The young man's tone was not good, and he called Ye Qiu "gun" when he opened his mouth.
Ye Qiu raised his eyebrows and immediately wanted to slap this guy on the face.
The young man said again: "This seat belongs to me, get out of here right away."
"Your seat?" Ye Qiu sneered: "Your name is not written on the seat, so why do you say it is yours?"
The young man obviously didn't expect that Ye Qiu would dare to talk back to him, so he laughed angrily: "Hey, you are still talking back to me, you must be impatient! Brothers, what do you think we should do?"
"Fuck him!"
Suddenly, the few followers behind the young man were gearing up and ready to take action.
"Master, I'm really sorry. We didn't know this seat belonged to you. We're leaving right now. We're leaving right now."
Master Longmei pulled Ye Qiu.
Ye Qiu remained unmoved. He could tell at a glance that this little follower didn't know kung fu and was just a second-generation ancestor.
As for the young man in front of him, he even ignored him.
He even dared to fight Bai Yujing and Xiao Qingdi, so why would he be afraid of these small characters?
"Little bastard, get up!" Changmeizhenren glared at Ye Qiu.
Ye Qiu stood up reluctantly.
Master Changmei pulled Ye Qiu to the seat in the last row and sat down. He whispered: "Don't cause trouble, the Heavenly Master's order is important."
Ye Qiu said dissatisfiedly: "Wherever I am causing trouble, it is clearly that kid who is causing trouble."
"He's just a little shrimp, what's the point of arguing with him."
As the young man named "Master Zhang" sat down in the first row, the auction began.
A beautiful female host wearing a cheongsam appeared on the stage, holding a microphone and said:
"You stand tall and strong like the clouds, and your pen stands tall against the frosty wind."
"When the pen is dropped, the fragrance of ink attracts the dancing butterflies, and when the paper is lifted, the colorful flowers sing."
"Welcome everyone to gather here, our auction house's annual summer and autumn auction will be held here today..."
"I am today's host and the auctioneer of this auction. Without further ado, the bidding has officially begun."
"Everyone, please look at the big screen."
The big screen lit up, and an ink painting appeared on it.
"This painting is called "Autumn Thoughts". The artist was inspired by a poem by Ma Zhiyuan of the Yuan Dynasty, depicting "withered vines and old trees, dim crows, small bridges and flowing water, people's houses, the west wind and thin horses on the ancient road, the setting sun, and the heartbroken people at the end of the world.
"The artistic conception."
"The most interesting thing about this painting is that the artist didn't sign it. You might as well guess who painted it?"
The host deliberately let it slip.
In an instant, the audience was all talking.
"The paper of this painting is yellowed. It looks like it's very old at first glance. It must have been painted by an ancient painter."
"This painting has lofty intentions, perfect composition, and smooth lines. It vividly displays the artistic conception of autumn thoughts. It is definitely a masterpiece."
"Ma Zhiyuan was a figure from the Yuan Dynasty. I speculate that the person who painted this painting must be a painter after the Yuan Dynasty. Judging from the painting style, he is most likely a painter from the Ming Dynasty."
At this time, Mr. Zhang, who was sitting in the first row, stood up and said loudly: "Do you still need to guess? This is clearly the authentic work of Tang Bohu."
As soon as he opened his mouth, compliments immediately rang out from all around.
"Young Master Zhang has such a good eye. He can tell at a glance that this is a painting by Tang Bohu. I can't wait!"
"I was still wondering who could draw so well, but after Mr. Zhang reminded me, I suddenly realized it. Thank you Mr. Zhang for clearing up my doubts."
"Zhang Shaohui's eyes are as bright as a torch. I can't wait to impress him. I admire him so much!"
"..."
Mr. Zhang was smiling, even proud.
However, at this moment, Ye Qiu suddenly spoke.
"This is not a painting by Tang Bohu!"
For a moment, the whole place was silent.
Everyone looked at Ye Qiu in unison.
Mr. Zhang looked back and found that the speaker was Ye Qiuhou, and his face suddenly turned cold.
Ye Qiu stared at the painting on the big screen and continued: "Although the paper of this painting is full of ancient meanings, the person who painted it is definitely a modern person."
"If I guess correctly, this painter should be very young, about twenty to thirty years old."
"As we all know, "Autumn Thoughts" is about loneliness, but this painting does not show the slightest sense of loneliness."
"As for composition and lines, I can only describe it in two words - childish!"
…
Backstage.
A girl in a white skirt wearing a peaked cap and a mask looked at the surveillance screen and clearly heard Ye Qiu's words, snorting coldly.
A female bodyguard behind her said: "Miss, this guy actually called you childish. I'll deal with him later."
"do not go."
The female bodyguard added: "Don't worry, Miss, I will be careful when I strike and I won't beat him to death."
"I'm worried about you getting beaten."
Female bodyguard: "..."
The girl looked at Ye Qiu's handsome but handsome face in the surveillance video and muttered in her heart:
"I asked you earlier if you knew how to draw, and you said you didn't."
"But why are you talking so much now?"
"fraud!"
…
In the exhibition hall.
The whole place was silent.
Especially those who participated in the bidding looked at Ye Qiu with pity in their eyes.
Mr. Zhang said it was Tang Bohu's painting, but you still go against it. Isn't this looking for death?
Sure enough, Mr. Zhang looked unhappy.
"Boy, let me tell you, if you don't understand art, don't pretend to understand it, otherwise you will be laughed at."
Ye Qiu ignored Mr. Zhang, but looked at the host and asked, "Am I right?"
The host smiled slightly and said: "This gentleman is right. This painting is indeed not the work of Tang Bohu."
For a moment, Mr. Zhang felt his face was burning, as if someone had slapped him.
The host continued: "This gentleman's guess is correct. The author of this painting is very young and still a student."
student?
Mr. Zhang became even more angry and yelled at the host: "Aren't you auctioning works by famous artists? Why are you auctioning rubbish works by students here?"
The host smiled and explained: "Master Zhang is right. Since the establishment of our auction house, we have always auctioned works by famous artists."
"As for why this painting appears here, there is a reason."
"The author of this painting said that the proceeds from the auction will be donated to a charity fund. We really can't refuse a caring person."
"Okay, okay, let's start quickly. I don't think anyone will want such a broken painting." Mr. Zhang urged impatiently.
"Okay, the auction is now officially open. The starting price for this painting is 10,000, and each increase will not be less than 5,000. Please bid."
After the host finished speaking, there was silence in the audience.
Time passes minute by minute, ten seconds, twenty seconds, thirty seconds...
No one bids.
Mr. Zhang laughed loudly: "I'm just saying, how could anyone want such rubbish? Hurry up and move on to the next scene..."
"Ten million!"
Suddenly, a voice echoed throughout the audience.
[The author has something to say]
Thank you everyone for the tip. I have just started writing the third chapter. If it is too late to review, I will post it together tomorrow.
