Da Felix was in a room on the second floor, watching Han Qi dealing with the guests he invited below, with approval in his eyes.
This young man can do it, and he is a better man than Osiri.
The secretary was a little jealous of Han Qi's good luck, and said with a sour tone: "This guy is so lucky to meet such a good boss like you, spend so much money to buy paintings, and also give him such a big project
Party.”
Da Felix closed the curtains and looked at the secretary's graceful figure, feeling very happy.
"The layout is too small."
The secretary couldn't understand and showed a very cute expression, and Daflixton laughed.
Da Felix Stone stood up and took his hat, preparing to go downstairs to socialize. Before leaving, he said to his secretary: "This is a question I asked you. Think about it, you can't just be a vase by your side."
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Because he had many friends, Han Qi's date of leaving Norway was constantly postponed, and it was not until April 15th that he found the opportunity to return to his country.
Bergen International Airport
Many people came to give Han Qi a gift, and more than half of them were Han Qi's new fans. I didn't know where they found out that Han Qi was going back to China today, so they spontaneously gathered together and went to the airport to give Han Qi a gift.
This group of people is the most unique among Han Qi's fan groups.
They are quite older, with the youngest being over thirty years old, with high academic qualifications and a rich family fortune.
After all, oil painting is a kind of art, and most people in modern society are running around for life, raising cars, houses, and raising children. It's okay to chase singers and movie stars, but it's a bit out of their depth to chase painters.
Therefore, if you really like oil painting and therefore admire a painter, then your family must not be short of money.
Dale and Osiri stood in front of Han Qi.
Han Qi said goodbye to them and said: "I really have to leave. I didn't expect that you two busy people actually have time to see me off. It's not necessary. I will come back soon."
Dale said: "If I don't come to give it to you and you get angry, what will you do if you give the work to someone else in the future?"
"Haha, it makes sense, it makes sense." Osiri said with a smile, "Han, from now on, please put your paintings in other galleries, not here in Dell, otherwise it will be difficult for my paintings to sell."
Han Qi's oil paintings are now the new favorites in galleries, and almost all eyes are on the painting "Daytime". In contrast, Osili's paintings have received less attention.
But Osiri was just joking. He no longer cared about whether the painting could be sold or not. The money he earned in the first half of his life was enough for him to spend the rest of his life living and drinking, and live a life of doing whatever he wanted.
After chatting for a while, Han Qi checked the time.
"I really have to go. Do you want me to miss my boarding time so you can drag me to some salon in the evening?"
Han Qi was very suspicious because this was not the first time this happened.
The first time it was Osili who did it. He refused to let Han Qi board the plane. He had no choice but to cancel the flight a few days ago. He stayed in Bergen and participated in a salon organized by Osili.
Well, although all the people here are painters, with varying degrees of fame, it is definitely not a painting salon.
Dale knew about this and said with a smile: "How could it be?"
She asked her assistant to give Han Qi what she brought over: "I'll give you a gift. It's my own painting. It's definitely not as good as yours. Don't dislike it."
"Ms. Dale, please don't make such a joke. I like your works very much. I have admired the paintings in the side corridor many times." Han Qi said, "You gave me this one. Have I seen it before?"
"
Del stretched out her slender fingers and put them to her mouth and shook them.
"secret."
Han Qi smiled and put the painting on his back.
"Okay, I really have to leave. See you another day."
Han Qi waved to the crowd, and those who came to see Han Qi off also waved.
He quite likes fans like this. They are not crazy or noisy, and the things they give are useful. They are a complete set of old Dutch handmade oil paints. The prices on the market now are a bit exaggerated, very expensive, and demand exceeds supply.
But it's really useful.
After getting on the plane, Han Qi took out the painting from the painting tube.
It's you!
This oil painting is half a cliff and half an ocean. The ground is divided into rocks and green grass. There is a solitary small house standing on the rock. It looks like a modern man who accidentally wandered into nature. It is very eye-catching.
From the side door of the gallery, you can see many of Dale's previous works, and this one is Han Qi's favorite.
Unexpectedly, she gave it to me directly.
The plane transferred in France and then flew directly to Chengdu.
Han Qi took his things and walked out. He originally wanted to find a car to go to the hotel, but as soon as he came out, he saw a man holding a sign with his name on it. He was a man in a suit in his twenties or thirties.
I?
Probably not looking for me.
There's no way those girls are so powerful and know that I'm coming back today.
It's not that this matter can't be operated, but it's just too troublesome. I have to go over the wall and go to Norway to find information about Han Qi. I know that Han Qi will come back today before guessing the flight number, and I have to take into account the connecting flight.
Why should I be a fan if I have this ability? Why not do something else?
Han Qi ignored it and was about to walk out of the airport to look for a car outside, but the man saw Han Qi, hesitated and chased after him, asking: "Is this Mr. Han Qi?"
Are you really looking for me?
Han Qi looked back at him without taking off his mask and asked, "Who are you?"
Is it really him?
Chen Weihua was overjoyed, put away the sign and took out a business card.
"My name is Chen Weihua. I own a gallery. I'm sorry to have to meet you in this way. I've prepared a car. I'll take you wherever you want to go. We'll chat in the car."
Han Qi was a little wary and said: "It's better not to do it, who told you."
"I used to study painting in Sweden. Recently, many friends have asked me if I know you. I have been looking for a lot of information about you. I'm sorry to disturb you, but please believe that I have no ill intentions."
"Have you seen my paintings?"
Chen Weihua nodded and said: "My friend sent me a photo. The colors are really amazing. I think there is no better painter than you in China."
"I know what my shortcomings are, and I am not as good as many seniors."
Han Qi can be high-profile abroad, talk eloquently about his views on painting at parties or salons, and listen to their flattery of his works with peace of mind.
But he alone does not dare to be so high-profile in the country.
You have to be low-key.
Because he himself is Chinese, and his future social circle will be here, his colleagues in China will definitely not agree that Han Qi's works are better than theirs.
They can promote the younger generation, but if the younger generation wants to surpass them, they will definitely be suppressed.
This is the same in any country, not just China.
Any painter, especially painters of the older generation.
They can accept the emergence of a very powerful young man abroad, who is so talented that he can even paint masterpieces that shock the world at the age of twenty, but they cannot accept the emergence of such a person in their own country.
