Chapter 1458 Who Drew It?

"It was the man with glasses that night, who was bidding with you and was going to auction off your stuff. I asked him what he was doing, but he refused to say anything. I think he's a big fan of yours, so he hasn't agreed yet."

When Su Bei thought of that person, he couldn't help frowning: "Is it him? At the auction, I could have bought things back at a relatively low price, but he kept making trouble and kept raising the price. I almost couldn't clean up the mess in the end. I wanted to meet him and ask him why."

"Then I'll make arrangements right away. I'll accompany you to see him, lest he have any wrong thoughts."

Qiao Mei and Su Bei are the glasses man they met in the company.

As soon as he saw Su Bei, his eyes lit up immediately, but it was not as bright as seeing an idol.

Qiao Mei stood in front of Su Bei and asked, "Mr. Qian, may I ask you to find our Su Bei, what's the matter, can you tell me now?"

"Miss Qiao, Miss Su, I'm a painter's agent. This, I want to ask, whose hand is the painting that night? I looked at the painting, and it was quite popular. I believe it must be a famous teacher. So, please tell me, I want to contact the painter, open an exhibition, and I believe that I can create a world-famous artist." Mr. Qian's eyes lit up, partly because of the fanaticism of making money, and partly because of his passion for making money. From the devotion of seeing a good painting.

Because of the latter, Subei didn't think he hated him.

Qiao Mei glanced at Su Bei and said in a low voice, "No wonder you must take that picture back. It turned out to be the work of a famous artist. It's amazing, Su Bei!"

Subei smiled and remembered the rolling paintings. Although it has been recognized by many experts, it was too exaggerated to be said by the painter's agent?

She said sincerely: "Sorry, I really can't tell you about this, Mr. Qian. I can't introduce you to this friend who is painting. Please, look for someone else, really. sorry."

Gun Gun is still too young, and is far less mature and sensible than Da Bao, it is definitely impossible to get involved in this kind of thing prematurely.

Whether he can become a painter and hold art exhibitions, all of this will have to wait until he grows up and has his own clear and independent thinking ability.

"Ah, this..." Mr. Qian was quite disappointed and looked at Su Bei eagerly, "Miss Su..."

"I really can't do anything, I'm sorry." Subei's voice was gentle, but his attitude was very firm.

"Miss Su, does this friend of yours already have an agent? Or, he prefers not to show himself to the outside world, treats money like dung, and doesn't want to be contaminated with the smell of copper? These are you What do you mean by your friend, or your own? Don't you think it's not a good idea to block your friend's fortune?" Mr. Qian's tone was a bit violent, but he could tell that he was not malicious.

Su Bei said with a smile: "Mr. Qian, let's put it this way, I can be the master of my friend. I said he doesn't need an agent, and he doesn't need an art exhibition. He doesn't need it, do you understand?"

Mr. Qian was stunned, Su Bei's attitude was indeed too firm.

He hesitated: "What kind of friend can completely listen to your opinion?"

Naturally, Su Bei would not answer his question.

"Thank you for your kindness. I thank you for my friend. Mr. Qian, your vision is indeed very good. I believe that Bole like you will definitely find more Maxima that belongs to you." Subei said.

Mr. Qian could only stop reluctantly and nodded: "Thank you, Miss Su."

He discovered last night that the painting was indeed different from the works of all the famous artists on the market. He could see that it was young and immature, but he could also see that its future was limitless.

However, after inquiring all over, I couldn't find who the painter was, so I had to look for Subei.

Who knows, Su Bei also refused to disclose, he couldn't hide his loss.

Over the years, he has indeed made money by digging out painters and helping to open art exhibitions, but he really likes paintings and has a vision, which is the main reason for him to engage in this line of work.

When he encounters a good one, he will even put everything in his collection.

"Then Miss Su, I'll leave first. If you change your mind, you can call me." Mr. Qian handed over the business card, "By the way, take me to tell your friend, he really has great potential, I'm very optimistic about him, given time , I believe he will have a bright future!"

"Thank you, Mr. Qian, I will transfer it."

Boss Qian left reluctantly.

Qiao Mei turned to look at Su Bei: "Su Bei, the friends around you are too hidden? A painting you just took out can attract so much attention. I'm still thinking, why did Feng Ze come to that night? I have been arguing with you, I must buy that painting, and now that I think about it, it must be that Feng Ze also knew the value of that painting, so he made a huge sum of money."

Su Bei smiled, this Mr. Qian should really be willing to pay a lot of money, but Feng Ze... She remembered what he said in a low voice: "I'll buy it for you."

I have a bad premonition in my heart. Could it be that at that time, his personality was occupied by other personalities?

Although Qiao Mei envied Su Bei for having such a friend, but on second thought, Su Bei is now with Master Lu, and holding such a famous painting in his hand is really not difficult to understand.

After all, Master Lu's circle of friends is an existence that other people can't look up to in their entire lives!

After Mr. Qian went out, he walked in a hurry and bumped into Xiaobai, knocking all the things she was holding onto the ground.

"I'm sorry." Mr. Qian hurriedly helped Xiaobai pick it up.

Xiaobai didn't care either: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, I'll pick it up myself."

Mr. Qian's hand picked up a piece of drawing paper, and he couldn't breathe: "This, this..."

Xiaobai immediately said: "Sir, please give me your things, this is my thing."

"Then may I ask, who painted this painting? Tell me, who painted this!" He grabbed Xiao Bai's shoulders and shook Xiao Bai dizzy.

"Let go of me! Give me the things back!" Xiaobai thought he was a guest of the company, so he was always polite to him, but who knew that this man was like a robber, not only taking his own things, but also arresting him all the time. Hold on to your shoulders.

"Please tell me, where did this come from? Who painted it?" Mr. Qian's tone was very excited, and his eyes were red.

I really didn't expect that I hit a soft nail on Subei's side, and here I found a better painting.