Chapter 5 Hype

"Sir, please stay, please stay, sir."

Wu Pengwei looked back, and a big-bellied merchant hurried over. As soon as he came up, he took Wu Pengwei's hand and said with infinite desire, "Sir, you can sell this painting to me."

Wu Pengwei raised his eyes and saw that the fat man had a fat face, small eyes and a big nose. His facial features were piled up in one place. He trembled when he spoke, and his chin seemed to have two.

"This painting..." As soon as Wu Pengwei was about to speak, a voice behind him interrupted him: "Sir, don't sell this painting to him. I'm willing to buy it at a high price of 10,000 taels of silver."

A thin and tall businessman came behind him, with a lean face. He was followed by several warriors in light armor, one by one with long knives. The thin man squeezed out the fat man, grabbed the front of Wu Pengwei, and saluted with a smile: "I'm Li Mingchen, the richest businessman in the 'Pearl City', cherishes calligraphy and painting since childhood, and I hope you can cut it."

Without waiting for Wu Pengwei to answer, the fat man beside him was angry: "You love calligraphy and painting. You don't know a big character. When you sell stinky and good fortune, you are embarrassed to say that you are predestined with calligraphy and painting. Are you ashamed? Li Mingchen? Don't put a big hat on your head, okay?"

The fat man was very good at scolding, and his physique was thick. He suddenly squeezed the thin man to the side. His facial features were squeezed in one place. He said to Wu Pengwei with a smile, "Mr. Wu, He Heyan, the richest man in the 'Pearl City', is the first scholarly family. It's real for me to sell his paintings. I am willing to pay 15,000 taels of silver."

Li Mingchen was also angry. He squeezed with the fat man and scolded, "Fatty He, are you shameless? You are a man from selling sesame oil. You dare to say that you are a scholar. Your old book is sold out and went to the brothel. You are so embarrassed, Mr. Wu, this painting is sold to me. I would like to buy it for 20,000 taels."

He Heyan was furious, "Li Mingchen, aren't you arguing with me? You are a bad boy."

Both of them were hawkers. As they spoke, they were about to fight. The bodyguards behind them also looked at each other angrily and drew a knife to confront each other.

It's a fight.

At this time, Wu Pengwei asked with a smile, "How do you two know my name?"

He He said quickly, "Mr. Wu defeated Zen Qinglei in one fell swoop. I don't know which one in Wuwang City."

Wu Pengwei smiled and analyzed the key points in his mind in an instant.

There are many literati who can paint, many of whom have excellent strokes, and the young Junyan who can paint and is proficient in martial arts at the same time, and even the young Junyan who emerges in the Wuwang Competition is almost gone.

What's more, my painting is not made with unusual techniques, and it is in full view of the public. If I can make great progress in the Wuwang Competition in the future, I'm afraid the value of this painting will increase significantly.

In this way, it is no wonder that the two businessmen value their paintings so much and bid at a high price.

After figured out the mystery, Wu Pengwei smiled indifferently, shook his head and said, "I have no intention of selling this painting."

"Why?"

The fat man and the thin man exclaimed at the same time.

"Why not?" Wu Pengwei looked at Chen Tian, who was coming out of the inner compartment of the painting hall, pointed to him and said, "My painting has been sold to him."

Li Mingchen and He Heyan rushed to bargain with Chen Tian.

Chen Tianzheng walked side by side with a middle-aged man in a green shirt. He suddenly surrounded a fat man and a thin man and said a lot of words that made him confused. Chen Tian was shrewd and looked up at Wu Pengwei outside. He shook his head and closed his mouth knowingly. Ba, ignore it.

The middle-aged man in a green shirt next to him said with a smile and said, "You two, don't worry. Mr. Wu Wei's paintings will be fully represented by the museum. There will be a public auction in the future. I hope you can come."

He Heyan and Li Mingchen looked disappointed. Looking back at Wu Pengwei, he also looked indifferent. Knowing that there was no chance, he said with a bad luck and finally left.

The man in blue came forward and smiled at Wu Pengwei and said, "Mr. Wu, the owner of Mo Xiangxuan, Wu Youya, I hope you can cooperate happily with him."

"Ha ha" Wu Pengwei smiled and returned the salute with his fist, but said to Chen Tian beside him, "Take the painting and let's go."

Wu Youya was stunned. Just as he wanted to talk to him, Wu Pengwei said, "It's very tiring to compare with people. I'll visit you another day."

After saying that, he took Aoki and others to go.

Out of the painting hall, Chen Tian walked up and asked, " Elder, why don't you talk to the owner of Mo Xiangxuan? Maybe he will give us a preferential price."

Wu Pengwei smiled, put his hand behind him, and looked at the bustling crowd outside the hall indifferently.

The sun is thick, and the people are warm. The snow on the street melts, revealing a green and gray background, and there is a thriving scene between the traffic.

"Chen Tian, how much do you think my painting can be sold?" Wu Pengwei squinted and strolled leisurely in the flow of people.

Chen Tian pondered for a moment and said, "About 10,000 yuan. The price is not low. After all, you are not a person in the painting forest. This industry also depends on seniority."

"Is that so? Is this the price in your mind? Wu Pengwei walked to a stall selling calligraphy and paintings and squatted down to communicate with the stall owner.

Chen Tian wondered: " Elder, do you want to be higher?"

Wu Pengwei smiled, stood up, and pointed to the bustling street: "Everyone on this street is running around to maximize profits. The vendors selling calligraphy and paintings are the same, and so is the owner of the restaurant, but the business is also prosperous and deserted. It's not just a simple business, but also requires a lot of skills."

"Tips? What other skills do you need to sell paintings? Chen Tian was puzzled.

Wu Pengwei asked with a smile, "What do you think these businessmen came to the martial arts conference for in the first place?"

"Watch the game and make friends with some big schools, and even some rookies, which is convenient for future business development." Chen Tian answered very simply.

"Not bad." Wu Pengwei asked again with a smile, "Do you think I can enter the top?"

Chen Tian frowned and thought for a moment: "I heard that in the competition group, several seed masters are staggered. Judging from the elders defeat of Zen Qinglei, they will definitely be in the top five."

"That's it." Wu Pengwei brushed his sleeves and let go of a few playful children chasing on the street. "How many do you think I can get into the top five and make a good calligraphy and painting like me?"

"No one." Chen Tian seemed to understand something and slapped him fiercely: "I understand. The elder means that it will be auctioned on the day of entering the finals. The water will rise. Even if those merchants flatter you, they will compete to sell them at a high price. The price is more than 10,000 now, several times possible."

"Hehe, this is not enough." Wu Pengwei shook his head.

"Not enough?"

"Yes, it's far from enough." Wu Pengwei turned around and asked Aoki, "How many silver tickets did I give you last time?"

Aoki took out a banknote from his arms and whispered, "In addition to the ones given to them, there are 80,000 taels."

Wu Pengwei took two of them, handed them to Chen Tian, and said with a smile, "Go to Wuwang City to find some regular guests who often make teahouses, and ask them to publicize my Mo Xiangxuan's painting today, and also promote the last time I contributed to 'Mr. Beidou' in 'Wenxin Pavilion'. Remember, the money should be scattered, each The big business restaurants and the lightest restaurants should be publicized. In addition, don't let't fall behind my victory over Zen Qinglei in the competition. The children in this street and alley make a formula to let them sing every day. You can do it as you like. If you don't have enough money, ask me again. After the Wuwang Competition, I think the painting should be able to do it. It's enough to sell at a good price.

Wu Pengwei saw Chen Tian's stunned face, smiled indifferently, and patted him on the shoulder: "There are skills to follow in everything, and so is martial arts practice. Kung fu is in addition to martial arts, seeking new things, changes and transcendence, so that can continue to make progress."

After saying that, he smiled indifferently and walked forward with his hands behind him. Aoki behind him followed closely.

Chen Tian held a silver ticket in his hand and recalled what Wu Pengwei had said before. It took him a while to digest it. Looking at Wu Pengwei's elegant back, he suddenly felt that the elder was not like a 15-year-old teenager at all, but more like an 80-year-old man who was sophisticated in the world.

Chen Tianchang sighed and stuffed the silver ticket into his arms. It was not until this moment that he sincerely admired the young elder. Not only his martial arts skills were excellent, but even his wisdom was also unfathomable, far from being comparable to a cleverness like him.

However, the young four elders are obviously not a person who cares about money. It can be seen from his generous hands and his usual attitude towards gold and silver, but now he spends a lot of effort to hype his paintings, which is nothing more than trying to sell at a high price.

What on earth is he drawing?

Chen Tian thought was so anxious that there was still no solution in the end.