Tian's wife is fierce

Chapter 237

"In the matter of buying paintings, I hope we can be fair," the unknown nobleman B said to A.

"Yes, it depends on who among our group of people is more in line with Qianchuan's painter's vision. In this way, whoever buys the painting will be convinced by everyone, right?" said the unknown dignitary.

In the small country hall, there were twelve dignitaries who came from afar.

To be fair, it's probably because of her poor status, but it doesn't matter, Yu Jiaoruan will definitely not sell this painting.

Old Dean Luo smiled bitterly, but at this moment, he also realized that Yu Jiaoruan's identity as the painter of Qianchuan could not be announced.

If these dignitaries knew that the one who painted the famous paintings handed down from generation to generation was just a little girl with no power and influence in the countryside, they might do something to bully men and women and take others for themselves.

Yu Jiaoruan didn't expect that one of her paintings could attract such a response, and she was stunned for a moment, and felt guilty for old Dean Luo.

Looking at the bruises under the eyes of the old dean Luo, I am afraid that he will help her reject people, right?
"It doesn't matter if you don't sell paintings, at least let us see the artist Maekawa himself?"

The dignitaries made new demands.

Old Dean Luo sighed.

Yu Jiaoruan's heart "suddenly" missed a beat. Her Qianchuan's handwriting was taken by Yan Xiujiu when Mr. Jiang was attending the funeral. There were thousands of people at that time!
I'm afraid I can't hide it!
Yu Jiaoruan couldn't help turning her head, looking at Yan Xiujiu who was at the side.

If she couldn't hide it, she might be in trouble again.

Yu Jiaoruan herself didn't realize that there was eagerness in her eyes, obviously, she was not afraid of trouble.

It's just amazing...

They had already heard the news that the painter Qianchuan was just a thirteen-year-old girl, who was the teacher and apprentice of Mr. Jiang, and his seniority was much higher than that of Mr. Luo. I don't believe it.

These people preconceived, so they decided that the disciple Jiang Lao was accepting as a teacher must be a middle-aged person or something.

Old Dean Luo was also surprised, didn't Yu Jiaoruan just stand in front of them?Why didn't you find out?

"Ah, about this..." Old Dean Luo couldn't help but cast a glance at Yu Jiaoruan, and said, "An artist who wants to keep painting famous paintings handed down from generation to generation must hope that he can get closer. Furthermore, can’t we see more famous paintings handed down from generation to generation, right? It’s better not to look for the artist himself.”

"Are you determined not to sell it?"

These dignitaries were obviously a little impatient, and there was a threat in their eyes.

Yu Jiaoruan looked at Dean Luo worriedly, and hurriedly "patted the back" for Dean Luo, "Dean Luo, don't worry, take a breather."

Old Dean Luo covered his mouth with his hands in admiration and pretended to cough, showing some discomfort.

Yu Jiaoruan wrote on the back of old Dean Luo, Qian Liang will draw a painting for them, if they agree, pay cash first, and own a unique portrait of yourself, isn't it better than owning... a famous painting handed down from generation to generation?
She was a little apprehensive about the method she came up with. One thousand two pictures. As far as she is concerned, she is actually not very willing to pay this money, which can just dispel these people's thoughts, but... If someone wants to draw a picture, Wouldn't it be... uh...

Would old Dean Luo think she was vulgar?
Old Dean Luo lowered his eyes, carefully feeling the words on the back, and his eyes lit up.

"I have a proposal, maybe everyone can own a painting by Qianchuan painter," Old Dean Luo's eyes lit up, and he felt that Yu Jiaoruan's idea was a good idea.

Who says painters don't make money?Do you drink Mistral?