"Then you are going to find your friend to evaluate the painting? Fang Yi doesn't agree with it either!" Su Meng couldn't help but look at Popile and said.
Fang Yi couldn't help but smile when he heard what Su Meng said, and thought to himself: How many friends does he have? He probably had one or two like this before, and they were all pissed off by his bad temper.
Popile looked at Su Meng and said disdainfully: "Do I need to find friends to comment on my paintings? And are ordinary people qualified to comment on my works? If you want to find them, you have to find those who are qualified and capable to comment on me.
and Fang Yi’s works, let’s judge the merits of our two works together!”.
"Who are you going to find?" Fang Yi thought for a moment and asked. Anyway, it was the old guy who said it. As for him going to find someone like Lucian Freud, even if he wanted to get Francis Bacon out of his grave.
Come out and let him find it. Anyway, I have no friendship with them, and I am not prepared to get in front of them for nothing.
Hearing Fang Yi ask who he wanted to find, Bobil subconsciously raised a hand and began to mutter something in his mouth. Unexpectedly, he didn't mutter for two seconds, and Bobile looked at Fang Yi.
A little dazed.
Fang Yi looked at the two fingers raised by the old man, and suddenly understood that the old man seemed to have added himself to the list, so he raised the two fingers.
"It seems that we can only comment between the two of us!" Sure enough, Popile looked at Fang Yi and said, "Others are not qualified to comment on my works! Now only you are most qualified!".
Fang Yi didn't want to continue to worry about why he was only half qualified. After looking at his smiling wife and Su Meng who covered her mouth happily, he turned to look at Bobiel and asked: "
So what do you think we should do? Whose work will win this year?"
Bobile thought for almost a minute, and then said in a tangled voice: "One person, one vote will count as a tie this year. Now it's my turn to make a proposition. Let's compete again next year!".
"It seems a bit endless when we do it like this," Fang Yi said after hearing this. If you compare it like this, it is simply the way of descendants. Two people are criticizing paintings, and they are also criticizing their own works. This is
How long will it take to determine the winner?
"One day you will think that my painting is better than yours!" Popile looked at Fang Yi intently and said very firmly.
"Then you have time to wait! Pay more attention to your health!" Fang Yi said happily looking at Bobile, the stubborn old man.
Bobile pretended not to hear the irony in Fang Yi's painting, lowered his head and thought for a moment: "Human body!".
Fang Yi was still waiting for the old guy to say more. However, after waiting for a while, he didn't see the old guy continue talking. Instead, he looked at himself.
"Just two words for human body?" Fang Yi asked, looking at Popile.
"Of course, it's the human body. Just use their respective studios as the background!" Popile looked at Fang Yi and repeated his request.
"Is there a limit on the number of people?" Fang Yi asked.
Bobile obviously did not consider this aspect, and after thinking for a moment, he raised three fingers at Fang Yi. Not only Fang Yi understood, but everyone present also understood, the human body works of the three people.
"Okay! I don't have any more doubts." Fang Yi had just finished his words. He saw Popile nodded and immediately turned around and left. Look at this, the old guy's trip to Los Angeles is over again.
Fang Yi was about to go chat with Qu Gu and others. Before he turned around, he saw Caviezel strolling around with a friend.
Seeing Caviezel's eyes glance at him, Fang Yi raised his hand and said hello to him. Unexpectedly, Jim waved his hand towards him and motioned for him to come over.
"I'll go over there. You guys find a place first and I'll find you later." Fang Yi said to Qu Gu and the others.
"Then I'll go with them. Since Jim doesn't have a female companion with him, I won't go there," Zheng Yuan said to Fang Yi.
"Yeah!" Fang Yi nodded and walked in the direction of James Caviezel.
As soon as Fang Yi approached, James Caviezel introduced his friends to Fang Yi: "Fang, this is my friend Kevin Costner! Kevin, this is Fang!".
"Nice to meet you" Fang Yi shook hands with Kevin.
"Hello Mr. Fang, your works are really eye-opening. It can be said that I never imagined that I would see paintings like this. The talents of you and Mr. Popile are eye-catching" Kevin Costner
He shook hands with Fang Yi and said politely.
"Thank you," Fang Yi said with a smile. When he heard others praise him, and when he praised him in person, he would feel very happy. Just like now, Fang Yi felt that Kevin made him feel good the first time.
Jim knew that Fang Yi definitely didn't know who Kevin was. After listening to the two greetings, Jim said to Fang Yi: "Kevin is an actor and a director. He also sings from time to time."
After hearing this, Fang Yi didn't ask what films he had made, but asked: "Are there any new works coming out?".
"There is a new movie that has just been filmed and it will take a while to be released. When "The Lifeguard" is released, if Fang is interested, he can bring his wife to watch the premiere." Kevin Costner said to Fang Yi
Let’s talk about my new work.
"Thank you!" Fang Yi replied.
The three of them just stood here chatting, mainly Fang Yi listening, James Caviezel and Kevin Costner talking, asking from time to time where the next work will be exhibited, etc.
Things, anyway, just talk.
The three of them stood here for a while, and Fang Yi saw Kevin Costner saying hello behind him. Fang Yi turned around and saw two big Hollywood stars coming over. Now it can be said that
Pitt and Jolie are in their prime.
Naturally, there was a flurry of polite words such as "Nice to meet you, I've seen you for a long time" and so on. Fang Yi was a little curious about this pair of Hollywood celebrities. He was not curious about their reputation, but curious about the rumors about these two people.
The divorce between Pitt and Aniston was hotly debated in the past, followed by the various indiscretions of the third party Jolie in the past. Many people are not optimistic about both Pitt and Jolie. However, they are now living together.
It seems really good. Of course, whether it's really good or not, it has nothing to do with Fang Yi as a painter.
Anyway, everyone is here just to chat.
Julie was very interested in how Fang Yi completed such a work: "Mr. Fang, would it be difficult to paint a work like yours?"
Fang Yi nodded and said: "It's difficult to draw. It's about technique. In fact, it's mainly about the control of your hands!".
"I heard that it usually takes a year to complete a painting like this!" Peter asked Fang Yi.
"Yeah! It almost takes that long. In fact, the main problem is waiting for it to dry naturally. I have too many layers of painting, so the waiting time for drying and the time for painting are almost half and half," Fang Yi said.
Next, while chatting, the topic of charity somehow came up again. Only then did Fang Yi know that Julie was very enthusiastic about charity. She had started doing charity a few years ago and promised to donate one-third of her own money every year.
All income was donated.
"I also have this plan. I will donate at least half of my income every year. If I have a lot of income, I will donate more. Of course, this income will depend on the painting market," Fang Yi heard Julie say.
I traveled to some countries and saw some refugees. Then several other people also talked about their charity plans, and then they also expressed their own thoughts.
"Peter and I are preparing to set up a charitable foundation. If you are interested, I can tell you about my ideas at that time."
Are you ready to recruit people to donate money now? Fang Yi thought with a smile in his heart. After a pause, Fang Yi nodded and said: "Okay! If you finish it, you can send it to me for a look. But my donation is estimated to be only one year.
About one million U.S. dollars!”. The United States can donate this much. You can’t count the domestic ones. Who knows where these people donate their money!
Now Fang Yi estimates that his annual income should be around ** million. A little more or less is not too far off. He only spends part of the money accordingly every year, and the rest is enough.
Used.
Doing charity seems to be new to Chinese people, but here in the United States, it is very normal for rich people. Almost every celebrity will do charity. This is a public requirement for celebrities. Rich people also
I don’t want the media to say that I am rich but immoral and unkind. Of course, if you don’t donate, there is no one forcing you to donate to charity, but if you do so, your reputation will be ruined.
After everyone talked about charity, they separated. Fang Yi started to look for Qu Gu and the others.
As soon as Qu Gu and others separated from Fang Yi, Zheng Yuan led the way and found a secluded office. Zheng Yuan had been here several times before, so of course he knew where there was a room suitable for chatting in this exhibition hall.
As soon as Zheng Yuan opened the door, she saw a burst of smoke inside. She coughed twice and waited for the smoke to dissipate. Only then did she realize that Ru De, Li Yuncong, Wei Jin, and Lang Yanguang were smoking and chatting here.
"You are not afraid of burning yourselves," Zheng Yuan said to Wei Jin and others.
"Open the window!" Wei Jin saw Qu Gu and Carson arriving at the door, and immediately said to Lang Yanguang.
As soon as the window is opened and the door is opened, the smoke in the room will soon dissipate.
Wei Jin sat down and asked, "Why are you here? Where is Fang Yi?".
"We were stopped by a friend. We were going to find a place to chat, but who knew you guys came a step earlier?" Zheng Yuan pulled out a chair from the table and sat down and said.
"We have nothing to do, so we followed Rude here to rest." Wei Jin said, "Have you seen Tao Yong?".
"No!" Zheng Yuan shook his head and said, "Didn't he have some works in the exhibition? Maybe he was chatting with someone."
"He is an old man who is not very fluent in English, but there are people chatting with him?" Wei Jin smiled and said, "No matter what, I hope the couple can find this treasure!".
Zheng Yuan sat here and chatted with everyone for half an hour. People who were tired came one after another, including Artur, Anders, and Keshma. Anyway, everyone who had been here before and got to know each other was found.
I came into this small room. The entire small conference room seemed to have become a refuge. (To be continued...)