The so-called exhibition hall entrance referred to the area inside the main gate.

The China Art Museum had an antique-style pavilion design, with a roof of yellow glazed tiles and surrounding corridors and pavilions.

Su Yehao entered the art museum and glanced around casually.

He happened to see Miss Vera standing to the side, wearing a sleeveless little dress, paired with high heels, and carrying a blue Hermès Kelly bag.

Her slender neck and visible collarbones only enhanced her natural beauty. With a little grooming, her outfit perfectly complemented her temperament.

Usually, Vera dressed quite casually, prioritizing comfort.

To be honest.

Despite Su Yehao's own unkempt appearance, he enjoyed seeing girls dressed up meticulously. Even though the girls spent a lot of money each year on haute couture clothes, with millions of Hong Kong dollars reimbursed in the company's name, it was really pleasing to the eye.

Considering that Jiang Yu and the others represented the company's image, it was more or less reasonable to purchase some "work clothes" through Tian Yu Entertainment, avoiding additional corporate and individual income taxes.

Stopping, Su Yehao asked with a smile, "Why are you standing here?"

Vera crossed her arms and walked over, saying, "I'm here to pick up you, my big client. There are many tourists at the entrance, and I'm afraid people will misunderstand if they see us together."

Su Yehao clearly sensed that she seemed to be trying to draw a line, but he didn't care at all and continued, "You're supposed to be a European girl, aren't you? Why are you so timid? It's just normal socializing. Do you have to be so deliberate and sneaky?"

Vera had been ambushed by him two or three times.

She didn't dare to treat it as normal socializing and had already seen Su Yehao's predatory intentions.

But this girl did have some affection for Su Yehao, so she didn't dare to get too close.

Accompanying him towards the exhibition hall, Miss Vera replied, "I'm Portuguese, not French. I'm not bold enough to ignore all worldly attention for the sake of romance, thank you."

Su Yehao didn't dwell on this issue and took the opportunity to sigh, "Speaking of which, Paris' fashion industry seems to have some tricks up its sleeve to achieve such success. Everyone thinks French is fashionable and romantic. Even wearing a torn sack can become fashion. That place only has two million people, but they've cultivated a chain of aesthetic disdain, forcing men and women to maintain their figures, dress carefully, and buy expensive luxury goods. Actually, I also want to create my own luxury brand. That industry, like my Moutai distillery, has a very high net profit."

Vera lived in Casino most of the time, and occasionally returned to Europe during winter and summer vacations, accompanying her parents on several trips to Paris.

She had ordinary feelings for Paris.

Mainly because passersby often pulled out water guns and started watering anywhere.

And there was a lot of dog poop, so you often stepped on it, leading to the saying that Paris had three things in abundance: flowers, beautiful women, and poop.

As for encounters or pick-ups, Miss Vera was basically immune, which greatly reduced the charm of Paris.

The United States, South America, and Asia found Paris charming mainly because of its exotic atmosphere. European cities were similar, and Lisbon, Rome, Milan, San Sebastian, Copenhagen, and other cities were no worse than Paris in terms of urban landscape, each with its own merits.

Therefore, the proud and arrogant Parisians, who often considered themselves superior, were not very popular among other Europeans.

After listening, Vera said to Su Yehao, "I'm not sure if the profit is high, but if you want to do luxury goods business, it's best to put the brand in a romantic place. I feel that Milan, Italy, is very good. Its products are more down-to-earth, and more suitable for the local situation in Asia. Everyone doesn't seem to care too much about those things, simple and clean is enough."

"Well, I don't plan to do this business myself. I'm considering setting up some Qdii funds to specifically invest in the European luxury goods industry, which is more convenient and saves trouble."

After Su Yehao finished speaking, he looked at Vera again and flattered her, "You look very beautiful today. It's rare to see you wearing high heels. Is it for the art exhibition?"

"Of course, I'll sit down and rest when I have time. Even if it's just five-centimeter high heels, it's very tiring to stand in them, and they also rub my feet."

"Vera, let me take you shopping after I see the art exhibition. As a painter, you should maintain a sense of mystery. The mainland is not Europe and the United States, and it's different from Hong Kong. You don't need to attract buyers through social interaction. You just need to let them know that your works can appreciate in value and that you don't lack buyers. Then, buyers who want to avoid taxes will flock here."

After hearing Su Yehao's words, Miss Vera thought for a moment and only said, "Rather than pursuing value, I hope people buy my works just because they like them."

"…That idea is very naive. If that's the case, then you're doomed. Look at the global art market, it's basically related to avoiding individual income tax or inheritance tax, corporate income tax, transferring assets, money laundering, etc. Few people truly like it and spend so much money. Basically, it involves considerations of interests."

Vera's family ran an art gallery, so of course she wouldn't be so naive. Hearing this, she nodded and replied, "Even a successful businessman like you says that I lack marketing talent, just like my mother. It seems that I really shouldn't interfere in these things. Every time I talk to strangers, it always puts me under a lot of pressure. The so-called art exhibition is not much different from a street vendor at the end of the day."

"How can there be no difference? The profit from one of your works is equivalent to an ordinary person's ten years of street vending. It's obviously much higher-end, probably like the difference between a blue-collar and a white-collar worker."

Su Yehao arrived at the exhibition hall, and what caught his eye were oil paintings.

He had a strange expression and teased, "How can someone so thin like to create large-sized oil paintings?"

"…I'm not sure either. I feel like it's more shocking that way? These are basically my latest works. Have you noticed any differences from before?"

"Well…the colors have a bit of a Hayao Miyazaki animation feel. They look quite comfortable, and it's no longer purely classical and realistic?"

"Yes, I like these bright colors. The audience at the exhibition also gave relatively good reviews."

Green grass and a sea of flowers under big white clouds, a Ragdoll cat lazily lying there, a little girl standing by a stream in the field painting, students playing around in the street, clothes being blown by the wind, and so on.

The bright pictures had a faint anime style, and there was even a self-portrait of Vera, but with her hair painted pink.

Staring at this self-portrait, Su Yehao lowered his voice and said, "So cute, I want to kiss it. It's obvious that you put the most effort into this painting. Someone's a bit narcissistic."

"…"

Miss Vera smiled awkwardly, but she couldn't refute it, because she really spent the most time on this painting.

Su Yehao spoke again, "Congratulations, you seem to have found a new and unique path. With a little promotion, you can probably take another one or two steps up. By the way, this painting hasn't been sold yet, right? I want her."

Hearing the double meaning in his words, Vera's face turned a little red, and she shook her head and said, "Not for sale, especially not to you. And where would you put it if you bought it? Jiang Yu and the others would guess it was me…"