Chapter 484： brag to heaven

"As long as you are ready to paint, my friend can come anytime!" Chu Qiao said.

"Half a month."

Mei Jiuming's tone was firm. In fact, he was going to do it himself. The paintings he didn't want to paint didn't include copying, as long as it didn't belong to his own name.

When he was studying abroad in the past, he copied a lot of paintings just to make ends meet.

"Okay, I'll bring someone to the gallery in half a month!"

Chu Qiao readily agreed. The reason why she was so sure was because she knew that there was a demand in the market.

Just like Mrs. Liu and Mrs. Liang, they really want to buy Western paintings, but there is currently no gallery in Shanghai that specializes in selling Western paintings, and Mrs. Liu and the others don’t want to go abroad to buy them, so they are very distressed.

As long as Mei Jiuming is ready to paint, Chu Qiao will be sure to sell it.

After leaving the gallery, Chu Qiao went back to the beauty shop and accidentally ran into Mrs. Liu and two other women she didn't know. They were doing maintenance with Mrs. Liu and chatting by the way.

Taking into account the actual situation, Chu Qiao added a bed to the room. Many times the wives came together, three or two together, chatting by the way, and it was inconvenient to be separated.

Dang Xiaojie personally served Mrs. Liu, and Mrs. Liu chatted with her two girlfriends.

"I don't know where I bought the Western painting in Mr. Sun's house. It looks weird." Mrs. Liu said with admiration.

"I heard from Mrs. Sun that Mr. Sun got it back from a business trip in Hong Kong City. It seems that it was painted by a great painter in the West. It cost hundreds of thousands of oceans." A woman said enviously and exaggeratedly.

"Oh yo, a painting costs hundreds of thousands? It's true or not." Another woman didn't believe it.

"Really, Mrs. Sun said it herself, it's real money!"

"I don't believe it. Mrs. Sun's words are like a big deal. Besides, Mr. Sun is very stingy. How can he be willing to spend hundreds of thousands of oceans to buy a painting? Do you still remember Mr. Sun's belt?"

Mrs. Liu and the three all laughed. Obviously, Mr. Sun's belt has an allusion, and it is quite famous in Shanghai.

"That's right, Mr. Sun is reluctant to buy even a leather belt, how can he be willing to spend so much money on a painting, but the painting looks really high-end, the sunflower is just like the real thing, it's very beautiful, it looks like some kind of cake painting Yes, this foreigner's name is really awkward, a good person is called cake, and it's not edible."

"Rice cake? This name is interesting, male or female?" Mrs. Liu asked with a smile.

Chu Qiao happened to go upstairs and almost laughed out loud. Van Gogh has passed away for so many years, and Mr. Van Gogh's sunflowers are displayed in foreign museums. How could there be genuine works.

The sunflower of Mrs. Sun is obviously a fake, hundreds of thousands are impossible.

"Ms. Liu, I haven't seen you for a few days. You look younger. Next time I go out with you, others will definitely call you my sister." Chu Qiao joked.

"Boss Chu makes fun of me, and I can be your mother." Mrs. Liu disliked it in her mouth, but she used it very much in her heart.

She also feels that her skin has improved a lot. Her husband has not stayed at home for more than half a year. He went home a few days ago and stayed at home for the first time for a few days. She also said that she is much younger and looks a bit like when she was a girl.

In those days, her husband reminisced about the past with her, squeezed a few mouse tears, and said that he would not forget the hardships she had endured with her. No matter what, Mrs. Liu must be her, and the family's property belonged to her and her son.

At that time, Mrs. Liu was still a little moved, but after a few days of reminiscence, the man went out to spend time and drink.

Men's words are not as reliable as ghosts, but Mrs. Liu is still very happy. At her age, she is no longer interested in love, so she tries to look in the mirror and feel comfortable.

Chu Qiao joked a few times and sat down to chat with Mrs. Liu and the others. Mrs. Liu introduced the other two wives, who were also in their circle, and they were not bad for money.

"Sisters want to buy Western paintings?" Chu Qiao asked.

"I want to buy it, but it's not good." Mrs. Liu said regretfully.

Western paintings are displayed at home, and they look foreign, and they can show off when guests come, but Shanghai is such a big city, and there are really no Western paintings. She doesn’t know any painters, and she doesn’t have any channels.

"Me too, I don't know Western painting, and this Western painting is too expensive. It's hundreds of thousands of dollars. I can't afford it." Another wife said.

"If you buy a painting for hundreds of thousands, the person in my family will definitely scold me to death. If it's about a few thousand dollars, it's good to have it at home."

"Take it down. The sunflowers from Mrs. Sun's family cost hundreds of thousands. She said that the cheapest ones cost tens of thousands, so there are no paintings of thousands of dollars."

"That's fine. You can't afford such an expensive painting."

Chu Qiao smiled and interjected: "I know a famous painter who came back from abroad. He is quite famous abroad and has been received by the French president."

"Has the president met? Is this painter very famous?" Mrs. Liu and the others immediately became interested.

Chu Qiao nodded, "He is indeed quite famous abroad, but not many people know him in China, because he has just returned from abroad, and foreigners will not let him go, he does not agree, saying that he must return to the motherland when he returns to his roots. embrace."

"This person is quite good, he never forgets his roots, what's his name?" Mrs. Liu asked with interest.

"Mei Jiuming is a professor at the Shanghai Academy of Fine Arts. He owns his own gallery. I went to see it a few days ago. The painting is really good. I heard that Mr. Mei has a painting, and someone from abroad bought it for 200,000 US dollars. , he didn't agree!" Chu Qiao doubled directly.

Mrs. Liu's eyes widened and their mouths opened wide. Although they didn't see Mei Jiuming, in their hearts, Mei Jiuming was at least ten meters tall.

"How much is two hundred thousand dollars?"

"Nearly two million, ah yo... This painting is worth more than gold."

The three of them are very envious. Their husbands have worked hard for half a year in business, and they only earn this amount of money. People just paint a picture and it is 2 million. It is too easy to make money~Chu Boss, where is this Master Mei's gallery? Are there paintings by him? "Ms. Liu asked.

Chu Qiao said the address of the gallery, "It hasn't opened recently. Mr. Mei runs this gallery mainly to provide a platform for students. His own paintings are not worrying about selling, the supply is in short supply, and the people who are looking for paintings will wait three years later. , but this Mr. Mei has a quirky temper, which makes him unhappy, and he will not paint no matter how much money is given."

"Those who are talented are arrogant." Mrs. Liu didn't think Mei Jiuming had a weird temper, but thought it was normal.

The other two wives did the same, thinking that Mei Jiuming was not weird and could not be a master.

Chu Qiao laughed secretly, and said, "Mr. Mei's gallery is for students. Those students are really talented, but they are not famous, so he asked the students to put their paintings in the gallery for sale. I saw those paintings, The paintings are really good, not worse than those famous artists, and they can be faked as real."

Mrs. Liu and the three exchanged glances, all thinking of the same thing.

They really can't afford it, but the fake ones can always afford it, right?