The Female Lead Decides to Act Wickedly

Chapter 975 - 376: My Sister Was Reborn (The End)

"Are you Tiantian He?"

Paul looked up and down at He Tiantian, and when he read the name "Tiantian He," his pronunciation was a bit strange.

However, since it’s his most familiar name, He Tiantian managed to figure out that he was indeed referring to her.

She nodded obediently and greeted him courteously in fluent French: "Hello, Mr. Paul!"

"Heaven? You, you really are an adult?"

Paul knew that Oriental people often appear younger, but the young girl before him, tall and slender, with rosy complexion, seemed perfectly like a high school student he could believe.

Yet, twenty-one years old?

It’s incredible, unbelievable!

Moreover, Paul was delighted to discover that Teacher Feng was indeed not lying to him.

This "He" was definitely a very beautiful girl.

Her skin was fair, her eyes large, her nose nicely shaped, her features delicate and well-defined.

With a head of long, black hair, she appeared youthful yet exuded great Oriental charm.

The whole person was like an exquisite and adorable Oriental porcelain doll.

The key was she was damn young.

Oh my heavens, this face, this pure temperament, these spiritual eyes, to say she is only fourteen or fifteen, someone might believe it too.

Paul is a down-to-earth businessman; everything in his view is merchandise.

His gallery doesn’t just sell paintings, it mostly operates on promoting painters!

Paul carefully looked at He Tiantian, finding she had numerous marketing points.

As long as He Tiantian’s paintings are not utterly trash, he has ways to package He Tiantian as an Oriental beauty painter.

Of course, even if the paintings don’t work, He Tiantian’s brilliant acting can fully showcase the artist style, and Paul can still make He Tiantian famous!

After all, various ideologies prevail in the art world, and not every famous artist produces great works.

As long as he can deceive and entice, even if it’s just painting the canvas black or sticking tape, drawing a few lines, he can sell them at a high price.

The moment Paul saw He Tiantian, several great packaging ideas for her had already formed in his mind.

"My heavens! These, are these all your paintings?"

But after the He sisters settled in, Paul was dumbfounded seeing the several pieces He Tiantian brought with her.

He was a gallery operator, a businessman by nature, but he possessed at least the basic art appreciation ability.

Whether a painting is good, its value might be influenced by mainstream styles, but insiders can immediately recognize its quality.

The foundation is right there, the figures, layout, colors... can’t be faked.

"...how did you do it? Look at this texture, look at this contour, it’s so naturally damn perfect!"

Paul almost hugged the paintings, trying to observe them carefully with a magnifying glass.

He knew that to achieve the effect in He Tiantian’s paintings, it should be a layer-by-layer overlay, using very skillful techniques to outline the figure’s textures.

Then making the flat paper feel three-dimensional.

This isn’t just a painting, it’s an opened window!

Paul was truly both surprised and delighted, but of course, he also had doubts.

Calming down, Paul seriously said to He Tiantian: "He! Are these truly your works? And not your teacher’s—"

Paul had learned from Teacher Feng that He Tiantian was a student at the Hua Country Central Academy of Fine Arts.

Her teacher was one of the most renowned oil painting masters in Hua Country.

Paul believed in the existence of genius painters, but the paintings before him were too mind-blowing.

He simply couldn’t imagine that such perfect works were created by a teenager, oh no, a twenty-one-year-old girl.

Because painting requires not only inspiration but also sufficient foundation.

Technique can be grasped suddenly through talent, but also requires years of accumulation.

Looking professionally, Paul estimated that completing the current paintings would need at least a genius painter with over ten years of foundational accumulation.

And this "He", she’s just twenty-one years old this year, reportedly only formally learned to paint for three years!

Impossible!

Unbelievable!

Paul’s heart was full of doubts, even faint anger—Is this Oriental doll treating Paul like a fool?

"Of course, I painted them! If you don’t believe it, you can come watch me create again!"

He Tiantian’s confident demeanor shone even brighter.

"Alright!" Watch, then watch.

Paul’s gallery was not large, with no fame or depth.