The next day, when Qiu Ming "passed" by the welfare home, he saw that there were many workers at the entrance of the welfare home, repairing the house. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Qiu Ming is very satisfied, at least the dean is definitely not completely greedy~ ink those things, as for how much was spent on the orphanage in the end, just come back and find out.

On the way home, while waiting for the traffic light, a middle-aged woman walked quickly, and a leaflet was stuffed into the crack of the window. Qiu Ming lowered the window of the car and took the flyer in, intending to throw it away when he went home.

He just glanced at it casually, and the whole person was stunned. A flyer for a gallery with an exhibition of paintings tomorrow on the theme of the 12 zodiac signs. It's nothing, it's just a gimmick, and it's too easy to get together a drawing of twelve animals.

But why does the Chinese painting of the white tiger look a little familiar? Qiu Ming thought about it, as if he had painted it in the hotel that day, and left it there casually.

Qiu Ming was actually a little happy that his works could be exhibited, but the payment did not have Qiu Ming's name, but was stamped with someone else's seal, which made Qiu Ming very unhappy.

What do you mean, impostor? Take my paintings and give you popularity?

Qiu Ming decided to go to the art exhibition to have a look, it would be good to say that this painting could be returned, if the gallery didn't give it, then don't blame him for using some unconventional means to get it back!

At eight o'clock in the morning the next day, Qiu Ming went downstairs to eat and drove to the place where the exhibition was held. The place of the exhibition is a bit remote, but it is also in Jiangbei, which is close to Qiu Ming.

More than half an hour later, Qiu Ming arrived near the exhibition venue, found a place to park the car, and Qiu Ming took the leaflet to buy tickets. If it was before, let alone buying tickets to see the art exhibition, Qiu Ming wouldn't be able to appreciate it if he didn't want money.

At nine o'clock, Qiu Ming lined up to go in, and there were not many people, but after entering, Qiu Ming found that the venue was really very large, and there were many people inside, some of whom were dressed like big money, and it was obvious that they were not buying tickets to come in, or that these people were the people that the exhibition party really wanted to invite.

A painting can range from a few thousand yuan to hundreds of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands, where can ordinary people be willing to consume. It's good for ordinary people to hang a handicraft painting, but they have to be aimed at those who are rich and like to be considered "artistic".

Many of the people who bought the tickets were college students, studying art, or who liked or even were curious, and of course, these people didn't buy them, they just looked at them.

Qiu Mingna was dressed up and was also considered by many to be a poor student who came to visit and study, so he didn't attract anyone's attention at all.

The interior of the site is divided into twelve sections, each of which displays a painting of an animal. Qiu Ming didn't look at anything else, and ran directly to the tiger's exhibition area.

There are already a lot of people in this piece, most of them, concentrated in front of a painting. This painting is the tiger painted by Qiu Ming.

On the leaflet, Qiu Ming couldn't see the seal clearly, but this time he got closer, and he found that there were four big characters on it: "The Seal of the Cold Mountain".

"Eh, this is Mr. Hanshan's new work? Isn't Mr. Hanshan good at landscapes, when did this animal draw so well? Look at this tiger, a momentum of a tiger coming down the mountain is coming! ”

"What you are talking about, who is Mr. Hanshan, one of the masters of Chinese painting, others are good at landscapes, and they can't paint tigers if they don't say it. It is precisely because of the small number of paintings that such a masterpiece is produced. ”

"With this painting, Mr. Hanshan's status can be improved a little, maybe the next time the Calligraphy and Painting Association elects ~, Mr. Hanshan will be able to become the president."

"Who wouldn't say yes, this painting, I think it's very good, I bought it."

"Wait, you bought it, I saw this painting first, of course it was sold to me."

Several people are competing for this painting, Mr. Hanshan rarely paints animals, not only is the painting a fine product, but also because it is less, so the value will be greatly improved, enough to be auctioned, and it has to be one of the finale paintings!

Qiu Ming was a little surprised, he also felt that the painting he painted was very good, but he didn't expect it to cause a scramble. He has never touched any works of art at all, but he thinks that there are a lot of wronged people who like it, it seems that these people are wronged, right?

But this is his painting, no matter how much it is worth, it is his, and he did not sell it. He turned around and walked to the side door, which led to the office of the exhibition staff, where many people would buy the paintings directly from the exhibitors, and he would go and tell the staff that the paintings were his.

In the monitoring room of the art exhibition, Zhang Baichuan sat on a chair, and this exhibition made this zodiac theme really good, and many people who received invitations came.

Zhang Baichuan also has a few paintings hanging in his own home, but he just keeps them for appreciation, and in fact he doesn't appreciate these so-called works of art very much.

The art of the prosperous times, the gold of the troubled times. Now is the prosperous age, especially in China, the economy is developing rapidly, so more and more people are buying art, and the hype is naturally becoming more and more, such as the magic capital, Beijing, Yangcheng and other big cities, almost every month there are new galleries open, which shows the prosperity of this industry.

He was a businessman, and all he had to do was stir up some paintings and even painters. The vast majority of those who buy art have little appreciation, and only measure the price by fame.

For example, this time the gallery got a picture of a tiger descending from the mountain, but it was not paid, although the painting skills are top-notch, but it may not be able to sell for the highest price.

So the gallery was appreciative of the industry's leading figures, and stamped it, saying that it was a painting approved by Mr. Hanshan, which greatly enhanced its value.

Originally, it could only be regarded as a high-quality painting, but now, it can become the leading painting of this art exhibition!

Look at how many people are gathered in front of this painting now, but they think he will sell it? Even if it is sold, it is not sold directly at this exhibition, but kept and sent to the auction house. This art exhibition will first fry up the fame. Then the value of the painting can be increased by a few more notches, at least by one zero.

There was a sudden noise outside the door, Zhang Baichuan was frowning, what is this Xiao Liu doing, how can there be chaos at the art exhibition?

But he also wants to see who is doing things at his gallery exhibition, is this not giving him Zhang Baichuan's face!

Qiu Ming pointed to the picture of the tiger descending the mountain in the brochure: "I painted this painting, the seal on it is not mine, and I have never sold this painting." You can sell it, you can make your gallery popular, but the money from selling the paintings must be donated. ”

Liu Guochao, the person in charge of the gallery, couldn't help but laugh and cry: "Where did you get sponsorship?" Do you believe these words yourself? Thinking that you are soliciting sponsorship for welfare, I don't embarrass you, you go. ”

"Wait a minute, you said the painting was yours, how do you prove it?" Behind Liu Guochao, a voice full of majesty came.