Fang Yi is trapped in Venice. The Biennale is not one or two days, nor ten days and a half, but four or five months! He cannot escape and can only admire his friends in China.
From time to time, he eats, drinks, and chats! While spitting in Venice, he also has to deal with the artists from various countries who come to say hello.
Lu Qikun peeled off a piece of white shrimp, dipped it in the vinegar on the small plate in front of him, chewed it twice and swallowed the lobster butt, and then stretched his hand towards a large basin in the middle: "When are you free?
Now, let’s go see Fang Yi and chat with a few people along the way.
The masters of doctrine exchanged for a while. Unexpectedly, in just two or three years, Fang Yi suddenly flew up the branch and turned into a phoenix! I had known for a long time that this kid was powerful, but I couldn't have guessed that he was so powerful! He was twenty-three years old.
Founding a sect is not just bragging!".
"It's so irritating to see people compare to each other! I remember when I looked at Fang Yi and thought that I would be just like him when I was young, I would be satisfied." Wang Hongqi broke off the lobster head shell in his hand and said while busy:
"It's only been two years since I left. I was as full and well-fed as he was before, but this man has become a master again!".
It was much easier for Wei Jin to eat shrimp. When he got a shrimp, he ripped off the head and ate the tail: "Now I realize that he lives just to make us feel ashamed! How vicious!".
"Old Wang! You stay here eating and drinking all you want, and you never thought of calling Kath and the children over!" Tao Yong glanced at Wang Hongqi and said.
Wang Hongqi opened his mouth and said: "I think so too! But Kath said eating too much of this food is not good for the children's health! When we were making it, she took four of them home for each of the children, saying they would be paired with some vegetarian dishes or something.
! Plus she has to send her children to school tomorrow morning, so she didn’t come over!”.
After hearing this, Zhu Zheng said happily: "Lao Wang is living a comfortable life now!".
"You're right! The life I'm living now is something I couldn't even imagine two years ago! I have a house, a car, two children and a good wife. I'm so content!" Wang Hongqi finished taking the photo.
He clapped his hands and picked up the cup in front of him: "Here! Let me toast you all. Thank you friends for your help!".
Wang Hongqi was telling the truth. If he hadn't met Fang Yi, he wouldn't have befriended Lu Qikun, and he wouldn't have met his current wife, Kath. He really treats his two children as if they were his own, and he loves and cares about them.
They are very strict. Now Lao Wang has to thank his friends in both career and life.
Zhou Tong took a sip of the beer in his hand and asked Wang Hongqi and Lang Yanguang: "What do you think of Zheng Xiaopeng's proposal?".
"I have made up my mind and switched to Jinpeng Gallery. Now my gallery makes me not satisfied. I have been resting on my laurels," Lang Yanguang said casually.
Wang Hongqi sighed and said: "I'm in a dilemma. It's good to go to Jinpeng, but there's nothing wrong with signing for the same gallery as everyone else! But when I was still an unknown person, Qi Kun recommended me to the gallery, and now I'm somewhat famous.
, when life got better, I kicked out the gallery. I feel a little uncomfortable! I always feel that things shouldn’t be done this way!”
After hearing this, Lu Qikun opened his mouth and said directly to Wang Hongqi: "I also told the gallery owner that your development momentum will not be strong if you stay in the gallery I signed! They also know that you want to show off.
Just go past it if it’s nice to see, and you’ll see you later if you don’t look down or look up!”.
Wang Hongqi has always relied on Lu Qikun's support, but now Lu Qikun is a little unable to do so even if he wants to mention him. Although Lu Qikun is now one of the two leading young artists who are in the limelight, he is far away from Liu Hongshuo and other older artists.
There is still a long way to go before the current generation of domestic masters. It’s like a person carrying water, sitting on a two-meter-high platform. If you lift it really well, it can reach two meters. If a person stands eight meters high, lifting half of it is still four meters.
high!
Zheng Xiaopeng is now a bit struggling because he doesn't have Fang Yi's works for sale, but he is not without joy. After getting the news that Fang Yi became famous, Zheng Xiaopeng quickly signed Zhu Zheng and Zhao Jie who were still studying. At the same time, he also looked around
Not only did they want to poach Lang Yanguang and Wang Hongqi, they even visited their homes several times in person. They wanted to poach Lu Qikun, but Lu Qikun refused.
"Then it's settled on my side!" Wang Hongqi paused and said.
After hearing this, Zhou Tong joked happily: "Now only Qi Kun among us is living outside, and the rest are all comrades in the same trench!".
Hahaha! The other people chuckled.
"How much do you think Fang Yi and his friends' works will be worth after they are exhibited in Venice? Can they double what they are now? To six to seven million US dollars?" Zhao Jie asked after laughing.
Zhao Jie has always been happy these days. Now that he is in his sophomore year, he signed a contract with an art gallery. Things that he did not dare to think about before suddenly fell on his head, and he changed from a female student to a female artist.
?For a girl who came from a small village to a big city, Zhao Jie herself looks like a fairy tale.
"I don't think there will be any problem in reaching one million within a year!" Lu Qikun thought for a moment and said: "If their painting school completely establishes a foothold in the painting world, their works will be further promoted and stand among the world's works of art.
Go to the top class of the market! After all, we are pioneering artists!”.
Having said this, Lu Qikun turned to look at Zhu Zhengxiao, who was sitting opposite and eating lobster, and said, "I said it wrong before! If you continue to imitate Fang Yi, you will have a bright future!" After saying that,
He said to Zheng Yuan: "Zheng Yuan also has a career in making money!".
In the past, Lu Qikun said that Zhu Zheng had been imitating Fang Yi's painting style and could not form his own school and had no future. Now that Fang Yi has founded a sect, he cannot say the same about Zhu Zheng, who has always taken Fang Yi as his teacher!
If your style of painting looks like someone who has nothing to do with you, critics will criticize you repeatedly and even say you are imitating.
Imitation, plagiarism! But students are like teachers, so everyone should be more tolerant. No one will be too critical. At most, they will say that you don’t have much creativity! Like Liu Hongshuo and Fang Yi, the master-disciple pair, they are completely different.
Then everyone is surprised: Why can’t you see the shadow of your teacher in your style?
It can be said that among the people sitting now, Zhu Zheng and Zheng Yuan are equivalent to being taught by Fang Yi. If they write their names on the exhibition, they can add a sentence at the end: Mr. Fang Yi’s students! Fang Yi will not deny it.
.But it would be a bit strange for other people to add it, and I would be embarrassed to add it.
After hearing this, Zhu Zheng rubbed his forehead and said with a smile: "I just think Fang Yi's painting is the best!".
"Okay! Okay!" Wei Jin said jokingly: "I know your teacher is awesome. Come and call me uncle! Let me have a good time too!".
"Master!" Zhao Jie looked at Wei Jin and threw the shrimp shell in his hand towards Wei Jin.
Zhu Zheng did not throw anything, but stretched out his hand towards Wei Jin, clasped his fingers together and twitched twice: "I want to hear that my uncle has given me the meeting gift first. I have my eye on a car! It's only over two hundred thousand. What do you think?
People with big shoulders and round waists won’t care, right? It’s my birthday in a while, and all of you who want to be a master should be considerate! If it’s less than 200,000, I’m sorry for you!”
After hearing this, Zhou Tong quickly shook his head: "I can't afford your nephew. You have more than 200,000 yuan per birthday, and more than one million yuan is taken away from us a year. You might as well stop painting and wait for every year."
Just celebrate your birthday!".
Tao Yong laughed after hearing this. He pointed out jokingly: "Wait until you see the four foreign uncles before you reach out. They are the real uncles from the same sect, and their bodies are slicker than those of us who are skinny."
It’s too much! Don’t even open your mouth, just reach out and touch it, and you’ll find a hand full of oil! If you shake it, money will fall out, and it’s still euros!”
Everyone laughed again after hearing this.
Among all the people in this group, not only Wang Hongqi but also Zhao Jie were the ones who were most deeply touched. Looking at the seven friends sitting there, Zhao Jie sometimes felt like it was a dream. He suddenly became a portrait model.
A college student soon became a contracted painter of a gallery. Soon his works will appear in the exhibition hall together with the works of these people sitting at the table?
Seeing the people in front of him chatting, Zhao Jie's thoughts drifted back to his hometown for some reason, remembering the time when he returned home just after the school holiday.
I remembered that my father slapped his thigh when he was watching me paint. He said that oil painting is the same as building a house with lime plaster walls, except that the plaster walls are white and there is more glitter here, which makes me smile.
My mother was shocked when she heard that one of her works cost tens of thousands of yuan in the gallery at the beginning. When she mentioned that one of Fang Yi's works was now worth two million yuan, the two old people immediately became worried for Fang Yi.
:How to spend so much money!
When he returned home this time, Zhao Jie's life was very easy. The old couple no longer wanted to marry themselves, and now the matchmakers in the ten miles and eight villages no longer went to his own home. Even the old couple felt that these ten miles and eight villages,
Even the accountant in the town’s government is no longer worthy of his daughter!
After all, my daughter is also a college student and has become a painter. Although the two old people have no big feelings for painters. But the one who leads the family is always very arrogant, right? For example, what proletarian revolutionaries have I heard before?
They are all very arrogant. They all have family skills.
How much difference is there? Not only the old couple, but also the people in the village feel that no matter what, they have to have the same administrative level as the mayor of the township! Maybe they can be on the same level as the county chief, so what!? The county chief can be in your town?
Are you worried about your little accountant? No matter what, I need to find someone at the secretary level to be a good match!
The matchmaker knew no secretary, so Zhao Jie settled down and stayed at home for two weeks before returning to Shicheng.
Zheng Xiaopeng gathered these people here, firstly, he wanted to create a group business card, and secondly, he also wanted to take advantage of Fang Yi's momentum! Imagine that Fang Yi and five people would appear at an exhibition organized by his gallery together! Domestic art media will
What kind of reaction is there? Friends of famous artists can always take some advantage, right?
A simple example, a work that was eliminated and thrown into the trash can was spotted by a master, and he tried his best to turn the tide against all opinions. In short, he said anything. Anyway, it was the master who liked it and convinced the organizer.
The building is completed! Just
It is the current Sydney Opera House. The designer was Jorn Utzon, who was still unknown at the time. The final master was Eero Saarinen, one of the most creative architects in the 20th century! If you think about it, there are some details in this story.