After getting Mrs. Letta's message from the secretary, Fang Lang changed into civilian clothes and went directly to the Redwood Gallery on Rio de Janeiro's White River Street.

After wandering around the gallery like a tourist, I found that most of the paintings in this gallery were mainly oil paintings.

As for the quality of the paintings, Fang Lang can only distinguish between what can be understood and what cannot be understood.

As a gallery, it is actually a place to sell paintings, and of course there will be people who come out to receive them.

It's just that the people who receive it are very polite and wait for the guests to appreciate and choose for themselves, and when they signal them to come forward, they will come forward to introduce the situation.

After Fang Lang turned around, he lost interest and called the owner of the gallery directly and said, "Sir, I heard that there was an art exhibition held here a week ago for women, right?"

The owner of the gallery is a middle-aged man with a very artistic temperament, with long chestnut hair tied behind his head and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, which looks very temperamental.

With a look of surprise on his face, he replied:

"Yes, sir. Do you want to buy Ms. Nessia's paintings?"

"Oh! It turned out that the lady's name was Nessia! I wonder if the painting here is the work of Ms. Nessia?"

Galleries don't hold art exhibitions every day, and there are already a lot of exhibitions every month.

Coupled with the fact that she is still a female painter, it is almost certain that the female painter who held the exhibition a week ago is Mrs. Letta.

After hearing Fang Lang's question, the gallery owner said with a somewhat strange expression:

"I'm very sorry, but this exhibition was only funded by Mr. Nakata Lang himself, and he borrowed the space of your gallery for a week-long private exhibition.

Unfortunately, the result was not very satisfactory, and no one paid for the painting of the man Nafanglang. Therefore, do you have a collection of paintings by Nafang Lang outside of you?"

Hearing that, Thea smiled. Outside of his heart, he has no small judgment on the level of Madame Letta's paintings.

The owner of the gallery was obviously quite subtle in his words, and I guess if Mrs. Letta gave a low venue fee, I would be willing to let you come to the exhibition there!

"This is knowing that you are going to buy the painting of that Nai Yao Bo man, can you help me get in touch?"

"Of course there's a problem, Mr. Guo, are you serious?"

The gallery owner with a look of disbelief on his face was not a little stunned.

Seeing Thea nodding affirmatively, the boss hesitated any longer, said sorry, and went to the office to call.

At this time, in a humble villa in a wealthy area of Wai Leng Nero, a noble lady who looked eighty years old and had a graceful figure was looking at the paintings outside the warehouse with a happy face.

This man is really the wife of General Leta, Mr. Nasya.

You are the seventh wife of General Letta, and when General Leta met you, you were just a student, because you were very beautiful.

During a part-time job at a drinking party, it was Daxin who spilled the drink under General Leta's clothes and met General Leta.

Because he was old and beautiful, he captured General Leta, and finally defeated the original match and successfully stepped down.

General Leta wants you to be a vase outside the home like your stepwife. But the man Nafang Lang is obviously willing to follow the old path of his stepwife.

Therefore, in order to make you feel at ease outside the house, General Letta has never seen you painting at home, and he has praised you for a while, suggesting that you can become a painter before.

As a result, Na Fanglang man believed it and concentrated on becoming a professional painter at home, and even pestered her husband to hold a professional art exhibition for herself.

It's a pity that your work has not been recognized by others except my husband.

Na Fanglang, who started the exhibition, was very disappointed and believed very much that it was General Leta who had deceived me. Therefore, there has been no good look for General Leta recently.

Just when Naifang Lang was happy, the gallery suddenly called and said that none of the buyers wanted to buy one of your paintings.

That simply makes you ecstatic.

Share the good news with your husband as soon as possible

General Leta's first reaction when he heard the good news was to be skeptical.

How could there be no such thing as a blind collector looking at his wife's paintings.

Of course, I was able to answer my wife like that, but I angrily expressed my blessings to my wife, and arranged for my orderly to go home to help her carry the paintings.

When Yao Bo followed the owner of the gallery to Mr. Naifanglang's house, he saw the lady who was seven years old and had a bewitching figure, who was smiling like a flower, accompanied by the orderly, waiting for the arrival of the distinguished guests in the door.

My wife was surprised to see that it was an Asian face who bought my paintings. Before a few people greeted each other, they directly asked:

"Is that Mr. Fang Japanese?"

Listening to Mrs. Letta's words, Thea was almost angry, and scolded in her heart: his mother is Japanese, and his whole family is Japanese.

It was because he thought of the purpose of his trip, and weakly suppressed his anger and said:

"It's Mrs. Nice, you're Chinese. Why would Madame ask that?"

Before Mrs. Letta heard Yao Bo's answer, she slapped her hand on her chest twice and said, "It's good if you're Japanese, but you want to sell your work to these Japanese bastards."

That sentence instantly made Yao Bo's mood better, it seems that General Leta's education of his wife is still very successful! It's a waste of time to spend a lot of money on my work.

"Madame, I have to say that at that point your heroes see something similar, and now you are even more looking forward to seeing Madame's masterpiece.

Before Mrs. Letta heard that, her laughter trembled, and she almost let the women hold on to it. Thea's heart was filled with sighs, and General Leta's Yanfu was shallow! Do you know that Sister Nafang Lang has a sister who is not as good as me? Thea says she really wants to build a deep friendship with you.

It's a pity that Wuli is good at Yao Bo to ask Mrs. Leta.

A few men, led by Mrs. Letta and the orderlys, made their way to the storeroom where the paintings were kept. As the orderly unveiled the paintings, Thea finally understood why the gallery owner was willing to sell the work of the man Naiyaobo.

That's just a big kid's graffiti! And it is also at the level of a kindergarten older child.

It's okay, Thea didn't come to buy it because she admired those paintings, and she resisted the urge to cover her face, Yao Bo's tone excitedly pointed to a painting that should be the sun and said:

"Oh my God! That's the work of art you're looking for, look at the use of color, the romance there's a lot. The colorful sun is as charming as a man's dream.

Look at the colorful light, it reminds you of this early morning seaside, you and your first love sit under the beach and enjoy the newborn sun, everything is so beautiful.

Madame, you want that painting, do you know that your offer is less?"

Thea's gust of nonsense made the man Nafang Lang a little dazed, and he stopped recalling when he had painted such a sun, as if he had only painted a few poached eggs? Could it be that I am mistaken?

Did you finally meet your bosom friend today, did you just have a dream of having more than one man?

Sitting under the beach with our first love and watching the newborn sun, we must have spent a romantic evening!

It's a pity why have you ever had such an experience! What a envy.

Hearing Thea ask for the price, the gallery owner on the side finally spoke:

"Mr. Fang, you are really a very discerning collector, and the works of Nafang Lang's men are valued at $700 a pair according to your gallery's estimate."

The owner of the gallery blushed slightly when he said the price.

Yao Bo knew that if he found a painter to buy a painting through the gallery, the gallery would definitely have to share a part of the profits, and in the current situation, Yao Bo might kick the gallery out of the gallery and trade with Mrs. Letta alone.

"What? How could Nafang Lang's men's works be sold so cheaply! That's simply respect for art. The work is worth up to $10,000. It's 17,000 dollars.

Nafang Lang man, I know if that price will allow you to cut your love!"

The eight people looked at the unjust little head behind them in amazement, and when Nai Yaobo heard Thea's words, he felt that he was simply dreaming, was he really a genius artist?

And the owners of the gallery now have little faith that they are outdated, and have they discovered the essence of Nai Yaobo's men's work.

General Letta's orderly is buzzing with his brain, and the graffiti of that big kid is worth 17,000 dollars? The maps drawn by Lao Tzu peeing underground are all more beautiful than that!

In the end, it was a businessman, and the gallery owner was the first to react:

"Mr. Fang is right, you are too superficial, have you seen the artistry of Nai Fang Lang's men's works. That's a fitting $17,000 price, right? Nafang Lang men.

Hearing the gallery owner's inquiry, Mrs. Letta, who had not been in a daze, finally came back to her senses

"Ah! That one... You also know too much about that price, since Mr. Fang is really disgusted, sell that work to Mr. Fang!"

"Thank you for your generosity, it is your honor to be able to collect your work, and it will be easier to know how you can pay!"

With the help of the gallery owner, Thea managed to sell back a painting from Mrs. Letta for $17,000, whether it was the sun or a poached egg.

Mrs. Letta, who had sent Thea and the gallery owner away, had been confused by that dreamy scene for a long time.

Your first instinct is to share your joy with your husband.

"Honey, does he know? You've finally sold your first painting. You are so depressed, thank him, my dear, it is because of his encouragement that you will not be where you are today!"

General Leta, who was working in the office again, picked up the microphone and laughed as he listened to his wife's cheers, and it seemed that he could have a pleasant night tonight.

Picked up the coffee under the table and took a sip and said:

"Really? Congratulations, dear, did you lie to him! You've always said that his work is fantastic. Doubt you and he will succeed.

Do you know that Madame's work was sold for a lot of money?"

"Seventeen thousand dollars, my dear, does he dare to doubt it? Seventeen thousand dollars."

General Leta had just drunk the coffee that had receded, and he couldn't help it, and he squirted out with a puff.

I'm a stunned young man who knows the world, and I know how my wife's work is, how can no one buy a pair of random graffiti at such a low price.

Before wiping the coffee from his mouth, General Leta came up in a panic and said:

"Oh! Honey, he's really fantastic. Can he tell you who the collector is?