"If you don't leave, I'll call the security guard!" Xiaobai shouted in a sharp voice!

Su Bei and Qiao Mei walked out and saw such a picture. Su Bei sternly said: "Mr. Qian, let go of Xiaobai!"

Only then did Mr. Qian realize that he was too excited, he let go of Xiaobai awkwardly and said, "Miss Su, I don't mean that."

Su Bei stepped forward and pulled Xiaobai over. Xiaobai accused angrily: "He lied, he was just touching me! He also wanted to steal my things! I want to call the police now. If you dare to do such a thing in the company, Su Bei, you must be careful and never let him touch you. Sister Meimei, I called the police!"

Mr. Qian waved his hand quickly: "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding. It was because I saw this painting that was too amazing that I asked this young lady. I was really embarrassed, I had no malicious intentions."

Because Su Bei and Qiao Mei had met him just now, they were a little familiar with his temperament and said to Xiaobai: "Don't call the police first, this is a friend I know."

Xiaobai heard that he was a friend, so he relaxed a little. However, seeing this man looked crazy and had no favors at all, he glared at him angrily.

"Mr. Qian, what's going on?" Su Bei asked.

"I want to know who painted this painting! Miss Su, do you know? Or, this little white lady knows?" Mr. Qian held the painting in his hand, with a very urgent expression and was reluctant to let go.

"Hey, don't break that painting!" Xiaobai stepped forward and snatched it.

Mr. Qian had to give up love and carefully returned Hua to her.

Qiao Mei thought that it was painted by Mr. Lu, so she looked at Su Bei.

Su Bei looked carefully and saw that the painting that Xiaobai was holding in her hand was not painted by her?

Gunguen learned painting, and her mother Lin Xiruo was also a well-known painter. Sometimes Su Bei would draw some of her casual paintings with Gunguen at home. This painting was exactly the one she planned to auction at a charity dinner. As a result, Xiaobai took it wrong and took it as Gunguen's words to auction, and then he did so many things.

Now, Mr. Qian is interested in this picture again?

Su Bei looked at Mr. Qian and said, "Mr. Qian, what does this mean?"

"Miss Su, if you don't tell me who the painting was from before, this one is OK, right?"

Su Bei was slightly surprised and asked, "How did Mr. Qian know that these two paintings were not made by one person?"

When Mr. Qian was asked about his professional field, he immediately talked: "Look, the previous one had a green brushwork and a rather awkward lines, but it was better because of its high spiritual energy, which made people really love it. On holidays, these shortcomings will be compensated and eventually became a master of a generation. Now, the brushwork and techniques are relatively mature, with extraordinary talents and a vast and vain style, which is a great wise and foolish brushwork. Both have their own advantages. The skills, brushwork, color, etc. are not the same method, so this must not be painted by the same person."

Su Bei looked at her paintings carefully, but she didn't see these differences.

However, I have never told others about these things, especially Dabao and Genggu. Even Qiao Mei and Xiaobai are sick and don’t know their existence. From this point of view, Mr. Qian does have some vision.

"Miss Su, believe me, I will never read it wrong. The painters of these two pairs of paintings look very young at present, but this kind of immaturity is unique to many newborn painters. This can only be maintained without the pollution of the large dye vats in the commercial market. Therefore, this is not a disadvantage. Other advantages can be better compensated through time."

Su Bei admitted that what he said made some sense. He did not learn to draw professionally, and was able to write and draw, probably inherited from his mother's genes.

Genggu has always liked to learn painting, but after all, she is still young and has only learned a little bit of basic knowledge.

"The friend you just now refused to reveal his name and was unwilling to hold an exhibition. So what about this friend now?" Mr. Qian asked expectantly.

Seeing this man wandering around, Xiaobai snorted and said, "Why don't you understand what you are talking about? Humph, our Subei won't trust you easily."

Mr. Qian was immediately disappointed and stared at the painting that was returned to Xiaobai, as if it was nailed to it, and he was reluctant to move it away.

Seeing that he was still staring at him, Xiaobai covered the painting and refused to show it to him.

"Can you give me another look?" Mr. Qian looked pleased.

However, this made Xiaobai feel even more disgusted and he refused to show it to him again.

Su Beiluo thought for a while and said, "The friend in front is really unable to introduce you to you. I will ask about the situation first."

Su Bei herself is not a fanatical hobby for painting, but her own pursuit of beauty made her quite interested in it.

If you don’t film in the future and start art exhibitions, it’s a great pleasure.

When Mr. Qian heard this, he immediately widened his eyes and rushed forward to hug Su Bei.

Fortunately, Qiao Mei had already prepared and immediately stopped him: "Stop! You can hug Su Bei at will?"

Mr. Qian rubbed his hands excitedly and took a few steps back: "That's really thank you Su Bei! If your friend is really willing to cooperate with me, I'm willing to give in to the benefits! Moreover, I absolutely guarantee that he will help him run carefully, and he just needs to draw what he likes according to his own wishes. I promise not to interfere with others. If he doesn't like socializing, I will block everything for him!"

"However, I'm not sure she will promise you." Su Bei still has to discuss with Lu Heting and understand the background of Mr. Qian. "I'll contact you until there is an answer."

"No problem, no problem." Mr. Qian is now regaining hope and is extremely excited, "Then I'll wait for your good news!"

"Well, no matter whether it succeeds or not, I will call you and explain it to you clearly."

Mr. Qian nodded repeatedly, and the eyes behind the lens were shining.

When he left, Xiaobai said, "Subei, did you really agree to him?"

"I'll think about it first." Subei said.

Xiaobai expanded the painting: "Then I have to keep this painting of your friend well. After hearing what that person said, I can't afford to break such a valuable thing."
Chapter completed!