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

"Yes, that's the painting at Mrs. Sun's house, which cost hundreds of thousands of dollars!"

"How many sunflowers are there? Didn't Mrs. Sun say that the one in her house is the only one?"

"Then this is fake."

"But this fake one looks better than the real one."

A group of ladies crowded under the sunflower painting and talked about it. They all agreed that the one in the gallery was more beautiful than the one in Mrs. Sun’s home.

"That means the one in Mrs. Sun's house is fake." Someone said.

"Impossible. Mrs. Sun said she spent hundreds of thousands on it."

"Hey, some of what she said is true. She is not even willing to buy a belt worth more than a thousand yuan, but how can she be willing to spend hundreds of thousands of dollars on a painting?"

The ladies all laughed, with disdain in their eyes, and someone said, "Then this picture is real?"

"Really, in foreign museums, these are all fakes, but this copy is quite decent. The artist himself is quite high. The price of this painting is definitely not cheap."

It was Mrs. Liang who was speaking, and she really couldn't stand listening anymore. They were all bumpkins, and Mrs. Sun was even more contemptuous to her. She spent money carefully, wishing she could break a penny into eighteen parts, and even if she couldn't bear to spend money, just forget it. He also likes to pretend to be fat, and a fake painting worth a few hundred yuan is said to be an authentic painting worth hundreds of thousands.

Haha... They pretended to be fat and didn't do any research first. They made a picture of world-famous sunflowers to brag about. Both of them are just old haters.

The expressions of a group of ladies became sarcastic, and they argued for a long time. The sentiments were all fake and a waste of their saliva.

"Can this fake painting still be sold at a high price?" someone asked curiously.

Liang Tai rolled his eyes, "Of course, there are different grades of fakes. Some famous painters like to copy them to the point where they look like the real ones. Such fakes are naturally not cheap. The key depends on who is copying them. If you go to copy them, it costs a penny. None of them can be sold.”

The ladies burst into laughter, and the squeezed-out wife stepped aside angrily, greeting Mrs. Liang's eighteen generations of ancestors in her heart, huh, she is just a secret mistress who cannot be seen in the light, what is she doing?

"Xiao Chu, where is Master Mei? He's not here yet?" Mrs. Liu asked loudly.

"I'll go take a look, wait a minute!"

Chu Qiao was secretly amused. Mei Jiu Ming was so arrogant and arrogant because of his high airs. His attitude was so good that the ladies felt that the painter had no status.

Mei Jiuming has been in his studio, waiting for Chu Qiao to come over and call someone.

"Come out and pick up the guests."

Chu Qiao said something when she saw him. After saying that, she felt that something was wrong. She saw Mei Jiuming smiling helplessly. Only then did she react and said with a smile: "You think too much, get out quickly. I’m waiting to meet you, a great painter, so don’t forget the confession we prepared.”

Mei Jiuming was even more helpless, "You say this as if we are going to commit a crime."

"This is legal marketing, hurry up!"

Chu Qiao pushed, Mei Jiu Ming is the protagonist today.

Mei Jiuming was wearing a Chinese tunic suit today, his hair was combed and shiny, and he looked like a handsome young man from the Republic of China. He was just like the hero in the movie. He arrived late, and when he walked out, all the ladies were stunned. .

He couldn't bear to blink, and he stared straight ahead without moving his eyeballs.

They all secretly agreed with Chu Qiao's words. With such a good appearance and such divine demeanor, the French President would definitely receive him.

Mrs. Liang was also dumbfounded. She thought Chu Qiao was bragging, but she didn't expect that Chu Qiao was more conservative. This painter was more handsome than the movie stars in Hong Kong City, especially the melancholy look on his body. Her temperament really enchants her to death.

Mrs. Liu was the first to react. She stabbed the ladies around her hard and said loudly: "Is this Master Mei? I have admired his name for a long time and it is like thunder in my ears."

The other ladies also came to their senses and rushed to shake Mei Jiu Ming's hand. After shaking hands, they were reluctant to let go, just like a person who has been a vegetarian for a year and his eyes glowed green when he saw meat.

They all looked like wolves and tigers, and Liang was so happy because she was squeezed outside and couldn't even hold her hand.

Although Mei Jiuming had seen some things in the world, he was still frightened by the passion of these women. He whipped her several times but couldn't pull it out. She didn't know who was holding her tightly.

No, it must have been grabbed by several hands.

Mei Jiu Ming looked at Chu Qiao outside for help. He was not worried about whether the painting would be sold or not, but worried about his innocence.

Chu Qiao suppressed her laughter and pulled the ladies away, "Several sisters are here to buy paintings. Let Mr. Mei introduce these paintings to us. Sisters, just ask and buy if you like it. Mr. Mei will definitely give it to the sisters." Best price.”

"Yes, yes, Xiaomei, how much does this little girl cost?"

A lady looked at Mei Jiu Ming and pointed at the painting beside her. It was a girl wearing a pearl. It was a pretty good painting and was painted by Mei Jiu Ming's favorite student.

He smiled slightly and said: "This painting is called Girl with a Pearl Earring. It is a Dutch master..."

Mei Jiuming wanted to introduce the original painting as a sign of respect for the master, but the wives did not have the patience. They didn't care at all about the Dutch master or the Hebei master. They just wanted to hear the price.

"Xiaomei, just tell me, how much does this painting cost?"

"Yes, Xiaomei, please tell me the price. Needless to say the rest, we don't understand."

The ladies surrounded Mei Jiu Ming again, chattering like hundreds of ducks quacking. Chu Qiao twitched the corner of her mouth, feeling a little sympathetic to Mei Jiu Ming.

In fact, the reason why she chose Mei Jiu Ming to cooperate was because of his beauty. For such a handsome man, it would be a waste not to sell a little bit of his looks. Anyway, he is not selling his body. Beauty traps are also commonly used in marketing methods.

"Eight hundred yuan. Although this painting is a bit small, it is very time-consuming..."

Mei Jiu Ming was a little embarrassed. He and Chu Qiao had set the price together. The painting student thought it was good to sell it for 200 yuan, which would be enough for him to buy paint for several months.

"It must be time-consuming to look so good. Eight hundred is not expensive. Xiaomei, I have ordered this painting. It will be packed in a moment." A lady waved her fat hand and bought the painting in a condescending manner.

It's only 800 yuan, but she spends tens of thousands of dollars a month on clothes and jewelry.

Eight hundred yuan for a beautiful smile is a good deal.

Mei Jiu Ming's heart was beating a little fast. He originally thought Chu Qiao was coaxing him, but now he finally believed it.

What Chu Qiao said was all true. He and the students could make money, and the gallery no longer had to close.

God bless!

Buddha bless!

Amen!

"Xiaomei, how much does this sunflower cost?" Mrs. Liu wanted the sunflower, and then she invited Mrs. Sun to come to her home to admire it, and slapped the woman hard on the face.

Who let that stinky bitch say bad things about her outside, huh.

Mei Jiuming hesitated for a while and then said: "I copied this painting in my spare time and don't plan to sell it."

This is what Chu Qiao taught him, asking him to be a little more arrogant and never agree to sell at the beginning.