Most of these paintings were painted by students of the painter, who was not very famous, and their prices ranged from several thousand yuan. Among them, only six or seven paintings were priced at more than 10,000 yuan. Two paintings were priced at 300,000 yuan, and one painting was priced at one yuan.

million.

The two paintings priced at 300,000 yuan are the works of the artist's friends, who are also contemporary famous artists. The one with a price of 1 million yuan is the artist's own work.

Lu Junbao didn't know much about it, but he could tell that it wasn't the artist's top work. After all, it was auctioned as a donation. He was reluctant to take out the best work.

For painters, good works are equivalent to their children. Of course, children cannot be sold. If they put a price on it and sell it, it is no longer a good work.

In the painting exhibition hall, apart from the two security guards, there were only two customers looking at the paintings, both of whom were men in their forties or fifties.[

The person selling the paintings was a girl, she was about twenty-six or seventeen years old, not very pretty, she was slender and frail, and she looked rather bookish.

Because there are few guests and it is not the date of the art exhibition, only one person is prepared to guard here. There are not many guests in a county like this, and there are few arty people in the county. Even if they are at home to prop up the facade, pretend

People with good taste will only buy calligraphy and paintings that cost a few hundred yuan at most. This can easily cost thousands or even tens of thousands, but they are still reluctant to spend this money!

Because Lu Junbao was young, the girl glanced at him and did not come over to introduce him, but continued to introduce him to the two men who were originally accompanying him.

This was exactly what Lu Junbao wanted, so he introduced it endlessly. He was also annoyed because he was young and this appearance helped him. No one thought he would really buy the painting.

Lu Junbao looked over one after another, and walked around half a circle in the art hall, and finally saw a painting in the corner on the other side, which was the same as what he saw on the computer.

However, this painting is real and the size is original. As soon as Lu Junbao saw it, he knew that this was what he wanted!

Although the aura could not detect anything, the size of the painting, whether it was width or length, was exactly the same as my other four paintings, and there was also a beautiful woman in a strange outfit in the painting!

Like a fairy stepping on the waves, like mist and dream.

Lu Junbao was stunned in front of the picture. The difference between this painting and the other four paintings was that the appearance of the beauty in this painting was a bit blurry, like a photo taken by a camera with low pixels. But apart from her facial appearance,

Other places are quite clear.

Lu Junbao stood in front of the picture and looked at the painting. At the same time, he used his spiritual energy to the limit to detect and sense this picture of a beautiful woman. Although he felt in his mind that this picture was definitely not an ordinary object, he couldn't sense anything abnormal.

Just like the four pictures of beautiful women given to him by the mysterious man, the sensor could never detect the strange place.

The girl finally felt that Lu Junbao was weird. Ordinary young people did not have the patience and calmness of him. She immediately walked over quietly and stood next to Lu Junbao and observed it for a while. Seeing that Lu Junbao was still obsessed with it, she couldn't help but

asked.

"Sir, do you like this painting very much?"
Chapter completed!