The entire exhibition and the subsequent auction did not end until half past ten at night. While waiting to go back, there was one more person in Fang Yi's car.
Wei Jin was holding a painting and sitting listlessly in the back seat of the car. From time to time he would pick up the painting and take a look at it, and then he would sigh.
Wei Jin, the boy, came over to Fang Yi's house to make up the numbers. When everyone was chatting in the small room, they didn't know how Su Meng thought of playing mahjong. As soon as the suggestion was made, she immediately got the invitation from Fang Yi's house.
The vigorous efforts of the police with small household registration
Support, to be clear, it means Tao Yong is here with his wife. She has everything to play and eat, and she misses the quintessence of the Chinese nation and wants to play mahjong. As soon as there are people here to support her, she also sacrifices her life.
Tao Yong was the only one missing to accompany his wife.
I originally wanted Fang Yi or Zheng Yuan to come, but neither of them had much interest, and Qu Gu even less interested in such entertainment activities. After everyone discussed it, Wei Jin was invited over.
"If you buy it, just buy it. It's like buying a lottery ticket for your future son. And if you think about it, this thing is much more cost-effective than buying a lottery ticket." Fang Yi looked at the rearview mirror and joked to Wei Jin.
Although it was a joke, what Fang Yi said is true. Young artists who can show their faces in the October exhibition now have a brighter future no matter what, even if their futures were dark before. Just like a Hollywood woman.
After the actor went to college, he introduced his classmates to reporters and said that he didn't think he was any good in the class because one of his classmates had performed on the same stage as Yo-Yo Ma, and the other classmates were also great.
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So now it is an honor to be exhibited together with the works of Popile Fang Yi.
In this regard, if the works sold at auctions are bought a few years later, there is at least a 50% chance that the cost can be recovered. There is a 30% chance that the works will be turned over. How can there be a lottery ticket?
Such a high probability?
However, considering the work in Wei Jin's hands, this chance is much smaller. The work in Wei Jin's hands is really not that good. The painting is average and has no characteristics. To say that this work is good
Where, Fang Yi can only say that it is realistic.
What? Didn’t you say he was a young artist? How come someone of this caliber got mixed up in the circle of young artists?
If you ask people like Zou Heming about this issue, they will also tell you that there is no way to do it. How can this kind of thing be completely prevented? Human beings all exist in a social form. How do you say that you come and go?
Some things require a certain degree of compromise. What's the big deal about having a young man sell paintings?
It’s hard to say what kind of exchange of interests the author had with the organizer. Even if he asked Zou Heming, he wouldn’t say. Anyway, judging from the work Wei Jin held in his cup, the author really didn’t stand out.
With talent, it’s okay to be able to do it, but it’s okay to say that you can’t do it.
Besides, this donation of paintings for auction is just an added bonus. And the paintings are donated for free. If you ask people who have famous works that have sold over 100,000 yuan to come, even if the painter is willing, the gallery that signed the contract will not be willing.
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"Buying lottery tickets is a small gain. I almost spent 30,000 US dollars on me. How can I win? It's not just one or two yuan." Wei Jin looked at the work he was holding in his hand again.
"Then you have nothing to do? Why are you extending your hand?" Zheng Yuan turned to look at Wei Jin and asked with a smile.
After hearing this, Wei Jin explained to Zheng Yuan: "I didn't see you guys raising your hands all the time, but in the end you didn't even spend the money for one picture! I saw how happy you were having fun. I decided to learn from you and wanted to show it.
I am also a caring person. Who knew that when I raised my hand, a lot of people would look at me! I only raised my hand once and bought this unfortunate thing!"
Fang Yi laughed twice after hearing this. Originally, this kind of charity thing was just to pass the time and show love. Basically, everyone who participated had an idea of how to bid and what position they would pay, and no one would pay.
The price of the top. People usually only buy one painting, and no one will buy all the paintings.
To put it more clearly, it means spending a small amount of money, taking advantage of the situation and earning fame! It’s that simple. If you really want to invest in this, I’m afraid at least half of the people sitting in the banquet hall can take out their pockets and make a few strokes to make money.
If you spend millions of dollars, how can you spend so much time on it?
In this situation, what you are doing is playing with tunes! It is mainly for the public and the media to see.
Zheng Yuan raised the sign several times at the dinner party today, but according to the agreed rules, it was easily surpassed by others. When he raised it again, the price happened to rise to a price that could not be raised, that is, everyone who bid was
I had already paid the maximum price as I intended, so I didn't even buy a single picture throughout the night.
Fang Yi and Zheng Yuan decided to take a picture every time for fun. As for Wei Jin raising his hand to take the picture, Fang Yi didn't think about it at all, so he didn't tell him some hidden rules. How about this kid?
Seeing that the price was about to reach the upper limit, he stretched out his hand and gave out an extra thousand dollars, which was exactly fifty dollars short of the upper limit of the price in everyone's mind. It would be strange if he couldn't get it.
"If you don't understand, don't reach out! And you're a painter yourself, so you don't know how this painting is?" Fang Yi drove his car and followed Qu Gu's car.
"I see that the suits you all wear are almost more expensive than the paintings you take. Each one of you is pretending to pay a thousand dollars. If you add two thousand dollars, it will make you look very fierce!" Wei Jin looked up and looked up.
He looked at Fang Yi and said, "I'm just going to lift a painting!".
"Did you get the results?" Fang Yi asked with a smile without looking back.
Wei Jin said: "It's been carried out, and it's been carried into my own hands! You said that I didn't participate in the Youth Exhibition, and I didn't enter the Masters Exhibition. I just sat there and paid tens of thousands of dollars? What a loss for me.
Oh! I gave them tens of thousands of dollars without any benefit at all!”
After thinking about the situation at that time, Wei Jin added: "No wonder the person who bid in front of me saw the expression on my face that was quite playful when I raised my hand, and then smiled at me!".
"Be content, at least you still heard the applause from the audience when the hammer fell," Fang Yi said.
"Haven't you been here before? You don't know this little common sense?" Zheng Yuan asked Wei Jin.
Wei Jin said: "This is the first time I have been to such an occasion, and the place was almost full of foreigners. I looked here and there out of curiosity, and then chatted with my friends. How could I be in the mood to watch you perform an auction?
! Besides, there were not as many works last time as there are now! I’m afraid it’s not even half of what we have today, and the number of people is more than half less than this time.”
"Is this why you raised your hand?" Fang Yi glanced at Zheng Yuan and said with a smile, "I didn't expect that he liked to join in the fun, so I never told him about it!".
"Forget it! Just take it and hang it on your bedside when you get home. Remind yourself to pay attention. Don't mess with things you don't understand. Look at other people raising placards and raise them too. Fortunately, the loss is only tens of thousands.
If it's hundreds of thousands or millions, you're going to open your mouth and cry in the auction house!" After Zheng Yuan said happily, she turned away and looked at the road ahead.
Fang Yi said: "It's impossible to cry. Not to mention tens of thousands of dollars, even if it's millions of dollars, it's still a small thing for Teacher Wei of Shicheng Qijun!"
It can be taken out, but in three to five years at most, this guy can fill up the money. Tens of thousands of dollars is just a drop in the bucket.
As for this guy, he just cries about being poor just for the sake of being poor! It seems that no one can even calculate how much he earns in a year.
When the car stopped at home, Wei Jin's spirits immediately improved. He threw down the work he had taken and opened the door and got out of the car.
"I have been unlucky today. Please be careful in the next card game. Brother Wei, I am going to kill everyone." Wei Jin immediately said to the people who got off the car in front of him.
Su Meng glanced at Wei Jin: "Just you? You can only deal with the girls from the Normal University, and at most you can make people shed tears. But when you enter the card game, you have such a small body!".
After saying that, he glanced at Wei Jin disdainfully: "Tch! You should sleep with the round-headed and flat-headed ones today. At least you have something to hold onto and cry! Don't tell me, Sister Su, I'm bullying you. I'm in Canada all day long."
I’ll just practice this if it’s okay, semi-professional player! Don’t lose the golden beans when the time comes.”
"Don't be afraid! I'll touch up today's painting first," Wei Jin said.
Tao Yong immediately said: "Don't mention it! As for the quality of the works you photographed, it would be better not to paint them than to paint them. Selling canvas and paints is worth money. This thing cannot be counted!".
Fang Yi got out of the car and listened to these people talking about playing mahjong. Seeing that they were talking pretty well, he opened the back door and took out the work.
"Don't you take your things away?" Fang Yi asked Wei Jin, shaking the work in his hand.
Wei Jin quickly waved his hand: "No one even wants the gambling book, so why should I use it! Find a place to put it, and if you really don't like it, just throw it away."
"Stop talking, hurry up and start moving bricks." Su Meng waved her hand and immediately walked towards the house with her head held high.
Fang Yi followed him into the house carrying the painting.
Watching Su Meng and others go upstairs, Fang Yi told Yeda to prepare some food and drink for these people and then send it up. He didn't know how long these people were going to play cards, or should he get it for them.
Have some of these things.
"Which one of you wants this painting? That friend took the picture just now. I don't want it anymore!" Fang Yi asked Jill and Luo Lun.
"Give it to me!" Luo Lun looked at the painting in Fang Yi's hand. Although he had stayed at Fang Yi's house for several years, none of them had made much progress in painting. Luo Lun just liked this work. Trees are trees and people are people.
.The painting was quite realistic. Plus it didn’t cost much, so naturally I wanted to take it back and hang it in my home.
Fang Yi also put the painting in Luo Lun's hand, turned around and walked upstairs.
I went upstairs and walked to the door of the entertainment room. Before I even opened the door, I heard the faint sound of joy coming from inside. After I opened the door, the sound of the exhaust system was washed straight into my eardrums. (Unfinished)