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

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

"Yes, when Grandma Shen was young, she was abroad and loved foreign oil paintings. This "Sunrise" by Master Poreves is a famous painting that Grandma Shen has always remembered. I happened to know who was collecting this painting at the Paris Academy of Fine Arts. It took a lot of effort to get the collector to give up the love."

Cao Minghui nodded and said with a little smug smile.

On Grandma Shen’s 70th birthday, it would be hard for her to give her such a painting.

"Do you like oil painting? Remember that there is a gallery on the roadside not far from the villa... Since you have helped, then be good people to do it to the end." Chen Bing touched his chin and muttered a few times.

"Old Grandma Shen is here!"

At this time, someone around him whispered.

The originally noisy hall suddenly became quiet, and the people who came to attend the birthday party gathered from all over the place.

At the entrance of the stairs on the second floor, Grandma Shen walked downstairs surrounded by the head of the Luo family, Xue’s father and mother, Sha Jianxue and other juniors.

Chen Bing looked at the smiling birthday star, and then gently walked to the little beauty.

This little beauty is a relative of Sha Jianxue and she had just met her a while ago.

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

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

Jiang Biyan, who was standing by, was always on Chen Bing's side. When she saw Chen Bing walk out, she thought about it and squeezed out, waved to the assistant at the door, and after giving a few instructions in her ear, she caught up with Chen Bing.

"What's wrong with that guy?"

Someone around Cao Minghui noticed Chen Bing's movement and couldn't help but whisper.

"This guy seems to be coming empty-handed. Could it be that he didn't prepare a gift? He just said that he had mentioned the gallery. He probably learned that Grandma Shen likes oil paintings and went to the nearby gallery to buy paintings."

A man whispered.

"Go to the Qiaomu Gallery on the side of the road to buy paintings and give to Grandma Shen? He can think of it!" Someone sneered in a low voice.

Although it is good to meet her preferences, you have to think about what Grandma Shen is? How could ordinary paintings catch her eye?

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

Cao Minghui smiled a little surprised.

He tried his best to use Chen Bing as his opponent, but it turned out that he overestimated the opponent.

He was born in the army and had strong combat effectiveness, but he was very immature in terms of human nature and worldly affairs.

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

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

"Squad leader, why are you here?" Chen Bing was a little surprised.

"You haven't invited me, it's not easy to come back later. I'm fine here, so I'm just here to help you. If you want to buy a gift, I can also help you." Jiang Biyan laughed, a bit like when she was back in college.

"Okay." Chen Bing thought so.

The security guard of the manor did not recognize him, and it would be another trouble to ask Sha Jianxue to come out to pick him up.

Without saying nonsense, Chen Bing started the engine and quickly left the manor, running towards the gallery that was not too far away.

About five minutes later, in front of the "Qiaomu Gallery", a red Ferrari stopped suddenly.

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

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

This gallery was opened by Qiao Liu's family. Qiao Liu came to help check out the store when she was free tonight. She was lying on the cashier in boredom. When she saw a customer coming in, she immediately became excited and thought that business would finally come to her door.

Fortunately, the family didn't live by this gallery, otherwise her family would have gone to the northwest wind long ago.

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

Qiao Liu said enthusiastically.

The two of them drove a Ferrari, dressed in extraordinary clothes, and might be able to do a considerable business.

"You have canvas, paints, and brushes here, right?" Chen Bing asked Qiao Liu directly without saying nonsense.

"Yes, but the quality I sell here is better. They are all imported from abroad, which is much more expensive than the ones 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 her truthfully.

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

Chen Bing waved his hand.

"Aren't you here to buy paintings? What are you doing for buying paints and canvases?" Jiang Biyan asked strangely.

Like Cao Minghui and the others, Jiang Biyan also thought Chen Bing was holding a rush in an emergency, so she wanted to come to the gallery to buy paintings for Shen Shouxing.

Jiang Biyan followed him and wanted to help Chen Bing check it out. If there were valuable paintings in the gallery, she would help buy them.

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

"Total 1,500." Qiao Liu took out all the things Chen Bing wanted, a whole set of brushes, paints, canvases, etc.

"Thank you, and I want to borrow your studio for a while, is it okay?"

Chen Bing paid the money and then asked Qiao Liu.

In the gallery, there is a small studio with easels and other tools in the interior.

"There are no ones now, you can use them, just don't move the tools inside."

Qiao Liu looked at Chen Bing with a little surprise.

What does this person mean? Do you want to check if the paint is worth the price, or do you want to draw here?

Qiao Liu couldn't figure it out.

She was not very interested in oil painting, but she had opened such a gallery at home, so it was difficult for her to know nothing about oil painting.

Oil paintings cannot be drawn in a short while. As long as you check the paint, Qiao Liu is even more afraid.

The things sold in her gallery are genuine and are never afraid of checking.

"No, do you really want to draw here?"

Then, Qiao Liu watched Chen Bing enter the studio, lay the canvas he had just bought on the easel, and after making some preparations, he began to use the canvas to smoke the paint and start painting.

"But don't wait until 10 o'clock when I close the store. He still has to drag it away and prevent me from leaving."

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 ease, and some people will nag in their ears a hundred times, saying that the thing is not the case, and then they will reluctantly pay and take away the things.

Qiao Liu felt that she might meet another strange guest tonight.

"No, he is moving so fast. Is he really drawing? Did he just buy paint and apply it on the canvas and count it?"

But Qiao Liu then felt something was wrong.

She saw that Chen Bing was moving too fast, and normal painting could not be so fast. In her opinion, Chen Bing seemed to have pinched paint and applied it to the canvas.

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

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

Qiao Liu couldn't help but be stunned when his eyes fell on the canvas, and then his eyes became wider and wider.

What the hell is this?

This person is really painting oil paintings!

But his speed is faster than others drawing sketches!

More importantly, looking at his flowing and flowing without any redundant movements, Qiao Liu was deeply attracted by it just after a glance.

Next to Qiao Liu, Jiang Biyan had already looked shocked and could not 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 take action, and she realized it when an oil painting was formed in front of her at an astonishing speed.

But how is this possible?

Is this really drawn by Chen Bing?

She thought she knew Chen Bing very well, but never knew that Chen Bing could paint oil paintings, and she was still so good!

Even though she knew nothing about oil painting, she was instantly fascinated.

...

On the canvas, apply the last piece of paint.

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

The two felt that it had been a long time, but when they saw that it had only been more than fifteen minutes in total!

"Sorry, I want another picture frame. Can you help me get one?"

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

This oil painting is almost wet, and it cannot move around before it is dry, but now Chen Bing has no time to wait for it to dry, so he can only use a picture frame to fix it away.

"Okay, wait."

Qiao Liu was a little unresponsive. She took Chen Bing a picture frame in a daze, collected the money in a daze, and watched Chen Bing leave.

"No, I forgot to ask him for contact information."

After Ferrari roared away, Qiao Liu suddenly remembered that she should have asked Chen Bing for a phone number.
Chapter completed!