Chapter 1891

"Thinks it's too hard to wipe his ass with? Can't even sell it for one tael of silver?"

Gao Changwen felt as if he had been struck hard.

He wouldn't give up and stopped a few more masked merchants.

Soon.

Gao Changwen's heart turned completely cold.

The way those people looked at him and his 'Divine Phoenix Painting' was identical to Wang Baiwan—looking at a fool, looking at filth, avoiding him as if he were a plague.

Gao Changwen stood there like a wooden chicken, utterly dejected.

He muttered to himself, "This makes no sense. The chick is painted so lifelike, even better than my brother's, and more vivid—how can it be worthless?"

Old Fu, who had been watching from afar, couldn't bear it anymore.

When Gao Changwen was holding the painting and squatting outside, he already knew what Gao Changwen was trying to do.

He stepped forward and sighed, "Second Young Master, don't waste your effort. Even if you painted it exactly like the First Young Master's, no one would spend a high price to buy it."

"Old Fu, why?"

Gao Changwen asked directly.

He couldn't figure this out!

It made no sense; every painting Gao Yang sold fetched a sky-high price, so why couldn't he?

"Because this painting was painted by you, Second Young Master, not the First Young Master. Even if it's identical, the First Young Master can sell it, but you, Second Young Master, cannot."

"Targeting me? Targeting my talent?"

This sentence from Gao Changwen nearly choked Old Fu to death.

"Second Young Master, why don't you think about it: when you sell a painting versus when the First Young Master sells a painting, what are you missing?"

Old Fu hinted with his expression.

He was one step away from telling Gao Changwen directly that in this charity auction, power is the soul of the painting. Without power, this painting is just paper—too hard even to wipe your ass with!

Gao Changwen looked thoughtful.

"I understand."

"As long as the Second Young Master understands." Old Fu looked gratified.

"A painting is a work of high elegance and should enter the halls of high elegance. If I want to sell it for a high price, I should also hold an auction, and I must crown it with the name of charity!"

Old Fu: "???"

Old Fu's hand, which was stroking his beard, froze in mid-air.

No, was that what he meant?

"Old Fu, thank you! I understand!"

After Gao Changwen finished speaking, he ran into the prefecture in high spirits.

"Hey!"

Behind him.

Old Fu sighed heavily.

This long sigh said it all.

"..."