Shenhao starts from fishing

The Lizhuang community is just to the north of the Liuyun community. The two communities are separated by a moat. Even if you walk there, it can take up to ten minutes.

Ding Shuo thought that there would be nothing to do at night anyway, so he nodded and agreed to Dong Erbao's request: "Okay, it happens that I am free now, if it is convenient for you..."

Before Ding Shuo finished speaking, Dong Erbao rushed to answer: "Haha, it's convenient, why is this inconvenient?"

Now that the other party said so, Ding Shuo thought that it would be on the way anyway, so he nodded, "Go and see, but I don't guarantee that I will accept all paintings."

After all, the two talents had just met, and Ding Shuo didn't know this guy, let alone his level, so some things must be explained in advance.

Dong Erbao smiled and said, "That's natural!"

The taxi driver drove the two to the gate of the community. Dong Erbao led the way. As soon as they walked along the slope to the gate of the unit, they got an unexpected surprise...

The lights in the whole building suddenly went out.

"I'm going... isn't it? Why is there a power outage again!" Dong Erbao's sweat beaded on his forehead, breathlessly said.

Ding Shuo sent Dong Erbao a cigarette, and by the way he also ordered one for himself: "Do you often have power outages here?"

Dong Erbao nodded: "Well, it's been quite frequent recently anyway, should we wait downstairs for a while? If you're lucky, maybe you can call in 35 minutes."

"What about bad luck?"

"If you are unlucky, you have to climb stairs!"

Ding Shuo dangled his cigarette and glanced up: "How many floors do you live?"

"18th floor!"

"Uh, forget it..." Ding Shuo's mouth twitched, and he gave up the suggestion to climb the stairs in an instant. "Then let's wait, the downstairs is pretty cool."

Dong Erbao took a cigarette and asked boredly, "By the way, where is your gallery?"

"Antique Street, Jiuxiang Lane."

"Oh... Antique Street, I have visited a few galleries there, and I feel that most of them are selling art."

Ding Shuo refused to deny it, and nodded: "Well, it's almost the same, but my gallery mainly sells pure art oil paintings."

Dong Erbao came over and shook hands with Ding Shuo: "Brother, I'll mix up with you in the future. It's not easy to rely on art to eat food these days."

Ding Shuo was held by the other party and was thinking about a very serious matter...

This guy didn't seem to wash his hands after going to the toilet just now?

The two chatted downstairs, and the community called before they finished smoking a cigarette.

Ding Shuo threw the cigarette butt on the ground, gently twisted it out with his toes, picked up the cigarette butt and threw it into the trash can beside him, followed Dong Erbao into the elevator, and came to the 18th floor. In an instant, the oil paint mixed with the mixed smell of moldy food, alcohol, stinky socks and instant noodles rushed towards you.

This smell is too fatal!

Ding Shuo held his breath instinctively, feeling that he was almost exposed to internal injuries.

Dong Erbao opened the door, turned on the light, and smiled apologetically: "Hey, live alone, the room is a bit messy, don't mind."

Ding Shuo frowned. Is this a bit messy?It's more warehouse than warehouse!

The small living room was filled with large and small oil painting frames, and most of them were semi-finished products. Beer bottles, cans, cigarette butts, and toilet paper were thrown everywhere.

There is not even a place to go...

However, when Ding Shuo saw the self-portraits hanging on the wall, his eyes suddenly brightened, and he leaned forward to appreciate it carefully: "These self-portraits are pretty good!"

Dong Erbao hurriedly said, "Brother, these are not for sale temporarily? I will keep them for the exhibition."

"Exhibition?"

"Well, Longshan Oil Painting Biennale, hehehe, one of my classmates took me to sign up, which is to join in the fun."

Ding Shuo nodded, just as he was about to withdraw his gaze, his gaze just swept across the inscription on the lower right corner of the whole painting, feeling a bit familiar, so he moved his gaze to the inscription again, and his pupils slightly shrank: "I'm going...you are Dahl bar?"

Dong Erbao: "Huh??"

Ding Shuo smiled lightly: "It's nothing, I just remembered suddenly, I seem to have received your paintings before."

DEB!

He spelled it silently in his mind. It was really the acronym of "Dong Erbao". Looking at his painting style, it was somewhat similar to the one he sold to Yu Tengfei and his wife at a high price.

"Have you received my paintings before? Really?" Dong Erbao scratched his head, trying to remember, why didn't I have any impression?"

"Let's not talk about it, can't this one be made?" Ding Shuo looked at a sketch of the scene next to the self-portrait.

Autumn wind ferry, dead branches of reeds.

The unmanned boat in the wild crossing is just right to set off the desolate scenery. Although there are a few places where the processing is not as delicate as Ma Dongxi, but after a glance, you know that the author of this painting is a master of oil painting.

"Sell, you can make a price!"

"This number." Ding Shuo popped out two fingers.

Dong Erbao immediately shook his head: "No, no, two hundred is too little. I have been painting this one for nearly a week. You can choose any sketches next to it at this price."

"I'm talking about two thousand."

"Two...poof! Two thousand!!!" Dong Erbao squirted out the mineral water as soon as he drank the mineral water in his mouth. He put down the mineral water bottle in his hand and squeezed Ding Shuo's hand firmly, "Brother, don't you tease me again? ?"

In Dong Erbao's impression, he went to the gallery to sell the most expensive one, which seemed to be only 1,200 yuan.

He often goes to galleries to sell paintings and knows his level well, so he is very accurate in the market. Like the one that Ding Shuo asked just now, it is easy to sell 500, but it is difficult to sell 800. You don’t have to think about it above 1,000. Shuo gave 2000 as soon as he opened his mouth. This is such a big man!

"Why are you kidding? This painting is worth the price!" Ding Shuo said lightly. At the moment he shook hands with Dong Erbao, he found that there were still paint remaining in the nails of the other party, plus the other party's obsession and understanding of art. , He suddenly had an idea——

Turn the lie into reality!

"Thank you!" Dong Erbao let go of Ding Shuo's hand, and it was very exciting that his work was appreciated by others.

However, Dong Erbao, who is still in a state of food and clothing, is thinking at this moment, adding a few more pieces of meat to himself tonight, and rewarding himself, he has not eaten meat for almost half a month.

"Want to become a master?" Ding Shuo asked suddenly.

"Master?" Dong Erbao was taken aback, and anyone who couldn't learn his art didn't want to become a master.Very self-aware, this state is too far away from me.

Ding Shuo seemed to be able to see through Dong Erbao's inner thoughts, and said with a smile: "If you want to become a master, maybe I can help you."

Dong Erbao was skeptical, but still asked the question he cared most: "How to charge?"

Ding Shuo smiled and shook his head: "No charge, I mean, we can cooperate."

Dong Erbao was even more confused: "Cooperation? How is the cooperation method?"

Ding Shuo explained: "I want to invite you to join my gallery and become Mu Yuxuan's first contracted painter. I will pack and promote you, and use the shortest time to quickly increase your visibility in the oil painting industry and sell Let’s take five to five cents for the money earned from painting."

Seeing Dong Erbao hesitated, Ding Shuo continued: "Don't rush to answer me, you can consider it slowly."

The dignified color on Dong Erbao's face quickly faded, returning to his former heartiness: "Don't think about it, I am willing to join your gallery."