"Boss. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info "Liu Guochao quickly stood up and was very respectful.

Qiu Ming looked over, a man about fifty years old, this is the boss of the organizer? The eyebrows and eyes seem to look a little familiar, but it is possible that they passed by somewhere and glanced at them.

"How do you want me to prove it?" Qiu Ming asked rhetorically. There is no signature on this painting, and he left the painting in the hotel, and he didn't know any of them.

Zhang Baichuan looked at Qiu Ming carefully, he was really this kid. Is this painting really this kid, or is this kid? But it's simple, just give it a try.

"You said that you painted this painting, it's very simple, just paint one on the spot, how about it, dare you?"

"Draw this?" Qiu Ming pointed to the picture of the tiger descending the mountain in the brochure.

"Of course." Draw something else, how do you compare? As soon as he waved his hand, Liu Guochao immediately asked people to get pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Liu Guochao also doesn't believe that such a good painting must be from the hands of a master, without thirty or forty years, it is impossible to paint so well, this kid dares to brag in front of the boss, the boss is not so easy to play!

Several people gathered around to watch, many with some sympathy in their eyes. They also knew what happened just now, and they thought that Qiu Ming was why the welfare organization was fighting for donations. But you can raise donations, you can't impostor, you can't get off the stage now, right?

Qiu Ming took a look, and the brush he used last time was not No. 1, but it didn't matter, he still dipped himself in ink and quickly put down the pen. A minute later, Qiu Ming put down the brush and took a closer look, as if he had played a little better than the last time.

Liu Guochao looked at the painting on the table and his eyes widened, this is impossible!

One minute, how can it be drawn in one minute?! It's not that he hasn't seen some painters who draw fast, but they are all pencil sketches, this is a Chinese painting! And the kid only dipped it in ink three times, and he finished the painting, as if in his eyes this painting was better than the one he exhibited!

Zhang Baichuan's fingers that were turning his hand string also stopped, he saw Qiu Ming painting with his own eyes, and it was completed so quickly, at least in the eyes of a layman, this painting is very good!

Liu Guochao found two masters of Chinese painting and wanted them to comment, including Qian Hongfeng, the eldest disciple of Mr. Hanshan.

"Huh? Boss Liu, you're not kind. Last time my teacher asked you for a painting by this master, you said there was only one. What's on this table, it's clearly the master's painting, look at this method, don't try to fool me. I didn't say it, I want this painting, you can make a price, just give it to the teacher as a birthday gift next month. ”

Liu Guochao stopped Qian Hongfeng: "Teacher Qian, take a closer look, are you sure you are right?" ”

"How could I be wrong, these eyes, I am not inferior to the teacher." Qian Hongfeng's face was displeased, if it weren't for the surgery on his right hand and the brush was not very stable, he might not be able to surpass the teacher. What he's exercising now is his eyesight, and he's actually blue in this regard.

"Mr. Qian, you also know that this painting is definitely going to be auctioned, and many people have come to ask for the price, so it really can't be sold directly. In this way, I will definitely inform you when the auction is held. ”

Liu Guochao personally sent Qian Hongfeng out, and another master of Chinese painting wanted to reach out and touch it, but Liu Guochao quickly stopped him. The ink hasn't dried yet, and if you wipe it with your hands, won't this painting be ruined!

"Old Qian, don't you think, this painting seems to be newly painted, no, it looks like it was just painted."

Qian Hongfeng stopped, as if he really felt this way, and he also saw brushes and ink in the office, but those people in the office just now, didn't they see anyone who looked like painters?

Qiu Ming looked at Zhang Baichuan: "Can you prove it now?" I didn't sell that painting, you got it, it was stamped with someone else's stamp, this is absolutely not good! ”

Liu Guochao said at this time: "This gentleman, have you misunderstood something, that seal is a seal for appreciation, not that this painting was painted by him." ”

Yes? Not an impostor? Qiu Ming was a little embarrassed, he didn't understand these at all, and made jokes.

"That's the top master of Chinese painting in China, his seal is on it, and this painting will be recognized by many people, not that you don't paint well, but if you don't pay for it, no one will recognize it."

"Sir, where did you learn to draw? Are there any galleries that we work with? Why don't you sign a contract with us, we promise to push you, and we will be able to let you hold a solo exhibition in Beijing or the magic capital this summer, and you can send your work to a top auction house like Sotheby's! ”

Liu Guochao looked at Qiu Ming, as if he had seen a sparkling beckoning cat. Such artists, even if they only take five percent of the transaction price, they can make a lot of money.

Qiu Ming just wanted to refuse, but Zhang Baichuan spoke first: "Lao Liu, go and ask someone to estimate the price of that painting, and then write a check to Mr. Qiu." ”

Qiu Ming waved his hand: "No, I believe you." Please sell this painting and donate it to some people in need, and you should deduct your own commission. Nothing more, farewell. ”

Liu Guochao still wanted to stop Qiu Ming, Zhang Baichuan glanced at it, and Liu Guochao stopped. After the others left, Liu Guochao looked remorseful: "Boss, why did you let him go, this is the top master level of Chinese painting, he can bring earth-shaking changes to our gallery." ”

Galleries not only make money by selling paintings, but also get the resources of customers who buy paintings, and can sell them other high-end products, and the gallery is nothing more than a medium.

"Don't let people go to him, this person, you will not see him in the future. Tell everyone that no one is allowed to spread today's events, that's what I said! ”

Zhang Baichuan is becoming more and more interested in this Qiu Ming, so young, so talented, and kung fu, he doesn't value money, his personality is a little free and easy, and he is a good match for his daughter.

What satisfies him the most is that the other party's parents are dead, how suitable it is to recruit as a door-to-door son-in-law!

It's just that in the past few days, he found that it seems that his daughter has not contacted this kid, and he has not seen this kid contact with his daughter, is he mistaken?

No matter how suitable this kid is, if the daughter doesn't like it, it's useless. His Zhang Baichuan's daughter, liking is the most important thing, and as long as the others are not disabled and their character is not bad, he can accept it.

Qiu Ming looked at the boss's bearing and felt that this person would not lie to him. Of course, he will come to see it later, and if he really lied to him, he will not be polite.

When he went out to leave and got into the car, Qiu Ming was stunned for a moment. The boss just now knew that his surname was Qiu? He doesn't seem to have introduced himself, right?

At first glance, he felt that this boss seemed to be a little familiar, but now that he tried to think about it, he still couldn't remember, where had he seen this person? Why did you know that his surname was Qiu?