Chapter 125 Here comes Xiao Tingliang

Once you open a store, you don’t have to go out to shop; sitting in the store in the afternoon, there will always be people coming in, not necessarily for shopping, but more for selling. Readers have hidden good stones, and they will come if they want to sell or exchange them; those who weave knots and sell jade will also come to sell and consign;Mainlanders flock to Macao, and my store has never advertised to them, and has never benefited from it; but mainlanders are wandering all over the street, and one day, a handsome bearded man suddenly bumps in, "I am a painter, and I paint landscapes. Very famous." He was honest and blunt, introducing himself as if boasting.Ask him to write down his name, the words are too cursive, "Xiao... Xiao what? I have bad eyesight." Famous painters, I'm sorry, I only know Qi Baishi, Zhang Daqian, Xu Beihong, Cheng Shifa, Huang Yongyu...

"Xiao Tingliang." He said. "It's a pleasure to meet you, name, yes, I've heard of it, I've heard of it." Of course, it's a polite word. "Tomorrow, I'll bring a batch of paintings for you to look at. If you think it's okay, just pick some." He spoke bluntly without any detours. "How do you know about my store?" I asked. "I don't know, I'm walking around, and when I come across something, I just walk in." He said.Probably let him travel all over Macau, his mouth was dry, and he drank most of my bucket of water.

As soon as the bearded man left, I went online to check his details. "A famous Chinese painter, born in Liaoyang, Liaoning in 1949, his works have been collected by the Taiwan Strait Foundation and Mr. Gu Zhenfu many times... He has won awards in Korea and Japan many times, and his name has been included in the great works of Chinese art, such as..." Sure enough , has a bit of a background; the northerners are bold and dignified, and they don't seem to be here to brag. The next day, he brought more than a dozen ink paintings; his eyes lit up, and he secretly applauded: "Free travel, let mainland painters walk freely in the streets, it turns out there is also an advantage." I bought one, and he gave me one, seriously. He asked: "You collect it yourself; if you want to sell it, don't sell it cheap, it will affect my reputation, and it will be difficult to do things in the future." The painter Xiao Tingliang drank the remaining half of the bucket of water, and walked around the street again.

I bought a lot of things in a day, and almost spent all the royalties and manuscript fees; I opened a shop and lived my shopping addiction, and I was probably the first person in Hong Kong and Macau.