Before Mo Xiaoyu had time to draw pictures for models with Gu Ke, he received a call from senior brother Ding Anyi, asking him to come to the gallery as soon as possible, saying that there was a big business.
"Let's go now?" While Mo Xiaoyu was on the phone, Gu Keke went to the dressing room, changed and came out.
"Well, I still have something to do, let's do this first, and I will find you when I am ready to draw."
"Can't I go find you?" Gu Keke asked.
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"Okay, I see." Gu Keke's complexion changed, and he said unhappily.
Mo Xiaoyu didn't delay any longer, and drove out of the school directly, heading for Ding Anyi's gallery on Chunxi Road.
But after entering the door, he found that there was no one downstairs, but someone was talking upstairs, so Mo Xiaoyu called his senior brother, and Ding Anyi hurried down.
"Brother, what kind of big business is it?" Mo Xiaoyu didn't know what kind of medicine Ding Anyi sold in his gourd.
"Do you remember the last time I had a client who wanted to order a painting, and that woman came again."
"Why, haven't you finished the painting yet?" Mo Xiaoyu knows what's going on here, so don't be fooled, and Mo Xiaoyu will not do such a thing of betraying dignity. I have a lot of skills, but I just need the opportunity to accompany the guests Don't do anything about going to bed.
"The painting was finished, but she brought another person, also a woman, to see that the painting I drew was good, so"
"Then you just keep painting, two hundred thousand?" Mo Xiaoyu wanted to laugh a little, but he didn't dare to laugh out loud. Ding Anyi is also his senior brother after all, so there is still some face to be given.
"It's a pity, my client still needs to draw a picture, so I can't handle it. Didn't I ask you to come here?" Ding Anyi laughed.
"Brother, I can't handle it either." Mo Xiaoyu smiled, thinking, isn't it just a double fly, and he can't handle it, it's a joke.
"It's really not good, let's go, see the customer first, if you are not satisfied, it is not too late to postpone." Regardless of whether Mo Xiaoyu agreed or not, Ding Anyi directly dragged Mo Xiaoyu up to the second floor.
Mo Xiaoyu still has an impression of the woman who came last time, but he has never seen the other one, but what Mo Xiaoyu doesn't understand is, how can such a pretty and easy-going woman be so good? To the man?
However, regarding this point, Mo Xiaoyu guessed wrong, not that they couldn't find a man, but that there were too many men chasing them, men could find many women if they had money, then women could play with men even if they had money, now this Society is not a single patriarchal society, but a single money society.
"This is my younger brother, Mr. Mo Xiaoyu, who is also a top-notch painter. Xiaoyu, this is Ms. Sophie, from Paris." Ding Anyi said.
Mo Xiaoyu glanced at Ding Anyi, and knew what this guy meant. I'm afraid he was not introducing his first-rate painting skills, but that he was first-rate in bed skills. Then he looked at the woman, her face remained unchanged. Looking at Mo Xiaoyu Yu seemed to be looking at a commodity, and Mo Xiaoyu felt a panic in his heart, thinking, Ding Anyi, Ding Anyi, you are a gallery, not a kiln.
"I want to customize a painting, can Mr. Mo?"
"Okay, brother, I can borrow your brushes and paints, I didn't bring them." Mo Xiaoyu looked around and said.
"What are you doing?" Ding Anyi winked at Mo Xiaoyu, but Mo Xiaoyu turned a blind eye.
"Are you painting here or at my hotel?" Sophie asked with a smile.
"I'm sorry, Ms. Su, I only paint in the gallery, not door-to-door." Mo Xiaoyu said.
"Oh?" Sophie looked at Ding Anyi, then at the woman, and said, "Okay, let's paint here."
Ding Anyi looked at Mo Xiaoyu and thought to himself, is this guy really ignorant or just pretending to be stupid? This Sophie is very good. If she came alone, I would definitely come to serve her, but she still has to draw for old customers.
Seeing that Ding Anyi brought paints and brushes, Mo Xiaoyu set up a painting shelf and asked Sophie to sit two or three meters in front of her on a high stool with her right foot on the ground and her left foot in the middle of the high stool On the beam at the position, the long hair was pulled into a lock and pulled to one side of the shoulder. It looked very cute, with a hint of mischievousness in it. These movements were arranged by Mo Xiaoyu in the past for her.
Generally, this kind of sketching can't be done well in a few hours, and it's all fast, but Mo Xiaoyu picked up the pencil, looked at Sophie, looked at the drawing paper, and wrote the pen unambiguously. After a while, Sophie's pencil outline was drawn.
At the beginning, Ding Anyi and the woman still had a spectator attitude,??After watching it for a while, Ding Anyi, an expert, saw that the way was coming. Mo Xiaoyu was extremely ruthless, but also extremely accurate. There were almost no places that needed to be erased. Pigment toning, step by step, meticulous.
During the period, Sophie also came to have a look at herself, and found that the pencil drawing was already very similar, so she looked forward to what the colored picture would look like.
Sophie's clothes today are extremely difficult to describe, because she is wearing a white dress. Although she has a red shawl, her face is very small. A person in white clothes is depicted on the white paper. How to describe it?
However, when Mo Xiaoyu drew her high-heeled sandals and painted them in color, they looked exactly like the photos. Even the stockings on her feet could be distinguished. The white skirt blocked half of her calves, while the other The high heel of the foot just caught the beam of the high stool, not artificial at all, looking natural, peaceful and graceful.
At this time, Ding Anyi finally understood why Mo Xiaoyu said that he would do nothing but paint. He has a lot of skills, and skills are confidence.
Sophie finally saw herself painted by Mo Xiaoyu, with a slight smile at the corner of her mouth, a strand of black hair falling from her forehead, and even the oil paint on her nails, all so realistic, but not completely realistic, how should I put it, This is just like a photo taken by a beauty camera, completely satisfying a woman's vanity.
Sophie couldn't help thinking of the nude bed photo she saw at her friend's house. If she painted such a picture herself, it would be many times better than her friend's. This artist surnamed Mo is indeed extraordinary.
"Well, very good, very good, how much?" Sophie asked.
"Forget it, let me give it to you, isn't it just a painting, I believe you will not sell this painting, keep it as a souvenir, and it's not in vain to come to Tangzhou." Mo Xiaoyu wiped his hands and said.
"Thank you, Mr. Mo, may I leave your contact information?" Sophie asked politely.
"Can". Mo Xiaoyu didn't have a business card, so he took out his cell phone and called Sophie.
Ding Anyi also saw a business opportunity from Mo Xiaoyu. If his gallery could sell Mo Xiaoyu's paintings on consignment, it might be a shortcut to making a fortune. Thinking of this, he couldn't help laughing. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com