"It's the man who glasses who bid with you that night and plans to auction your stuff. When I asked him what he was doing, he refused to say it. I think it's probably your fan, so I haven't agreed to him yet."

When Su Bei thought of that person, he couldn't help but frown: "It's him? At the auction, I could have sold things back at a relatively low price, but he kept interfering with it and constantly increasing the price, which made him almost unable to clean up the mess. I wanted to meet him and ask him why."

"Then I'll make a reservation right away. I'll accompany you to see him so that he won't have any unreasonable thoughts."

Qiao Mei and Su Bei were the man with glasses I met in the company.

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

Qiao Mei blocked Su Bei and asked, "Mr. Qian, what is the matter when you look for our Su Bei? Can you tell me now?"

"Miss Qiao, Miss Su, I am a painter's agent. I want to ask, who did the painting that night come from? I looked at the painting, which was quite popular. I believe it must be a work by a famous teacher. So, please tell me that I would like to contact the painter and start a painting exhibition. I believe that I can create a stunning master." Mr. Qian's eyes shined, partly from the fanaticism of making money, and partly from the pious attitude of seeing good paintings.

Because of the latter, Subei doesn't think he hates it.

Qiao Mei glanced at Su Bei and whispered: "No wonder you must take the painting back. It turned out to be a masterpiece. It's amazing, Su Bei!"

Su Bei smiled and remembered Genggan's paintings. Although they have been recognized by many experts, they are too exaggerated by this painter's agent?

She said sincerely: "Sorry, I really can't reveal this to you, Mr. Qian. I can't introduce this friend who paints. I'm sorry to ask you to find another master."

Genggu is too young and far less mature and sensible than Dabao. It is definitely impossible to get involved in such a thing too early.

Whether he can be a painter and starts a painting exhibition 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 with a gaze, "Miss Su..."

"I'm really helpless, sorry." Subei said in a gentle tone, but his attitude was extremely firm.

"Miss Su, does your friend already have an agent? Or, he prefers not to reveal himself like the outside world, and regards money as dirt, and does not want to be contaminated with the smell of money? Do these mean your friend or your own? Don't you think it's not good to block your friend's way of wealth?" Mr. Qian's tone was a bit violent, but he could hear that he had no malice.

Su Bei smiled and said, "Mr. Qian, let me say that, I can be my friend's master. I said he doesn't need an agent or an exhibition, so he doesn't need to do it. Do you understand?"

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

He spoke out loudly: "What kind of friend can completely listen to your opinions?"

Su Bei naturally won't answer his question.

"Thank you for your kindness. I will thank you for my friend. Mr. Qian, you have a good vision. I believe that a man like you will definitely find more Thousand-Mile Horses that belong to you." Su Bei said.

Mr. Qian no longer forced himself and nodded: "Thank you, Miss Su."

He discovered that painting last night was indeed different from the works of all the famous artists already on the market. It was obvious that it was immature and immature, but it also showed that its future was limitless.

However, after asking around, I couldn't find which painter it was, so I could only look for Su Bei.

Who knew that Su Bei refused to reveal it, and he could not hide his loss.

Over the years, he has indeed relied on excavating painters to help start painting exhibitions to make money, but his true love for paintings and vision is also the main reason why he is engaged in this industry.

When he meets a good one, he will even collect it all.

"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, he told your friend that he really has great potential. I am optimistic about him. With time, I believe he will have a bright future!"

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

Boss Qian left reluctantly.

Qiao Mei turned her head to look at Su Bei: "Su Bei, your friends are too hidden, right? Any painting you take out can attract so many attention. I was still wondering why Feng Ze kept beating you that night and had to buy that painting. Now that I think about it, Feng Ze must also know the value of that painting, so he paid a huge sum of money."

Su Bei smiled. Mr. Qian should really be willing to pay a huge sum, but Feng Ze... she remembered what he said in a low voice: "I'll buy it and give it to you."

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

Although Qiao Mei envies Su Bei for having such a friend, she thought about it again that Su Bei is now with Master Lu, and holding such a famous painting in her hand is indeed not something that is difficult to understand.

After all, Mr. Lu’s circle of friends is probably an existence that others will never look up to in their entire lives!

After Mr. Qian went out, he hurriedly ran into Xiaobai and knocked all the things she was holding to the ground.

"Sorry." Mr. Qian hurriedly helped Xiaobai pick it up.

Xiaobai didn't care: "It's okay, it's okay, I'll pick it up myself."

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

Xiaobai immediately said, "Sir, please give me the things, this is mine."

"So, can I ask, who drew this painting? Tell me quickly, who drew it!" He grabbed Xiaobai's shoulder and shook Xiaobai dizzy.

"Let me go! Give me the things back!" Xiaobai thought this was a customer of the company, so he was always polite to him. Who knew that this man was like a robber, not only snatching away his own things, but also holding onto his shoulders.

"Please tell me where this came from? Who drew it?" Mr. Qian's tone was very excited, and his eyes were red.
Chapter completed!