Reborn in Brazil As a Plutocrat Chapter 145

  Chapter 145 Buying Paintings

   After receiving Mrs. Leta's information from the secretary, Fang Lang changed into plain clothes and went directly to the Redwood Gallery on Baihe Avenue in Rio de Janeiro.

   I wandered around the gallery for a while like a tourist, and found that most of the paintings in this gallery are mainly oil paintings.

  As for the quality of the paintings, Fang Lang can only distinguish between those that can be understood and those that cannot.

  As a gallery, it is actually a place to sell paintings, and of course someone will come out to receive them.

   It's just that the people who receive them are very polite and wait for the guests to appreciate and choose, and only when they signal them to come forward, they will go forward to introduce the situation.

   After Fang Lang turned around, he lost interest, and directly called the owner of the gallery and said:

   "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. His long chestnut hair is tied behind his head, and he wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, which looks very elegant.

   replied with a look of surprise:

   "Yes, sir. Do you want to buy Ms. Nessia's painting?"

   "Oh! So that lady's name is Naisia! I wonder if the painting here is the work of Ms. Naisia?"

  The gallery does not hold art exhibitions every day, there are already many art exhibitions every month.

  In addition to being a female painter, it is almost certain that the female painter who held an exhibition a week ago is Mrs. Leta.

  After hearing Fang Lang's question, the owner of the gallery said with a strange expression:

   "I'm very sorry, that art exhibition was only funded by Ms. Nessia herself, and she borrowed the venue of our gallery to hold a private exhibition for a week.

  Unfortunately, the result was not very satisfactory, and no one paid for Ms. Nessia's paintings.

  Therefore, I do not collect Ms. Nessia's paintings here. "

   Hearing this, Fang Lang smiled. I already have a rough judgment on the level of Mrs. Leta's paintings.

  The owner of the gallery is obviously quite reserved when speaking. If it weren't for Mrs. Leta's high venue fee, he would not be willing to let her come here to hold an art exhibition!

   "Then I don't know that I want to buy this Ms. Nessia's painting, can you contact me for help?"

   "Of course it's all right, but sir, are you serious?"

  The gallery owner with an expression of disbelief was a little taken aback.

   Seeing Fang Lang nodded affirmatively, the boss no longer hesitated, said sorry, and went to the office to call.

  At this time, in a luxurious villa in a rich area of ​​Rio de Janeiro, a lady with a graceful figure who looks about 30 years old is looking at the paintings in the warehouse with a depressed expression.

  This woman is Ms. Nacia, the wife of General Leta.

  She is the second wife of General Leta. When General Leta met her, she was just a student because she was very beautiful.

   While working at a reception, he accidentally spilled wine on General Leta's clothes, and met General Leta.

  Because of being young and beautiful, he quickly captured General Leta, and finally defeated the original partner and succeeded in taking the position.

  General Leta wanted her to be a vase at home like his ex-wife. But Ms. Nessia is obviously unwilling to follow the old path of her ex-wife.

   Therefore, in order to keep her at home, General Leta, in order to let her stay at home with peace of mind, once saw her painting at home, praised her for a while, and suggested that she could become a painter in the future.

   As a result, Ms. Nessia believed it was true and concentrated on becoming a professional painter at home, and even pestered her husband to hold a professional painting exhibition for herself.

  It's a pity that her works, except for her husband, have not been recognized by others.

  Naisia, who finished the exhibition, was very disappointed, and very suspicious that General Leta had deceived him.

  Therefore, I haven't given General Leta a good look recently.

   Just as Nessia was feeling depressed, the gallery suddenly called, saying that a buyer wanted to buy one of her painting collections.

   It just made her ecstatic.

   Shared the good news with her husband immediately. General Leta's first reaction when he heard the good news was that he couldn't believe it.

  How could there be such a thing, that blind collector would take a fancy to his wife's paintings.

  Of course, he couldn't answer his wife like this, but he happily expressed his blessings to his wife, and arranged for his orderly to go home to help her carry the paintings.

  When Fang Lang followed the owner of the gallery to Ms. Nessia's house, he saw this lady who was 175 tall and had a charming figure, who was smiling like a flower at the moment, accompanied by orderlies, waiting for the arrival of distinguished guests outside the door.

Mrs.    felt very strange when she saw an Asian face coming to buy his paintings.

   After greeting each other, several people asked directly:

   "Is this Mr. Fang of Japanese descent?"

  After hearing Mrs. Leta's words, Fang Lang was almost so angry that he cursed in his heart: Your mother is Japanese, and your whole family is Japanese.

  But thinking of the purpose of his trip, he suppressed his anger and said:

   "Excuse me ma'am, I'm Chinese. Why do you ask me that?"

  After hearing Fang Lang's answer, Mrs. Leta patted her chest twice with her hand and said:

   "It's fine if you're not Japanese, I don't want to sell my work to those Japanese bastards."

   Fang Lang's mood instantly improved as soon as this sentence was said. It seems that General Leta's education of his wife is still very successful! It is not in vain that I am ready to spend a lot of money to buy his works.

   "Madam, I have to say that our heroes have the same views on this point, and now I look forward to seeing Madam's masterpiece even more."

  After Mrs. Leta heard this, her laughter trembled wildly, which almost made the men unable to hold back.

   Fang Lang couldn't help but sigh in his heart that General Leta is so blessed! I don't know if this sister Nishia has any sisters who are similar to him? Fang Lang expressed his desire to establish a deep friendship with her.

  It's a pity that it's not easy for outsiders to ask Mrs. Leta in Fang Lang.

   Several people, led by Mrs. Leta and the orderly, quickly came to the warehouse where the paintings were stored.

  As the orderlies displayed the paintings one by one, Fang Lang finally understood why the gallery owner was unwilling to sell Ms. Nasia's works.

   This is completely a child's graffiti! And it is at the level of kindergarten children.

   But fortunately, Fang Lang didn't come here to buy these paintings because he admired them. Resisting the urge to cover his face, Fang Lang pointed to a painting that should be the sun with excitement and said:

   "My God! This is the artwork I'm looking for. Look how romantic the use of color is. This colorful sun is as charming as a girl's dream.

  Looking at the colorful light reminds me of the seaside in the early morning. I sat on the beach with my first love and admired the newborn sun. Everything was so beautiful.

  Madam, I want this painting. How much is your quotation? "

  Fang Lang's nonsense made Ms. Nessia a little confused, and she kept recalling when she drew such a picture of the sun. It seems that she only drew a few poached eggs? Did I remember wrongly.

  But today I finally met my bosom friend, isn't it just my dream to have a girl?

   Sitting on the beach with your first love and admiring the newborn sun, they must have had a romantic night!

   It's a pity why I haven't had such an experience! I'm really envious.

  Hearing Fang Lang ask the price, the gallery owner on the side finally spoke:

   "Mr. Fang, you are really a very discerning collector. The works of Ms. Nessia are worth five hundred dollars a pair according to our gallery's estimate."

  The owner of the gallery blushed a little when he said the price.

  Fang Lang knew that if he found a painter to buy paintings through a gallery, the gallery would definitely have to share part of the profits, but in the current situation, it was impossible for Fang Lang to kick the gallery away and deal with Mrs. Leta alone.

   "What? How can Ms. Nessia's work be sold so cheaply! This is an insult to art. No, this work is worth at least $10,000. Not fifteen thousand dollars.

  Ms. Nessia, I don't know if this price can make you give up! "

  The three of them stared dumbfounded at the big guy in front of them. Hearing Fang Lang's words, Naisia ​​felt that she was just dreaming. Could it be that she was really a talented artist?

  The owner of the gallery now has some doubts whether he is outdated and has not discovered the essence of Ms. Nessia's works.

  General Leta's orderly is buzzing, just this kid's graffiti, worth fifteen thousand dollars? The maps I drew when I **** on the ground are prettier than this one!

   Is it a businessman? The gallery owner was the first to respond:

   "Mr. Fang is right. We are too superficial to see the artistry of Ms. Nessia's work. It is very appropriate for this work to be priced at 15,000 U.S. dollars, right? Ms. Nessia."

  Hearing the gallery owner's question, Mrs. Leta, who had been a little dizzy, finally came to her senses and said:

   "Ah! I don't know much about this price. Since Mr. Fang really likes it, let's sell this work to Mr. Fang!"

   "Ms. Nessia, thank you for your generosity. It is my honor to collect your works. I don't know how to pay for it, it will be more convenient!"

  In this way, with the help of the gallery owner, Fang Lang successfully sold an oil painting from Mrs. Leta for 15,000 US dollars, whether it was the sun or a poached egg.

   Mrs. Leta, who sent away Fang Lang and the gallery owner, didn't wake up from this dreamy scene for a long time.

  Her first reaction was to share her joy with her husband.

   "Dear, do you know? I finally sold my first painting. I am so happy, thank you, dear, it is because of your encouragement that I can achieve what I am today!"

  General Leta, who was working in the office, picked up the microphone and laughed as he heard his wife's cheers. It seemed that he could have a good night tonight.

   Picked up the coffee on the table and took a sip:

   "Really? Congratulations honey, I didn't lie to you! I've always said your work is amazing. Trust me you will be successful.

   I don't know how much Madam's work sold this time? "

   "Fifteen thousand dollars, honey, can you believe it? Fifteen thousand dollars."

  General Leta couldn't hold back the coffee he drank just now, and spit it out in one gulp.

  He is not a stunned young man who is ignorant of the world. He knows exactly how his wife's works are. How could someone pay such a high price for a random graffiti.

   After wiping the coffee off his mouth, General Leta managed to calm down and said:

   "Oh! Honey, you are really amazing. Can you tell me who this collector is?"

  (end of this chapter)

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