Chapter 13: Short of money?
Everyone's reaction to her humble request for advice was indifferent.
Before she finished speaking, everyone turned their eyes to Su Yunwan.
Zhou Ziping even walked quickly to Su Yunwan, looked at her painting, and smiled sincerely.
“Even if you’ve witnessed its creation firsthand, seeing it again still leaves you feeling astonished.”
"Ms. Su's landscape painting has rich and varied brushstrokes, a casual and unrestrained style, a profound composition, and a rich sense of imagery."
"What's even more valuable is that the entire work has a sense of charm, spirituality, and profound artistic conception."
"It is a rare landscape painting. It is my honor to have such a work grace the exhibition."
Before, although he was just being polite, he only made one or two comments, but this time, he said so many words in one breath without even taking a breath.
It can be seen that he really likes her.
Su Yunwan smiled and said, "Mr. Zhou, you are too kind."
"Hey, I think this is Zhou Ziping's most sincere moment today."
Master Wang Xue said with a smile.
With just one sentence, the guest on stage even made fun of himself.
No one thought it was a big deal and just laughed it off.
Only Jiang Ling felt a burning pain on her face, as if she had been slapped several times.
She could see that these so-called masters were all fascinated by Su Yunwan.
Jealousy made her feel like she was being tortured every moment on stage.
My whole body was tingling.
However, no one cared.
"But, isn't it rather indecent to paint with your fingers?"
"In our 5,000-year history of China, painters have always been renowned for their elegance. To choose a finger painting as a representative example? Aren't you afraid of being laughed at if this gets out?"
Someone muttered something in the audience.
Everyone was stunned, and after thinking about it, they felt that it made some sense.
Painting with your fingers is indeed not very elegant.
"No, no," Zhou Ziping smiled and shook his head.
"You may not know this, but the technique Su Yunwan just used is actually an ancient Chinese technique called finger painting. Compared to traditional brushes, it offers innovations in both line and ink color. It's a legacy of our ancient wisdom, not some underhanded gimmick."
"However, due to its high difficulty and arduous training, it has almost disappeared from the public's view."
"I never thought that Miss Su, so young, could actually finger-paint, and her level is so high. It is an honor for our Chinese painting community."
An honor for the Chinese painting community?
After hearing these big words, everyone had a more concrete understanding of how awesome Su Yun was.
The person who spoke was embarrassed like an illiterate, his face flushed red.
In the barrage, there are also art students sharing their experiences.
Finger painting is extremely difficult. Without decades of experience, don't even think about it.
[Furthermore, across the country, the number of people who can finger-paint can be counted on one hand, and they are mostly men in their seventies or eighties.]
[Su Yunwan is so young, you can imagine how awesome she is! ]
[Fuck, fuck, from trash to the honor of the painting world, this... is such a huge difference!]
[Who on earth is lying about military intelligence, saying that Su Yunwan is a loser?]
Looking at the comments, Yun fans finally felt proud.
I told you, Su Yunwan is the real deal!
And the haters in front of the screen were trembling in fear.
When they took the order, no one told them that Su Yunwan was so awesome!
In short, after this battle, Su Yunwan successfully proved himself with his own strength.
When she walked off the stage, she was almost surrounded by people.
"Miss Su, ah... who stepped on my foot!" Zhou Ziping suddenly shouted.
"Ms. Su, I'm Wang Xue. Ouch...don't push me."
Seeing the elegant and easy-going boss on the stage pushing and shoving each other like kindergarten kids, and throwing sabers at each other, Wu Yi and others who were ready to join in the fun silently slowed down their pace.
"Ms. Su, let me introduce myself. My name is Liu Quan. Would you like to sell the painting you just drew?" Liu Quan also risked his dignity and raised his voice to attract Su Yunwan's attention.
Su Yunwan's eyes lit up.
Buy a painting?
I have money again!
"For sale." She stopped and said seriously.
Liu Quan was delighted and said, "I'll give you 50,000!"
"Fifty thousand? To get rid of a beggar? I'll give you one hundred thousand!" Wang Xue immediately raised the price.
"Take my 150,000!" Zhou Ziping was no less enthusiastic.
"I'll give you 200,000!"
Several people competed with each other, and no one gave in. In a blink of an eye, the price soared to 300,000.
"Ms. Su, there are 400,000 yuan in this card. If you don't mind..." At this time, Wang Xue took a different approach. She took out a bank card from her pocket and stuffed it into Su Yunwan's hand.
What?
Liu Quan and Zhou Ziping were horrified.
That damn old man Wang Xue actually used this trick!
The two men were so angry that their teeth were itching, but they could do nothing but give in.
After all, who the hell would carry so much money with them?
Wang Xue raised her eyebrows proudly.
He saw a clip of Su Yunwan's sketch on the Internet and immediately rushed over. He knew that Liu Quan must be the same as him.
Otherwise, how could a small variety show invite both of them to appear?
But who told you to come to see the master without bringing any money?
Four hundred thousand?
Su Yunwan looked at the extra bank cards in her hand, her eyes suddenly brightened, and she shook her head repeatedly: "Don't mind, don't mind, it's already a lot."
"Then this landscape painting is mine?" Wang Xue raised her eyebrows and laughed.
"Yeah." Su Yunwan nodded, carefully put away the bank card, and reached out to him:
"Thank you for your care. If you need any help in the future, please let me know and I will do my best."
Although she had only been here a few days, she knew that with her qualifications, no matter how good her paintings were, they would not be sold at such a high price.
This is everyone's care for her.
She should also give something in return.
"Haha," Wang Xue shook her hand, her laughter becoming more genuine. "Four hundred thousand to buy a masterpiece is definitely worth it."
"Right? Liu Quan?"
Liu Quan gritted his teeth: The villain is successful!
Su Yunwan looked at Liu Quan, thought for a moment, and said, "Mr. Liu, if you really like it, I can draw another one when I have time..."
"Okay, okay!" Before Su Yunwan finished speaking, Liu Quan quickly agreed, as if he was afraid that she would go back on her word.
Very good, another order is completed.
Su Yunwan's eyes curved when she thought of her rapidly growing treasury.
Seeing her greedy look, Song Nan and the others beside her smiled.
Su Yunwan is usually quiet and mature, but now it can be seen that he is still just a child in his twenties.
However, everyone remembered the overwhelming negative news about her and the way she even ate her boxed lunch with gusto, and a smile froze on their faces.
What on earth did this child go through?
…
After the live broadcast was over, Su Yunwan went back to the villa to pack her luggage before leaving.
The program crew sent a special car to pick her up, and as soon as she got in, someone knocked on the window twice.
"Miss Su, I have something to tell you. Can I come up?" Zhou Ziping asked.
"Of course." Su Yunwan nodded and let him get in the car.
As soon as the car started, she heard Zhou Ziping ask directly, "Are you short of money?"
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