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Chapter 332: Strange Painter

 Knowing that this painting was by Han Sheng, Mr. Wen suddenly sighed: "Han Sheng... the last time I saw him, I asked him to make a painting for me to collect. He politely refused because he was not in the mood.

I never thought that after many twists and turns, I would still be able to get his painting, and it is such a miraculous painting. This is probably the best painting he has ever painted."

Mr. Wen has always had one regret in his life, that is, he has not collected any paintings by Han Sheng. Han Sheng has always been the person he admires the most.

"It was actually painted by Han Sheng, no wonder!"

Initially, the guests were shocked as to who could draw such a painting. After hearing that it was Han Sheng, many of them were relieved.

Of course, there are also some people who don’t know Han Sheng at all and ask curiously: "Who is Han Sheng? Is he famous?"

Someone explained: "In the circle of calligraphy and painting, Han Sheng is well-known. His paintings have been sold at sky-high prices, and even his calligraphy has been collected by everyone."

"This man is a eccentric in the world of calligraphy and painting. He himself is in business. Calligraphy and painting have only been a hobby since he was a child. He may not paint a single painting for several years. But once this person starts painting, it will definitely be a rare masterpiece."

"A few years ago, I was lucky enough to see one of his paintings at an auction. It sold for a sky-high price of 13 million. He is a man who can obviously make a living by selling paintings, but he insists on doing business on his own.

A strange man who supports his family, because in his opinion, paintings are not for sale at all! Those paintings that were auctioned were all given away by him casually. From then on, Han Sheng never gave away any landscape paintings easily."

Paintings are not for sale at all.

If a painting has anything to do with money, no matter how good the painting is, there will still be flaws.

If a painting is related to reputation and power, no matter how good it is, it will still have flaws.

This is why Han Sheng's paintings have such aura.

His heart is a piece of red city!

His painting soul is pure and flawless.

Some people estimate that this painting can be sold for at least 50 to 60 million, and it is not impossible to sell hundreds of millions. And after Han Sheng's death, the value of this painting will increase several times again.

Because when a person dies, paintings become out of print. This is why many artists’ works were not valuable during their lifetime, but their works are extremely valuable after their death.

Nowadays, many people in the entire collection world are trying their best to collect Han Sheng's paintings. However, it may not be possible to produce one of Han Sheng's paintings in a few years.

Zhang Yifeng was slightly surprised when he heard the discussions around him. This painting was given to him by the bald middle-aged man who was taking care of his children on the plane. At that time, Zhang Yifeng asked the other party for five million in treatment fees, and the other party paid the money. Next

On the plane, I even gave him a painting to express my gratitude.

Zhang Yifeng never expected that the bald middle-aged man would be so famous in the world of calligraphy and painting. Moreover, he seemed to be very proud and would give away paintings worth tens of millions.

Later, Zhang Yifeng understood that the other party was not giving him money, because in his eyes, the paintings were just paintings and had nothing to do with money.

Zhang Yifeng saved his only son, so he gave his favorite work to his son's savior. It was as simple as that, without any concept of money. If the bald middle-aged man could measure his paintings in terms of money, he would not be able to paint them.

Draw like this.

"Zhang Yifeng, you... do you know Han Sheng?"

Mr. Wen opened his mouth to Zhang Yifeng. This was the first time he looked directly at Zhang Yifeng.

It can be said that Zhang Yifeng's gift was the most precious and valuable gift among everyone present, and it was also the gift that touched Mr. Wen's heart the most.

Zhang Yifeng said calmly: "I met him once."

After listening to Zhang Yifeng's words, Mr. Wen almost jumped up from the ground.

Even the guests around looked in disbelief. Did they hear it correctly? After seeing Zhang Yifeng once, they got Han Sheng's painting? This is impossible.

"Did you buy this painting?" Mr. Wen said again.

"He insisted on giving it to me." Zhang Yifeng's tone remained calm.

"What! The other party gave you such a precious painting when we first met." Mr. Wen was extremely shocked. He looked at Zhang Yifeng blankly. He suddenly realized that he couldn't understand the young man in front of him.

"Okay, since you accepted the painting, I will sit over it. Again, if you want me to sit back again later, you must add an invitation."

Zhang Yifeng waved his hand lightly, and handed this valuable painting to the old man of the Wen family.

"Is this really the abandoned grandson of the Wen family? Does he really have nothing?"

"I also doubt that with such a generous offer, even if the Tianhe Group still exists, it will be nothing more than this. Compared with this Zhang Yifeng, the things given by the descendants of the Wen family are simply not worth mentioning."

The guests were talking a lot.

The more they praised Zhang Yifeng, the more uncomfortable Wen Junjie, Wen Junchi and others felt. Their original intention was to make Zhang Yifeng feel defeated and slap Zhang Yifeng in the face, but they never expected that it was Zhang Yifeng who slapped them in the face!

Even Zhang Kexin stared at her brother in disbelief. She found that she could not see through her brother more and more. How did he do it? Why did she feel that her brother now was more popular than the dandy young master before?

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Under everyone's gaze, Zhang Yifeng walked step by step to the table in the corner. Mr. Wen looked at Zhang Yifeng's back and opened his mouth to leave Zhang Yifeng behind. It was also wrong not to leave Zhang Yifeng behind. After hesitation, Zhang Yifeng had already sat down in the corner.

"Everyone, let's continue eating."

Mr. Wen coughed twice before speaking to everyone.

The guests then sat back to their seats and continued to eat.

It's just that most of the tables are talking about Zhang Yifeng at this moment. What is the background of this young man who the Wen family doesn't want to see? Moreover, what does he mean by what he just said? Will Mr. Wen take the initiative to call him back to the chief position later?

"Brother...actually, there's nothing wrong with us sitting here?"

At this time, Zhang Kexin's voice came from the seat in the corner, obviously to resolve the embarrassment.

Because Feng Mei's face on the side was not very good-looking, she was actually arranged to sit in the corner. This Wen family was a little too cold and arrogant. Of course, she was sitting here because of Zhang Yifeng's "blessing".

Hearing this, Zhang Yifeng said calmly: "To me, it doesn't matter where I sit. I just can't stand the superior attitude of the Wen family. Don't worry, the best is yet to come."

Zhang Kexin wanted to say something else, but the inappropriate voices of Wen Junjie and Wen Junchi came.

"Zhang Yifeng, even if you give me a piece of Han Sheng's landscape painting, so what? You can't just sit here. This is the difference in status!"

"Didn't you say you have guests coming? Why, only Miss Feng? I'm afraid Miss Feng is here because of Miss Meng."

These two people are really determined to get to the Yellow River. If Zhang Yifeng is not allowed to make a fool of himself, they seem to be as annoying as flies.


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