"Minghui, this is the gift you are going to give to Grandma Shen?"

When Chen Bing and Jiang Biyan returned to the hall, they saw a painting standing next to the hall, covered with a gray cloth, surrounded by a group of young people.

"Yes, Grandma Shen was abroad when she was young, and she liked foreign oil paintings very much, and this 'Sunrise' by Master Boleves is a famous painting that Grandma Shen has always remembered. I happened to know who was in the collection of this painting at the École des Beaux-Arts in Paris, and it took a lot of effort to get that collector to fall in love. ”

Cao Minghui nodded and smiled a little proudly.

On Grandma Shen's 70th birthday, it was difficult for her to be unhappy when she gave her such a painting.

"Do you like oil paintings, remember that there is a gallery not far from the villa on the side of the road...... Since they all helped, let's do it to the end. Chen Bing touched his chin and muttered a few times.

"Grandma Shen is down!"

At this time, someone around whispered.

The noisy hall suddenly fell silent, and people who came to the birthday banquet gathered from all directions.

At the staircase on the second floor, Grandma Shen walked downstairs surrounded by the head of the Luo family, Xue Dad Xue, and Sha Jianxue and other juniors.

Chen Bing stared at the smiling birthday star, and then gently walked to the side of a little beauty.

This little beauty is a relative of Sama Yuki, and they just met a while ago.

Chen Bing said a few words in her ear, and the little beauty glanced at Chen Bing, nodded and agreed.

Then Chen Bing quietly squeezed out of the crowd and walked out of the villa.

Jiang Biyan's attention on the side has been on Chen Bing, she saw Chen Bing walking out, she thought about it, squeezed out, waved her hand to the assistant at the door, and after a few words in her ear, she caught up with Chen Bing.

"What's wrong with that guy?"

Beside Cao Minghui, someone noticed Chen Bing's movement and couldn't help but whisper.

"This guy seems to have come empty-handed, could it be that he didn't prepare a gift? Just now he seemed to be talking about the gallery, and he should have known that Grandma Shen likes oil paintings, so she went to the nearby gallery to buy paintings. ”

One whispered.

"Go to the arbor gallery on the side of the road to buy paintings and send them to Grandma Shen? He figured it out! Someone sneered under his breath.

Although it is good to do what she likes, you also have to think about what Grandma Shen's identity is, and how ordinary paintings can get into her eyes.

"It seems that that guy has force, but his head doesn't seem to be very good."

Cao Minghui smiled a little unexpectedly.

He had tried his best to take Chen Bing as an opponent, but in the end, it seemed that he had overestimated this opponent.

Born in the army, he has strong combat effectiveness, but he is very immature in terms of human feelings.

While they were laughing, Chen Bing had already reached the parking lot and entered the Ferrari.

However, Chen Bing sat down, and Jiang Biyan also sat in the passenger seat.

"Squad leader, why did you come with you?" Chen Bing was a little surprised.

"You don't have an invitation, it's not easy to come back later, I'm okay here, just help you." If you want to buy a gift, I can help you check it too. Jiang Biyan grinned, a bit like when she was back in college.

"It's fine." Chen Bing thought about it.

The security guards at the manor didn't recognize him, and it would be a hassle to get Shama Xue out to pick him up.

Without any more nonsense, Chen Bing started the engine, quickly walked out of the manor, and rushed towards the gallery that was not too far away.

About five minutes later, in front of the Arbor Gallery, a red Ferrariga came to a halt with a bang.

Two handsome men and women stepped out of the car and walked into the gallery quickly.

It was past eight o'clock in the evening, and the location of the gallery was not very good, and there were almost no customers in the gallery at this time.

This gallery is opened by Qiao Liu's family, Qiao Liu is free tonight, come over and help take a look at the store. She was bored lying on the cash register, but when she saw a customer coming in, she immediately lifted her spirits, thinking that there was finally business coming to her door.

Fortunately, the family didn't rely on this gallery to make a living, otherwise her family would have eaten the northwest wind a long time ago.

"Welcome, I wonder what paintings you want to buy? Let me introduce you. ”

Qiao Liu said enthusiastically.

The two of them came in Ferraris, dressed extraordinarily, and maybe they could do a lot of business.

"You have canvases, paints, and brushes for sale, right?" Chen Bing didn't talk nonsense, and asked Qiao Liu directly.

"Yes, but the quality I sell here is better, and they are all imported from abroad, which are much more expensive than those outside."

Qiao Liu was a little disappointed when she heard that Chen Bing was just here to buy oil painting tools and materials, but she still told the truth.

"It's okay, just get it for me."

Chen Bing waved his hand.

"Aren't you here to buy paintings? What to do with paint and canvas? Jiang Biyan asked strangely.

Like Cao Minghui and the others, Jiang Biyan also thought that Chen Bing was in a hurry and wanted to come to the gallery to buy paintings for Shen Shouxing.

Jiang Biyan followed, and thought about helping Chen Bing check it, if there were valuable paintings in the gallery, she would help buy them.

"Hehe, you'll find out later." Chen Bing smiled mysteriously.

"1500 in total." Qiao Liu took out all the things that Chen Bing wanted, a complete set of brushes, paints, canvases, and so on.

"Thanks, and besides, I'd like to borrow your studio for a while, no problem, right?"

Chen Bing paid, and then asked Qiao Liu.

Inside the gallery, there is a small studio with easels and other tools.

"There's no one now, you can use it, just don't mess with the tools inside."

Qiao Liu glanced at Chen Bing with some surprise.

What does this man mean, does he want to check if the paint is worth that price, or is he painting here?

Qiao Liu was a little puzzled.

She didn't have much interest in oil painting, but with such a gallery at home, it was difficult for her to know nothing about oil painting.

Oil paintings can't be painted in a while, as long as the pigments are checked, Qiao Liu is even more afraid.

The things sold in her gallery are genuine, and they are never afraid to be checked.

"No, you're really going to paint here?"

Then, Qiao Liu watched Chen Bing enter the studio, spread the canvas he had just bought on the easel, and after a little preparation, he began to smoke the paint on the canvas and start painting.

"But don't wait until 10 o'clock when I close the store, he'll drag me out."

Qiao Liu felt a little headache.

Only those who have opened a store will understand that there are all kinds of people in the world.

When buying the same thing, some people will pay for it quickly, and some people will nag it in their ears a hundred times, saying that it is not the same, and then they will reluctantly pay for it and take it.

Qiao Liu felt that she might be meeting a strange guest again tonight.

"No, he's moving so fast, is he really drawing? Does it just buy paint and put it on canvas? ”

But then Qiao Liu felt that something was wrong.

She saw that Chen Bing's movements were too fast, normal painting could not be so fast, in her opinion, Chen Bing was more like pinching paint and smearing it on the canvas.

Qiao Liu couldn't help but walk over, wanting to verify her guess.

She pushed the door and walked into the studio and quietly came behind Chen Bing.

When his eyes fell on the canvas, Qiao Liu couldn't help but froze, and then his eyes widened and widened.

What the hell is this?

This man is really painting!

But his speed is even faster than others sketching!

What's more, looking at his flowing flow without the slightest redundant movements, Qiao Liu was deeply attracted just by looking at it.

On Qiao Liu's side, Jiang Biyan was already full of shock, and she couldn't believe her eyes.

Until Chen Bing set up the canvas, she still couldn't figure out what Chen Bing was going to do.

Then, Chen Bing began to move, and it was only when an oil painting took shape in front of her eyes at an alarming speed that she understood.

But how is this possible?

Is this really drawn by Chen Bing?

She thinks she knows Chen Bing very well, but she never knew that Chen Bing can also paint oil paintings, and he still paints so well!

Even though she didn't know anything about oil painting, she was instantly fascinated.

……

On the canvas, the last piece of paint is smeared.

Chen Bing began to pack his things, and Qiao Liu and Jiang Biyan woke up one after another.

The two of them felt that a long time had passed, but when they looked at it, it had only been more than fifteen minutes in total!

"I'm sorry, I still need a frame, can you get one for me?"

Chen Bing looked at the painted oil painting and said to Qiao Liu.

The painting was almost still wet, and it couldn't be moved until it dried, but now Chen Bing didn't have time to wait for it to dry, so he had to take it away with a frame.

"Okay, you wait."

Qiao Liu was still a little unable to react, she took a picture frame for Chen Bing in a daze, took the money ignorantly, and watched Chen Bing leave.

"Oh no, I forgot to ask for his contact information."

When the Ferrari roared away, Qiao Liu suddenly remembered that she should ask Chen Bing for a phone number.