"And do you think that's all these Western devils can do?"

"Then you are totally wrong. They did not limit their attention to those painters from the Middle Ages."

"They also paid attention to and invested in many modern painters."

"Whether it's from the East or the West, they will invest in a group."

"Those Western galleries will find a group of potential painters and sign contracts with them."

"Then pack up all their works and wait until the artist has accumulated more than a hundred paintings."

"These galleries will contact various media to conduct concentrated exposure and hype on this painter."

"In the shortest possible time, package this painter into a new star in the painting world."

"Then at the auction, I hyped up a few paintings about this artist."

"Hype up the prices of his works, and then slowly ship them out..."

Huang Meiling continued to reveal to Chen Rui the secrets of the Western art world and the secrets of harvesting leeks.

These secret methods made Chen Rui feel eye-opening.

This is completely exposing the underpinnings of Western collecting circles!

And seeing how deeply resentful Miss Huang is, I guess she must have cut leeks for foreign devils and paid school fees.

Huang Meiling saw Chen Rui's strange look at her and smiled calmly.

"You guessed it right, I am the one who suffered deeply."

"And not only me, but also my grandfather were deceived by foreign devils."

"Our family has paid at least one billion in tuition fees just for collecting Western oil paintings..."

When Chen Rui and Lao Yang heard this number, they couldn't help but tense up.

A wealthy family is a wealthy family!

Just by being deceived, I deceived ten small targets.

But look at her current posture, she shouldn’t have any injuries!

"It's precisely because I have suffered from these foreign devils and been fooled by them."

"What a painful realization I experienced, so I was thinking, why can't we cooperate and harvest the leeks of foreigners!"

Huang Meiling looked at Chen Rui with bright eyes and said.

Chen Rui did not agree immediately, he was also weighing it.

In fact, just relying on his clairvoyance, he can guarantee his own prosperity and wealth for the rest of his life.

But if you just do it because of the losses that others have suffered and been deceived, you will also follow suit and make and sell fakes.

Is this still necessary?

He understands the importance of cherishing feathers.

So he didn't answer Huang Meiling's words. After all, he had already passed the age of being a middle school boy who loves to be enthusiastic.

So he changed the subject and asked.

"What about our Chinese painters?"

"Who else are they touting?"

He just asked casually, while Huang Meiling and Lao Yang across from each other looked at each other and then smiled knowingly.

"Let Mr. Yang answer this for you. I think he knows better than me."

Huang Meiling looked at Lao Yang and said, while Lao Yang glanced at Chen Rui.

He puffed up his chest, coughed twice, and cleared his throat.

"Ha, if we talk about the painters in our country, the most famous sickle is of course Mr. Daqian!"

"Ah? He..."

When Chen Rui heard this, he couldn't help but be stunned.

Zhang Daqian naturally knew about it. After all, he had a bloodbath at the Asian Art Museum in San Francisco.

He has collected several paintings from this man.

And after learning about this man's life, he didn't have a good impression of the painter.

Although he is relatively famous in the history of modern painting in the Dragon Kingdom.

But many of his actions were very disgraceful.

Moreover, Chen Rui himself has analyzed before why Mr. Zhang is so famous.

This is inseparable from the excessive praise and packaging of him in the Western art world.

This guy, during his so-called "art study" in Dunhuang in his early years, established connections with many museums in the West.

According to rumors, he once helped those Western museums to buy many Dunhuang Buddhist statues and murals...

Of course, this is said and heard...

Then during the civil war, he went to sea and went to the West.

Since then, he has been traveling around Europe and the United States, and the funds for his travels were all sponsored by European and American museums.

So why do those European and American museums sponsor him?

I don't know... maybe they have a good relationship.

However, those European and American art circles packaged him up and held art exhibitions for him, and this was all real.

So why package him?

On the one hand, it’s because his paintings are indeed pretty good and he is somewhat famous in China.

Secondly, guess who has the most of his paintings?

"This Mr. Zhang has been in the habit of using gunmen since his early years."

"For example, when he was still in China, he had a disciple named Hu Ruosi."

"He is the son of a framer. He can be considered a member of an aristocratic family. He became his disciple at the age of nine."

"When I was 20 years old, I had already mastered my skills. I even held an art exhibition in Tokyo that year and caused a sensation."

"And in the 1920s and 1930s, when painter Zhang lived in Shanghai."

"At that time, many people visited him and wanted to buy his Shi Tao-style paintings, so much so that he was overwhelmed with all the bookings."

"Master Ke Zhang never refuses, and many paintings are delivered as scheduled."

"Later on, some people made statistics and said that it was simply impossible to paint so many paintings in such a short period of time."

"So who did you say painted those paintings?"

Lao Yang explained to Chen Rui again.

After hearing this, Chen Rui couldn't help but be even more disdainful of this master's conduct.

Lao Yang naturally saw his disdain for the master, and then said with a smile.

"This is not over yet. The funniest thing about this pair of masters and apprentices is the oolong they made later."

"In the 1930s, Master Zhang was invited to teach in the capital. Then some people who bought his fake paintings were dissatisfied and made a set."

"Let the newspapers in the capital publish the news that Master Zhang was detained and killed by the Japanese troops in the capital."

"As a result, the disciple who was still in the Magic City was naturally shocked when he heard this."

"So he took out the paintings that he had ghostwritten for Master Zhang and had not yet had a chance to sell, and held a 'Master Zhang Posthumous Painting Exhibition'."

"This time, Master Zhang's request for a ghostwriter was completely kicked out, and Master Zhang was even mad to death."

"We fought from the capital to the devil's capital overnight and drove this disciple out of the gate..."

When Chen Rui heard this, he couldn't help but laugh out loud: "This Oolong father and son are really..."

Huang Meiling also smiled after hearing this, and then she took over the conversation and said.

"Master Zhang's deeds are more than that. He was already over fifty after the founding of the People's Republic of China."

"But he still travels around the world with the support of European and American funds, even when he suffers from eye diseases in his later years."

"There was actually a period of career peak, during which he painted many classic paintings."
Chapter completed!