"Are you thinking about it?" Ding Shuo asked Dong Erbao with a smile. His new image surprised Ding Shuo a little.

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

"It's still time to regret it..."

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

Ding Shuo liked the recklessness and perseverance of Dong Erbao, so he walked up and patted the other person on the shoulder, and looked at the other person with clear eyes: "Although my gallery is not big, please believe me, this will be the turning point for your life to begin to rise."

"Well..." Dong Erbao nodded vigorously.

For some reason, Ding Shuo's appearance was like a guide, which made him suddenly find his direction when he was confused.

Dong Erbao opened the file bag in his hand, took out several certificates from it and handed them to Ding Shuo: "Boss, this is my graduation certificate and several award certificates."

"Don't be so arrogant, just call me Dashuo." Ding Shuo took the several certificates handed over by the other party and handed the contract to the other party, "This is a contract, you can take a look."

Dong Erbao took the contract, opened it and took a few glances, then signed his name on it without hesitation and pressed his handprint.

Ding Shuo's eyes fell on one of the honorary certificates and couldn't help but praise: "Oh, you guys can do it, you even won the silver award at the Rainforest Art Exhibition."

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

After reading several certificates from the other party, Ding Shuo returned them to the other party, then stamped the official seal of the gallery on the two contracts and handed one of them to Dong Erbao. Even if the two completed the signing ceremony.

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

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

"Of course it's the truth!"

"There are a few pictures that are so careless, and the rest are very ordinary, especially these lines, which are obviously printed. They are simply colored and come down from the assembly line. I don't want to give it to me for free!" Dong Erbao said bluntly.

Ding Shuo nodded: "I have cleared this batch of paintings and processed them. I plan to take the mid-to-high-end route and no longer sells house paintings and works worth less than 1,000 yuan."

"I agree very much, hey, these four words are written very well." Dong Erbao's eyes swept over several lines of paintings and fell on a brush calligraphy. He saw four big words "Xuisheng" written on it.

The Zen is full of spirit, curling like smoke.

Four big characters with very artistic conception.

"Well, this was written by Master Ouyang's closed disciple Ye Bai. I think these four words are destined to be with my gallery, so I became cruel and spent 5,000 yuan to snatch the painting from my friend."

Mu Yuxuan and the two words "Mu Yu" are combined, which are the vivid characters "Xu".

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

"It was him, at a young age that his calligraphy was so superb. Even Master Ouyang said that in ten years, Ye Bai would definitely be Wang Xizhi in the calligraphy world.

It’s a pity that God is jealous of talent. He has a disease of motor neuron disorder, which seems to be called ‘amyelitis lateral sclerosis’, and he watched him gradually ‘freeze’.

It is precisely because of this that his calligraphy is hard to find…”

"Oh, it's so pitiful."

"Come here to see how these paintings are?" Ding Shuo took Dong Erbao to the backyard and took out a few works from the warehouse.

Dong Erbao only felt his eyes lit up: "These are good pictures, did you draw them?"

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

On the surface, Ding Shuo asked Dong Erbao to appreciate Ma Dongxi's sketches, but in fact, he gave him a shot of heart to understand that Mu Yuxuan had a more miserable contracted painter.

"It's so amazing. A painting like him can sell for several thousand, right?" Dong Erbao showed admiration on his face. Those who know how to draw can see the level of a painter with a glance.

Only those who have escaped the shackles of thinking can find another way and create works that penetrate the soul.

Ma Dongxi, who has not studied professionally, happened to do this.

"His paintings start at 100,000."

"Damn..."

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

After seeing Dong Erbao off, 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 proficient. 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?

In the past, I didn’t necessarily sell one of them all day long, but why did I sell four of them as soon as I opened the door?

"By the way, Sister Hua, starting today, in addition to the dozens of pictures in the warehouse, there are also those characters, and the ones sent by Zhu Daneng in a while, will not be sold for the time being. The one-one-free event will be cancelled. All oil paintings in the store will be purchased and sold for purchases."

"Ah? Sell at the purchase price?" Liu Anhua frowned slightly. He added a commission of 5 points for rent, water and electricity, and Ding Shuo sold at the purchase price. Isn't this obviously a loss?

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

"Okay, big brother." Liu Anhua nodded. When there were people, she called Boss Ding Shuo. When there was no one, she felt that she called Big Brother Ding Shuo.

"Huh? Why didn't Yi Village come with you?"

"Oh, when I went out in the morning, he said his stomach hurts. I asked him to lie on the bed for a while and then come over if he doesn't feel pain."

"Half ache? Is it cold or something unclean?"

"It shouldn't be either. Yi Village has been weak in spleen and stomach since she was a child and often has stomachache. I took him to the hospital. The doctor said that the intestinal lymph nodes were swollen, which was not a problem."

"Okay, I have something to do. I want to go out and I will leave the gallery to you."

"Well, you go and do it."

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

"Go to the World Trade IFS." Ding Shuo sat down and said to the driver.

The female driver stared at Ding Shuo for several seconds, confirmed that she had not recognized 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 his mouth twitched. Isn’t this the chatterbox who sent him to the Chengxi Baoshijie 4S store last night? So he nodded with a complicated expression: “This world is so small…”

He couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

There are so many taxis on the road, why did I stop her?

"Why don't you bring your girlfriend with me when you go shopping in IFS?"

"I'm single……"

"Oh, that's it, by the way, does that friend of yours know my best friend?"

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

"Ah? How could I not know each other? My best friend is very popular in the 4S store. Last night, I called her to talk about this. She told me with an excited look that she sold a car yesterday and the one who bought it was a handsome guy..."

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Chapter completed!