Chapter 191 Is it a real level or a flash in the pan
When I got back to the hotel by car, there was a young man in a suit on the steps at the door.
Is this Jack who called me before?
There was no one else around who seemed to be waiting for someone, so Han Qi walked towards him.
They were holding their arms and shaking, it was so pitiful.
The temperature is not high today.
There was such a heavy rain yesterday, and even if we were to give God a favor, the temperature would remain low for several days. And today, most of the people who came to Helsinki wearing such clothes were outsiders. And they were the kind of outsiders who had not been here for a short time.
The man looked left and right, saw Han Qi approaching, and hurriedly greeted him.
"Mr. Han?"
Jack had obtained Han Qi's information from Dale before he came. It's not difficult to find. You can find it by searching on YouTube.
So he recognized Han Qi's face.
"Well, it's me. You've been waiting for a long time. Why don't you go in and sit down?"
There is a guest room on the first floor of the hotel and a sofa in the lobby. After entering, at least he will not be as cold as he is now.
"I thought I would stand outside and see me for the first time when you come back. Is that the painting you are holding?"
"Yes." Han Qi nodded, handed the painting tube to Jack, and said, "Just wait, I will go with you."
Jack's eyes widened, but his hands were steady and he firmly grasped the strap of the painting tube.
"Mr. Han, are you going to the gallery too?"
"Yes, Del is not with you?"
"No...no."
Jack's bright eyes were a little confused. He was thinking that if Han Qi was going to the gallery, what would he do here?
Take care of the painter to the shop?
Not long after he started working, this was the first time his boss sent him to work abroad. He thought his boss valued him, so he came here wearing a suit and froze to death, but he didn't expect that he was just sent here to do odd jobs.
Jack's enthusiasm was greatly dampened.
Han Qi saw that he had stopped moving, so he pulled him into the hotel, pointed to the sofa not far away and said: "You can sit there for a while. I will go up and get the things and come down. I have already packed them. No need to waste time."
Yes. You should also warm yourself up by the way. Don’t get sick in such a cold day."
There is still warmth in the world.
Jack's cold heart began to feel warmer.
Seeing that he had passed by, Han Qi turned around and got into the elevator.
After calling Dale yesterday, Han Qi packed his luggage. Now he went into the house and took another look to make sure nothing was forgotten before going out with a lot of things.
There are two suitcases alone, but one of them is a travel bag disguised as a suitcase. It has wheels and can be towed after it is installed. In addition, there is also a large travel bag, which is
The kind that backpackers often carry, very tall.
The thick clothes take up the most space. Other than that are the painting tools and some miscellaneous things.
Han Qi walked into the elevator with this pile of things and suddenly realized something.
No wonder Dale insisted on sending someone to pick him up even though he said he would go there yesterday. Did he expect this scene?
So awesome!
Han Qi's face showed joy.
This old-fashioned elevator is very slow but very stable. It doesn't feel like it is moving at all. It dings when it reaches the first floor.
He shouted enthusiastically to Jack sitting on the sofa:
"Jack!!"
It wasn't until he shouted out that he realized something was wrong.
Damn it, a tribute to Titanic?
However, there are quite a few people with this name in the West. Tristes has a friend also named Jack. However, whether it was the initial introduction or later, Han Qi always used Norwegian to call him, and the pronunciation was different, so he did not go there.
On the other hand, today is the first time I am called Jack in English.
But he quickly put this problem behind him.
"Mr. Han, is it so fast?"
"I said your luggage is packed, right? Let's go."
Han Qi walked in front, wondering if Jack would help him share a suitcase, but it was obvious that Jack did not think of this problem, and instead ran in front of Han Qi, stretched his neck to look into the distance, and turned around and said to him
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"Mr. Han, a car is coming. Shall we take a taxi?"
"……right."
In fact, the items are not heavy. It is probably because he is willing to get stronger, but he wants to be lazy.
Forget it, it's all his own stuff, it's not embarrassing to ask others for help. He just thought about it in his heart. If Jack had really asked to get something for him just now, Han Qi felt that he wouldn't agree.
Get in the car and walk towards the airport.
Jack sat in the hotel for a while, and now he was in the car again. He felt a little warmer and breathed out comfortably.
He looked at Han Qi out of the corner of his eye.
This person is so young, he should be about the same age as himself, right?
Jack also studies painting, otherwise he would not work in a gallery.
I have been painting for more than ten years from elementary school to college, and now I am just an apprentice. Is this person capable of putting paintings in a gallery?
Rouva Dell is the best gallery in Norway. This has something to do with the boss’s ability to make friends. At the beginning of its establishment, it acquired many works by many well-known contemporary painters. With these paintings as a basis, capable painters will naturally
Send it to rouva dell.
After so many years of operation, the gallery no longer accepts submitted paintings. Basically, they are all commissioned by the boss and friends.
So, this Asian was also invited by Ms. Dale?
Ms. Dale was very discerning, so Jack was not very jealous, but he was curious about what Han Qi's painting would look like. He looked down at the painting tube he was holding, and squeezed the strap tightly, his palms getting sweaty.
Already.
No matter what kind of painting it is, if it can be valued by Dale and displayed in the gallery, it is definitely not ordinary.
He didn't speak, and Han Qi didn't know how to start a conversation for a while, so the atmosphere in the car was a bit boring. The driver started talking, and Han Qi chatted with the driver all the way. In the end, the driver started to teach Han Qi how to speak
Finnish.
Han Qi learned a few more words in Finnish.
Mainly, I learned a few words on how to praise girls, and the two of them had a great time chatting.
Soon the airport arrived.
Han Qi recited a sentence taught by the driver and got out of the car, checked in a lot of his belongings, and got on the plane easily.
When he saw the stewardess, Han Qi subconsciously wanted to say that, but held it back.
No, I can't say.
Who knows if the driver was joking.
Han Qi likes to teach the foreign friends he knows to speak Chinese. Now it is no longer useful to teach foreigners to use swear words. The quintessence of Chinese culture is sometimes used when two foreigners quarrel. It feels like Chinese people quarrel and curse each other.
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He likes to teach...Hello, I am 250.
I don’t know if that group of people will go online and say this to Chinese people. Just thinking about that scene is very interesting.
The plane was direct to Bergen. After landing, Jack said: "I'll go to the parking lot to drive. Just wait for me in the front aisle. I'll be here in five minutes."
Han Qi agreed.
Han Qi didn't want to carry her luggage with her all the time. Anyway, she was going back to China tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. It was inconvenient to carry so many things all the time. So she just left it at the airport and came over to sign in and check it in directly when she was leaving.
However, there are also procedures for depositing it. Five minutes had passed by the time Han Qi walked out of the airport, and Jack was leaning against the front of the car to smoke.
Seeing Han Qi coming, he smoked a cigarette and opened the car door for Han Qi.
"Sorry, I still have some procedures to go through inside, so I came out a little late."
Jack smiled and said: "How long, as long as it's not so cold. The weather in Finland is so weird. It only takes more than an hour to fly, but it's actually much colder than Bergen."
"The main reason is that it rained the first day."
"It's been raining in Bergen recently, either in the morning or in the afternoon. Get on the handlebar. The boss is probably impatient." Jack shrugged and returned to the driving seat.
After Han Qi got in the car, he continued: "It will rain anyway."
"Well, where are you from?" Han Qi asked.
"Stavanger is not very far from the capital."
"Oh, I've been to that place, and the scenery is very beautiful. You also studied painting, right? I always feel that it is easy for artists to be born in places like that, either writers or painters. It is so easy to stimulate the desire to create."
"Haha, have you been there? Where have you been?"
The chat box that has not been opened up has opened up in Norway. As expected, people are more cheerful in places they are familiar with.
This is not the first time for Han Qi to come to Bergen, but it is the first time to visit Rouva Dell Gallery.
The boss, Dale Gladys, had already had many phone calls with Han Qi, especially when she first asked for a manuscript. She knew that Han Qi was already creating a new work. Dale had to talk to Han Qi on the phone almost every day.
The topic is not limited to just talking about painting.
A very talkative and considerate person, this is Han Qi's impression of Delgladis.
That's why Han Qi agreed to put this painting on display in her gallery for free, and it can be regarded as a platform. The profession of painter seems to be a high-income group like doctors and lawyers, but 75% of them
There is no way to make money with your own technology.
Especially those who study oil painting.
But even so, oil paintings are at the top of the chain of contempt.
For Han Qi, no matter what hobby or occupation.
If you can make money, it's a good career.
It took the car more than half an hour to drive from the airport to the city of Bergen. The air in this city is always filled with moisture. According to the Chinese saying, where the soil and water nourish the people, the girls here must be very beautiful.
I called Trieste, but unfortunately she was on a business trip.
I turned to the chat, hesitated for a moment, and sent a message to the little princess.
"We're here," Jack said.
When I opened the door and got out of the car, I saw an archway in front of me, a little over one meter high and three meters high.
This kind of arch has a very classical style, just like the iron gate of a castle.
Open the door and enter an upward corridor. It is all white. There are paintings hanging on the walls on both sides all the way up. The style is relatively fresh. Han Qi can tell that the paintings on both sides were painted by the same person, but the content is different. There are portraits.
Objects, streams of consciousness, lots and lots.
Jack knew that it was Han Qi's first time here. As he walked up, he introduced Han Qi: "This place was all painted by our boss."
"Very good." Han Qi said.
He walked slowly, looking at the paintings as he walked up.
Jack also stood waiting for him and said:
"We also think it's very good, but the paintings here are actually selected by the boss, who thinks they are average and don't want to sell them. But she couldn't bear to destroy them, so she hung them here as decoration."
"Are these the leftovers?"
"right."
Very powerful.
Painting this thing is very against your will. If you like it, you like it. If you don’t like it, you won’t like it no matter how many times you look at it. For some professional painters, as long as they correctly complete the work they want to paint, it is not considered a failure.
There are people who know how to appreciate and like.
Han Qi really likes one of the landscape paintings, which is hanging on the wall at the corner of the stairs.
There is very little content inside. The main body is a small house on the seaside, built on stones, with tall mountain flowers nearby as the foreground.
This small house standing alone on the rock is like a stack of building blocks on the edge of the cliff, inadvertently embedded in nature.
As he was standing admiring it, a very familiar voice behind him said to Han Qi:
"I took this in England in 1998, when I was still very young."
Han Qi turned around suddenly.
Dale?
This is a woman who looks to be in her thirties. She looks very young now, with no signs of aging at all. Maybe she spends a lot of time indoors. Her clothes are very refreshing, and her top is a gray belt that looks like silk.
The flowery long shirt has the hem tied into a knot. The pants are high-waisted trousers, and there is a scarf of the same color as the dress around the neck.
But looking at the thickness of this scarf, the decorative effect is definitely greater than the actual effect. Her hair is short, almost as short as Han Qi's, and her lips are painted a little black.
Han Qi said: "You are exactly as I imagined."
Del walked to Han Qi, looked him up and down without concealing it, and finally said: "Then you are different. You are younger than I thought... and more handsome. Your girlfriend is right, you
He is an Oriental that people can remember at a glance."
When Jack saw his boss coming, he gave her the painting tube he had been carrying.
Dale frowned and said, "You just use this to pretend to be a painter?"
"Yes, do you want to see it?"
Dale nodded and said: "Of course, I'm looking forward to seeing your work again, but it's definitely not here. Let's go and enter my office. It's a little brighter over there."
They haven't officially entered the gallery yet. This staircase only leads to the rouva dell. This entire corridor is actually just the entrance. There are no windows around it. The lighting relies on a series of small lights at the top of the stairs.
Soft and bright, but ultimately not as comfortable as natural light.
Continue to turn around and go upstairs. Only when you reach the end of this staircase can you see the true appearance of the gallery.
The door they used to go upstairs was from the side, so what they saw after going upstairs was a long corridor with curvature. Because of the curvature, Han Qi couldn't see how long the corridor was. He only knew how long it was.
The two sides are very wide, and a sofa and table can even be placed in the middle, but it doesn't feel awkward at all.
You can see many paintings on the walls on both sides, and there is a nameplate below explaining the origin of the painting.
The corridor was very bright because one side was close to the street. Except for the necessary load-bearing, almost all of them were windows. However, some paintings were placed between the windows. Han Qi took a few glances and then focused on the other side.
wall.
The ones here are truly top-notch.
Following Del into an office, she put on gloves and then slowly took out the painting from the painting tube.
She was very excited and didn't dare to start for a while.
Dale hoped to see the surprising use of color that she saw last time, but she was also afraid that it was just Han Qi's sudden inspiration.
