Shenhao starts from fishing

"Did you think about it?" Ding Shuo asked Dong Erbao with a smile. His new image made Ding Shuo somewhat surprised.

Dong Erbao nodded seriously: "Well, think about it!"

"It's too late to regret now..."

"In my Dong Erbao's dictionary, there is no such word as'regret'. The path I choose will reach the end even if I kneel."

Ding Shuo liked the recklessness and perseverance of Dong Erbao, so he stepped forward and patted the opponent's shoulder vigorously, and looked at the opponent with clear eyes: "Although my gallery is not big, please believe me , This will be the turning point when your life starts to go uphill."

"Hmm..." Dong Erbao nodded vigorously.

For some reason, Ding Shuo's appearance, like a guide, made him suddenly find his way.

Dong Erbao opened the document bag in his hand, took out a few certificates from it and handed them to Ding Shuo: "Boss, here are my diploma and some award certificates."

"Don't be so distracted, just call me Dashuo." While Ding Shuo took the certificates handed over by the other party, he passed the contract in his hand to the other party, "This is the contract, you can take a look."

Dong Erbao accepted the contract, opened it and glanced at it casually, then signed his name on it without hesitation and pressed his fingerprint.

Ding Shuo's eyes fell on one of the honorary certificates and couldn't help but praise: "Oh hello, your kid is okay, you actually won the silver prize of the Rainforest Art Exhibition."

"Haha, it's just a fluke!" Dong Erbao scratched his head modestly.

Ding Shuo read the other party's several certificates and returned them to the other party, then affixed the gallery's official seal to the two contracts and handed one of them to Dong Erbao. Even if the two had completed the signing ceremony.

"How do you feel about my works in this gallery?"

"Do you want to hear the truth or lies?"

"Of course it's the truth!"

"Some of the paintings are still so-so, and the rest are very general, especially these line paintings, which are obviously printed, and they are simply colored. They come off the assembly line. I don't want to give them away!" Dong Erbao is very straightforward. Said.

Ding Shuo nodded: "After finishing this batch of paintings, I plan to take the mid-to-high-end route and no longer sell line paintings and works below 1,000 yuan."

"I agree very much, eh, these four characters are well written." Dong Erbao glanced across a few lines of paintings, and landed on a brush calligraphy, only to see the four characters "Lifelike" written on them.

Zen is full of vigor, curling like smoke.

Four characters with a very artistic conception.

"Well, this is written by Ye Bai, the closed disciple of Master Ouyang. I think these four words are related to my gallery, so I was cruel and spent 5,000 yuan to snatch this painting from my friend."

Mu Yuxuan, the combination of the two characters "Mu Yu" is exactly the lifelike "Xu".

Dong Erbao nodded, but when he heard the name Ye Bai, he was instantly panicked: "Ye Bai? You said that one-armed Ye Bai? He is very popular now, it is said that it is hard to find a word."

"It's him. At a young age, his calligraphy has reached the point of superb writing. Even Master Ouyang has said that in ten years, Ye Bai is definitely Wang Xizhi in the calligraphy world.

It's a pity that Tian is jealous of the talent. He has a disorder of motor neurons, which seems to be called'Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis'. He watched as he was gradually'frozen'.

Because of this, his calligraphy is hard to find a word..."

"Oh, it's so pathetic."

"How about these paintings?" Ding Shuo took Dong Erbao to the backyard and took out some works from the warehouse.

Dong Erbao only felt his eyes light up: "These few pictures are good, did you paint?"

Ding Shuo smiled and shook his head: "This is painted by one of my big brothers. I will invite him to join the gallery later."

On the surface, Ding Shuo asked Dong Erbao to appreciate Ma Dongxi's sketches, but in fact, he gave him a booster to let him understand that besides him, Mu Yuxuan also has even more corrupt contracted artists.

"It's amazing. A painting like this can sell for thousands of dollars, right?" Dong Erbao's face showed admiration. Those who know how to paint can tell the level of the painter of a painting with a glance.

Only those who get rid of the imprisonment of thinking can find another way to create works that penetrate the soul.

Ma Dongxi, who has not studied professionally, did just that.

"His painting starts at 100,000."

"Fuck..."

When Dong Erbao was leaving, Ding Shuo gave him a phone number and asked him to call Zhu Daneng after he went back and send the opposite sketch to Mu Yuxuan.

After seeing Dong Erbao away, Ding Shuocai smiled and asked Liu Anhua: "How about sister Hua? Are you still used to it?"

"Habit! My business is getting more and more skilled, and I sold four paintings when I opened the door early in the morning." Liu Anhua said proudly.

"Awesome!" Ding Shuo was secretly shocked, isn't today Thursday?

I used to not be able to sell one for a whole day. Why did I get to Liu Anhua and sold four as soon as I opened the door?

"By the way, Sister Hua, starting from today, except for the dozen paintings in the warehouse, there are also the writings, and the painting that Zhu Daneng sent over in a while. The buy one get one free event will be canceled. All oil paintings in the store will be the same. Sell ​​at purchase price."

"Ah? Sell it at the purchase price?" Liu Anhua frowned slightly, and Ding Shuo sold it at the purchase price. Does this mean you lose money?

Ding Shuo nodded: "Just do what I said."

"Okay, big brother." Liu Anhua nodded. When there are people, she is called Boss Ding Shuo. When there are no people, she feels that the name of Big Brother Ding Shuo is more cordial.

"Huh? Why didn't Yicun come here with you?"

"Oh, when I went out in the morning, he said his stomach hurts. I let him lie on the bed for a while and come back when it doesn't hurt."

"Stomach hurts? Is it cold or ate something unclean?"

"It should be none of them. Yicun had a weak spleen and stomach since he was a child, and his stomach ache often. I took him to the hospital. The doctor said that the intestinal lymph nodes were swollen and it was not a problem.

"Let's do it, I have something else to go out, and the gallery will leave it to you."

"Well, go ahead."

Ding Shuo walked out of Jiuxiang Lane, turned left and walked to the end along Antique Street, and reached out to stop a taxi.

"Passed IFS." Ding Shuo sat down and said to the driver.

The female driver stared at Ding Shuo for several seconds, confirmed that she did not recognize the wrong person, and said in surprise: "My God, it's really you. Isn't this a coincidence?"

Ding Shuo glanced at the female driver, and the corners of his mouth twitched. Isn't this the one who sent himself to the Chengxi Baoshijie 4S store yesterday evening?So he nodded with a complicated expression: "This world is so small..."

He couldn't help feeling regretful.

There are so many taxis on the road, why did you stop her with a cheap hand?

"Go to IFS, why not bring a girlfriend?"

"I am single……"

"Oh, so, yes, does that friend of yours know my best friend?"

"I asked, he said he didn't know..."

"Ah? How could I not know him? My best friend is very popular in the 4S shop. I called her last night and talked about it. She was excited and told me that she sold a car yesterday. The one who bought the car is a handsome guy..."

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(Thanks to the three bosses of "Song Pengfei", "Rose Rain" and "Susan Naiman" for the lollipops. In addition, thanks to every old iron who voted, please take my knees!)