Top Quality Beauty Cultivation System Chapter 637: Invitation ticket No. 3

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"Do you have a visit ticket? How much do I buy?"

Gu Yue'er was particularly enthusiastic about the Su Lin that suddenly appeared in front of her. Especially Su Lin wearing a mask and wearing a hat. Not only does Gu Yueer feel that he is a bad person, but he thinks that Su Lin must be a senior ox party.

"I'm sorry. Miss, I'm not a scalper. I don't sell scallop tickets, but I do have a ticket in hand. I don't think you can get in. So, it's because of the same China people that I wanted A ticket for you. "

The Su Lin also has no corners, and directly and clearly stated his intentions.

"You have a ticket? You said it was not a scalper. Just tell me how much money! I do n’t lack money, 20,000 euros. Does the ticket cost up to 10,000 euros? Will it work? "

Gu Yueer thought that Su Lin said this intentionally to raise the fare. Although the level and specifications of this exhibition are relatively high, the number of tickets is relatively small. In general, there are only fifty invitation tickets and only one thousand visit tickets. Moreover, these tickets are not for sale, but are only invited by the European Oil Painting Association and its branches.

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

But by the way. Gu Yue'er lost this ticket, and when he entered the field, he rummaged through his pocket and found no ticket. It is impossible to go to the black market temporarily. Therefore, seeing the Su Lin in front of him has a ticket, Gu Yueer simply bid directly to twice the black market price. From Gu Yueer's point of view, the exhibition is about to start now, and he is not in a hurry. These oxen holding tickets in his hands should be more anxious than himself.

After all, as long as the ticket has passed the exhibition time, it will be useless. If the cattle did not sell the tickets before the exhibition started. It was just a piece of waste paper afterwards, and it was too hard to wipe the buttocks.

So Gu Yueer felt that he had given out 20,000 euros. The scalper in front of him had no reason not to sell the ticket to himself. But when Gu Yueer heard Su Lin's answer, he was stunned.

"I have said, I am not a scalper, I don't want your money. This ticket is my own, I look at you as a China. Give it to you."

Su Lin shook his head helplessly, took out his “invitation ticket” from his pocket, and handed it to Gu Yueer.

"Your own ticket? Then ... you came to the oil painting exhibition? After your ticket was given to me, what would you do?"

Gu Yue'er realized that Su Lin is not a scalper. It's the live Lei Feng who came to deliver tickets to himself! As a result, Gu Yueer did not look closely at the ticket delivered by Su Lin, but she knew that this was the ticket for this exhibition, and the materials and patterns were similar to those of her own.

"I have my own way to go in. You hold the ticket and go in quickly! The exhibition will start in a moment."

Su Lin looked at Gu Yueer again. Then he squeezed his hat and planned to leave a corner where no one was there, and paused for a while to slip into the exhibition center.

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

Looking at the almost fully armed Su Lin in front of him, there were only two eyes on his face. For the first time, Gu Yueer wanted to make a friend with someone so actively, he reached out and said to Su Lin.

"I ... my name ..." Su Lin originally wanted to use his own English name sunny, but later think about it, Gu Yue'er entered the exhibition hall for a while, and certainly knew the reputation of sunny, so hesitated, Say, "Don't thank me, my name is Lei Feng, hehe!"

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

"Hey! I said you are ..."

Have not finished speaking yet, Su Lin slipped away, and Gu Yue'er was even more surprised by this sudden mysterious person.

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

With a ticket, Gu Yueer was very happy. After all, losing a ticket is an unfortunate thing, but how can you be unhappy if you can meet a well-meaning person to send the ticket to yourself?

Gu Yueer has graduated from the Central Academy of Fine Arts for more than two years, and has a reputation in the domestic and international art circles. However, her qualifications are still too shallow, especially her experience and understanding of the spirit of the painting are relatively shallow. She has carefully studied the works of those masters, and she deeply knows that the art form and standard of the painting are important, but what is more important is the spirit and soul of the painting.

A portrait without a soul, no matter how good it is, it will not be more accurate than the photo. The charm of the characters, the embodiment of the spirit and spirit, as well as the painter's own morals and life sustenance, are all incomparable in photos. Gu Yue'er, who has realized this, will completely settle down and prepare to travel and learn to paint in Europe and the world.

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

"I hope that this level of exhibition will allow me to make a breakthrough."

With the Su Lin ticket, Gu Yueer arrived at 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, invitation ticket No. 3! Expensive ... VIP ... please ... please come in!"

The ticket-checking Frenchman was brown-haired. As soon as he saw the ticket from Gu Yueer, he stood up and said to Gu Yueer very respectfully.

"Huh? This ... this guard's expression is so wrong? When someone takes the ticket in, he is not so respectful! Also, what does he mean by the invitation ticket? Is it me? Has a problem with your ticket? "

Gu Yueer took another look at the ticket in his hand and found out that the difference between this ticket and his original ticket was almost the same in design and material. But the ticket printed on the hand was not an "visit ticket" but an "invitation ticket", and an Arabic numeral 3 was also attached to the back.

"Invitation ticket? What does this mean? Is it that the ticket that person gave me is fake? Is n’t everyone holding a visit ticket? Where did I get the invitation ticket? There are numbers behind it? This should be Wouldn't it be a fake ticket? "

Gu Yueer saw that the tickets held by the visitors before and after were all visit tickets, and thought of it with confusion, but it was wrong to think about it. If it is a fake ticket, the guard will never let himself in. And also a respectful face.

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

When in China, Gu Yueer often goes to various high-end exhibitions and auctions, knowing that some places have different tickets, similar to VIP tickets, which are specially distinguished from ordinary ordinary tickets. But Gu Yueer didn't think that this Paris exhibition had similar VIP tickets.

Looking at the ticket in hand again, "Invitation ticket" and the number 3 at the back, then think about it, this ticket is very precious. I am afraid that the person who owns this ticket will not have a simple identity.

"Who is that person?"

Because of this ticket, Gu Yueer remembered the "Lei Feng" who gave him this ticket.

At the entrance of the exhibition, the doorman who had just checked Gu Yueer ’s ticket immediately took the intercom and said, "The girl who just had a Chinese face came in with invitation ticket number 3. It should be the sunny one. . "

After receiving the message from the door, Marshall, the president of the European Oil Painting Association at the exhibition, came to the spirit and walked quickly towards the entrance. Sure enough, it was an oriental girl with a Chinese face who walked in head-on. Marshall couldn't think of it, this genius going back to sunny would be such a beautiful and young girl.

"Welcome, distinguished guests from China, we have been waiting for you for a long time."

In Gu Yue'er's mind, still thinking of the "Lei Feng" who gave himself a ticket, but he came up to an old man with a white beard. At first, Gu Yueer thought it was a perverted grandfather of the West who came to talk, but when she looked up and looked at the people carefully, she was surprised.

"Horse ... Master Marshall?"

How can Gu Yueer, who is well versed in the oil painting world, not know Marshall in front of him? This genius from Italy came home and is the most famous painter still alive. Many of his paintings have won numerous awards. Collected by countless collectors, he is also the president of the European Oil Painting Association.

However, now such a world-famous oil painter's most famous master is greeted warmly towards himself, how can Gu Yueer not be flattered. Just like Qin Li, not long ago, Gu Yueer also tried to send his paintings to the European Oil Painting Association, but he was also not qualified to join the association and was beaten back.

Now, in Gu Yue'er's view, Marshall, who has been standing on top of the world's oil paintings, is walking towards himself as if he saw an old friend. Gu Yueer really doubts that he is dreaming.

"You ... are you calling me?"

Gu Yueer glanced at his surroundings with surprise, there was no one else, no doubt, this Marshall was directed at himself.

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