"Seeing how you feel good about yourself, you should be a little famous, right?"

Before Yan Yong could speak, Lin Yiming asked.

"certainly!"

Yan Yong was a little proud.

"My paintings have won many domestic awards, and even internationally..."

"Okay, okay, stop bragging. I have no idea about these big prizes, let alone international ones, even the universe big prizes, I have never heard of them."

Lin Yiming interrupted Yan Yong's words.

"Tell me directly, how much does your most expensive painting cost?"

In Lin Yiming's view, the most direct way to measure the value of art is to measure the value of money!

Although it is not absolute, a painting worth ten million is better than a painting worth ten thousand yuan, right?

Unless...the people in this world are fools!

Therefore, in the eyes of the super rich second-generation young master Lin, he has his own set of measurement criteria, that is... good goods are not cheap, and cheap goods are not good!

"Six million!"

Yan Yong was a little proud, not much of his age, and among the painters of his time, there were really not many paintings that could be sold for 6 million yuan!

"Six million?"

Lin Yiming was also a little surprised. It seemed that this guy was a bit famous!

However, no matter how surprised he was, his face was revealed.

"Yes, six million, how about it?"

Yan Yong nodded. This little fat man... has never seen six million in his life!

"It's pretty good, is your painting...the paper soft?"

Lin Yiming asked again.

"ah?"

When Yan Yong heard Lin Yiming's words, he was stunned for a moment. This was the first time he had encountered such a question.

Usually people ask what the painting is, what artistic conception is, etc.

Asked about paper?

I've never encountered it before!

"If it's soft, you can buy it and wipe your butt... Yes, Lao Tang."

Lin Yiming said, looking at Tang Luo.

Tang Luo wanted to laugh, Lao Lin's mouth was really hurt!

It’s a proud work that sold for 6 million yuan. Do you want to buy it and wipe your butt?

Too much!

Chen Han's pretty face turned slightly red, and he was laughing and didn't say anything.

Yan Yong's face was extremely gloomy!

Buy his paintings to wipe your butt?

This is the biggest insult to a painter!

"What Yan... Yan Yong, right? What about your painting? Consider selling it to me."

Lin Yiming said to Yan Yong.

"Boy, you're looking for death!"

Yan Yong stared at Lin Yiming with a cold voice.

"What's wrong? Are you not happy to give you money? Although I think your broken painting is probably worth six million, but I can't buy my happiness if I have money. My Young Master Lin is not short of money!"

Lin Yiming said with a smile.

"Six million, can you take it out?"

Yan Yong said angrily.

"What did you say? Hehe, hehe..."

Lin Yiming seemed to have heard the funnyest joke in the world.

"Old Tang, did you hear what he said? He asked me if I could take out six million? Hahaha, I'm so laughing."

Tang Luo was also funny, so happy to see Lin Yiming abuse Yan Yong.

"why are you laughing!"

Yan Yong glared and glared.

"Can you take it out? Why prove it?"

"Why prove it? OK, just my name is 'Lin Yiming', is it enough?"

Lin Yiming looked at Yan Yong and asked.

"Lin Yiming?"

Yan Yong was stunned. This name sounded a bit familiar.

"He is the richest man in China Overseas. Do you ask him if he can give out six million? Haha, Da Painter Yan, are you making fun of it?"

Tang Luo looked at Yan Yong and said.

Hearing Tang Luo's words, Yan Yong's face changed drastically.

The richest man in China Overseas?

Lin Wenyuan?

Yes, Lin Wenyuan's son is called Lin Yiming, and he is called "the number one prodigal son in Zhonghai".

Even when he came to Zhonghai this time, he wanted to get to know Lin Yiming.

For nothing else, I heard that Lin Yiming has a lot of money and is stupid. I want Lin Yiming to buy a few paintings of him and make some price!

Unexpectedly... I actually saw it here today!

But thinking about the conflict just now, Yan Yong's face changed again. It was over and offended Lin Yiming.

"Where is your painting? Remember to give it to me. As long as you see the painting, you will give it to you six million immediately."

Lin Yiming looked at Yan Yong and said mockingly.

"Lin... Master Lin, this is a misunderstanding. I don't recognize Mount Tai and don't recognize you."

Yan Yong squeezed out a smile. Now, he is in no mood to pick up girls anymore. He has to make friends with Lin Yiming as soon as possible.

"Misunderstanding? Haha, I don't think it's a misunderstanding."

Lin Yiming sneered.

"Yan Yong, some people... you'd better not make any decisions, otherwise you may not be able to get a brush in your life!"

When Yan Yong heard Lin Yiming's words, he was stunned at first, and then understood what he meant.

The next second, Yan Yong's forehead was sweating. Is Lin Yiming threatening him?

Then, he thought of something.

Chen Han seemed to be talking to Lin Yiming just now!

In other words, what he guessed just now was all fake.

What kind of family is not good... How could someone who knows Mr. Lin be short of money?

And...What is the relationship between Chen Han and Lin Yiming?

Could it be...

Yan Yong had more cold sweats on his forehead. After that, he actually made the idea of ​​Lin Yiming's woman. Isn't this asking for death?

"Mr. Lin, the misunderstanding is really a misunderstanding... I didn't expect Miss Chen to know you."

Yan Yong didn't care about his superiors and was very low-key and kept admitting his conscience.

"You said, Chen Han wants to take a photo, will Mr. Mo give this face?"

Lin Yiming looked at Yan Yong and asked again.

"Absolutely, Mr. Mo will definitely give you the face of Mr. Lin."

Yan Yong nodded quickly.

"hehe."

Lin Yiming smiled smugly, and when Jin Qian stood up and spoke, everything else shut up.
To be continued...