Krypton Gold Makes Me Super God

Chapter 163: Your oil paintings are better than Chinese paintings?

Just as everyone was shocked and praising Yang Xiaofan's paintings, an artist came up to him and said sincerely:

"Mr. Yang, I would like to purchase this painting of yours in my personal name. I am willing to pay 5 million US dollars. Is this possible?"

Five million US dollars, converted into RMB, is actually much more than 20 million. Compared with Yang Xiaofan's domestic selling price, this price is quite reasonable.

However, this painting cannot be compared with those paintings.

Those paintings are far less vivid than this one.

Those were all painted by Yang Xiaofan when he was a grandmaster, and this painting was painted by Yang Xiaofan when he was at the saint level.

Therefore, the price of this painting is many times higher than that one.

As expected, before Yang Xiaofan opened his mouth, another artist stepped forward and said:
"Mr. Thor, this painting is so exquisite, and its collection value is far greater than that of ordinary paintings. And you are only willing to pay Mr. Yang Xiaofan 5 million US dollars. Don't you think it's too stingy?"

After saying that, the other party smiled at Yang Xiaofan and said:

"Mr. Yang, I am willing to pay six million US dollars. I wonder if you are willing to sell this painting to me?"

As soon as this voice died down, another voice shouted out from the crowd.

"Is six million a lot? I'll give you seven million dollars."

"I'll give you eight million dollars."

"I'll give you nine million dollars."

Everyone was competing for bids, and in the end the price reached a full 10 million US dollars.

This price, converted into domestic RMB, would be more than 60 million.

All in all, the price is reasonable.

At this time, no one was bidding anymore.

On the one hand, it is because of the price, and on the other hand, it is because of Chinese painting.

No matter how good Chinese painting is, or how good Yang Xiaofan's painting is, they always love oil painting.

It's like a problem engraved in our genes, and it can't be solved simply by drawing well.

However, on the other hand, it was already very good that Yang Xiaofan's Chinese painting was sold for 10 million US dollars among Westerners.

Who else has this level?

Smith congratulated with joy:

"Mr. Yang, congratulations! A painting was sold for 70 million US dollars. Such a transaction price is hard to come by even in the oil painting world. However, thank you very much for adding color to today's exchange meeting. In particular, you let us see the charm of Chinese painting."

Yang Xiaofan's expression was very indifferent.

"I feel quite regretful. To be honest, if this Chinese painting of mine was in our country, I'm afraid someone would buy it even if the price was 100 million. But here, it can only be sold for 10 million US dollars, which is only more than 60 million RMB."

Smith couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"There's nothing we can do about it. You have to know that although we are all artists, due to cultural reasons, the market value of oil paintings in the West is higher. If the painting you just drew was an oil painting, let alone 10 million US dollars, even if it was 20 million US dollars, I would still buy it."

"Oh, are you serious?"

Smith was stunned, then nodded again.

"Of course, I have no need to lie about this."

"Okay! Then I'll paint a picture to see if you really won't lie."

Old Chen was startled and immediately grabbed Yang Xiaofan's arm, whispering:
"Xiao Fan, what are you doing? There are so many people here. If you go up and fail to draw, won't everyone laugh at you? By then, you will bring disgrace to the East."

The reason why Mr. Chen asked Yang Xiaofan to come was for the sake of the face of the entire East.

Now if Yang Xiaofan were to brag and go up to paint an oil painting, but it turns out not to be a good painting, wouldn't that be a waste of time?

He simply wouldn't believe that Yang Xiaofan could also paint oil paintings. Although both are paintings, oil painting and Chinese painting are two completely different things.

If both want to reach Yang Xiaofan's level of Chinese painting, they will need twice the time to study.

At this time, a Korean artist took the opportunity to mock:
"Mr. Chen, since Mr. Yang wants to go up and paint, just let him paint. What do you mean by stopping him? Don't you want us to have a good conversation?"

Chen Lao's face turned ashen with anger. These damn Koreans just love to stir up trouble.

At this time, Yang Xiaofan smiled, patted his hands gently, and gave him a confident look.

"Don't worry, Old Chen. If I didn't have these two brushes, I wouldn't say such a thing. Don't they look down on our Chinese paintings? Well, then I will use the oil paintings they like to harvest their money! And I will harvest a lot of money."

Yang Xiaofan had thought about expanding the market to the United States and the entire West a long time ago.

After all, for Eastern collectors, there is a certain limit to the number of pieces.

There are more collectors in the West, and they are also richer.

In addition, making money from our compatriots in China is not that satisfying. It is far less satisfying than making money from these people.

"But Xiaofan, if you can't draw well, then you won't make money, but you'll be embarrassed!"

Mr. Chen is still very worried.

After all, Yang Xiaofan and he were representing Dongfang to attend the art exchange meeting tonight.

Yang Xiaofan smiled at him again.

"Don't worry, if I bring shame to the nation, you can chop off my head and use it as a chamber pot."

Having said that, he walked straight up, asked someone to change the painting tools, and started painting again.

This time, Yang Xiaofan's painting skills were even more impressive.

If the landscape painting just now was just done casually, then at this moment, Yang Xiaofan had to show his real skills.

He painted several Western classics.
There is God creating man, there is Jesus' Last Supper, and there is Athena, the goddess of wisdom.

He painted more than ten pictures of various classics.

And when he started to paint the first picture, everyone's attention was attracted to him.

"Oh my god! His oil paintings are so good!?"

"This level is truly the highest level in the world today. Even I am ashamed of myself!"

Smith touched his head and began to tremble with excitement.

"Oh my God, I saw God! He must be God!"

Among all the people, only Lao Chen's face kept twitching, which looked extremely ugly.

"This brat, his oil paintings are actually better than his Chinese paintings? Does he still want people to live?"

I can paint in two styles at the same time, and each of them is top-notch.

This guy, does he have double the time to study?
(End of this chapter)