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

"It turns out it was you, Xiaomei, who painted it. No wonder it's so beautiful. It's as beautiful as you." A lady said with a smile and glanced at Mei Jiuming.

Mei Jiuming was excited, and his back felt a little cold. He had never seen this scene before, how should he deal with it?

Chu Qiao's voice rang in her ears, "Don't be afraid. Those women definitely want to sleep with you, but the body belongs to you. If you don't agree, those people can't force you. You can be a little flexible and use your strength appropriately." Beauty can not only offend those wives, but also allow them to spend money to buy paintings. Don’t feel ashamed. There is nothing shameful about making money. It’s not selling your body, it’s just selling your smile, so what are you afraid of!”

When Chu Qiao said this, Mei Jiuming couldn't accept it. He felt humiliated.

He is a dignified associate professor, returned from studying abroad, and is a famous painter with some reputation, but he has to rely on his jokes to attract customers?

What a shame!

But there is some truth in what Chu Qiao said, and he even compared it to ancient heroes.

"In order to survive, Gou Jian even ate shit, and Han Xin even drilled his crotch. Would anyone laugh at them? They just asked you to flatter people with a smile. When you become famous and become a great painter, you won't need to flatter people anymore. There are many People come to curry favor with you.”

Mei Jiu Ming's mind was full of Chu Qiao's words, and he gradually calmed down. He wanted to get ahead, become famous, and then tell the story of his mentor to people all over the world.

Let people all over the world know what an amazing and kind man his mentor is. .

It's no big deal to be funny, it's all about money.

Mei Jiuming turned sideways slightly, avoiding one of the ladies' hands, and smiled. The ladies almost lost their souls. This painter was much prettier than the pretty boy they kept. This melancholy was Her pitiful temperament made them want to show her love and affection.

"Xiaomei, now that this painting is on display, let's sell it to my sister. You set a price." The wife who bought the Pearl Girl before squeezed forward again, almost touching Mei Jiu Ming.

Mei Jiuming stepped back and declined. Chu Qiao said that she couldn't agree too readily.

Chu Qiao had been observing secretly, and when he saw that the heat was almost done, he winked at Mei Jiu Ming, indicating that he could make an offer.

Mei Jiuming breathed a sigh of relief. He could hardly hold on any longer. His back was against the wall and he had no way to retreat. A woman was still touching his hand, which made his skin crawl.

"Since the ladies are so sincere, let's sell it. But can you give in? I can't breathe." Mei Jiuming smiled pitifully.

The ladies immediately dispersed, and they were upset that they had pushed people too hard. It was so sad to see how pitiful they were.

Mei Jiuming hurriedly walked out, staying far away, and said the price: "This painting is just a copy, and you are Chu Qiao's friends. I don't offer too high a price, maybe 30,000 yuan, it's too cheap." It will ruin my reputation and people in the industry will laugh at me."

Thirty thousand yuan was the price that Chu Qiao and he had discussed together. It was not cheap, but it was not high either. Mrs. Liu and the others would definitely accept it.

The ladies were silent. They still thought it was expensive. A painting cost 30,000 yuan. It was still a fake. It was too expensive.

Mrs. Liu also hesitated. She would definitely buy it for 10,000 yuan, but she thought 30,000 yuan was too expensive and not worth it.

But this painting is really beautiful. She likes it so much. It will definitely look beautiful hanging at home.

Mei Jiu Ming felt cold. When he looked at Chu Qiao, he knew that the price was set too high. He originally ordered 10,000 yuan, but Chu Qiao said it needed 30,000 yuan to build a reputation for him.

Chu Qiao shook her head slightly, telling him to calm down.

"Thirty thousand dollars is not expensive. I heard that Mr. Mei's paintings are sold for two hundred thousand dollars in Europe. The price of thirty thousand dollars is half sold and half given away. It's all for Boss Chu's sake. I want this painting. Come on, Master Mei, wrap it up for me."

Mrs. Liang came over, smiled sweetly at Mei Jiu Ming, took out a note from her bag, and handed it over with her delicate jade fingers coated with kodan, "Mr. Mei, please send someone to deliver it to my home. Hand over the painting and pay for it.”

"OK."

Mei Jiu Ming stretched out his hand to take the note. His palm was numb. Mrs. Liang scratched his palm and gave him a wink. He was so frightened that he quickly retracted his hand. His heart was beating so fast that it was about to burst out. .

Mrs. Liang smiled sweetly again, looked at Mei Jiuming meaningfully, and said sweetly: "It would be great if Mr. Mei sent it here in person. I have some painting matters that I would like to ask Mr. Mei for advice."

Mei Jiu Ming subconsciously raised his head. When talking to someone, it is basic courtesy to look into the other person's eyes. But as soon as he looked into the eyes of Mrs. Liang, he was so frightened that he lowered his head again and did not dare to raise it again.

Mrs. Liang looked at him as if she wanted to eat someone. It was so scary.

In fact, Mei Jiu Ming was not unfamiliar with this kind of look. When he was studying abroad, many ladies looked at him with this look, and it was even more explicit, and they directly stated their intentions.

As long as he agrees, he can successfully hold art exhibitions and enter the circle of dignitaries. Success and fame are not unattainable, but Mei Jiu Ming is not willing to become famous in this way.

He can't get over the hurdle in his heart. Even if he becomes famous, he won't be happy.

So, he refused them all.

Then, he couldn't survive abroad. Those noble ladies hated him out of love and ran against him everywhere. But he had no choice but to return to his country, thinking that his compatriots at home should be more friendly.

But the reality is cruel, and the domestic environment makes him even more helpless. He is not adapted to the school's physical structure, and he has to be careful about what he says. His words are just unintentional, but when they reach the ears of the leaders, they have another meaning.

Once, an old professor in the office asked him what was the difference between the calligraphy and painting environment abroad and that in China.

Mei Jiu Ming told the truth that he felt that the environment abroad was more free, while the environment at home was more rigid.

At that time, he had just returned to China, and he didn't know that the school was a small arena with unpredictable people. After he finished speaking, the old professor who asked him smiled, and his smile was intriguing, so he didn't think much about it.

After that, the school leader, who had always been polite to him, changed his face and asked him to go to the office to talk. He said a lot of things that he didn't understand, such as that since he returned to China, he should be down to earth, don't look at Shu in the distance, and he was in Cao Ying. If your heart is in the Han Dynasty, don’t forget the motherland’s nurturing grace, and don’t worship foreigners...

Mei Jiu Ming was confused and Zhang Er was confused.

Only later did he understand that what he said that day was what he said that day, and someone with an intention reached the ears of the leader, "Mei Jiuming said that our school is rigid and not as good as foreign countries. He also said that the leader has improper management and limited abilities..."

After hearing such words, the leader naturally had a strong opinion of Mei Jiu Ming. Fortunately, Mei Jiu Ming was a returnee from overseas and had high gold content. No matter how dissatisfied the leader was, he would not dare to fire him, but he gave Mei Jiu Ming a lot of shoes to wear.

From then on, Mei Jiuming no longer dared to talk nonsense. He remained silent on any topic about the school, school leaders, and colleagues, and did not express a single word of opinion.

If he can't afford to offend him, he can only hide.