He was prepared that half of the seats would be empty. He only visited the UK once. At that time, he didn't release any English songs. He only became popular for a while when he sang on the street.
He held a concert in the name of a street singer and probably not many people came to see it.
Yang Xue nodded vigorously: "Well, now it depends on whether you want to open it. All the tickets were sold out in one day. According to this trend, it will be no problem even if all seats are opened."
Then the stage will be close to 360 degrees.
Han Qi thought about it for a moment, shook his head and said, "Keep the 10,000 seats in the back and sell the other tickets if they are suitable."
"good."
Yang Xue nodded, saw the situation in the classroom, and walked away quickly.
Han Qi returned to the podium and thought to himself, "Is there a stage with 30,000 spectators? I'm really looking forward to it. I don't know what it's like to sing at such a live venue."
Han Qi's singing ability is currently the best. If he is given time to study, he can sing perfectly whether it is a Western opera or a Chinese opera. The big heart born with a street singer will not make him afraid of all kinds of things.
stage.
But by chance, it was painting that won the first prize, allowing him to achieve financial freedom.
Han Qi stood still on the podium and looked at the students below.
"Everyone knows that there are two painting methods in watercolor, dry painting and wet painting. My oil painting creation is a bit like a combination of the two painting methods of watercolor. First look here..." Han Qi took a watercolor pen and started to draw on the paper.
When creating, the camera around me magnified the drawing onto the projector so that the entire auditorium could see it.
Han Qi said while painting:
"Dry painting is to wait for the paint to dry and continue to paint, using layers of colors to express reality. For example, the clouds I am painting now, some places can be painted once, and some places I will wait for it to dry before painting a second time. You guys
Look, that’s it.”
Han Qi repainted the same color on the dried watercolor.
"Just like this."
"However, oil painting dries slowly, so I also create a painting slowly. I have to apply color in layers over and over again, but not too much to avoid the color losing its transparency. Then there is the issue of covering the color, which can change
The coldness and warmth of colors are like changing the warm and cold tones in the post-production process of photography..."
"Then there's the overlapping of wet colors. When the paint is not dry yet, the paint will infiltrate into other colors and the transition will be blurred, making the painting soft and excessive..."
Han Qi said it very seriously.
He really wants to spread his painting skills. He does not require that those who learn from them can see through every color in nature like him. But as long as there is someone who is four or five points at his own level, it is enough to attract the attention of current collectors.
eyesight.
How can it be so exciting to be a master of oil painting and establish a sect?
More than an hour later, Han Qi completed the painting expressed in watercolors. Since he had to teach students while painting, he painted very slowly.
Checking the time, it was already nine o'clock in the evening.
Han Qi said:
"This painting is complete. Generally speaking, when painting my works, I must control the degree of dryness and wetness of the paint on the paper, as well as the soaking performance of the painting paper. Overlaying colors too early will easily make the colors thicker. There will also be problems with the connection, so let’s do it, this is my first class, I hope everyone likes it, get out of class is over.”
Many people did not leave directly after Han Qi said get out of class was over, but stood up and bowed to Han Qi on the podium.
He explained it so thoroughly that he taught them step by step how to paint the oil paintings with the colors they wanted. Even if they don't want to learn Han Qi's new colorism school, it will make them more sensitive to color.
One floor.
Several teachers who had met in the past two days were also applauding, and Principal Chesterton's old face turned red with excitement.
This class will definitely become popular in the entire art world. Looking at Han Qi who was clearing the desktop, Chesterton couldn't help but think that the video of Han Qi's class this time must be saved. No one can even think about copying it away.
, if you want to watch it in the future, let their students come to the Academy of Fine Arts for further studies.
Edie quickly stepped forward to help Han Qi pack his things.
The watercolor teacher walked out of the auditorium in a daze and heard the students around him discussing Han Qi's paintings.
"Professor Han's watercolor painting is also very good. The sense of penetration is so comfortable. When I look at it, I feel like he is a watercolor painter, rather than the founder of a new genre of oil painting."
"It seems that Professor Han may have studied watercolor."
"I don't know, but it feels better than Teacher Julian."
Julian blushed, cleared his throat, and walked past the two shivering students.
He was also puzzled as to why someone who had never heard of watercolor painting before would have such a profound understanding of the overlapping of colors. The technique of maintaining clear colors after applying them layer by layer made him wonder.
I almost couldn't help but step forward and call "teacher".
This is someone who specializes in oil painting.
That's outrageous.
Some students came to the podium to ask Han Qi questions before leaving. They were mainly students of watercolor and oil painting, and many of them were students who were betting their future on the New Colorism school. Han Qi knew everything about them.
But soon it was ten o'clock, which was very late for Britain.
Han Qi said: "That's it for today. There will still be opportunities for class in the future. It's too late. Let's go to bed early today and don't stay up late."
Edie stood quietly next to him holding Han Qi's watercolor, listening to him explaining knowledge to the students. She was doing the same job as a secretary, but she was very happy with it. She felt that Han Qi was not only talking about the knowledge in class, but also answering questions to the students.
Their questions all have the style of a master.
Sleep? How can I sleep, she thought.
I have to think carefully when I go back soon and digest the knowledge points Han Qi said today.
My mind is full of these knowledge points, and I don’t know how long it will take me to fully absorb them.
Suddenly she heard Han Qi calling her name.
"Edie?"
"Um?"
"Please return the watercolor to Professor Julian. I didn't see him."
"Okay," she nodded and said after a moment of hesitation. "Can you give me this set of watercolors you painted? I like the pastoral scenery depicted in the paintings. It makes people feel relaxed and happy when they see it. I will follow your oil paintings now.
price to acquire this painting.”
Han Qi leaned back slightly after hearing this.
He also said that you are not a descendant of Queen Victoria. A painting of mine costs at least tens of millions of euros. Do you, a teacher, make so much money?
However, oil paintings are oil paintings and watercolors are watercolors. The value and difficulty of protection are different. In Han Qi's opinion, this watercolor is just a random painting by himself. It feels similar to the way he used to draw sketches for others on the street. He
I wouldn't dare sell this kind of thing to someone for tens of millions.
So Han Qi put the painting he wanted to take away on the easel again, and in Edie's puzzled eyes, he wrote: 'To Professor Edie Victoria, Han Qi, in 2022.'
"This is Chinese." Han Qi said, explaining the meaning of the word.
Edie's eyes were filled with disbelief.
Han Qi smiled and said: "Thank you for always admiring me. I think my work can sell for such a high price, and your publicity is also very important. Anyway, thank you, I gave this painting to you."
.”
His calligraphy also has professional-level skills, which can be regarded as an alternative type of anti-counterfeiting.
If someone wants to imitate it in the future, it must be someone who has studied Chinese culture and knows calligraphy. Just being good at watercolor painting is useless.
He still does this in his oil paintings, using calligraphy to write his name in a faint position.
Many artists leave their mark, but Han Qi never found it interesting before.
But after his paintings were sold for tens of millions of euros, he suddenly developed this little hobby. In his own words, he called it implicit showmanship.
Edie felt that Lady Luck must be above her head.
She looked up and seemed to be able to see what was written in the air, and then began to thank Han Qi.
"No need, go to bed early." Han Qi said with a smile.
After walking out of school, a very familiar school professor drove up to Han Qi and said, "Teacher Han Qi, do you want to go back? I'll see you off."
"Thanks."
After getting on the bus, Han Qi asked: "What does the teacher teach?"
"Ah, I teach fashion design. I was just curious about what you are like, who has been praised by other teachers, so I went to the auditorium to take a look."
"Admired?"
"Yes, I highly recommend it." He nodded and asked Han Qi's address.
The hotel where Han Qi stayed was not very far from the school, and he arrived quickly. The teacher who drove Han Qi felt that he had not had enough time chatting with Han Qi, so he said: "Let's sit together when we have time in the future. Put your color theory in any aspect."
I use it all and it’s very inspiring to me.”
"Okay, let's talk next time."
Han Qi watched him drive away, then turned back to the hotel.
Yang Xue sat on the sofa in the lobby, dozing off holding a pillow with the name of the hotel on it, her head moving little by little.
Han Qi went over to wake her up.
"Yang Xue? Why are you here?"
"Huh?" Yang Xue suddenly woke up, wiped his mouth with his right hand, stood up and said, "Boss, you are finally back, I have been waiting for you."
"What are you waiting for me to do?"
"To open another 10,000 seats, we need to rearrange the stage. They gave us a dozen templates to choose from. I want to show you." She rummaged in her pockets and finally found it on the sofa.
cell phone.
Han Qi looked at her with soft eyes.
Sha Guliang, are you really 26 years old?
Seeing that she was still looking, Han Qi said: "Okay, okay, this kind of thing will be the same tomorrow. We don't have anything to do tomorrow. Call Ingrid and let's go to Trafalgar Square for a day."
"Trafalgar Square? What is that?"
Although she occasionally went out for a walk these two days, she couldn't walk far.
Going abroad for the first time makes me feel a little guilty.
"It's a place with a lot of pigeons. I heard that Tony Leung was so involved in filming that he came to the UK to feed the pigeons after filming. This is the place."
For Han Qi, there are other memories here.
He has performed here.
The square, which does not look very big, is full of talents, including speakers, performers, and singers.
Han Qi misses this place a little bit.
Yang Xue insisted: "I've been waiting for so long, why don't you take a look first."
Han Qi waved his hand and said, "We'll talk about it tomorrow. Of course, the work that needs to be completed must be completed on time, but you obviously don't have to wait for me. I have to choose after seeing it. Alas, I have difficulty choosing. I won't be able to sleep by then."
When I walked into the elevator, the person driving the elevator quickly bowed and said, "Good evening, sir."
"Yes." Han Qi nodded.
Back in the room, Ingrid was still awake, lying on the bed playing with her mobile phone.
"How was your time with Bella today?"
Bella was an old British aristocrat, belonging to a marquis or some other family. Han Qi had met her before when they were engaged.
Ingrid's eyes lit up when she saw Han Qi coming back, but she shook her head and said: "There are so many poor people here. Some people can't afford a house and sleep in the park. When we passed by, we happened to see a policeman driving away homeless people.
Han, I feel a little sad."
Han Qi sat by the bed and asked, "What happened next?"
"I bought him some food. Bella said that such people can never be driven away and they can never be helped. Even if I help a person now, he will still be hungry tomorrow."
"There are also welfare institutions in the UK to help them, don't worry." Han Qi said.
Ingrid is kind-hearted, and the welfare of Norway also means that there are no homeless people there. This is in line with the old saying in China: people who live in warehouses know etiquette, and people who have enough food and clothing know honor and disgrace. After they have no worries about life, food and clothing,
Talents will become polite and understand the rules.
Han Qi feels that with China's development speed, in forty years there will be more good-hearted people in cities, not just in the countryside.
The current situation is that when the elderly fall, middle-aged people dare not help them. Only young people will still lend a helping hand after hesitation.
Having said that, when Han Qi saw Ingrid who was a little unhappy, he kissed her forehead and said, "Go to bed earlier, don't think so much."
"You don't know, the way Bella talks makes people feel... that she is superior. Alas, I won't like her anymore."
Han Qi hugged her and chewed her... The angry Ingrid was so cute.
…………
Then we spent a few comfortable days, playing with two beauties around London every day. Yang Xue occasionally helped Han Qi communicate with the Victoria Concert Hall, and the progress was very smooth. Han Qi also met a few people here.
A colleague in oil painting research at the University of London, and a student at the Academy of Fine Arts.
There are eight students who want to learn new colorist oil painting from Han Qi.
After Edie asked Han Qi, Han Qi told them the location of his hotel. Han Qi met these young painters downstairs the next morning.
Those who can be admitted to the oil painting department of the London Academy of Fine Arts can be called painters outside. One of their oil paintings can be sold for five thousand pounds in a modern gallery. They are the real reserve painters who can become famous at any time.
However, Han Qi only took them with them for one day, and after telling them some of his painting experience, he sent them back to school.
In New Colorism, what you need to learn is not painting skills, but your eyesight. If you don't have eyesight, you can actually achieve the same effect as Han Qi by using your senses, but this sense is not so easy to develop.
