"This painting is said to be the favorite painting of Mr. Li during his lifetime, but because Mr. Li never admitted that the painting was signed and stamped throughout his life, it is impossible to determine whether the painting was written by Mr. Li until now."

Sun Bingyan stood beside Lin Yuan, his voice slow.

He raised his head and looked at the painting in front of him. It is no exaggeration to say that the structure, composition and control of color of the painting are extremely clever.

However, the whole painting always looks indescribable, as if it was covered with a layer of gauze. Therefore, this painting was placed in the exhibition hall for a long time, but it has never been seen by anyone.

Painting is a good painting, but because it is impossible to determine whether it is Li Xianglan's painting, and there is no halo of other famous painters, the whole painting is not sold at a high price.

Even at that time, after Wen Haiyang took over the Moonlight Exhibition Hall, this painting was always placed here, and no one had any idea.

It is considered a pearl covered with dust, but in the art world, evaluating the value of a painting is more important than the painter himself. It is said that being a painter is to make money after death, and this is true.

Because the painter died, his paintings were only a small number of, not many, and thus became more and more precious.

This is also the reason why many painters burn their paintings from time to time.

Scarcity is precious.

"Who is the woman in the painting?"

Lin Yuan spoke, his voice choked.

This voice not only scared Lin Yuan, but even Sun Bingyan next to him was stunned. He didn't expect Lin Yuan to have such a strong emotional reaction.

"She should be Mr. Li's wife?"

Sun Bingyan calmed down and suddenly smiled: "I just heard about these words. Mr. Li's wife is very low-key, and I have never seen her before. However, it is rumored that Mr. Li's wife died of illness many years ago."

"But the Li family never held any funerals at that time, so I can't say it's very accurate."

After Sun Bingyan finished speaking, he didn't hear Lin Yuan's response. He turned to Lin Yuan and looked at him: "I've been hesitating for a long time, but I still want to ask you a question."

"What?" Lin Yuan didn't go to see him and responded subconsciously.

"You just concluded that I would stand on your side. Can you tell me the reason?" Sun Bingyan asked softly.

He originally did not intend to delve into this, because he did not have the idea of ​​accepting apprentices for the time being. However, just now Sun Ruoyi came back and said that Lin Yuan was stunned in Area D and his emotions were changing. Sun Bingyan was wondering whether Lin Yuan would really have the talent for appreciation.

Because if you really know how to appreciate it, you can understand the emotions of different paintings.

But this idea is too incredible after all.

Sun Bingyan didn't have much confidence in Lin Yuan's identity.

But he still came, wanted to see it again, and wanted to ask again.

Then he saw Lin Yuan almost crying at a painting, and he strengthened his determination to ask.

"You are the referee and you need fairness."

Hearing Lin Yuan’s response, Sun Bingyan nodded slightly and continued to speak.

"I think you have some talent, and I feel that you may have a talent that you have never understood, so I want to ask you."

Speaking of this, Sun Bingyan paused and said, "Would you like to follow me?"

"I don't have the idea of ​​accepting an apprentice for the time being, but I can give you to my apprentice for training first. If you have more touching me in the future, I can accept you as my apprentice."

"I accept you and be my last closed disciple in my life."

Sun Bingyan spoke gently and slowly, unable to hear any emotional ups and downs, but when he said the last sentence, even if he did not deliberately express it, he could still feel the arrogance in his words.

Sun Bingyan.

The Sun family's surname alone is the reputation and confidence that Sun Bingyan gained in Jiangsu and Zhejiang alone.

If an ordinary person gets this opportunity, he will probably kneel down and recognize the master immediately.

What surprised Sun Bingyan was that the boy in front of him took a deep breath after hearing his words, and finally turned his gaze.

The boy looked at Sun Bingyan's face with clear eyes and looked at him without fear.

"If you promise, can you suffer a lot less?" he asked.

"I will suffer a lot less hardship than you are now, and it is not an exaggeration to say that you can reach the sky in one step." Sun Bingyan nodded.

"If you promise, can you make a lot of money?" The boy wiped his eyes, his eyes were a little red, which was the emotion that was infected by the painting.

"It will make a lot of money, but it will take time." Sun Bingyan continued to nod, and did not feel uncomfortable because Lin Yuan asked such straightforward words: "This job is harder than you think, but it is also simpler than you think."

"You may not have much money in the first few years when you first entered the industry, but as long as you have enough talent, you may also earn hundreds of thousands, millions, or even tens of millions in a very short period of time."

What Sun Bingyan said is also the truth.

Even if Lin Yuan is really talented, he needs enough time to train. If he wants to make money, he needs to wait for the opportunity.

"Can you keep this opportunity?"

Lin Yuan hesitated for a moment, but still asked.

"Stay?"

Hearing this, Sun Bingyan frowned slightly: "Can you ask the reason?"

"Looking at Quhang and even the entire Jiangsu and Zhejiang, those who want to get my guidance are like crucian carp across the river. If anyone here had heard my words, I would have been accepting it and worshipped a long time ago, and I would never consider taking disciples in normal times."

"Even if I promise you can keep this opportunity now, but if I change my mind in the future, it will be useless to keep this opportunity."

"Of course, you may not know my specific identity, but I can tell you that I am better than the most powerful person you know."

Sun Bingyan's voice was plain. When facing Lin Yuan, perhaps because he really admired Lin Yuan, his tone of speaking became much softer, and his eyes were less arrogant, and more because of the curiosity of the elders towards the younger generation.

"Two reasons." Lin Yuan spoke.

"Look at me with your ears." Sun Bingyan nodded.

"The first reason is that I have a job now. Because the job was introduced to me by an acquaintance uncle, I came here, so it's hard to leave now."

"Even if the boss is not good to me, I may have to endure a lot of hardships, but when I went out, I had already thought about it and came to endure hardships, so I have to stay for the time being."

When he heard the first reason, Sun Bingyan raised his eyebrows and felt a little dissatisfied.

He felt that the child in front of him was too stubborn, not to mention, what kind of boss could be better than him?

Sun Bingyan didn't think Lin Yuan could meet someone who was too powerful.

"Then the second point?" Sun Bingyan's tone was a little cold, and he also felt that the child in front of him was a little ignorant of being polite.

He wanted to give Lin Yuan a chance because he loved talent, but unexpectedly, he was disappointed.

It's not considered a great humiliation, but it will make you feel a little uncomfortable.

"The second reason is because of the final show tonight."

Lin Yuan spoke, looked at Li Yuege, who was painting extremely seriously: "Although he and I have only known each other for less than a day, since I promised to help, I have to help the end."

"You are afraid. If you promised me, I will open the back door for you?" Sun Bingyan was stunned for a moment, then smiled and shook his head slightly: "If you are worried like this, there is no need."

"Even if you promised me, I won't open the back door for you. Besides, the key to whether you can win is not you, but with Li Yuege."

Sun Bingyan's tone, which was a little cold, returned to softer.

He could hear from Lin Yuan's words that Lin Yuan was worried about his reputation.

The reason is that Sun Bingyan is the referee tonight. Since he is the referee, he naturally cannot be biased towards either side. If Lin Yuan agrees and wins in the end, Wen Haiyang and others may be liable for the debt.

But Sun Bingyan never considered this issue, because in his eyes, although Lin Yuan had some talent, he was also unable to turn things around tonight.

Lin Yuan's painting is a must-have painting.

If Lin Yuan loses, Sun Bingyan will not be able to get a rumor of bias. Even if he is biased, he will be biased towards the Wen family.

"If you can win two paintings in Li Yuege, you will win three and two, and Li Yuege will win."

"Li Yuege lost one of the two paintings, but Li Yuege lost."

Sun Bingyan's tone was straightforward.

"You think I will definitely lose."

Lin Yuan looked at him.

"certainly."

Sun Bingyan nodded without shyness: "Drawing requires talent and long-term practice accumulation."

"This is not something that can be achieved overnight unless you are a monster."

"It should be a try."

Lin Yuan suddenly sighed, turned to the other side, and went there to get the tools for painting: "Be entrusted by others, be loyal to others, even if you really lose, you must do your best before losing."

"Besides, what if I win?"

He walked past Sun Bingyan without any hesitation.
Chapter completed!