"Dad! Hitting your head all the time will make you stupid!" Bai Huai shouted at Bai Nankai, clutching his head in dissatisfaction.
Master Bai scoffed and slapped him hard across the face again: "You think you're so smart? How did you get to this spot when you went to the toilet? Can't you tell directions? I had to come find you!"
"No, I just saw that person..." Bai Huai looked up, but Xiao Youzi and the others were no longer in sight.
Stopping slapping his head, Master Bai grabbed Bai Huai's ear and said, "I don't care who you saw, just leave. Don't embarrass yourself here."
"There's no one around, so how can it be shameful?" Bai Huai weighed 70 jin (35 catties) but had a rebellious streak.
Although I'm terrified of his father, I still have to argue back.
They have to make themselves miserable; they only feel better when they get beaten up.
"You're still arguing, aren't you!" Master Bai was furious. He grabbed Bai Huai and slapped his bottom several times before warning him, "I only brought you here because you said you wanted to become an apprentice. You brat! Go, go, go! Go find Old Huang right now!"
Bai Huai, who had been beaten, dared not utter a sound and could only cover his head in silence.
"Are you mute? My auction is about to start, I don't have time to argue with you!" With that, Master Bai dragged him away.
On the other side.
Xiaoyouzi and Sijing walked towards the East District and happened to run into the fat and thin men they had seen before.
The fat man pointed to a painting in front of him and said, "This is the priceless painting, Master Huang's 'Bamboo,' and the one next to it is Master Huang's 'Winter Plum Blossom,' painted by his last disciple. Both paintings were bought by a mysterious buyer."
"Bamboo is truly a classic painting by Master Huang! This Winter Plum Blossom looks beautiful too! It's true that a great teacher produces great students!" The thin man immediately chimed in, though a hint of naiveté lingered in his eyes.
He clearly doesn't know anything about painting; he's just there to make the fat man look better.
Si Jing and Xiao Youzi were admiring other paintings on the side, while eavesdropping.
The fat man gave the thin man a strange look: "Huang Lao's 'Bamboo' sold for a high price, but his most classic painting is 'Fishing Boat in a Pine Stream.' You don't even know that?"
Little Yuzu nodded to herself: Yes, yes, his favorite is still that landscape painting. He never puts it out for sale, he keeps it to himself, and he rarely lends it out for exhibition. It wasn't even in this exhibition.
"This..." The thin man was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to answer.
The fat man was a little annoyed and took two steps to the side to distance himself from the thin man.
Looking disdainfully at the thin man, the fat man said, "Old Huang's 'Fishing Boat in Pine Stream' is absolutely amazing. Just looking at the painting, you can appreciate its serene and tranquil charm. It's like being there in person, taking you away from the hustle and bustle of the world, as if you're living in seclusion in the mountains and waters."
As he spoke, the fat man's anger gradually subsided, and he quickly returned to calm: "I was fortunate enough to see this painting by Master Huang, and I have never forgotten it since. This is a realm that you cannot comprehend."
"Forget it, you can go now, don't follow me."
The fat man glanced at the thin man: "I'll think about that business deal and give you an answer later. Don't bother me now."
He doesn't even understand Huang Lao's paintings, yet he has the nerve to make false claims that he understands painting and even came with me.
They didn't do any homework at all!
This is utterly disrespectful to Mr. Huang!
"Mr. He, listen to me, this..." The thin man tried to explain, looking completely bewildered and at a loss.
The fat man ignored him completely: "Go away, don't disturb me while I'm admiring the painting!"
After shooing the thin man away, the fat man's gaze fell on the painting "Bamboo": "It is indeed a rare painting. I wonder who bought it. What a pity."
Little Yuzu glanced at it, then turned back and said, "Let's go, Brother Sijing, there's nothing to see on this floor."
Their purpose in coming was to look at the paintings and buy the paintings by He Zhu.
If we can't buy it, then so be it.
There are other ways to do it.
At this moment, Si Jing whispered, "That fat guy looks like a furniture store owner. I feel like I've seen him somewhere before."
There are only a handful of the largest furniture brands in the country.
"It's not important." Little Yuzu glanced down at the time; only half an hour remained. "Let's go."
"OK."
After going down to the second floor with Si Jing, Xiao Youzi was shocked to see so many people on this floor: "There are so many people on this floor!"
"Besides looking at the paintings, most people are here for the auction, so it's not surprising that there are so many people." Si Jing took Xiao Youzi's hand: "Don't run around, you'll get lost."
Si Jing held Xiao Youzi's hand and found that she was still easily squeezed, so he picked her up: "This is better."
"Can you see them, Brother Sijing?" Little Yuzi's eyes darted around, but she couldn't see Li Lan and the others.
Shaking his head, Si Jing said, "I can't see it either."
"Then put me down, you don't need to carry me. We just won't go over there." Little Yuzi jumped out of Si Jing's arms and was about to walk back to the third floor with him.
Just then, Bai Huai, who appeared out of nowhere, looked at the two of them with disdain: "What are you looking at? Looking around aimlessly. Don't even think about it, these are all things you can't afford."
Si Jing frowned in displeasure: "Did your father forget to put your chain on again?"
"What nonsense are you talking about!" Bai Huai glared fiercely at Si Jing.
Over here, Xiaoyouzi glanced over and saw that Bai Nankai was participating in the auction, engrossed in it, and had no time to pay attention to Bai Huai.
No wonder he's so arrogant.
"What are you looking at over there!" Bai Huai, enraged, blocked Xiao Youzi's path, switching into sarcastic mode: "Little brat, is this a place for you? Any one of these paintings is worth millions. You'd better leave now, or you'll only make a fool of yourselves!"
Ever since Xiaoyouzi threw him over her shoulder, he felt like he had lost all face.
He's determined to get his revenge on this brat.
"A few million? Is that a lot?" Xiaoyouzi tilted her head and looked at Bai Nankai's direction. "Your dad seems to really want that painting. I'll go help him out."
Xiao Youzi walked forward, and Bai Huai tried to stop her but she dodged him: "Don't touch me. If you bully me, I'll bully your dad."
"Hey, what are you doing!"
Bai Huai froze for a moment, then quickly ran over.
"Ten million the first time, ten million the second time..."
Bai Nankai was excited, seeing that he was about to win the painting.
"Twenty million." The child's innocent voice rang out from outside with remarkable penetrating power.
Everyone looked left and right, then quickly turned to look behind them, their eyes all landing on Xiaoyouzi and the others...
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