My years as a menswear boss

After Dantès and Albert made an appointment, they were ready to leave. On the way to France, they returned to Monte Cristo.

Jiqiu had a premonition that she would stay in Paris for a long time this time, so she brought Xiaojuzi, Ali, the special excrement shoveler, and Grossi.

"Have you ever been to Paris?" Jiqiu asked Grossi next to him.

Grossi touched the orange-white cat under his hand, "I have been there. At that time, we were taken to the Paris Opera House to perform and stayed there briefly."

Since Grossi became Jiqiu's exclusive model, he will wear men's clothing all the time except when he is working. He is now wearing a custom-made suit, but his facial features are gorgeous, and he looks more like a woman in men's clothing.

"I think it's good to stay on the island of Monte Cristo. You don't have to worry about me being bored there."

Grossi hated others treating him as a woman. Once when he was molested as a woman when he went to Florence, he punched and broke the bridge of the man's nose.

But no one, except on Monte Cristo, thought he was a man.Over time, Grossi hated going out more and more.

Jiqiu twitched the corner of her mouth, "You are overthinking, I just think the scenery of Paris is very good, and I should be able to get more inspiration. You know, the paintings with you as a model are worth more and more every year."

"Your lord is really a diligent and thrifty housekeeper." Grossi became angry with embarrassment, with a hint of yin and yang in his tone.

"...Thank you for the compliment." Jiqiu scratched his head embarrassingly, "My father said that too."

Grossi felt that he had punched the cotton, and the flame that had just risen was blown out, "Let me tell you first, I don't wear weird clothes."

"Oh, it's all up to you." Jiqiu smiled gently, and she desperately reminded herself that the girly person in front of her was a man, and she didn't need to pity her.

The purpose of Dantès going to Paris is for revenge. In order to make the plan go smoothly, he decided to break into the social circle of the upper class in Paris first, and then open up the Paris market with the new type of textile machine purchased from England.

Jiqiu and Dantès came to Paris, rested for a day, and then attended a ball held by a businessman.

"You can rest for a few more days." Dantès helped Jiqiu tie his bow tie, he felt a little distressed when he saw the tired look on his son's face.

Jiqiu cheered up quickly, "No, I want to go with you!"

She didn't want Dantès to complete the act of revenge alone, so that she could just enlighten him when he was mentally broken.

"Master, we should go." Jacob said aside, he felt that Dantès was more like a mother than a father, even though the little master was gone.

During the carnival, Dantès would wait for Jiqiu to go home every night in the living room. At his own age, he had already become an experienced sailor and spent many hungry and full meals on the ship. day.

Jiqiu stayed one step behind Dantès, and she stepped into the hall, attracting many people's attention.

Dantès introduced Jiqiu to the men in his business contacts, and at the same time went to talk to them about the British textile machinery.

Jiqiu held a goblet and drank some wine. To her surprise, the name Simon Roche turned out to be the key to the Parisian social circle, which even Dantès did not expect.

"It really surprised me." Jiqiu used the excuse of going out to get some fresh air, and got rid of a lot of businessmen who tried to chat with her, and some even asked her directly to order works from her, and the price was higher than the other. .

Jiqiu lit a cigarette, and Gu Qianwang didn't want to take a puff, but held it between his fingers, smelling the smell of burning tobacco.

Only at this time, she can imagine that the detective teacher is beside her, calming her down.

"Hello." An anxious voice sounded in Jiqiu's ear.

Jiqiu turned her head and found that it was a man with brown hair. She looked very cold, "Sorry, I don't have any paintings that I want to sell, and I don't accept pre-order works."

"No, I don't want to buy your paintings, Mr. Luo Xi." The red-haired man stood up straight and made a slight courtesy to Jiqiu, "I am a Dutch businessman, and my elder brother is also a painter, but his The work doesn't seem to be popular with the general public. Can you tell me how you made your name in Paris with your style?"

'Because my dad invited me to sailors. Jiqiu said silently in her heart. When she first sold her paintings, Dantès sent someone to buy her paintings at a high price to create momentum for her in the Paris art market. Many nouveau riche specially chose Her paintings were hung in her home, and gradually, more and more people paid a lot of money to buy her paintings of Grossi.

"Timing." After a long time, Jiqiu uttered a sentence. She felt that the most important thing for her was to catch up with a good time period. Napoleon fell, the classical school of painting gradually declined, and the realist school of painting gradually rose. The work gave the classicist painting school the final blow, and now Paris is basically dominated by the realist painting school.

The brown-haired businessman looked at the young man in front of him lazily leaning on the railing, holding a half-burned cigarette in his hand, his golden eyes appearing and disappearing in the smoke, giving people a dangerous feeling, but attracting people to step forward .

Jiqiu noticed that he didn't have a beard, and looked at him in his 20s, "Are you Dutch?"

"Yes, my name is Theo Vander, and I am also a Parisian art dealer." Theo's attitude is modest, perhaps because he is engaged in art-related business. He has a calm temperament and looks very reliable.

"Hiss—" the ash on the cigarette fell onto her hand, and Jiqiu couldn't help but take a deep breath. She didn't look at her hot red hand for the first time, "Excuse me, what did you say is your name?"

Theo immediately reached out to take the cigarette from Jiqiu's hand, and he repeated his name again, "My name is Theo Vander, Mr. Rosie."

"Please take good care of your hands. A painter's hand is the most precious thing."

"What's your brother's name?" Jiqiu asked, suppressing his shock.

"His name is Vincent Vander."

Jiqiu's brain slowed down when she heard this name, which is widely heard in later generations. This is one of the greatest painters in human history. Even her Fauvism originated from Vander according to the original historical track.

Even those who don't understand art know his "Starry Sky" and "Sunflower". Countless people have a copy of one of these two paintings in their homes, and there are endless derivatives of his works.

Countless people even wrote biographies for him, and the sales volume of his picture album was the best.Auction houses in later generations will sell sky-high prices as long as it is signed by him. As long as art museums have his works, they are the treasures of town halls.

And now, the younger brother of this outstanding painter is asking her why her brother's paintings cannot be sold.

"What do you think of your brother's paintings?" Jiqiu said slowly, gradually calming down.

"His paintings incorporate his own emotions. I believe that anyone who can appreciate them will be shocked by his emotions." Theo said firmly.

"You must love your brother very much." Jiqiu waved away the smoke in front of her eyes, she looked at Theo who was full of trust, and she remembered a sentence that later generations commented on the two brothers, "Without Theo, there would be no great Vincent." special. '

Theo finally saw clearly this young painter who was highly rated in Paris. He had a harmless facial features. He was not very tall but had an outstanding temperament, more like a nobleman living in the Palace of Versailles.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Vander." Jiqiu extended his hand friendly.

It was the first time Theo had physical contact with this young man. When he held Mr. Rosie's hand, it was more like holding a warm jade, reminiscent of oriental white jade, "It's a pleasure to meet you too, Rosie gentlemen."

Jiqiu thought that when she came out, she left her guardian alone among the merchants to help her deal with those merchants who wanted to order her works.

Theo was to Vincent what Dantès was to herself, her rare conscience appeared, reminding her to clean up her mess.

Theo watched the young man get up from the railing, apparently returning to the ball, he tried his best not to touch the artist's annoying point, and did not follow.

Jiqiu walked halfway, and suddenly turned around, "Mr. Fan De, if it's convenient, can you introduce your brother for me?"

"Of course!" Theo's eyes lit up, thinking of his eccentric brother, or many friends, who could stabilize his mood. He believed that Mr. Luo Xi must have a common language with his brother.

Jiqiu returned to the ball, looking at the old father with a stiff smile, she leaned over obediently, "Are you okay?"

Dantès put his hand on the back of Jiqiu's neck and squeezed it hard, "What do you think?"

"I didn't do it on purpose. I was scared just now. After all, I didn't expect the French to be so enthusiastic." Jiqiu said in a low voice.

"They are not passionate about you, but they are passionate about the name Simon Roche."

Dantès took Jiqiu to a corner, he gestured with his eyes, "Did you see that man?"

Jiqiu followed his gaze, "That bearded man?"

"He offered 50 francs, just wanting you to make a painting for his wife." Dantès said calmly.

Jiqiu's pupils widened instantly, "A lot of money."

Dantès' complexion became strange, "You only saw money?! The most important thing is that your painting school has been recognized in Paris."

"No, the realistic painting school is just my improvement on the basis of my predecessors, and the painting school that really belongs to me is still in a dark corner." Jiqiu said, her goal is to make Fauvism recognized.

For a moment, Dantès didn't know how to evaluate his son, if he regarded Simon as an artist.

But he only cares about the selling price of a painting. If he regards Simon as a producer, but he pursues an extremely high goal in life.