The one who bid 30,000 Hong Kong paper was, of course, Liu Wenhao, who was sitting in the resting area.
With his top-notch painting skills, Liu Wenhao knew that Ruan Wen's paintings were only worth a few hundred Hong Kong paper at most.
The reason why Liu Wenhao chose to bid 30,000 Hong Kong dollars wasn't because he liked the painting.
It was a method to subdue the painter Li Wen.
The Li Wen in front of him was somewhat different from the Wushuang Li, but the similarity was that he was a poor painter at the beginning.
Money was Li Wen's Achilles 'heel.
"Are you f * cking sick?!"
"This painting can be sold for 30,000 Hong Kong dollars!”
The middle-aged man, who was determined to win, did not know what Liu Wenhao was thinking. He was completely dumbfounded when he heard the price of 30,000 Hong Kong paper.
Although the middle-aged man looked generous, he only had three to five thousand Hong Kong bills in his wallet.
If he couldn't even produce 10,000 Hong Kong Dollars, then 30,000 Hong Kong Dollars would be much more.
However, the middle-aged man still pretended that it was not worth it and kept cursing.
Luo Tianhong, Tony, and Tiger's faces turned cold when they heard the curses.
If Liu Wenhao hadn't signaled them with his eyes, the middle-aged man would have died immediately!
The reason for not letting Luo Tianhong and the others take action for the time being was very simple. Other than avoiding unnecessary trouble, the matter of the painter Li Wen had not been resolved.
The middle-aged man's life might still be useful!
……
Liu Wenhao's bid of 30,000 Hong Kong paper attracted everyone's attention.
The painter Li Wen, who was sitting in the crowd, looked in the direction of Liu Wenhao.
Li Wen didn't know Liu Wenhao's identity, nor would he know that Liu Wenhao was here for him.
Looking at the 30,000 Hong Kong bills on Liu Wenhao's table and then looking down at the 1,000 Hong Kong bills in his hand, Li Wen lowered his head and thought about something.
In the following art exhibition, every time the middle-aged man bid, Liu Wenhao would beat him.
Every time he sold a painting, Li Wen would look at Liu Wenhao, and his hands, which were holding more than a thousand Hong Kong papers, were also constantly exerting strength.
By the time Ruan Wen's last painting was sold, the Hong Kong paper in Li Wen's hand was already crumpled!
"Thank you for your support, sir!"
"Give me an address. I'll send all the paintings to you!”
Liu Wenhao had bought all of Ruan Wen's paintings, and Ruan Wen could only thank him profusely.
Sandy and the other girls were a little embarrassed.
In that case, they still owed Liu Wenhao a favor.
"Give it to him."
Liu Wenhao didn't give Ruan Wen the address. He glanced at Li Wen's direction and left the art gallery.
Although Ruan Wen was a little confused, he still walked to Li Wen.
When Lee Wen saw Ruan Wen's appearance, he hurriedly put away the tattered Hong Kong paper in his hand.
He left Ruan Wen with an address, then walked out of the art gallery as if he had made up his mind and walked quickly to Liu Wenhao.
"I want to earn money!"
Li Wen, who came to Liu Wenhao, only said four words, but his expression was unusually firm.
"What right do you have to earn money?"
Liu Wenhao was not surprised by Li Wen's appearance.
He took out the Marlboros box from his suit pocket and took out the last cigarette.
"I'm also a painter."
"Besides…all three generations of my family have made fake paper!”
When he said the second sentence, Li Wen obviously hesitated for a few seconds.
But in the end, he still told her about his family background.
He took the risk to say this because he knew that it was impossible for him to make money with his painter's level.
The only thing that made money was the fake paper technology left behind by his father.
If he wanted Liu Wenhao to help him earn money, he had to tell him what he could do to earn money.
As for whether or not Liu Wenhao would leak the news, Li Wen was already at his wit's end, so he wasn't too afraid.
"The profit from the fake paper is not low."
Liu Wenhao spat out smoke and sat on a public seat by the street.
To be honest, his encounter with Li Wen had exceeded Liu Wenhao's expectations.
Logically speaking, it was not wrong for Li Wen to be poor in the beginning.
However, after coming into contact with the fake paper craft, he should be able to escape poverty.
How could it be like this now? He had already come into contact with the fake paper craft, but he was still so poor.
"The profits are indeed not low."
"But since five years ago, the anti-counterfeit technology has become more and more powerful.”
"Even if we can get the source of the color-changing ink and paper, it will be difficult to make fake paper that can be circulated in the market without a printing plate with high similarity.”
"The current technology can only maintain our daily expenses.”
"Wanting to casually take out tens of thousands of Hong Kong paper is no different from daydreaming to me.”
Li Wen revealed a helpless smile and told Liu Wenhao about the situation.
Perhaps it was because of the integration of the Hong Kong film world, Li Wen did not go as smoothly as he did in Wushuang.
The printing of the electronic version became the biggest problem that Li Wen faced.
Liu Wenhao leaned back in his seat and tapped his fingers on the armrest.
Li Wen's biggest problem was that his inventory had a Perfect rank!
"Motherf * cker!"
"It was this bastard just now!"
"If it weren't for him, I would have gotten that artist with the surname Ruan!”
Just as Liu Wenhao was deep in thought, the middle-aged man from the art exhibition walked over aggressively with a few traitors!
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