80s: Daughter-in-law Is Sweet and Sassy (My 80's Wife Is Sweet And Cool)

"Don't worry, the bathroom is over there on the left." Mei Jiuming's voice was still so pleasant, unhurried and unhurried, with a smile on his face, which made Manager Sun feel better. He felt that this master was really good and had no airs.

Unlike that Master Liu, his eyes were raised to the sky.

Manager Sun took his daughter to the bathroom and came out after a while. He probably scolded her a lot in the bathroom. The little girl looked a little aggrieved and her mouth was flat.

"Have you decided who to draw?" Mei Jiuming asked.

Manager Sun said silently: "Papa Hua."

He also said several times that he thought it would be easy to draw himself because he had done it at home before and his daughter was familiar with it, so it would be no problem. But the little girl didn't look at her father at all. The little girl felt that her father had such an old face and wrinkles. She was tired of drawing, it was very boring.

"I want to draw a beautiful aunt."

The little girl pointed at Chu Qiao and said, Manager Sun's face suddenly collapsed and he was holding back his anger. If he is not selected by the master today, go back and see if he doesn't slap this damn girl's ass.

"Okay, let's draw!" Mei Jiuming was very talkative and had a very good temper.

The little girl was no longer so nervous, so she sat down quietly, looked at Chu Qiao for a while, and then started painting.

No one said anything, the room was very quiet, and the little girl was not disturbed. Chu Qiao was still looking forward to seeing what the little girl would paint her like.

Half an hour has passed, and the little girl has not yet finished painting. Her movements are a bit slow and the details have not been drawn. Manager Sun's heart is getting heavier and heavier, and he is worried that the master will not look down on her.

"Let me take a look."

Mei Jiuming went to see the little girl's painting, and the corner of his mouth twitched. Chen Wei told him that the child had no qualifications, but his family background was very good. The most important thing was that the client was the young lady of the Gu family, a local gangster in Shanghai.

That's why he agreed. Otherwise, who would have the time to teach a mediocre child? Even if he is a genius, he doesn't want to give guidance. It's a waste of time.

"Very good. He has some understanding, but his skills... are a bit poor. This kid hasn't received any formal training, has he?"

Mei Jiuming looked like a master and made some comments. Manager Sun was convinced and felt that the master was of high skill and could see the crux of his daughter's problem at a glance.

"Yes, I only learned in training classes before and couldn't find a famous teacher to give me guidance, which delayed my child. Mr. Mei, is it too late for my child to start learning now?" Manager Sun blamed himself.

Mei Jiu Ming smiled and said, "It's not too late. Ling Qianjin is seven years old, right? It's just right. I was fifteen when I really started to learn painting."

Manager Sun was overjoyed. His daughter was eight years younger than the master. It was indeed not too late.

Then I heard Mei Jiu Ming say: "I can accept advice from Ling Qianjin, but I have many things to do, so I just want to accept a disciple. I'm afraid of delaying Ling Qianjin. If there is a good opportunity in the future, I will recommend Ling Qianjin to another master." You can learn from me for the time being, but I have to say something bad. Learning to paint depends first on talent and secondly on luck. Many talented painters may not necessarily become famous. I cannot guarantee that a daughter will become famous. It all depends on everyone’s destiny! "

The ugly things must be said first. With such a talent, unless you are the president's daughter, you will never be famous in your life. Mei Jiu Ming does not want to accept such an apprentice and ruin his reputation.

Manager Sun couldn't help but nod, "Master is right. Master leads us in. Cultivation depends on the individual. This depends on herself."

"That's it. I have a lot of things to do, so I'll give you advice three times a month. If you have time, you can give me advice a few more times. I wonder when your daughter will be free?" Mei Jiuming asked.

Manager Sun was so flattered that he could no longer think. Is he accepting this?

Will his daughter be Master Ouyang’s disciple from now on?

"You are free anytime, it depends on the master's time." Manager Sun said hurriedly.

Mei Jiuming smiled and set a time. He would be at the gallery every weekend and asked Manager Sun to bring his daughter over at 2:30 in the afternoon.

"Okay, I will be there on time, Master Mei. This is the final training for this year."

Manager Sun took out a red envelope from his pocket, which contained three thousand yuan that he had prepared. Before coming, he had asked Gu Ye how many bundles he should prepare for repair. Gu Ye said three thousand yuan, which was not a low price, but it was also It’s not high, and it’s within the range that Manager Sun can bear.

Mei Jiu Ming didn't even look at the red envelope, he put it on the table casually, and said with a smile: "I'm a bit strict. If your daughter Ling is made to cry by me, Mr. Sun, don't mind."

"Only a strict teacher can produce a good disciple. You must be stricter and don't be polite. Hit me when I need to, and scold me when I need to scold!"

Manager Sun wishes Mei Jiu was strict. How can he become a talent if he is not strict?

The fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold, and the sharp edge of the sword is sharpened. Those masters who became famous were beaten before they became famous. Manager Sun understands these truths. He will not feel sorry for his daughter and must not be soft-hearted.

After chatting for a while, Chen Wei said goodbye, and Mei Jiuming saw them off at the entrance of the gallery.

Gu Ye and Manager Sun had something to say, but Chu Qiao ignored him. She accompanied Chen Wei to the Siye Cafe because she saw that Chen Wei had something to say to her.

"Now you can tell me, does Mei Jiuming have financial problems?" Chu Qiao asked with a smile.

Chen Wei was stunned for a moment, her eyes were surprised. She didn't expect Chu Qiao to see it herself, and she didn't hide it. She nodded, "Yes, his gallery has suffered serious losses, and he owes half a year's rent."

"What does this have to do with his recruitment of disciples? Although Mr. Sun has good conditions, he has nothing to do with the calligraphy and painting circle and can't help Mr. Mei." Chu Qiao didn't understand even more.

She could tell something was wrong as soon as she entered the gallery. Today was the weekend, and this kind of private gallery was deserted, with not a single ghost. Obviously business was very poor, and there were no staff in the gallery. Mei Jiuming poured the tea herself. Yes, let’s not say that the artist has a weird temper and likes to do things by himself.

It's okay to deceive Manager Sun with this kind of words, but not Chu Qiao. In her previous life, she also came into contact with some artists. Even if they are not famous, they can put on a lot of airs. After all, artists are also cannibals. Those shortcomings of human beings, they There are all of them, and even worse.

Chen Wei took a sip of coffee and said: "Mei Jiuming has no interest in Mr. Sun. He just wants to get to know a virtuous couple. Otherwise, with his lazy personality, even if Miss Sun is a genius, he will not agree."

Chu Qiao looked stunned. Do you know her and Gu Ye?

"We have no friendship with the calligraphy and painting circles either. Mr. Mei will be disappointed."

Chen Wei shook her head and smiled: "To be precise, I want to get to know Miss Lin Baiwei through you."

"He wants to pursue Bai Wei?"

Chu Qiao blurted out, and her first reaction was that a gentleman is jealous.

Chen Wei laughed dumbly, "Of course not. Mei Jiu Ming is self-aware and will not hit the wall rashly. Miss Lin's family background is too high for ordinary men to catch her eye. Mei Jiu Ming just wants Miss Lin to introduce him and Ian I know Mr. Ian, you should know Mr. Ian.”