"This painting is Mr. Wei's painting. He doesn't sell it. Hey, here he is..."
Just as he was saying this, an old man with a white beard came here with a strong step on crutches.
Mr. Wei, a Chinese of M nationality, is well-known in the international painting industry. It is difficult to find a painting.
Of course, Cheng Yi's mother has heard of this thunderous name.
In the circle of famous ladies in the upper class, in addition to luxury items such as jewelry bags, anyone who doesn't collect the works of some famous artists will be laughed at as a upstart.
But Mr. Wei's paintings can't be bought with money.
He has a strange temper and is almost strict with buyers.
Guan Zhiling thought that if he could buy the painting, wouldn't he have more face in the circle?
In the twinkling of an eye, the old man with white beard had arrived.
The manager of the exhibition hall greeted him politely.
The old man with white beard just nodded perfunctorily. Without saying anything, he came forward to take down the picture on the wall and turned around to leave.
Song Chi saw that Guan Zhiling liked the painting and immediately stepped forward to stop it.
"Old man, how much is this painting? I want to buy it."
The old man with white beard frowned slightly and glanced at Song Chi.
"You can't afford it."
He said he would leave over Song Chi.
Song Chi, who was despised, was embarrassed.
Are there any strong women in the market who can't afford to buy anything?
"Old man, let's make an offer. After you say the price, see if I can afford it?"
Song Chi's face was frozen, with a trace of pride that can not be ignored.
The old man with white beard snorted coldly.
"At a young age, I stink of copper. My reputation will be ruined if I sell it to you. You'd better harm other people's paintings..."
Song Chi's choked face was ugly and his eyes were cold.
After all, Cheng Yi was so belittled in front of her mother. No matter how thick she is, she can't hang on.
For a moment, the air was filled with awkward silence.
The old man with white beard glanced at Su Nan and his eyes narrowed slightly.
"Will you buy it?"
Su Nan pursed her lips. "If you don't buy it, I also have copper smell!"
The old man with white beard laughed angrily.
Song Chi was unwilling, and his tone was cold and fierce.
"Old man, why don't you sell it to me, but ask someone else?"
"Because she is beautiful!"
The old man with white beard took it for granted.
Song Chi, choking with anger, stood there coldly, glaring at him.