Chapter 637 Invitation Ticket No. 3

"Do you have a visit ticket? I'll buy it for any amount. m"

Gu Yue'er was extremely enthusiastic about Su Lin who suddenly appeared in front of her. Especially the picture of Su Lin wearing a mask and hat. Not only did Gu Yue'er not feel that he was a bad person, but he felt that Su Lin must be a senior scalper.

"I'm sorry. Miss, I'm not a scalper. I don't know how to sell scalper tickets, but I do have a ticket in my hand, and I don't think you can get in. So, for the sake of being from China, I want to make this move. A ticket for you."

Su Lin didn't beat around the bush, and simply and clearly stated his intentions.

"You have a ticket? You said it's not a scalper, so tell me how much it costs! I'm not short of money, 20,000 euros, okay? The price of this ticket is 10,000 euros at most. I'll double it for you, okay? "

Gu Yue'er thought that Su Lin's words were deliberately trying to increase the ticket price. Although the level and specifications of this exhibition are relatively high, and the number of votes is relatively small, in general, there are only 50 invitation tickets and only 1,000 visiting tickets. And these tickets are not on sale, but are only invited by the European Oil Painting Association and its branches.

As for tickets from other sources, many of them are transferred between each other. Therefore, in the black market in Paris, the maximum price of such a ticket is 10,000 euros. Originally, Gu Yueer also planned to go to the black market in Paris to buy a ticket, but then she got a ticket. Gu Yue'er's ticket was given by a friend of hers, so there was no need to go to the black market to find it.

But rather. This ticket was lost by Gu Yue'er. Before entering the venue, she rummaged through her pockets and couldn't find the ticket. Temporary and impossible to buy in the black market. Therefore, seeing that Su Lin had a ticket in front of her, Gu Yue'er simply bid twice as much as the black market price. From Gu Yue'er's point of view, now that the exhibition is about to start, and since she has no tickets to worry about, these scalpers with tickets in their hands should be more anxious than herself.

After all, this ticket is useless as long as it passes the time of the exhibition. If the scalper does not sell the tickets before the exhibition starts. Afterwards, it's just a piece of waste paper, and it's hard to even wipe your butt.

Therefore, Gu Yue'er felt that she had paid 20,000 euros, and the scalper in front of her had no reason not to sell the ticket to herself. But when Gu Yue'er heard Su Lin's answer, she was stunned.

"I've said it all, I'm not a scalper, and I don't want your money. This ticket is my own. I think you're from China. I gave it to you."

Su Lin shook his head helplessly, took out his "invitation ticket" from his pocket, and handed it to Gu Yue'er.

"Your own ticket? Then... you also came to the oil painting exhibition? After you gave me your ticket, what will you do?"

Only now did Gu Yue'er realize that Su Lin was not a scalper. It's the live Lei Feng who came to give himself a ticket! As a result, Gu Yue'er didn't look carefully at the ticket that Su Lin handed over, but she knew that this was the ticket for this exhibition, and the material and pattern were similar to her own.

"I have a way to get in. You have the ticket and hurry in! The exhibition will start in a while."

Su Lin looked at Gu Yue'er again. Then, pressing his hat, he planned to leave and find a corner where no one was there, pause for a while and sneak into the exhibition center.

"Then... thank you. My name is Gu Yue'er, what's your name? I... let's leave it to a friend!"

Looking at Su Lin who was almost fully armed, with only two eyes showing on her face, it was the first time that Gu Yue'er had taken the initiative to make friends with someone, so she stretched out her hand and said to Su Lin.

"I...my name is..." Su Lin originally wanted to use his English name sny, but after thinking about it, Gu Yueer would definitely know the name of sny after entering the exhibition hall, so he hesitated and said, "Don't thank me, my name is Lei Feng, hehe!"

After saying this, Su Lin smeared oil on the soles of his feet and slipped away, found a place where no one was around, paused the time, and slipped into the venue.

"Hey! I said you are..."

Before she could finish her words, Su Lin slipped away, and Gu Yue'er was even more surprised by this mysterious person who suddenly appeared.

"What a weirdo, I thought it was a scalper! It turned out to be a 'Lei Feng'..."

With the ticket, Gu Yue'er was very happy in her heart. After all, it is unfortunate to lose a ticket, but how can you be unhappy when you can run into a good-hearted person who sends a ticket to you?

It has been more than two years since Gu Yueer graduated from the Central Academy of Fine Arts, and she also has a little reputation in the domestic and international painting circles. However, her qualifications are still too shallow, especially her experience and understanding of the spirit of painting are relatively shallow. She has carefully studied the works of those masters and deeply knows that the artistic form and level of the paintings are important, but the spirit and soul of the paintings are more important.

A soulless portrait, no matter how well drawn, is no more accurate than a photograph. The charm of the characters, the manifestation of the spirit, as well as the painter's own meaning and life sustenance, are all incomparable to photos. After realizing this, Gu Yue'er will completely settle down and prepare to travel and study painting in Europe and around the world.

This time, she heard that there is such a high-level art exhibition in Paris, so she came to study it specially. Gu Yueer always feels that she is only one layer of window paper away from penetrating the soul of the painting, but she has not realized it for a long time, so her current paintings are only in shape, and it is often difficult to draw what she wants in her heart. feel come.

"I hope the exhibition on this floor will allow me to make a breakthrough."

Taking the ticket given by Su Lin, Gu Yue'er went to the ticket gate and handed the ticket to the guard who refused to let her in before saying, "Now that the ticket is found, can I go in?"

"But...this...this is an invitation ticket, No. 3 invitation ticket! Expensive...VIP...please...please come in!"

The person who checked the ticket was a brown-haired Frenchman. When he saw the ticket that Gu Yueer handed over, he immediately stood up and said to Gu Yueer very respectfully.

"Huh? This...why is this guard's expression so wrong? When other people take the tickets in, they don't see him being so respectful! Also, what does he mean by the invitation ticket? Could it be that my ticket has it? question?"

Gu Yue'er picked up the ticket in her hand and glanced at it again, and she found a difference. Although this ticket and her original ticket were almost the same in design and material. But the ticket in hand is not "visit ticket" but "invitation ticket" printed on it, and it also has an Arabic numeral 3 on the back.

"Invitation ticket? What does this mean? Could it be that the ticket that person gave me is fake? Isn't everyone holding a visit ticket? Where did you get the invitation ticket? There are numbers on the back? Shouldn't this be Fake tickets?"

Gu Yue'er saw that the tickets in the hands of the visitors before and after were all visiting tickets, so she thought suspiciously, but then she thought it was wrong. If it was a fake ticket, the guard would not have let him in at all. face respect.

"So, the ticket that person gave me just now is not only real, but... it seems to be a special ticket!"

Back in China, Gu Yue'er also frequented various high-end exhibitions and auctions, and knew that there were different tickets in some places, similar to VIP tickets, which were specifically different from ordinary tickets. It's just that Gu Yue'er didn't expect that this exhibition in Paris would have similar VIP tickets.

I looked at the ticket in my hand again, the "invitation ticket" and the number 3 on the back. Come on, this ticket is very precious. The person who owns this ticket, I am afraid that the identity will not be simple.

"That person, who is it?"

Because of this ticket, Gu Yue'er remembered the "Lei Feng" who gave her this ticket.

At the entrance of the exhibition, the guard who had just checked Gu Yue'er's ticket immediately took the walkie-talkie and said, "There was a girl with a Chinese face just now, who came in with the invitation ticket number 3. It should be the sny."

After receiving the information from the entrance, Marshall, the president of the European Oil Painting Association, who was in the exhibition, came to the spirit and walked quickly towards the entrance. Sure enough, the person who walked in was an oriental girl with a Chinese face. Marshall could not have imagined that this genius would come home to such a beautiful and young girl.

"Welcome, distinguished guest from Huaxia, we have been waiting for you for a long time."

In Gu Yue'er's mind, she was still thinking about the "Lei Feng" who gave her the ticket, but an old man with a white beard walked up to him. At first, Gu Yue'er thought it was a perverted old grandfather from the West who came to strike up a conversation, but when she raised her head and carefully looked at the person, she was shocked.

"Ma... Master Marshall?"

Gu Yueer, who is well versed in all the big names in the oil painting industry, how could he not know the Marshall in front of him, this genius from Italy came home, and is also the most famous painter alive. Collectors are rushing to collect, and he is also the president of the European Oil Painting Association.

However, how could Gu Yueer not be overwhelmed by the fact that such a world-renowned master of oil painting greeted him with enthusiasm. Just like Qin Li, not long ago, Gu Yue'er also tried to send her paintings to the European Oil Painting Association, but she was also not qualified to join the association and was beaten back.

But now, from Gu Yue'er's point of view, Marshall, who had been standing at the top of the world's oil paintings, seemed to be walking towards her as if she saw an old friend. Gu Yue'er really doubted that she was dreaming.

"You... are you calling me?"

Gu Yue'er was flattered and looked around her. There was no one else. No doubt, this Marshall was here for her. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (qn) to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile users, please go to m.qn to read.)

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