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"Boss." Liu Guochao quickly stood up with a very respectful attitude.

Qiu Ming looked over and saw a man in his fifties. This was the boss of the organizer. His eyebrows seemed familiar, but he might have passed by somewhere and glanced at him.

"How do you want me to prove it?" Qiu Ming asked back. There was no signature on the painting. He left the painting in the hotel, and he didn't know any of those people.

Zhang Baichuan looked at Qiu Ming carefully and said that it was really this kid. Is this kid really the kid's, or is this kid talking nonsense? But this is very simple, just try it.

"You said that this painting was drawn by you. It's very simple. Just draw one on the spot. How about it? Do you dare?"

"Also draw this?" Qiu Ming pointed to the picture of the tiger going down the mountain in the brochure.

"Of course." How to compare something else? As soon as he waved his hand, Liu Guochao immediately asked someone to get a pen, ink, paper and ink.

Liu Guochao didn't believe that such a good painting must have been written by a master. It would not have been so good for thirty or forty years. This kid dared to whisper in front of the boss. The boss is not so easy to play with!

Several people gathered around to see it, and many people had some sympathy in their eyes. They also knew about what happened just now, and they thought that Qiu Ming was the reason why welfare institutions fought for charity funds. But you can get charity funds, but you can't impersonate it. Now you can't get out of Taiwan?

Qiu Ming looked at it and it was not the number one brush he used last time, but it didn't matter. He still dipped it in ink and started writing quickly. A minute later, Qiu Ming put down the brush and looked at it carefully. It seemed that he performed better than the last time.

Liu Guochao looked at the painting on the table and widened his eyes. This was impossible!

How could it be done in one minute?! He has never seen some painters who draw quickly, but they are all pencil sketches. This is Chinese painting! Moreover, this kid completed the painting after dipping ink three times. In his eyes, it seemed that this painting was better than the one he exhibited!

Zhang Baichuan's fingers were turning his bracelet and stopped. He saw Qiu Ming's painting with his own eyes, and it was completed so quickly. At least in the eyes of him, an outsider, this painting was very good!

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

"Huh? Boss Liu, you are not kind. Last time my teacher asked you for a painting by this master, but you said there was only one. What was on this table? It was clearly the painting by that master. Look at this brushwork, don't fool me. I didn't say that, I want this painting. You can offer a price, and I will give it to the teacher for a birthday gift next month."

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

"How could I read it wrong? I am not inferior to the teacher." Qian Hongfeng looked unhappy. If he hadn't had surgery on his right hand and the brush was not stable, he might not have been able to surpass the teacher. What he is training now is his eyesight, and in fact he has become better than the teacher.

"Teacher Qian, you also know that this painting must be sent to auction. Many people have asked for the price. I really can't sell it directly. In this way, I will notify you specifically during the auction."

Liu Guochao personally sent Qian Hongfeng out. Another master of Chinese painting wanted to reach out and touch it, but Liu Guochao quickly stopped it. The ink was not dry yet. If he wiped it with his hands, wouldn't this painting be ruined?

"Old Qian, do you think this painting seems to be a new painting, no, it seems to be a newly painted painting."

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

Qiu Ming looked at Zhang Baichuan: "Can it prove it now? I didn't sell that painting. You got it and stamped it with someone else's seal. This is absolutely not OK!"

Liu Guochao said at this time: "Sir, have you misunderstood something? That seal is a seal for appreciation, not that he painted this painting."

Ah? Not an impostor? Qiu Ming was a little embarrassed. He didn't understand these things at all, so he made a joke.

"That is the top Chinese painting master in China. His seal is on it, so this painting will be recognized by many people. It is not that you don't paint well, but that no one will recognize it without the signature."

"Sir, where did you learn painting? Are there any galleries you have collaborative? Why not sign a contract with us? We promise to push you to hold a solo exhibition in Beijing or the Magic City this summer, and you can send your works to a top auction house like Sotheby's!"

Liu Guochao looked at Qiu Ming and seemed to see a glittering lucky cat. Such painters, even if they only scored 5% of the transaction price, could make a lot of money.

Qiu Ming was about to refuse, but Zhang Baichuan spoke first: "Old Liu, go and ask someone to estimate the price of the painting, and then open a check for Mr. Qiu."

Qiu Ming waved his hand: "No, I believe you. Please sell this painting too, donate it to some people in need. You should deduct your commission from yourself. There is nothing to do, so say goodbye."

Liu Guochao still wanted to stop Qiu Ming, but Zhang Baichuan glanced at him, and Liu Guochao stopped. After the person left, Liu Guochao looked regretful: "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."

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

"Don't let someone look for him. You will pretend that you have never seen this person in the future. Tell everyone that no one is allowed to spread today. This is what I said!"

Zhang Baichuan is becoming more and more interested in Qiu Ming. He is so young, so talented, and has skill. He doesn't care about money. He has a little free and easy personality and is a good match for his daughter.

What satisfies him the most is that both the other party’s parents died, so it is very suitable to recruit son-in-law to be his home-to-door son-in-law!

But in the past few days, he found out that his daughter did not contact this kid, nor did he see that this kid contact his daughter. Did he make a mistake?

No matter how suitable this kid is, it will be useless if his daughter doesn't like it. Zhang Baichuan's daughter is the most important thing. As long as the others are not disabled and have good character, he can accept them.

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

When he left and got in the car, Qiu Ming was stunned for a moment. The boss just now knew that his surname was Qiu? He didn't seem to have introduced himself?

At first glance, he felt that the boss seemed familiar. Now he tried hard to recall, but still couldn't remember where he had seen this person? Why did he know that his surname was Qiu?
Chapter completed!