Chapter: 345

"This painting is pretty good, and Aunt Cheng likes it too. Why don't I buy it and give it to Aunt Cheng?"

Guan Zhiling paused, a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

"No need to spend money, you are a guest..."

Song Chi was generous and deliberately wanted to please Guan Zhiling, so naturally he would not let this good opportunity pass.

Immediately, she turned to look at the boss in the exhibition hall.

"Just this painting, wrap it up."

The boss shook his head decisively.

"no--"

"This painting is Mr. Wei's painting, he doesn't sell it, hey, here he is..."

Just as he was talking, an old man with a white beard leaned on a cane and walked towards here with tough steps.

Mr. Wei, a Chinese native, is quite famous in the international painting circle, and it is hard to find a painting.

Of course Cheng Yi's mother had heard of this thunderous name.

In the circle of ladies and wives in the upper class, except for luxury goods such as jewelry and bags, anyone who does not collect some famous works at home will be ridiculed as a nouveau riche.

But Mr. Wei's paintings cannot be bought with money.

His temper is perverse and strange, and he has almost harsh demands on buyers.

Guan Zhiling thought, if he could buy this painting, wouldn't he be more respectable in the circle?

In a blink of an eye, the old man with the white beard had arrived.

The owner of the showroom came forward to greet him politely.

The white-bearded old man just nodded perfunctorily, without further ado, stepped forward to take down the painting on the wall, turned around and was about to leave.

Song Chi saw that Guan Zhiling liked the painting, so he immediately stepped forward to stop it.

"Old man, how much is this painting, I want to buy it."

The old man with white beard frowned slightly and glanced at Song Chi.

"You can't afford it."

As he said that, he was about to pass Song Chi and leave.

Song Chi, who was underestimated, was a little embarrassed.

The all-powerful strong woman in the mall, is there anything she can't afford?

"Old man, let's make a price. After you say the price, let's see if I can afford it?"

Song Chi's face was condensed, with a hint of arrogance that cannot be ignored.

The old man with white beard snorted coldly.

"At such a young age, I smell of copper. Selling it to you will completely ruin my reputation. You should go and harm other people's paintings..."