Several people came in the morning. The first three people were working for Fang Yi to cover the small workshop. Fang Yi thought they were reliable in their work. The first three people became the number one in the small workshop.
After a few chats with each of the workers, Fang Yi decided to recruit workers for the small workshop.
Next, almost three-fifths of the people in the village came over and asked. We have already hired someone, thank you! This sentence has been on Fang Yi's lips all afternoon.
"Who is this again!" Fang Yi put down the bowl in his hand and stood up from the dining table. Fang Yi guessed that he was here to ask about recruiting workers for his small workshop. If Rude and the others had raised their voices,
Called his name.
"What's the matter with you?" Fang Yi opened the door and saw a thirteen or fourteen-year-old child standing at his door, looking at him with a childish look on his face. It was obvious that Fang Yi had been in a small village before.
I have never seen this child before, and I don’t know where he came from.
"Sir! I want to work in your workshop!" The boy looked at Fang Yi and blinked his eyes and said, "I don't want any wages, and I work very hard. All I need is that I have three meals a day!"
After hearing this, Fang Yi immediately shook his head and said: "I have already hired people for my small business, and how old are you?". In the past, many capitalists liked to use self-employed workers for free, but in this era, you can't hire anyone for free.
Money and a job for a 13 or 14-year-old child? How is that any different from asking for trouble? French law is not strict! If you don't talk about the law, the pressure of public opinion will be enough for you to drink.
"Go back! Go to school well! Knowledge changes life!" Fang Yi said to the boy, and then wanted to close the door of his room.
The young man gently blocked the door with his hand and said to Fang Yi: "Sir! I want to learn painting from you!".
"What?" Fang Yi was stunned for a moment, and then said: "There are many art academies in Paris, and who will lead the apprentices now? This method is too outdated! If you want to learn painting, just go to an honest school and take the art academy.
!What should you learn from us? And we can’t spare time to teach you! Even if we have time, we don’t know what to teach you. Just go to school honestly.”
The young man looked at Fang Yi with his eyes open and continued: "I know that Mr. Bianchi, Mr. Van der Masset, Mr. Canu and Mr. Flo have never gone to school! You and I don't know much. I want to go to school.
Is it important?" After saying this, he blinked and looked at Fang Yi like a little stray dog.
After hearing what the young man said, Fang Yi opened his mouth and asked, "What is your name, where do you live, and how do you know us?".
"I live in the town next door. My name is Dean Linteger! I heard from people in this town that if your works can sell for more than two hundred thousand dollars, you must be a great artist. I want to talk to you.
If you learn, my works can be sold for more than 200,000 US dollars in the future!" The young man looked at Fang Yi and said.
After thinking for a while, Fang Yi opened his mouth and asked: "How advanced are you in painting? Can you draw portraits now?".
Hearing Fang Yi's question, the young man scratched his head a little embarrassedly: "I'm not very good at drawing, and I've never learned it!".
You are really good! Fang Yi looked at the boy and was a little stunned! He has never learned anything, that is, he came here after hearing that one of his works of five people sold for 200,000 yuan. This kid is really naive! He dared to do so without learning anything.
Knocked on my own door and told me to learn painting from five of my own people!
"Although the styles of the five of us are similar, the means of expression are somewhat different. Who are you going to follow?" Fang Yi asked casually.
Without thinking, the young man immediately looked at Fang Yi and said, "I want to learn from Mr. van der Masset! Because I think he is cool!".
Damn! Fang Yi was dumbfounded again. The thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy in front of him wanted to learn from Rude. To put it bluntly, Rude's studio was like a meat shop when models came. Fang Yi and Keshma
The four of them didn’t want to go in when they were fine, but in this kid’s words, they became cool? And a thirteen or fourteen-year-old child stayed in that place? You can imagine what it will be like in the future. Maybe even crazier than Rudd!
But! Since you want to learn from Rude, why are you photographing our door?
"If you want to be Mr. van der Masset's student, then you should ask him! I can't make this decision for him!" Fang Yi looked at the young man and said, then pointed in the direction of Rude's house and said: "He
Just live there!" Let this kid bother Rudd.
The young man glanced at Fang Yi, said thank you, and walked towards Rude's house.
Fang Yi smiled and shook his head, then closed the door.
"This kid wants to learn painting from Rude? Then we can see how he can do it," Beronica said, shaking her fork with her hand.
"I heard that one of our works sold for 200,000 yuan and this kid came over!" Fang Yi sighed and said, "I don't know what this kid is thinking! It feels like he means something as simple as finding a job.
They give you like 200,000 yuan to pick up a paintbrush! And you don’t even have any basic painting skills! Let Rude bother you! If you accept him, he will teach you the basics!”
After hearing this, Beronica smiled and said, "It would be a miracle if Rude could teach him!".
"Then it's none of my business!" Fang Yi said as he sat back at the dining table and continued to have dinner.
After having dinner and resting for a while, Fang Yi and Beronica went out together, preparing to go to the small living room where Anders and Artur lived to start today's discussion.
As soon as he left the door, Fang Yi saw the young man walking past the door of his small courtyard dejectedly, like a rooster that had lost a fight, wilting and crowing. Moreover, he was still walking alone towards the entrance of the village.
Fang Yi looked at the completely dark sky. The small town the boy mentioned was still about half an hour away by car. How long would it take the boy to walk on his own two feet?
"Your family didn't send you here?" Fang Yi asked the young man.
The young man opened his mouth and said: "No, I came here secretly. When I told my parents, they objected fiercely!".
"Send him back, he doesn't know how long it will take him to get home!" Beronica said to Fang Yi.
Fang Yi nodded, took out the car keys in his pocket, waved to the young man and walked towards his car: "Come on! I'll take you home!".
"Thank you!" The young man said thank you to Fang Yi and Bellonica and followed Fang Yi into the car.
After driving the car out of the village, Fang Yi looked at the dejected young man and said, "You don't have any foundation, so it's normal to be rejected by others! We have just gained a little fame ourselves, and we really don't have the extra time to teach you.
!".
It seems very courageous to approach someone like this directly and want to be my teacher. However, this can only be a story that appears in ordinary novels. When a diligent and studious young man meets an artist he likes, the artist will be confused by the young man's courage and whatnot.
A lot of people were impressed and accepted as disciples, and then hello, me, everyone.
But in reality, doing this is actually quite annoying for artists. If you think about it, someone will come over and interrupt your work process at every turn, knocking on your door and saying that he wants to become your teacher, what do you think? What if?
After you become a famous person, you don’t need to create anything, just accept these people who knock on your door directly!
This kind of sudden visit to someone's house is not only impolite but also offensive. At least you need to make an appointment and then get permission before visiting someone's home.
"I know! But I still decided to take this path." The young man nodded after listening to Fang Yi's words, and then insisted.
Fang Yi took out a pencil and a sketchbook from his car: "Draw something at random. Let me see something you are familiar with!".
The young man's persistence and the opposition of his family reminded Fang Yi of his previous situation, so he decided to look at the young man's paintings to see if any of them had a future.
The boy took the sketchbook. Then he turned to a blank page, picked up a pencil and started drawing.
Fang Yi waited for the boy to draw for two minutes. He glanced at the notebook and then turned his head to look at the road in front of the car. The boy's name did not pop up in his mind, which meant that the boy did not have a reputation that could be passed down to future generations.
Even these few strokes are no different from those of ordinary students who have never studied before. I really can’t tell where the talent is!
"I've finished the drawing!" The young man handed the notebook to Fang Yi.
Fang Yi took it and looked at it twice before putting down the notebook.
"Do you think I have any talent? Mr. van der Masset said I have no talent!" The young man looked at Fang Yi and said.
"Do you want to hear the truth?" Fang Yi looked at the young man and nodded: "To be honest, I didn't see anything special in what you drew!".
After hearing Fang Yi's words, the young man's original hope dimmed again, but after two or three seconds he said to Fang Yi: "I still want to do this!".
Turning his head and looking at the young man, Fang Yi thought in his heart: Although this child cannot be passed down, it does not mean that this child will not be able to make a living from this in the future. If he does not pass on, he will live much better in the current world.
"If you want to learn painting well, I can only give you some advice. Find a teacher to teach you the basics. Once you have a good foundation, go to a museum to experience and copy the works of famous artists!".
Fang Yi said: "But I can't guarantee you what price you can sell your works for as long as you do this. It is very likely that you will live a mediocre life or even live in poverty! You
I know Rude and the others. Then I heard from the villagers what they were like when they first came here! You have to be mentally prepared, this bowl of rice is not that delicious!"
After saying the above, Fang Yi shut his mouth and concentrated on driving his car. For this young man, Fang Yi could only do this, and everything that needed to be said was said. As for how he chose, that was up to him.
thing!
When the boy arrived at the door of his house, his parents were extremely anxious at home. They were very grateful when Fang Yi saw his son back. They wanted to stay with Fang Yi for a drink, but Fang Yi made an excuse to refuse.
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Seeing this small family, Fang Yi somewhat understood why the young man wanted to learn painting from the five of him when he heard that a painting cost two hundred thousand dollars. This small family had two adults and six children, and the house was not
It is large, and the cars parked at the door are also shabby, which shows that the family's daily living standard is not high.
Fang Yi didn't feel that he was a savior. He couldn't do the old man's job to save the young man's life. He also understood that the young man himself had taught him that he might one day be able to live a happy life relying on his own reputation.
But Fang Yi thought it was enough to send him home and give him some advice. He had no talent and no emotions, so there was no need to waste too much time on him, not to mention that he didn't have time to do it.
After waving to the boy's parents, Fang Yi started the car and drove back towards the small village.