After getting Mrs. Letta's information from the secretary, Fang Lang changed into plain clothes and went directly to the Mahogany Gallery on White River Street in Rio de Janeiro.
After wandering around the gallery for a while like a tourist, I found that most of the paintings in this gallery are oil paintings.
As for the quality of the paintings, Fang Lang could only distinguish between those that were understandable and those that were incomprehensible.
As a gallery, it is actually a place where paintings are sold, and of course people will come out to receive them.
It's just that the receptionists are very polite and wait for the guests to appreciate the selections and signal them to come forward before going forward to introduce the situation.
After walking around in a circle, Fang Lang lost interest and called the gallery owner directly: "Sir, I heard that there was an art exhibition for women here a week ago, right?"
The owner of the gallery is a middle-aged man with an artistic temperament. He has long chestnut hair tied back and wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. He looks very elegant.
He replied with a surprised look:
"Yes, sir. Do you want to buy Ms. Nesia's paintings?"
"Oh! It turns out that lady's name is Nasia! Didn't you know that the painting here is the work of Ms. Nasia?"
The gallery does not hold art exhibitions every day, and there are already too many art exhibitions in a month.
Coupled with the fact that she is 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 strange expression:
"I'm very sorry, but this exhibition was only financed by Mr. Naifanglang himself, and he borrowed the venue of your gallery to hold a private exhibition for a week.
Unfortunately, the result was not very satisfactory, and no one paid for Mr. Naifanglang's paintings. Therefore, you also have a collection of paintings by Naifang Lang. "
Hearing that, Thea smiled. In my heart, I no longer have a rough judgment on the level of Mrs. Letta's paintings.
The owner of the gallery was obviously quite reserved in his words. I guess if Mrs. Leta offered a low venue fee, I would be willing to let you hold an art exhibition there!
"I know you want to buy the paintings of that Nai Yao Bo man. Can you help me contact him?
"Of course there is a problem. Mr. Guo, are you serious?"
The gallery owner, who had a look of disbelief on his face, was a little surprised.
Seeing Thea nodding affirmatively, the boss hesitated no matter what, said sorry, and went to the office to make a phone call.
At this time, in a simple villa in a wealthy area of Waierengneiro, a lady with a graceful figure who looked to be about eighty years old was looking at the paintings outside the warehouse with a happy face and worrying.
This man is really Mr. Nasia, the wife of General Leta.
You are the seventh wife of General Leta. When General Leta met you, you were just a student because you were very beautiful.
While working at a drinking party, it was Daxin who spilled his drink under General Leta's clothes, and he met General Leta.
Because he was young and beautiful, he quickly captured General Leta, and finally defeated his original wife and successfully ascended the throne.
General Letta hopes that you can be a vase outside the home like his second wife. But the Naifanglang man is obviously willing to follow the old path of his second wife.
Therefore, in order to let you stay at home, General Letta never saw you painting at home. He praised you and suggested that you could be a painter before.
As a result, Mr. Naifanglang believed it and became a professional painter at home. He even pestered his husband to hold a professional art exhibition for himself.
It's a pity that your work has not been recognized by anyone except my husband.
Naifanglang was very disappointed when the exhibition started and he believed that General Leta had deceived me. Therefore, have you ever given General Leta a good look recently?
Just when Naifanglang was happy, the gallery suddenly called and said that no buyer wanted to buy one of your paintings.
That just 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 suspicious.
How could it be that this blind collector would look at his wife's paintings?
Of course, I could answer my wife like that, and I just angrily expressed my blessing to my wife and arranged for my orderlies to go home to help my wife carry the paintings.
When Yao Bo followed the owner of the gallery to Mr. Naifanglang's house, he saw the lady, who was seven inches tall and with a voluptuous figure. She was smiling like a flower, accompanied by the orderly, waiting for the arrival of distinguished guests at the door.
My wife felt very strange when she saw that it was an Asian face who later bought my painting. Before a few people exchanged greetings, they directly asked:
"Is that Mr. Fang of Japanese descent?"
After hearing what Mrs. Leta said, Thea was almost furious and cursed in her heart: His mother is Japanese, and his whole family is Japanese.
After thinking about the purpose of his trip, he suppressed his anger and said:
"I'm sorry, Madam, you are of Chinese descent. Why would Madam ask that?"
Before Mrs. Leta heard Yao Bo's answer, she patted her chest twice with her hand and said, "It's fine that you are Japanese, but you want to sell your works to these Japanese bastards."
As soon as those words were spoken, Yao Bo's mood instantly improved. It seemed that General Leta's education to his wife was very successful! It was in vain that he had prepared to spend a lot of money to buy my works.
"Madam, I must say that at that point you heroes have the same vision, and now you are even more looking forward to seeing Madam's masterpiece.
Before Mrs. Letta heard that, her smile was so trembling that several women almost stopped her. Thea couldn't help but sigh that General Leta's beauty is so shallow! Does she know that Sister Naifanglang is a different sister from me? Thea expressed that she really wants to establish a deep friendship with you.
It's a pity that Wuli people in Yaobo are easy to ask Mrs. Leta.
Led by Mrs. Letta and the orderly, several people slowly arrived at the warehouse where the paintings were stored. As the orderly displayed a painting, Thea finally understood why the gallery owner was willing to sell the works of Mr. Naiyaobo.
That's completely the graffiti of an older child! And it's still at the level of an older child in kindergarten.
Fortunately, Thea didn't come here to buy the paintings because she admired them. Resisting the urge to cover her face, Yao Bo excitedly pointed at a painting that should be the sun and said:
"Oh my God! That's the artwork you're looking for. Look at the use of colors, how romantic it is. The colorful sun is as charming as a man's dream.
Look at the colorful light, which reminds you of the seaside in the early morning. You and your first love sat under the beach and admired the newborn sun. Everything was so beautiful.
Madam, if you want that painting, do you know how much your price is?"
Thea's nonsense made Mr. Naifang feel confused. He kept recalling when he had painted such a picture of the sun. It seemed that he had only painted a few poached eggs. Could it be that he had remembered it wrong.
But today I finally met my soulmate. Do I just have the dream of having multiple men?
Sitting under the beach with our first love and admiring the rising sun, we must have spent a romantic night!
What a pity, why have you ever had such an experience? I’m so envious.
After hearing Thea asking about the price, the gallery owner on the side finally spoke:
"Mr. Fang, you are really a very ignorant collector. According to your gallery's estimate of Mr. Naifanglang's works, they are US$700 a piece."
The gallery owner blushed slightly when he mentioned the price.
Yao Bo knew that if he found a painter to buy paintings through a gallery, the gallery would definitely take part of the profits. In the current situation, Yao Bo might kick the gallery away and find Mrs. Letta alone to trade.
"What? How can Mr. Naifanglang's work be sold so cheaply? That's simply respect for art. That work is worth at most US$10,000. It's US$17,000.
Naifanglang men know whether the price can make you part with it!"
The eight people stared at the wrongdoer behind them in stunned silence. When Naiyao Bo heard Thea's words, he felt that he was simply dreaming. Could he really be a talented artist?
And gallery owners now somewhat believe that they have fallen behind and have not discovered the essence of Yao Bo's works.
General Letta's orderlies are buzzing. That big kid's graffiti is worth seventeen thousand dollars? Even the map I drew by peeing in the ground is prettier than that!
After all, he is a businessman. The gallery owner was the first to react:
"Mr. Fang is right. You are too superficial and have not clearly seen the artistry of Mr. Naifanglang's work. The price of that work is 17,000 US dollars, which is very appropriate, right? Mr. Naifanglang.
After hearing the gallery owner's question, Mrs. Letta, who had been feeling a little dizzy, finally came back to her senses and said
"Ah! Well... you know the price very well. Since Mr. Fang really hates it, just sell that work to Mr. Fang!"
"Mr. Naifanglang, thank you for your generosity. It is your honor to collect your works. It will be more convenient to know how you pay!"
Just like that, with the help of the gallery owner, Thea successfully spent 17,000 US dollars to sell back an oil painting from Mrs. Letta, which was known to be the sun or a poached egg.
Mrs. Letta, who sent Thea and the gallery owner away, couldn't get over the dreamy scene for a long time.
Your first reaction is to share your joy with your husband.
"My dear, does he know? You finally sold your first painting. You are so depressed. Thank you, dear, it is all because of his encouragement that you are not where you are today!"
General Leta, who was working in the office, picked up the phone and laughed when he heard his wife's cheers. It seemed like he could have a pleasant night tonight.
He picked up the coffee under the table, took a sip and said:
"Really? Congratulations to him, dear, did you lie to him? You have always said that his works are great. I doubt you that he will succeed.
Do you know how much Madam’s work sold that time?”
"Seventeen thousand dollars, honey, could he doubt it? Seventeen thousand dollars."
General Letta couldn't hold back the coffee he had just drank, and spit it out in one sip.
I am a young person who is familiar with the world. I know very well how my wife's works are. How could no one buy a 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 is so wonderful. Can he tell you the identity of that collector?
