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

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

"Then this is fake."

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

A group of wives huddled under the sunflower painting and talked a lot, and they all agreed that the painting in the gallery was better than the one in Mrs. Sun's house.

"That is Mrs. Sun's family is fake." Someone said.

"Impossible, Mrs. Sun said it cost hundreds of thousands to buy it."

"Hey, some of what she said is true. She is not willing to buy a belt for more than 1,000 yuan. Would you be willing to spend hundreds of thousands of dollars for a painting?"

Several wives laughed and looked contemptuous, and someone said, "Then this picture is real?"

"It's really in a foreign museum, these are all fakes, but this copy is quite decent, and the artist's level is quite high, and the price of this painting is definitely not cheap."

It was Mrs. Liang who was talking. I couldn't listen anymore. Everyone was a bum, and Mrs. Sun was even more disdainful of her. She spent her money carefully. He also likes to slap swollen faces and make a fat man. A fake painting of several hundred yuan is stunned to be said to be hundreds of thousands of genuine works.

Heh... The fat man didn't investigate first, he made a world-famous sunflower to brag, and the couple are both old hats.

The expressions of a group of wives became embarrassed.

"Can this fake painting still sell for a price?" Someone asked curiously.

Liang Tai rolled his eyes, "Of course, fakes are also divided into grades. Some famous painters like to copy, to the extent that they are fakes. Such fakes are naturally not cheap. The key depends on who is copying. Can't sell it."

The wives burst into laughter, and the run-on wife backed away angrily, greeting the eighteenth-generation ancestor of Mrs. Liang in her heart, huh, she's just a shameless underground mistress, what the hell!

"Little Chu, what about Master Mei? Hasn't arrived yet?" Mrs. Liu asked loudly.

"I'll take a look, just wait!"

Chu Qiao laughed secretly, Mei Jiuming put on a stand, that's what he wanted, he was arrogant and arrogant, and his attitude was too good, but it would make the wives feel that the painter had no identity.

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

"Come out to pick up the guests."

Chu Qiao said something when she saw him, but she felt something was wrong when she finished speaking, she saw Mei Jiuming smiled helplessly, she then reacted and said with a smile: "You think too much, go out, all Waiting to see you, a great painter, don't forget our prepared confession."

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

"We are legal marketing, hurry up!"

Chu Qiao pushed, and today Mei Jiuming is the protagonist.

Mei Jiuming is wearing a tunic today, his hair is shiny, and he looks like a handsome boy in the Republic of China. He is like the male protagonist in the movie. .

The eyes were reluctant to blink, the eyeballs did not move, and looked straight.

Everyone secretly agreed with Chu Qiao's words, this good appearance, coupled with this fairy demeanor, the French president will definitely meet.

Mrs. Liang was also dumbfounded. She thought that Chu Qiao was bragging, but she didn't expect Chu Qiao to be more conservative. This painter is more handsome than the movie stars in Hong Kong City, especially the melancholy one. Temperament, really want to fascinate her.

Mrs. Liu was the first to react, stabbed the wives beside her, and said loudly, "This is Master Mei, right? I've admired the name for a long time, like thunder."

The other wives also regained their senses, and scrambled to shake hands with Mei Jiuming. After shaking hands, they were reluctant to let go, just like people who had been vegetarian for a year, their eyes glowed green when they saw the meat.

All of them were like wolves and tigers, and Liang was so angry because she was squeezed outside and didn't even shake her hand.

Although Mei Jiuming had seen some things in the world, he was still frightened by the enthusiasm of these women.

No, it must have been grabbed by several hands.

Mei Jiuming looked at Chu Qiao outside for help. Now he is not worried about whether the painting will be sold or not, but is worried about his innocence.

Chu Qiao resisted laughing and pulled away the ladies, "Several sisters are here to buy paintings, let Mr. Mei introduce these paintings to us, sisters just ask, buy if you like, Mr. Mei will definitely give them to the sisters Best price."

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

A wife looked at Mei Jiuming and pointed at the painting beside her. It was a girl with a pearl, and the painting was pretty good. It was painted by Mei Jiuming's proud student.

He smiled slightly and said, "This painting is called Girl with a Pearl Earring, it's a Dutch master..."

Mei Jiuming wanted to introduce the original painting, which is respect for the master, but the wives didn't have the patience. They didn't care about the Dutch master or the Hebei master at all, they just wanted to hear the price.

"Xiaomei, just say it, how much is this painting?"

"Yes, Xiaomei, you said the price is good. Needless to say, we don't understand anything else."

The wives surrounded Mei Jiuming again, chattering as if there were hundreds of ducks quacking, Chu Qiao twitched the corners of her mouth, a little sympathetic to Mei Jiuming.

In fact, the reason why she chose Mei Jiuming to cooperate is because of his beauty. For such a handsome man, it would be too wasteful not to sell a little color. Anyway, it is not to sell his body. In marketing methods, beauty tricks are also commonly used.

"Eight hundred yuan, although this painting is a bit small, it takes a lot of time..."

Mei Jiuming was a little embarrassed. He and Chu Qiao ordered the price together. The painting students thought it would be good to sell them for 200 yuan, which was enough for him for several months of paint.

"It must be time-consuming to look so beautiful. Eight hundred is not expensive, Xiaomei, I ordered this painting, and I will wrap it up in a while." A lady waved her fat hand and bought the painting in a dignified manner.

It's only 800 yuan, and she spends tens of thousands of dollars a month to buy clothes and jewelry~www.mtlnovel.com~800 yuan Bomei smiles, it's a good deal.

Mei Jiuming's heart beat a little faster. He originally thought that Chu Qiao was coaxing him, but now he finally believed it.

Everything Chu Qiao said is true. He and the students can make money, and the gallery does not need to close.

God bless!

Buddha bless!

Amen!

"Xiaomei, how much does this sunflower cost?" Mrs. Liu wanted that sunflower, and then invited Mrs. Sun to come to the house to admire it, and slapped the woman in the face.

Who let that stinky mother-in-law speak ill of her outside, hum.

Mei Jiuming hesitated for a while before saying, "I copied this painting for fun in my spare time, and I don't plan to sell it."

This is also what Chu Qiao taught him, let him hold a little air, and he must not agree to sell it at first.

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