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Chapter 322 Quarrel

Fang Yi watched the two small cars at the entrance of the village drive out of sight, waved to his friends, and then turned around and returned to his house.

The newly arrived group of people is an interview team from a French TV station. This time they are here to interview five masters of linearism. This TV station is going to produce a program of tens of minutes to introduce Fang Yi and four friends. Originally, Fang Yi

Yi didn't want to be interviewed by the mass media because these programs focused more on your private life than your art. However, Anders persuaded her three or four times, and for his sake, the four of them accepted the interview.

After returning home and in front of his easel, Fang Yi put down his brush after painting for more than half an hour, turned back to the sofa, sat down, and threw his body across the sofa.

Hey! Thinking about today's interview, Fang Yi couldn't help but sigh. The painting that imitated Rembrandt's handwriting has been making noise for several months. Fang Yi went from imitator to liar and then to now.

Fang Yi's ears almost became calluses due to the praise from some mass media, such as being the painter who understood Rembrandt the best, and being able to master extremely superb techniques at such a young age.

Although Fang Yi doesn't care much about what the general public thinks of him, whether he misunderstands or praises him, now some ordinary people know who Fang Yi is. Even if they don't know, you can remind him: he is the one who completes the relationship.

Some of Brown's artists also know a little bit about it, because this matter is causing so much trouble.

It's really a bit big. This situation will of course push up the price of Fang Yi's works. The last work completed this year directly jumped over two million US dollars. So that the new year has just arrived. Fang Yi is planning to paint three

Four of the works now have buyers, and they are almost all from museums and art galleries of all sizes.

Just when Fang Yi was thinking about this matter, the cell phone in his pocket rang out of nowhere.

Fang Yi took one look and answered the phone: "Heming. What's going on? The French TV interview just left. You won't find some media to bother me again, right?" He called Zou Heming on the other end of the phone.

Just say hello and ask directly.

"Nothing. I'm calling this time just to tell you a joke." Zou Heming was in a good mood. One of Fang Yi's works sold for 2 million, and it reached 2.5 million.

With such a price, Zou Heming didn't urge Fang Yi to paint two more paintings. He could just paint as many as he could in a year. Anyway, the three paintings next year have already been confirmed as buyers.

Hearing that a joke was being told, Fang Yi was a little confused about what to do with his gallery owner: "You just want to tell me a joke after a long overseas trip?". Fang Yi's mind popped up:

Are you too busy these days? Tell me some jokes when you have time!

Zou Heming opened his mouth without explaining anything and said: "There is a call from the Netherlands asking you to paint the imitation again. This time they are offering five million." Zou Heming is not only the owner of the gallery signed by Fang Yi and others, but also more

He seemed to be a friend of the five of them, so he naturally did not hide the fact about Rude's depression from him. He also knew that several museums in the Netherlands came to see Fang Yi's works.

"Dollars or Euros?" Fang Yi couldn't help but smile after hearing this. Fang Yi is not a saint. Hearing this, he naturally felt a little gloating. In the past, you didn't buy it for three million, but now you have paid the price.

Five million, let you sons of bitches be so pretentious!

"Euro" Zou Heming said: "They want you to draw it again."

"No time!" Fang Yi said directly. Just draw one, and what will Lauder think if he imitates it? Buy a imitation yourself, and within a year you imitate another one? Where is your integrity?

? Not to mention Lauder, even Fang Yi himself has no interest in painting another one. At the beginning, he wanted to let the world see the general appearance of this work. Now that he has done it, why should he spend time painting another one?

One piece!

I'm not a worker on the assembly line. I've been tightening a few screws for a few years. Five million euros seems good, but if you have the time to draw your own works, you can almost make money. For repetitive work

Fang Yi has no interest in mechanical work at all.

Of course, the most important thing is that Fang Yi is not short of money. If he is poor, his life will be the same as before. When Fang Yi heard about this, he would probably run faster than a rabbit. But now,

Of course he is not interested. But then again, if Fang Yi is so poor that he pawns his pants, no one else would be interested in paying him so much money to paint.

"Hahaha!" Zou Heming heard Fang Yi's words and burst into laughter: "That's pretty much what I meant. I said it more tactfully than you did. I said that all your works this year have been booked and you don't have time to draw this thing.

.But it will make you excited when you think about it."

Fang Yi thought for a moment and said, "You'd better tell Rude directly. This kid will definitely be happy to hear it!" Rude is a very vindictive kid. Nowadays, when he mentions the museum he introduced, he still uses a bunch of people.

You call them idiots.

"I talked to him on the phone before I called you." Zou Heming opened his mouth and answered directly.

Fang Yi chatted with Zou Heming for a few words, then heard the sound of a car at the door of the yard. He turned his head and looked out the window and found that Beronica was back, and it seemed that he had bought a lot of things.

"I hung up. Beronica is back. I'm going to help move the things in the car." After saying this, Fang Yi hung up the phone directly and walked out of the house without waiting for Zou Heming to say.

When they arrived at the car, Fang Yi saw that the back door of the station wagon had been opened, and looked at about a dozen bags of various sizes inside. While carrying them, he asked, "Why did you buy so many things at once?"

"Wait for me to go home in a few days. This is a gift I bought for my family," Beronica said, holding three or four bags in each hand.

"Yeah!" After hearing this, Fang Yi also reached out to help carry the bag and move it into the house. There are still a lot of people in Beronica's family. Originally, Fang Yi thought that the relationship between foreigners is simpler than that in our country, just like

In domestic cities now, everyone is living their own lives behind closed doors.

Now, Fang Yi doesn't think so anymore. There are seven aunts, eight aunts, and uncles in Beronica's family, many more than Fang Yi's. Moreover, these people don't live too far away and they come and go frequently.

Every time Beronica goes back, she prepares a lot of gifts.

After unloading the gifts, Fang Yi looked at Beronica squatting in the living room and began to count the orders in his hand one by one. He couldn't help but ask: "Do you want me to go back with you this time?"

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Beronica thought for a moment: "I don't want it anymore. I'll go back by myself and you can just take me to the airport."

After listening to Beronica's words, Fang Yi didn't think much about it. It was okay that he was not allowed to follow. Now that Fang Yi remembered the first time he went to his girlfriend's house, he felt a little uncomfortable. Although the foreigner said no

I know how, but I guess my mood won't be much different by then. It's a good idea not to let myself go! Besides, this matter can be done as late as possible.

"That's fine. You can have a good rest at home this Christmas. You're quite busy during this period." Fang Yi opened his mouth and turned back to his easel and picked up the brush.

After a pause, Fang Yi said again: "For more than a month, I have been holding some art exhibitions and participating in some exchanges!".

"Do you think I'm as famous as you?!" Beronica couldn't help but stood up after hearing Fang Yi's words: "You can make your name famous by just staying at home with one piece of work. Now many people know that Fang Yi

He is an artist."

After hearing Beronica's words, Fang Yi couldn't help but be stunned. Because his girlfriend's voice was too loud, the two of them rarely spoke in this tone.

Seeing Fang Yi looking at her in confusion, Beronica paused and said, "I'm sorry, I'm too busy at this time."

"Then let's rest for a while. The family doesn't lack any money to live, so why make yourself so busy!" Fang Yi looked at Beronica and said.

Who would have thought that as soon as Fang Yi finished speaking, he saw Beronica kicking away the bag next to her: "If my family is not short of money, I can't make money on my own? Do I want to live with your money?!

”.

"What's wrong with you?" Fang Yi put down the paintbrush in his hand, and immediately walked towards the door: "Don't get angry, calm down, I'll go out and walk around by myself and then come back."

Waiting for Fang Yi to go out, he heard Beronica's roar inside the house. Pushing open the fence door, Fang Yi turned to look at the house and murmured to himself: "Is it the aunt here again?

I'm so angry today!" After thinking about it for a while, Fang Yi thought that he had guessed it right. There are always a few days every month when Beronica is not in a good mood, but of course it is not as bad as today.

While walking and thinking about this problem, Fang Yi felt that Beronica's temper was getting louder and louder during this period, especially during the past few days of her menstrual cycle. She started to lose her temper at every turn, and she was not as restrained as before. However,

As Fang Yi, I can understand that my aunt is here.

, every time at this time, Fang Yi's choice is to retreat directly. If he rushes forward to say something now, a verbal battle will most likely break out. Instead of hurting feelings by using words, Fang Yi thinks that he

It's better to find a nook and corner to stay.

Of course, the so-called nooks and crannies that Fang Yi calls are either Artur's place or Keshima's place. As a result, Fang Yi never goes to Rude's den. If he opens the door, he might see something inappropriate for children. Although Lu De

De didn't mind it, and he could happily greet him while holding the model's legs, but Fang Yi couldn't stand it.

It just so happens that today, Artur's little lover is at home. The two of them are sitting on the sofa in the living room. One of them is standing in front of the easel painting, while the little intern anchor is standing next to him, using a small toothpick to fork a plate.

He gave a piece of fruit to Artur and stuffed the other into his mouth. Needless to mention the tenderness and sweetness. In such a situation, let alone Fang Yi, who had just been yelled at by his girlfriend, even if he didn't yell, Fang Yi

It was impossible to stay there. I stayed there for less than a minute and then turned around and came out.

When we arrived at Keshima's house, there was General Iron guarding the door, but he didn't know where he had gone. The last choice was Rudd. Staying outside in this cold weather was not a good choice. (

To be continued...)


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