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

"As long as you are ready to draw, my friend can come at any time!" Chu Qiao said.

"Half a month."

Mei Jiu Ming said firmly. In fact, he planned to do it himself. The paintings he was unwilling to draw did not include copying, as long as they did not belong to his own name.

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

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

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

For example, Mrs. Liu and Mrs. Liang's circle really want to buy Western paintings, but currently there is no gallery specifically selling Western paintings in Shanghai. Mrs. Liu and the others don't want to go abroad to buy them, which is very distressing.

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

After leaving the gallery, Chu Qiao returned to the beauty shop and accidentally met Mrs. Liu and two other unknown women. They were doing skin care with Mrs. Liu and chatting by the way.

Taking the actual situation into consideration, Chu Qiao added a bed to the room. Most of the time, the ladies would come together, three or two of them, to chat by the way. It would be inconvenient to separate.

Dang Xiaojie personally served Mrs. Liu, while Mrs. Liu chatted with two best friends.

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

"I heard from Mrs. Sun that Mr. Sun got it back from a business trip in Hong Kong. It seems to have been painted by a great Western painter and cost hundreds of thousands of dollars." A woman said in an envious tone, exaggerating.

"Oh, a painting costs hundreds of thousands? Is it true?" Another woman didn't believe it.

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

"I don't believe it. Mrs. Sun talks like she's angry. Besides, Mr. Sun is so stingy that he's not willing to spend hundreds of thousands of dollars to buy a painting. Do you still remember Mr. Sun's belt?"

Mrs. Liu and the other three all laughed. Apparently Mr. Sun's belt had a history and was quite famous in Shanghai.

"That's right. Mr. Sun is reluctant to buy even a belt. How can he be willing to spend so much money on a painting? But the painting does look quite high-end. The sunflower is just like the real thing. It's so beautiful. It seems like some ordinary painting. Yeah, it’s really awkward for foreigners to have names like this. A good person is called cake, but it’s not something to eat.”

"Rice cake? That's an interesting name. Is it a boy or a girl?" Mrs. Liu asked with a smile.

Chu Qiao happened to go upstairs and almost laughed out loud. Van Gogh had passed away so many years ago, and Mr. Van Gogh's sunflowers were displayed in foreign museums. How could the original work be leaked out.

Mrs. Sun’s sunflower is obviously a fake, and it’s impossible to buy it for hundreds of thousands.

"Mrs. Liu, I haven't seen you for a few days, and you look even younger. Next time I go out with you, people will definitely say you are my sister." Chu Qiao joked.

"Boss Chu made fun of me, I could be your mother." Mrs. Liu said she was disgusted, but she felt very happy in her heart.

She also feels that her skin has improved a lot. Her husband hasn't spent the night 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. He also said that she looked much younger and looked a bit like a girl.

In those days, her husband recalled the past with her, squeezed a few mouse tears, and said that he would never forget the hardships she had endured by his side. No matter what, Mrs. Liu was definitely hers, and the family property belonged to her and her son.

At that time, Mrs. Liu was still a little touched, but she just thought about the bitterness and sweetness for a few days. The man went out to have fun again. It was said that he had found a young and beautiful secret, and he was so happy that he couldn't find her.

Men's words are less reliable than ghosts, but Mrs. Liu is still very happy. At her age now, she has no interest in love and love, so she just wants to look in the mirror and feel comfortable.

Chu Qiao joked a little and sat down to chat with Mrs. Liu and the others. Mrs. Liu introduced two other ladies who were also from their circle and were not short of money.

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

"I want to buy it, but there's nothing good." Mrs. Liu sounded regretful.

There was a Western painting displayed at home, which looked foreign, and she could show it off when guests came. However, Shanghai was such a big city, and there really wasn't anyone selling Western paintings. She didn't know the painter, and she had no channels.

"Me too, I don't understand Western paintings, and these Western paintings are too expensive, costing hundreds of thousands, so I can't afford them." Another wife said.

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

"Put it down. The sunflowers in Mrs. Sun's house cost hundreds of thousands. She said the cheapest ones cost tens of thousands. There are no paintings worth several thousand dollars."

"Forget it, I can't afford such an expensive painting."

Chu Qiao smiled and interjected: "I know a famous painter who came back from studying abroad. He is quite famous abroad and was even received by the President of France."

"Have you ever met the president? Is this painter 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 just came back from abroad, and the foreigners refused to let him go. He did not agree, saying that when Ye Luo returns to his roots, he must return to his motherland. embrace."

"This guy is quite nice. He never forgets his roots. What is his name?" Mrs. Liu asked with interest.

"Mei Jiuming is a professor at the Shanghai Academy of Fine Arts. He opened his own gallery. I went to see it a few days ago. The paintings are really good. I heard that Mr. Mei had a painting that someone abroad bought for two hundred thousand dollars. , He didn’t even agree!" Chu Qiao doubled.

Mrs. Liu and the others' eyes widened and their mouths opened wide. Although they did not see Mei Jiu Ming, in their hearts, Mei Jiu Ming was at least ten meters tall.

"How much is two hundred thousand dollars?"

"Nearly two million, oh...this painting is worth more than gold."

The three of them were extremely envious. Their husbands had been working hard for half a year in business and could only earn this little money. A random painting would cost two million. It was so easy to make money.

"Boss Chu, where is Master Mei's gallery? Are all his paintings in it?" Mrs. Liu asked.

Chu Qiao told the address of the gallery, "It has not opened recently. Mr. Mei runs this gallery mainly to provide a platform for students. He has no worries about selling his own paintings. The supply exceeds the demand. People who ask for paintings have been waiting for three years." , but this Mr. Mei has a weird temper, and if he gets upset, he won’t paint no matter how much money I give him.”

"Talented people are arrogant." Mrs. Liu didn't think Mei Jiuming's temper was weird, but thought it was normal.

The other two wives are the same. They feel that if Mei Jiu Ming is not weird, he will not be a master.

Chu Qiao was secretly amused, and then said: "Mr. Mei's gallery serves students. Those students have real talents, but they are not famous, so he asked the students to sell their paintings in the gallery. I saw those paintings, The paintings are really good, no worse than those of famous artists, and they can even look real.”

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

If they really can't afford it, they can always afford it if they're fake, right?