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The next day, when Qiu Ming "passed" by the welfare home, he saw many workers at the entrance of the welfare home, who were repairing the house.

Qiu Ming was very satisfied. At least the dean must not have completely greedy for those things. As for how much he spent for the orphanage in the end, he could just come back and find out.

On the way home, while waiting for the traffic light, a middle-aged woman came quickly and stuffed a flyer into the crack of the window. Qiu Ming put down the car window, took the flyer in, and planned to throw it away when he went home.

He just glanced casually and was stunned. A gallery's flyer will be an exhibition tomorrow, with the theme of the twelve zodiac signs. These books are nothing, they are just gimmicks. It is too easy to get the paintings of the twelve animals.

But why does that Chinese painting of Baihu look familiar? Qiu Ming thought about it and it seemed that he painted it in a restaurant that day, so he just kept it there.

Qiu Ming was actually a little happy that his work could be exhibited, but the signature was not Qiu Ming's name, but instead he stamped someone else's seal, which made Qiu Ming very unhappy.

What does it mean? Is it an impostor? Use my paintings to increase your popularity?

Qiu Ming decided to go to the art exhibition to see it. It would be fine if the painting could be returned. If the gallery doesn't give it, don't blame him for using some unconventional means to get it back!

At 8 o'clock the next morning, Qiu Ming went downstairs to have dinner and drove to the exhibition. The exhibition was a bit off, but it was also in Jiangbei, which was considered close to Qiu Ming.

More than half an hour later, Qiu Ming arrived near the exhibition venue and found a place to park the car. Qiu Ming took the flyer to buy tickets. If it were before, let alone buying tickets to watch the exhibition, if Qiu Ming didn't go, he wouldn't appreciate it.

At nine o'clock, Qiu Ming lined up in, and there were not many people, but after entering, Qiu Ming found that the venue was really big and there were many people inside, some of whom looked like big-name dressed. It was obvious that they were not from buying tickets, or that these people were the people who were really invited by the exhibition.

A painting can cost at least a few thousand yuan, at most hundreds of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands, which is not something that ordinary people can afford to consume. It is good for ordinary people to hang a pair of handicraft paintings. These have to be targeted at those rich people who are rich and like to be considered to have a "artistic atmosphere".

Many of the people who bought tickets were college students, those who studied art, or even those who liked or were curious. Of course, these people wouldn’t buy them, just take a look.

Qiu Ming's dress was also considered by many people to be a poor student who came to visit and study, so he did not attract any attention.

The site was partitioned with some walls, which were obviously divided into twelve pieces, each showing an animal's painting. Qiu Ming didn't look at anything else and ran directly to the tiger's exhibition area.

Many people have come to this area, most of whom are concentrated in front of a painting. This painting is the tiger painted by Qiu Ming.

On the leaflet, Qiu Ming couldn't see the seal very clearly. This time he got closer, and he found that there were four big words "Seal of Hanshan".

"Oh, this is Mr. Hanshan's new work? Isn't Mr. Hanshan good at landscapes? When did this animal draw so well? Look at this tiger, the momentum of a tiger descending into the mountain hits the face!"

"Who is Mr. Hanshan who is you saying this? One of the masters of Chinese painting. Others are good at landscapes, but if they don't say it, they won't draw tigers. It is precisely because they have few paintings that they have produced such a fine product."

"With this painting, Mr. Hanshan's status can be improved a little. Perhaps Mr. Hanshan will become the president in the next election of the Calligraphy and Painting Association."

"Who doesn't say yes? I think this painting is very good, I bought it."

"Wait, you bought it. I'll take a look at this painting first, of course I'll sell it to me."

Several people are competing for this painting. Mr. Hanshan rarely paints animals. Not only is this painting a fine work, but it also has a greater value because it is less valuable, which is enough to be auctioned, but it must be one of the final paintings!

Qiu Ming was a little surprised. He also thought the painting he drew was very good, but he didn't expect it to cause a fight. He had never been exposed to any artwork at all, but he just felt that there were many suckers who liked it. It seemed that these people were suckers, right?

But this is his painting. No matter how much the painting is worth, it is his. He did not sell it. He turned around and walked to the door on one side, which led to the office of the exhibition staff. Many people would directly buy the paintings on display from the exhibition party at the exhibition. He wanted to tell the staff that the painting was his.

In the monitoring room of the art exhibition, Zhang Baichuan sat on a chair. This art exhibition made the theme of the twelve zodiac signs really good, and many people who received the invitation came.

Zhang Baichuan also has several paintings hanging at his home, but he just keeps them for appreciation. In fact, he doesn't really appreciate these so-called works of art.

Artworks in prosperity, gold in troubled times. Now it is a prosperous era, especially in China. The economy is developing rapidly, so more and more people buy artworks, and naturally more and more people hype this. Big cities like Magic City, Beijing City, and Yangcheng have new galleries open almost every month, which shows the prosperity of this industry.

He is a businessman, and all he has to do is to stir up some paintings or even painters. Most of those who buy art have no appreciation ability, but just measure the price based on fame.

For example, this time the gallery got a picture of a tiger going down the mountain, but it was not signed. Although it had the best painting skills, it might not be able to sell at a price.

So the gallery took the experts in the industry to appreciate it and stamped it, saying that this was a painting recognized by Mr. Hanshan, which greatly enhanced its value.

Originally, it could only be considered a fine painting, but now it can become a tripod-carrying painting at this art exhibition!

Let’s see how many people are surrounding this painting now, but they think they will sell it? Even if it is sold, it is not sold directly at this exhibition, but is kept for auction. At this exhibition, the reputation will be first hyped up. Then the value of this painting can be increased by a few more levels, and at least one zero can be added.

A noise suddenly came from outside the door, and Zhang Baichuan frowned. What was Xiao Liu doing? How could something happen at the art exhibition?

But he also wants to see who is causing trouble at his gallery exhibition. This is not giving him face!

Qiu Ming pointed to the picture of the tiger going down the mountain in the brochure: "I painted this painting, and the seal on it is not mine, and I have never sold this painting. If you want to sell it, you can bring popularity to your gallery, but the money for selling the paintings must be donated."

Liu Guochao, the head of the gallery, looked amused and crying: "Where did you attract sponsorship? Do you believe in these words? I think you are attracting sponsorship for the welfare cause, I won't make things difficult for you, you can go."

"Wait a minute, you said this painting is yours, how do you prove it?" A voice full of majesty came from behind Liu Guochao.
Chapter completed!