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Chapter 335 A chance encounter with Xia Mimi and Xia Jiji

As soon as he returned to the courtyard, Su Mingzhe received a call from Tang Yun:

"Hello, Mr. Su, I am Tang Yun."

"Hello, Tang Yun."

Tang Yun heard Su Mingzhe's voice and asked quickly:

"Mr. Su, I just contacted my teacher. He can send the painting out today. It will probably be delivered on Monday. Is there a time that is convenient for you to come and see it?"

"Next Monday..."

Su Mingzhe thought for a while and realized that he would take Jiang Jiao back to Dongshan Island on Monday.

However, when Su Mingzhe thought of the painting, he couldn't help but ask:

"Does your teacher have many works? If so, I can come to see them without having to bother him with sending them back and forth."

Tang Yun was shocked by Su Mingzhe's words:

"Mr. Su, did you buy the painting review?"

Su Mingzhe was afraid that the other party would think that he was some kind of 'calligraphy and painting wholesaler', so he could only explain:

"I just bought two courtyard houses and they have been renovated, but the walls are bare. I just want to hang some paintings to add an antique charm."

"Oh, that's right. Then I need to contact my teacher again."

Tang Yun knew that her teacher had many paintings, but how many of them could reach the level of "The Stormy Waves"? That needed to be asked again.

After hanging up Su Mingzhe's phone, Tang Yun called her teacher again.

When Xia Te heard Tang Yun's question, he didn't know how to answer it for a moment. He could only reply "a lot".

Needless to say, there is no need to talk about his works before he became a teacher.

During the nearly twenty years that he has been a teacher, Schatt has continued to create every day.

On average, one piece of work is published every month.

If you calculate it this way, two hundred pairs is too low.

However, although the number of his works is large, only a small part are ink paintings, and most of them are oil paintings.

Tang Yun got a reply from Chat, confirming that Su Mingzhe could be sent over, and then hung up the phone.

Later, Tang Yun called Su Mingzhe again and explained the situation.

"Okay, please send your contact information and address. I should have time to go over and take a look next Tuesday or Wednesday."

Su Mingzhe asked for Chat's contact information and hung up the phone.

When he listened to Tang Yun's introduction in the morning, he knew that the author of "The Turbulent Waves" was an unknown painter.

There are many such painters in reality. When he chatted with some elders, he often heard similar situations.

Generally, after the death of such a painter, his works will be purchased by some "art dealers", and then through various hypes, they will become famous all over the world.

To be honest, this kind of hype method is not particularly clever, and Su Mingzhe can also operate it.

It was around four o'clock in the afternoon.

Li Bala then came back with Jiang Jiao.

The two women seemed to get along fairly well.

Until Monday.

in the early morning,

Su Mingzhe took Jiang Jiao back to Dongshan Island by charter flight.

Dongshan Island originally had no airport, but Su Mingzhe spent a small billion to build a commuter airport.

Su Mingzhe took care of the company's affairs on Monday and drove to the city where Chater was located on Tuesday.

Haicheng, where Xia Te is located, is in Guangdong Province, not far from Dongshan Island.

Haicheng has a poor reputation.

It is estimated that except for locals, few outsiders know about such a place.

When Su Mingzhe rushed to Haicheng, Xia Te was still teaching students at school.

After receiving a call from Su Mingzhe, Xia Te went to his boss to ask for leave and hurried out.

"Hello, Teacher Xia, my name is Su Mingzhe."

Su Mingzhe took out his business card, which only had his name, mobile phone number and landline number on it.

Chat took the business card and was a little surprised at Su Mingzhe's age. He couldn't help but ask:

"Mr. Su looks so young. What kind of business does he do?"

"The business is a bit complicated. The family business is a restaurant, but I have built a fishery myself."

Su Mingzhe chatted casually with Chat and invited him to get in his car.

Before coming here this time, Su Mingzhe searched the road and knew that there were several mountain roads, so he drove a Land Rover over there cross-country.

This is the legendary millionaire car.

Chat looked at the black luxury car in front of him. In his forty years, this was the first time he had ridden in such a million-dollar luxury car.

And there are very few luxury cars comparable to this car in Haicheng.

After getting in the car, Xia Te was a little silent and pointed the way to Su Mingzhe's home.

Haicheng covers a large area and is divided into four urban areas: ancient city, Dongcheng, Old City and New District.

Chat's family lives in an old-fashioned villa in the old city. It can be seen that Chat's family used to live in luxury.

Just think about it. Thirty years ago, families who could let their children learn ink painting would be poor.

However, the walls of this villa have not been maintained for a long time and appear to be particularly dilapidated. Fifty or sixty percent of the wall paint that was originally supposed to be red has peeled off, and ivy has covered the walls, covering the windows on the first and second floors.

Although the Xia family has enjoyed prosperity, it is obvious that their fortunes are now in decline.

The two got out of the car, and Chat opened the door with the key. There was no decent furniture in the hall on the first floor of the house, and it looked empty.

Chat led Su Mingzhe upstairs directly:

"Mr. Su, please come with me."

The wooden floor creaks when you walk on it.

Su Mingzhe didn't say much and followed Chater to a studio on the second floor.

Haicheng is close to the sea and the air is humid.

It is difficult to preserve ink paintings, so Chatter wrapped each painting layer by layer with oil paper.

"Mr. Xia's work is well preserved."

Su Mingzhe took the first one and opened it slowly. It was the one he saw on the flyer, "The Stormy Waves."

Although there are waves in the painting, there are not many waves. There is only a fishing boat tilting forward. The sailor has a determined face and is swinging the reins towards a rope pile in the distance. His struggling expression seems to be trying hard.

Stabilize your body's center of gravity.

"Mr. Xia, I like your painting very much."

Su Mingzhe took a brief look, couldn't help but praise, wrapped it in oil paper again, and then asked:

"I wonder if I can see Mr. Xia's other works?"

Xia Te did not hesitate and opened several boxes behind him, revealing scrolls of paintings, and said to Su Mingzhe:

"There are all of them, about fifty pairs."

When he said these words, he looked a little nervous and was hesitating whether to show Su Mingzhe his oil paintings.

He has a terminal illness.

The doctor said that the cost of surgery would be high and the success rate would be low.

If treated conservatively, you can only live another two to three years.

If it is not treated, you may live for a year.

He wanted to sell more paintings, not to treat himself, but to leave some wealth for his two underage children.

Su Mingzhe didn't know the situation of these Chats, but after asking for Chat's permission, he started to screen them one by one.

In business, if he comes to buy paintings, he must inspect the goods carefully.

Later, while marking each work, he took a pen and wrote it down in a small book.

Su Mingzhe had just checked more than twenty pairs when the sound of a piano suddenly came from the first floor.

A smile appeared on Chat's originally nervous face, and he said to Su Mingzhe:

"Mr. Su, my daughter is back from school. How about we go downstairs to eat first and then watch?"

"no problem."

Su Mingzhe checked more than 20 works in a row and was a little tired of aesthetics. It was good to take a rest.

The two of them walked out of the studio, the piano was still playing.

Su Mingzhe followed the sound curiously and saw that a girl of twelve or thirteen years old was sitting next to the piano, playing as if no one else was around.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Su, this is my second daughter Xia Mimi, who has been obsessed with piano since she was a child."

Chat thought the sound of the piano had disturbed Su Mingzhe, so he took two quick steps, came downstairs, and said to his daughter: "Mimi, there are important guests at home. Can you stop playing the piano at noon today?"

I have to say that when Chat spoke to his daughter, his tone was particularly gentle and full of fatherly love.

When Su Mingzhe was confused that the girl's name was similar to the heroine in his left ear, when the girl turned her head and looked at the delicate and pure face, she couldn't help but said:

"Mr. Xia, it's okay. Miss Xia must be self-taught. It sounds very good. I can tell that your daughter is very talented in music."

"This child is self-taught and has never had music lessons."

When Chat talked about this incident, his face was filled with guilt.

A music tutor costs thousands of dollars a month.

He is just an ordinary high school art teacher. He has always been short of money and cannot afford so much money.

"Do you know what I play?"

The girl suddenly interrupted the chat between Su Mingzhe and her father, her eyes flashed, and asked: "How do you know that I am self-taught?"

"You're playing "The Shepherd's Piccolo."

Su Mingzhe smiled and said: "The reason why I know you are self-taught is because I heard that your fingering is very flexible, but there are some common sense mistakes."

Say it, Su Mingzhe walked over and asked the girl Xia Mimi to get up, and he played it again himself.

The girl Xia Mimi had been paying attention to Su Mingzhe's fingers, and her eyes suddenly became very bright, just like in martial arts, when she suddenly mastered martial arts.

"Just give me a moment and I'll give it a try."

"good."

Su Mingzhe stepped aside, and the girl Xia Mimi sat back and started playing again.

I have to say, this Xia Mimi's musical talent is really amazing.

I just watched Su Mingzhe play it once and memorized the technique completely.

Su Mingzhe waited for her to finish playing, then couldn't help but praise:

"Little sister, you have such a high talent, you must grasp it well and don't waste it."

"I will."

Xia Mimi smiled confidently back at Su Mingzhe.

She didn't care much about things other than the piano. It was this simplicity and concentration that allowed her to perfectly develop her musical talent.

At this time, suddenly another girl's voice came:

"Dad, little sister, the food is ready."

Su Mingzhe followed Chat and Xia Mimi to the restaurant.

Chat's eldest daughter is not very old, at least fifteen or sixteen years old. She is wearing a school uniform and her figure is hard to tell, but her temperament is particularly pure.

In addition, both sisters Xia Mimi are very slim. Sister Xia Mimi seems to be about the same height as Jiang Jiao. Although Xia Mimi is still young, she is almost ready to marry Li Ba.

At this time, they were all sitting at the dinner table. Xia Te suddenly remembered and introduced to Su Mingzhe: "This is my eldest daughter Xia Jiji, and this is my youngest daughter Xia Mimi. These are my father's guests. Your names are Su."

Sir."

Su Mingzhe quickly waved his hand and said:

"Don't be so polite. My surname is Su and my given name is Mingzhe, which means bright philosophy. You can call me 'Brother Su'."

"Brother Su, hello."

Xia Mimi was the first to show a sunny smile, and Xia Jiji next to her could only smile gently: "Brother Su, hello."

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Su Mingzhe was sighing in his heart that he had met the two heroines in the world of "The Left Ear" again. When he heard the Xia Jiji sisters saying hello to him, he quickly said:

"Hello."


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