This young master actually managed to co up with two million!
Simon Howard felt his face burning, as if he had been slapped hard, losing both face and dignity!
"Boss Palr, I've got sothing to do, I'll co back another day to buy a painting!" he squeezed out these words through gritted teeth, then couldn't bear to stay any longer and hurriedly left.
As he left, he was so distracted that he nearly tripped over the steps at the door, making him look even more embarrassed.
But Boss Palr didn't pay him any heed, busy introducing other paintings to Harry Hunter.
However, Harry Hunter found him obviously annoying and sent him away coldly.
There were a total of twelve paintings in this exhibition area; after he bought one, eleven remained.
The remaining paintings weren't as stunning as the landscape of the young girl, but they carried Isabella Weaver's unique, cool style, priced between thousands to tens of thousands, none as expensive as the one in Harry Hunter's hands.
As for the rest, Harry Hunter decided not to buy any more.
Isabella Weaver's outstanding artistic talent deserved to be seen, appreciated, bought, and collected by more people.
But the one in his hand, he didn't want anyone else to own, because the long-haired girl leaning against the bright red Land Rover was obviously Isabella Weaver herself.
It was likely her stroke of genius, a spontaneous addition, rging herself into her true inner world.
After seeing all of Isabella Weaver's paintings, Harry Hunter turned to leave, ignoring the rest of the paintings that Boss Palr exaggeratedly praised.
The young girl landscape painting was enough to overshadow all the other artworks in the gallery.
Unaware of everything happening outside, Isabella Weaver was restless today, feeling as though sothing was about to happen, with her eyelids twitching wildly; she was unsatisfied with several drafts and left the studio empty-handed.
William Palr had been waiting for her outside for quite so ti. Seeing her co out, he hurriedly stepped forward, "Isabella, did you not paint today?"
"Nothing ca out right, I tore them all up."
"How could you tear them up? At least let have a look, maybe they were actually good! Next ti, don't tear them up; just hang them, and I'll sell them for you!"
Isabella Weaver shook her head; she couldn't just hang up paintings she wasn't satisfied with, that would be ruining her future prospects.
Seeing the unconcealable joy on William Palr's face, she couldn't help but ask, "Boss Palr, did business go well today? You seem in a good mood!"
"Hahaha, you saw right through . I did sell a few paintings today, and one of them was yours!"
Isabella Weaver's eyes finally lit up, "Really? Which one?"
"Just that landscape painting you did a couple of days ago! Sold it for one hundred thousand, and as per our agreent, it's a fifty-fifty split. Here, this is your fifty-thousand-dollar check!"
Isabella Weaver took the check, utterly shocked, "My painting, sold for a hundred thousand?"
She was aware of Boss Palr's pricing, but usually, the actual selling price wouldn't be as high as the marked price; buyers tended to negotiate.
She initially thought the hundred thousand mark was too high and asked Boss Palr to lower it, thinking it wouldn't sell otherwise. She didn't expect it to sell so quickly!
"No need to be surprised; your painting skills are improving, which is why I told you not to tear them up so recklessly. Even a casual one could sell for tens of thousands, so don't do such a foolish thing again next ti!"
Boss Palr made a lot of money today and was especially courteous to Isabella Weaver, personally accompanying her out of the gallery and watching her board a bus before heading back.
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