After getting the information about Mrs. Leta from his secretary, Fang Lang changed into plain clothes and went directly to the Mahogany Gallery on Avenida Bianca in Rio de Janeiro.
I wandered around the gallery like a tourist for a while and found that most of the paintings in this gallery were oil paintings.
As for the quality of the paintings, Fang Lang could only distinguish between those that he could understand and those that he couldn't.
As a gallery, it is actually a place for selling paintings, so of course there will be people coming out to receive guests.
However, the receptionists are very polite and will wait for the guests to appreciate and choose the items by themselves. They will only come forward to introduce the situation when they signal them to come forward.
After Fang Lang looked around, he lost interest and called the gallery owner directly:
"Sir, I heard that there was an art exhibition for women here a week ago, right?"
The owner of the gallery is a middle-aged man with an artistic temperament. He has long chestnut hair tied behind his head and wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, which makes him look very elegant.
He replied with a surprised look:
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"Yes, sir. Do you want to buy Ms. Nessia's paintings?"
"Oh! So the lady's name is Nessia! I wonder if that painting here is the work of Ms. Nessia?"
Galleries do not hold art exhibitions every day. Having one exhibition in a month is already a lot.
In addition, she is a female painter, so it is almost certain that the female painter who held the exhibition a week ago was Mrs. Leta.
After hearing Fang Lang's question, the gallery owner said with a strange expression:
“I’m very sorry, that exhibition was funded by Ms. Nessia herself, and she borrowed the venue of our gallery to hold a private exhibition for a week.
Unfortunately, the results were not very ideal, and no one paid for Ms. Nessia's paintings.
Therefore, I do not have any paintings by Ms. Nessia in my collection. "
Hearing this, Fang Lang smiled. In his mind, he had already formed a rough judgment of Mrs. Leta's painting level.
The gallery owner was obviously speaking in a rather reserved manner. It was estimated that if Mrs. Leta had not offered a high venue fee, he would not have been willing to let her hold an exhibition here!
"I want to buy a painting by Ms. Nessia. Can you help me make the contact?"
"That's fine, but sir, are you serious?"
The gallery owner looked incredulous and a little stunned.
Seeing Fang Lang nodded affirmatively, the boss no longer hesitated, said sorry, and went to the office to make a phone call.
At this time, in a luxurious villa in a wealthy area of Rio de Janeiro, a lady who looked to be about 30 years old and had a graceful figure was looking at the paintings in the warehouse with a depressed look on her face.
This woman is indeed General Leta’s wife, Ms. Nasia.
She is General Leta's second wife. When General Leta met her, she was just a student because she was very beautiful.
While working at a cocktail party, he accidentally spilled wine on General Leta's clothes and got to know General Leta.
Because of her youth and beauty, she quickly captured General Leta, and eventually defeated the original wife and successfully took the throne.
General Leta hoped that she could be a vase at home like his ex-wife, but Ms. Nessia was obviously unwilling to follow his ex-wife's old path.
Therefore, General Leta kept making trouble. In order to make her feel at ease at home, he once saw her painting at home and praised her highly, suggesting that she could become a painter in the future.
As a result, Ms. Nessia believed it and became a professional painter at home. She even pestered her husband to hold a professional art exhibition for her.
Unfortunately, her work was not recognized by anyone except her husband.
After the exhibition, Nessia was very disappointed and suspected that General Leta had deceived him.
Therefore, General Leta has not been treated well recently.
Just when Nessia was feeling depressed, the gallery suddenly called and said that a buyer wanted to purchase one of her paintings for collection.
This simply made her ecstatic.
She shared the good news with her husband as soon as possible. General Leta's first reaction to the good news was disbelief.
How could this happen? That blind collector would fall in love with his wife's paintings.
Of course, he couldn't answer his wife like this. He just happily expressed his blessings to his wife and arranged for his orderly to go home to help his wife move the paintings.
When Fang Lang followed the gallery owner to Ms. Nesia's home, he saw this lady, who was 175 cm tall and had a charming figure. She was waiting outside the door for the arrival of the distinguished guest with a smile on her face, accompanied by an orderly.
The wife felt very strange when she saw an Asian face coming to buy his paintings.
After exchanging greetings, they asked directly:
“Is this Mr. Fang Japanese?”
After hearing what Mrs. Leta said, Fang Lang was so angry that he almost fumed. He cursed in his heart: Your mother is Japanese, your whole family is Japanese.
But thinking of the purpose of his trip, he suppressed his anger and said:
"Excuse me ma'am, I am Chinese. Why do you ask this ma'am?"
After hearing Fang Lang's answer, Madam Leta patted her chest twice and said:
"It's good that they're not Japanese. I don't want to sell my work to those Japanese bastards."
Fang Lang's mood instantly improved after hearing these words. It seemed that General Leta's education of his wife was very successful! It was worthwhile for him to spend a lot of money to buy his work.
"Madam, I have to say that we think alike on this point. Now I am even more looking forward to seeing your masterpiece."
After hearing this, Mrs. Leta laughed so hard that she shook with laughter, and several men almost couldn't control themselves.
Fang Lang couldn't help but sigh in his heart that General Leta was very lucky! I wonder if this sister Nesia has a sister similar to him? Fang Lang expressed that he really wanted to establish a deep friendship with her.
It was a pity that there were outsiders present and Fang Lang couldn't ask Mrs. Leta.
Led by Mrs. Leta and the orderly, they quickly arrived at the warehouse where the paintings were stored.
As the orderly displayed the paintings one by one, Fang Lang finally understood why the gallery owner was reluctant to sell Ms. Nessia's works.
This is totally a child's doodle! And it's at the level of a kindergarten child.
Fortunately, Fang Lang did not come here to buy these paintings because he admired them. Resisting the urge to cover his face, Fang Lang pointed at a painting that should be the sun and said excitedly:
"Oh my god! This is the artwork I'm looking for. Look at the use of colors, how romantic. This colorful sun is as charming as a girl's dream.
Looking at the colorful lights reminds me of that early morning at the seaside when my first love and I sat on the beach admiring the rising sun. Everything was so beautiful.
Madam, I want this painting. How much is your price?
Fang Lang's nonsense made Ms. Nessia a little confused. She kept recalling when she had painted such a sun. It seemed that she had only painted a few fried eggs. Could it be that she remembered it wrongly?
But today I finally met my soulmate. Isn’t it just a girl’s dream?
Sitting on the beach with their first love and admiring the rising sun, they must have spent a romantic night!
What a pity that I have never had such an experience! I am so envious.
Hearing Fang Lang asking about the price, the gallery owner next to him finally spoke:
"Mr. Fang, you are a very discerning collector. Our gallery estimates that Ms. Nessia's work is worth five hundred dollars per piece."
The gallery owner blushed slightly when he said the price.
Fang Lang knew that if he found a painter and bought his paintings through a gallery, the gallery would definitely take a portion of the profits. However, in the current situation, it was impossible for Fang Lang to kick the gallery out and deal with Mrs. Leta alone.
"What? How can Ms. Nessia's work be sold so cheaply? This is an insult to art. No, this work is worth at least $10,000. Not $15,000.
Ms. Nessia, I wonder if you can accept this price!"
The three of them stared at the fool in front of them in amazement. When Nesia heard Fang Lang's words, she felt like she was dreaming. Was she really a talented artist?
The gallery owners now doubt whether they have fallen behind the times and have failed to discover the essence of Ms. Nessia's works.
General Leta's orderly was confused. This kid's doodle is worth $15,000? The map I drew by peeing on the ground is more beautiful than this!
After all, he is a businessman. The gallery owner was the first to react:
"Mr. Fang is right. We are too superficial and fail to see the artistry of Ms. Nessia's work. Fifteen thousand dollars is a very appropriate price for this work, right, Ms. Nessia?"
Hearing the gallery owner's question, Mrs. Leta, who had been a little dizzy, finally came to her senses and said:
"Ah! This... I don't quite understand the price issue. Since Mr. Fang really likes it, let's sell this work to him!"
"Thank you for your generosity, Ms. Nessia. It is my honor to collect your works. I wonder how I can pay you more conveniently!"
With the help of the gallery owner, Fang Lang successfully spent 15,000 US dollars to buy back an oil painting from Mrs. Leta, which was not sure whether it was the sun or a fried egg.
After seeing Fang Lang and the gallery owner off, Mrs. Leta was unable to wake up from this dreamlike scene for a long time.
Her first reaction was to share her joy with her husband.
"Dear, do you know? I finally sold my first painting. I am so happy. Thank you, dear, it is because of your encouragement that I can achieve what I have today!"
General Leta, who was working in the office, picked up the microphone, listened to his wife's cheers, and started laughing. It seemed that he would have a pleasant night tonight.
He picked up the coffee on the table and took a sip.
"Really? Congratulations, dear. I didn't lie to you! I've always said your work is great. Believe me, you will succeed.
I wonder how much your work sold for this time?"
"Fifteen thousand dollars, honey, can you believe it? Fifteen thousand dollars."
General Leta couldn't hold back the coffee he had just drunk and spat it out in one gulp.
He is not a young man who is ignorant of the world. He knows very well what his wife's works are like. How could anyone spend such a high price to buy a casual doodle?
After wiping the coffee off his mouth, General Leta finally calmed down and said:
"Oh! You are wonderful, dear. Can you tell me the identity of this collector?"
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