Gangster Cannon Fodder

　　 So that's what happened!

　　 Fang Xingwei and others didn't care, and followed Fu Mubai into the gallery.

　　 Actually, these four people didn't have much thoughts about painting. They mainly wanted to get closer to Fu Mubai, so that it would be difficult for him to speak when something happened later.

　　 But since they are here to see the exhibition, they will just follow along and take a look at it, as it is to pass the time.

　　 Today’s painting exhibition mainly focuses on the paintings of modern painters. This gallery is also newly opened. You can’t see antique paintings here, but there are more oil paintings inherited from the West.

　　Fu Mubai has no foundation in painting, the only thing she can draw is the painting symbol. Fortunately, the original intention of learning to draw was also for better drawing charms, and it also left the skills on this body, which made Fu Mubai quietly relieved.

　　 Fu Mubai had never seen an oil painting in her life. If she had not received the memory of the original body and turned over some books in this life, she would be shocked by this new school.

　　 And even if she accepts the existence of oil painting, she still can't understand those abstract oil paintings.

　　 "This kind of messy painting can even be exhibited?!"

The sudden sound of 　　 shocked Fu Mubai.

　　 If it weren’t for the voice of a man, she would almost think that she had said what she was saying!

Fu Mubai turned his head and saw Fang Xingwei looking at the oil paintings on the wall with disgust: "Just sprinkle a bunch of paints together, can this be called a painting?! Let me see... this painting is actually still worth it. There is a name, what is it called "The Field of Hope"?! The Field of Hope that I sang when I was a kid is not such a ghost at all!"

　　 Fu Mubai: "..."

　　 She thinks Fang Xingwei's words are quite reasonable, and she even wants to agree.

　　 Du Zehua hurriedly pulled Fang Xingwei's clothes corner, and reminded in a low voice: "You keep your voice down! Didn't you see many people watching you?"

　　 This kind of high-end decoration gallery, the guests invited are all of a certain social status or cultural literacy. Everyone pretends to be cultural people, so naturally they won't talk about it in such a place. Even if there were some conversations in private, they were all deliberately lowered their voices.

　　 Therefore, Fang Xingwei's sudden yelling seemed particularly abrupt, and naturally attracted the attention and attention of people around him.

　　 Although Fang Xingwei is not a persuasive temperament, he also noticed that so many people around him were staring at him. The roots of his rare ears blushed, but he really subconsciously lowered his voice: "It was originally! What kind of broken painting is this? Does the owner of this gallery know how to paint?"

　　 Du Zehua and several people: "..."

　　 sounds like you know how to draw.

　　 Haven't you learned painting seriously?

"People are called abstract, and they use intention to represent concrete." Fu Mubai had the memory of the original body anyway, and explained, "Do you think the yellow color looks like a harvested rice field? Look at the green color, does it look like lush? The mountain? And the white, it's the flowing river..."

　　 Fang Xingwei looked strange: "If it were called abstract, I would paint too!"

　　 Fu Mubai: "...then you go back and try it yourself, maybe you can draw some masterpieces!"

　　 Don't let him step on the thunder by himself, he doesn't know this social suffering!

　　 Fang Xingwei looked eager to try, and it seemed that he really planned to go back and try it for himself!

　　 Du Zehua had a headache looking at his stupid appearance, and asked, "Is all the paintings in this gallery for sale? I don't know how much this painting is worth?"

"Of course!" Fu Mubai said, "They open a gallery, not a museum. Of course, the paintings in it are merchandise, and they must be sold. This pair of "Field of Hope" is actually quite good, and the composition is not bad. Unique, the application of various colors is also in place. However, the style of painting is not mature enough. I have never heard of the name of the author. It should be the work of a new painter. It can't be called too high, and it may cost tens of thousands. Block it!"

　　 "Tens of thousands of yuan?!" Fang Xingwei exclaimed again, "This kind of thing can also sell for tens of thousands of yuan? What a joke!"

　　 Although tens of thousands of yuan is nothing to him, the last time he invited Fu Mubai to eat it cost him tens of thousands. But the last time the tens of thousands of pieces were eaten in the stomach anyway, if anyone asked him to drop tens of thousands of pieces on this messy oil painting, he would have to give the other party a sentence of "madness"!

Fu Mubai was too lazy to pay attention to him, and only said to Du Zehua: "Of course, the asking price is tens of thousands of yuan, but the final transaction price may not be so. Even the famous painter can bargain for the paintings he sells, not to mention this. No famous painter yet? If Student Du likes this painting, he can talk to the gallery staff. The final price should be lower than five figures."

　　 Du Zehua: "...That's not necessary, I just ask casually."

　　 Although he did not show dislike for this painting, in fact ~www.novelmt.com~ his thoughts are the same as Fang Xingwei's, and he also thinks this is a Huaqi eight-character painting!

　　 If you really want him to pay to buy this painting, isn't it just for yourself?

　　 Seeing that Du Zehua really didn't mean to buy the painting, Fu Mubai didn't say any more, but went on with a few people.

　　 Fang Xingwei looked at a whole wall of oil paintings and almost began to doubt life.

　　 He thought that the previous "Field of Hope" was already very strange, but he did not expect that there are so many weird oil paintings in this gallery!

　　 And looking at the appearance of the people who came to visit, they actually commented on these paintings very meaningfully, as if there are really hidden treasures in these paintings that a stupid man can't see!

　　 Even Fu Mubai took it seriously, and she would at least look at each painting for several minutes. For Fang Xingwei, it's just like a year!

　　 No, it is clear that every second is like a year!

　　 Du Zehua and others couldn't stand it either.

Although friendship with Master Fu is a very important thing, if the price is to keep them watching some oil paintings in this gallery that they can’t appreciate at all, then they would rather give up friendship with Master Fu temporarily. !

　　 Du Zehua and the others exchanged glances. Just as they were about to talk to Fu Mubai to give a breath, they saw Fu Mubai staying in front of a new oil painting.

　　 This is a relatively ordinary-looking oil painting, at least much more ordinary than the so-called abstract oil paintings just now.

　　 Because this is just a simple portrait, it is still a young woman.

　　 But the feeling of this painting is very strange.

　　 Maybe it's because the woman in the painting has a bright smile, but her eyes are full of tears of fear?