After hearing Huang Meiling's words, Chen Rui couldn't help but be even more dumbfounded.

I remember that after I received several paintings by Mr. Zhang Daqian at the Asian Art Museum in San Francisco.

He went home by himself and studied the life of Mr. Zhang.

However, the information found on the Internet shows that Mr. Zhang is an amazing painter.

Almost one-sidedly, I always say good things about this gentleman.

Fortunately, Chen Rui is not young anymore and has the ability to think independently.

At that time, he wondered why Mr. Zhang’s paintings are so popular in China?

Why do several foreign auction houses take their paintings to the country or go to Xiangjiang for auction every year?

Since this gentleman's paintings are so good, why don't foreigners buy them?

Later, he combined the life of the old man and based on his own understanding.

It also roughly inferred the relationship between this old man and those foreign capitals.

However, although he disliked his character, he still admired the old man's creative ability.

After all, according to historical records, after the 1960s.

The old man had glaucoma, but after suffering from eye disease, he ushered in a creative peak.

At that time, his understanding was that this old gentleman was traveling around the countries.

After absorbing the painting skills of Western countries, I made another major breakthrough in my own painting skills.

But who would have thought that Huang Meiling and Lao Yang would be exposed at this moment?

"Master Chapter had disciples in China in his early years and was a gunman for him."

"Later, I went abroad and accepted another closed disciple."

"This disciple followed Master Zhang and traveled all the way from Brazil to North America, and traveled around Europe."

"Along the way, I learned painting skills with him and helped him manage his life."

"This disciple, named Sun Yunsheng, is also a very important figure in Master Zhang's life in his later years."

"It is said that 90% of Master Zhang's paintings in his later years were written by this Sun Yunsheng."

"But this time, their skills are much more wise."

"Sun Yunsheng will complete 99% of a painting, and in the end, Master Zhang will put two strokes on the painting."

"Then this painting became Master Zhang's work..."

Lao Yang smiled and told Chen Rui about the secrets in the circle.

Chen Rui was also excited to slap this.

"I, Cao, this is a disagreement. Is it the same thing for those female doctors who are under thirty to post dozens of SCIs at any time?"

Lao Yang and Huang Meiling were stunned when they heard his analogy, and then they burst into laughter.

"This metaphor is really too accurate, that's it!"

"So, many people in the circle know that Master Zhang's paintings, especially his later years' works, are mostly 'bath paintings'."

The two of them said one by one.

Chen Rui was also feeling enlightened at this moment.

"I said, now I just need to check it online."

"That's almost a one-sided good thing about this Master Zhang."

"It's all about how legendary his experience was back then. He was tied up by bandits. Why did he move the kidnappers because of his chivalrous spirit?"

Lao Yang laughed even more when he heard this.

"So, this was a marketing master back then."

"When you are not very famous, you will gild yourself."

"That is, there was no Internet back then. If there were, this guy would definitely be a generation of internet celebrities."

Chen Ruishen nodded with consent.

"And! Think about why everyone says good things about him online? Who is marketing him?"

"Think about why his paintings sold in the total sales price last year exceeded Picasso, and you will understand!"

Lao Yang and Chen Rui said.

In fact, Chen Rui had already thought about this principle.

But this time, under the exposure of Lao Yang and Huang Meiling, he knew more thoroughly about Master Zhang.

"Last year alone, his paintings sold for more than one billion in our Greater China!"

"Think about it, how much money do we have to earn by those foreigners?"

"We experts are fine, and we also know what happened to Master Zhang."

"So I won't buy his paintings, but those entrepreneurs and nouveau riche, how can they understand?"

"In the end, under their leadership, it will affect some other ignorant people in the country."

"At that time, those painters raised by Western capital will become new sickles."

"We Chinese people have lost their sweat beads on the ground and eight petals of their hard-earned money every minute."

"In the end, they harvested it away. Do you think this is reasonable?"

Huang Meiling said at a very timely time next to her.

Chen Rui's mood is also particularly heavy now.

He knew that in recent years, Western capital has launched various hunts on domestic wealth.

For example, rely on their mouthpieces to short on the outside, and then want to harvest in our stock market.

But because of our special environment, they have been unable to harvest in the financial market.

Then they used various public opinion to criticize us and deceive the rich people in China to flee.

Various so-called digital currencies have even been developed specifically for the transfer of wealth.

All of these have caused our country to lose a lot of wealth.

He has also heard before that these foreigners will harvest us through works of art.

I just didn't expect that these guys would be so ruthless and harvest so neatly.

Master Zhang can cut more than one billion in a year.

What about the other masters?

And all kinds of porcelain?

Thinking of this, his grief and anger became more and more depressed.

"Okay, I've done it!"

When he nodded and agreed to Huang Meiling's invitation, at that moment, there was a feeling of depression.

It was like finding a catharsis port and gushing out.

Huang Meiling laughed: "Haha, that's great!"

"With you joining, our plan will definitely go smoother."

"By the way, this painting, even if you lend it to me."

"I promise to give you a surprise when you look back!"

Huang Meiling smiled and pointed at the "Savior" she had just finished painting.

Chen Rui was stunned: "This painting is originally yours. If you like it, you will give it back to you. Why do you want to borrow it?"

Huang Meiling's face turned up: "It was mine, but I gave it to you! So the painting is yours, and the account must be made clear."

"This time, you lend it to me, don't worry, I promise to sell it to you at a good price!"

As she said that, she also squeezed at Chen Rui.

Chen Rui's heart was thrilled. Huang Meiling asked him to join the group earlier to mass produce the "bathing painting" and then cut foreign leeks.

What's going on? She's already looking for a good target so quickly?

Or do she want to give herself a sample?
Chapter completed!