Fang Yi put down the phone, sat down at a small cafe on the street, ordered a drink, and slowly waited for Li Yuncong to come over. While waiting for Li Yuncong to arrive, the two chatted for a while and then drove their cars towards Bello.
Drive to Nica's house.
"Why hasn't your girlfriend come down yet?" Li Yuncong looked at the watch in his hand and said anxiously: "Just now you praised your girlfriend for being punctual, but now there's a problem!".
Fang Yi glanced at Li Yuncong and said: "Why do you only listen to half of what I say! I'm talking about the past. After becoming my girlfriend, it may have changed. According to the last experience, I was about ten minutes late! Look at this
It should be almost time!".
After hearing Fang Yi's words, Li Yuncong couldn't help but sigh: "Why don't these girls feel uncomfortable if they don't let people wait?".
"Here we come!" Before Li Yuncong finished speaking, Fang Yi watched Beronica and Susanna each carrying a small bag out of the apartment door.
Following Fang Yi's gaze, Li Yuncong saw the two Spanish girls approaching with smiles. He was stunned and turned his head to Fang Yi and asked: "Which one is your girlfriend? It can't be the tall one, right?"
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"The taller one is my girlfriend, Beronica." Fang Yi replied without turning his head or looking at Li Yuncong.
"Damn it! Are you going to save money on buying clothes to hang on? You are so tall, don't you feel stressed?" Li Yuncong mumbled something from his mouth, and watched the two girls approach and put on the clothes on his face again.
smile.
After introducing Li Yuncong, the four of them stood on the roadside and chatted for a while before getting into the car. Of course, Beronica got into Fang Yi's car, Susanna got into Li Yuncong's car, and the four of them drove towards the restaurant in two cars.
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The restaurants that Fang Yi and Beronica often go to are not like those in European movies, where everyone wears suits and ties. It is just an ordinary restaurant. There is no dress code, very casual! Of course, there are not so many meals.
Etiquette must be observed.
"Congratulations on your painting being spotted by the gallery!".
"Thank you!" Fang Yi took a sip from the wine in his hand and said to Beronica.
Li Yuncong and Susanna also picked up the wine glasses at hand and clinked them with each other.
"Does that mean that the gallery is going to sign you, and you are also an artist signed by the gallery?" After taking a sip of wine, Li Yuncong looked at Fang Yi and asked.
Fang Yi said: "Not yet, it can only be regarded as the first step!" He briefly explained the general matter in a few sentences and popularized some knowledge about the gallery.
"After the first step, there is the second step!" Li Yuncong said with a smile: "Then the next step is to wait for news from the gallery?".
Fang Yi shook his head: "I'm going to take my two works with different styles to another gallery to try! Anyway, it's good to have an extra insurance policy. Now my paintings can only be said to be on consignment at this gallery!" Happy.
After the enthusiasm passed, Fang Yi thought about trying a few more galleries. He couldn't passively wait for news about this gallery, and walked more safely on two legs.
"What are you going to do? Keep running around the gallery with your paintings like this?" Beronica cut a piece of veal and put it in her mouth, then turned to Fang Yi who was sitting next to her and asked.
"Well! There are still three or four families who haven't run away, so we might as well run down and talk! Anyway, it's not too late!" Fang Yi nodded and said.
"How are you now? How's the exam going, Yun Cong?" Fang Yi asked Li Yuncong.
"It's not bad. I passed without any surprises." When Li Yuncong said this, his face showed a little confidence. Although Li Yuncong is a young man, his academic performance is quite good! He was not missing during the whole play. But in the exam
But he is very good at it. According to him, except for the first year after arriving in Paris, he has never failed a class since then.
The four of them just ate and chatted like this. After finishing the meal, everyone moved to the bar. In this way, the whole night was passed away.
Fang Yi didn't say anything about trying out a few more galleries. On the fourth day, he walked towards the appointed gallery with two newly varnished works.
"Hello! I made an appointment with Mr. Brown to show him my paintings today!" Fang Yi opened the door of the gallery and walked straight to the front desk and said to the young receptionist.
"Oh! I'm sorry, Mr. Brown has something to do. He just left! Are you Mr. Fang? I just wanted to call you to cancel this appointment." The girl looked at Fang Yi and said with a smile: "What do you think if it's tomorrow?"
Sample?".
Fang Yi shook his head after hearing the girl's words: "I have something to do tomorrow!".
Today is the first time that I have encountered such a situation, someone else failed to make an appointment! In the past, even if I encountered such a situation, I would at least notify him in advance. I never notified myself that someone was not available until I arrived at the front desk.
"When will Mr. Brown come back?" Fang Yi asked with a frown.
"This is not clear!".
"Oh! That's it, let's make an appointment in the future!" Fang Yi smiled friendly at the little girl, turned around and walked towards the door where he just came in, carrying his two paintings.
Before Fang Yi had walked a few meters, he heard a voice from behind: "Hi! Please wait a moment!".
Fang Yi turned around and saw a white man in his thirties running towards him while waving to him.
"What's the matter?" Fang Yi opened his mouth and asked the man running over.
"I would like to ask, can I see your paintings?" This person ran next to Fang Yi and asked directly. After asking, he continued to introduce: "My name is Lawrence! I open a gallery in the United States.
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Looking at the person's extended hand, Fang Yi raised his hand and shook it: "Hello! My name is Fang Yi. Of course!".
"Fang? Are you from China?" Lawrence looked at Fang Yi and asked happily, looked at Fang Yi and nodded, and immediately continued to speak to Fang Yi in fluent Chinese:
"That's great!".
As soon as this Chinese sentence came out, Fang Yi immediately felt very friendly: "You speak Chinese very well!" Although it sounds like a little accent, it is not the weird accent of foreigners, because it should have some domestic dialects.
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"Have you lived in China?" Fang Yi asked directly in Chinese with great interest.
"No!" Lawrence shook his head: "I am a quarter of Chinese descent, and my grandfather is Chinese! My Chinese name is Zou Heming!".
"Zou Heming?" Fang Yi felt familiar when he heard the name, as if he had heard it somewhere, but after thinking about it for a while, he couldn't remember it.
Zou Heming looked at Fang Yi thinking and said with a smile: "You may have read a book written by a street writer! He likes to use this name in his books! Fortunately, this person is not famous at all, and he doesn't read
I don’t have any sign of being famous, and my Chinese name hasn’t attracted much attention yet! What is the pen name of this street guy who writes randomly? What is Shi? I don’t really recognize the character in front of it. To me, this
The words are a bit unfamiliar!".
Fang Yi gave up after thinking about it for a while. There are many Chinese people with the same name, and some names are used by more than ten or two hundred thousand people. Zou Heming, this name is really good! Fang Yi has 80% confidence in this foreign devil's name.
My grandfather is Chinese! He speaks Chinese with a local accent, and with this name, he learns
For foreigners who have spoken Chinese for several years, Fang Yi thinks that there are really not many people who can come up with this name. As for the guy Zou Heming mentioned who climbed on a lattice on broken rocks and wood to write books, Fang Yi doesn't care even more. Of course, he doesn't.
It's worth Fang Yi's concern! In China, it's just a low-level purchase, let alone anything else.
After chatting for a while, Fang Yi put the painting he was holding flat on his arm, then opened the cloth bag wrapped in the painting and took out the "Crying Woman": "This is what I brought today.
Works. Two pieces in total!".
Zou Heming glanced at the painting twice, and the expression on his face became focused. He looked at it for more than a minute, and then he opened his mouth and said, "Let's find a coffee shop and chat slowly?".
For someone who speaks Chinese so fluently and has Chinese ancestry, Fang Yi naturally felt a little cordial, closed the painting, nodded and said, "Okay!".
The two of them walked more than 20 meters to a coffee shop and sat down, each ordering a cup of something. Zou Heming took two paintings and looked at them.
"Great work!" After looking at it for ten minutes, Zou Heming finally put down the two paintings "Crying Woman" and "Happy Me".
Looking at Fang Yi, he asked: "Are you interested in letting me represent your paintings first? I run a gallery in New York, USA. However, it is not very big now because it has just started. It can only be said to be medium to small!"
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"But I'm in France now, and I still have about three years of studies to complete." Fang Yi asked after thinking for a while. Fang Yi had never thought about American galleries. He didn't even do well in Europe.
Where is the time to think about the US market?
"It's very convenient to fly back and forth between the United States and Europe! And the oil painting market is almost as active as here in Europe!" Zou Heming explained: "Such a small distance is nothing!".
"Are you very optimistic about my painting?" Fang Yi opened his mouth and asked directly. Looking at Zou Heming opposite, he nodded and asked: "What price do you think these two paintings can be sold for?".
After hearing Fang Yi's words, Zou Heming smiled and asked: "Then let me ask you, what is the price in your mind?".
"Seven hundred dollars?" Fang Yi asked, looking at Zou Heming's smiling face. Now that Fang Yi has been educated by his teacher, he is no longer like before where the bottom line is one thousand euros for every mouthful. The priority is to stand on his own feet.
After hearing about the seven hundred dollars, Zou Heming shook his head.
"Six hundred dollars?".
"Five hundred dollars?"
Listening to Fang Yi walking down, Zou Heming said a little annoyed: "Mr. Fang! Do you look down on my gallery? Although my gallery is smaller, it can't sell the paintings I like for how much."
Hundred dollars worth!".
"No, that's not what I meant!" Fang Yi shook his head and said. It would take him a month to paint one piece of work. When others saw it, they just nodded and agreed to sell it. The painting painted in these few hours, the enthusiastic person in front of him
He dragged himself to the cafe! Hearing that it cost several hundred dollars, he was not anxious yet, but he made the person in front of him anxious. Fang Yi couldn't imagine this situation even if he thought about it!
"If you trust us, then the price will be determined by our gallery!" Zou Heming looked at Fang Yi and said with sincerity in his eyes.
"Then I have no problem here!" Fang Yi thought for a moment and nodded in agreement with Zou Heming's proposal. Although Europe and the United States are separated by an ocean, the markets are very closely connected, and the same is true for the oil painting market. They both belong to the West.
Society, becoming famous in the United States is not far different from becoming famous in Europe. (To be continued...)