Fang Yi heard a beeping sound in his ears: "There is no need to divide the dividends from the pigment company this year!" Fang Yi put down the phone and mentioned this to his wife Zheng Yuan.
Zheng Yuan did not take this matter seriously: "If you don't divide it, let's not divide it. The family is not short of money!" Zheng Yuan had no objection to Fang Nan's control of the paint company, not to mention the supervision of accountants like Charlie.
, even with Fang Nan’s temperament, she would not play any tricks cautiously.
Regarding the lack of dividends, Fang Yi just complained a few words. His income was going out, so why should he care about these dividends? For Fang Yi, the paint company originally planned to support his sister in doing something, but now
You don’t have to pay any more for it, which is quite satisfying for Fang Yi.
Suddenly remembering something, Fang Yi asked Zheng Yuan with a depressed look on his face: "What do you think is going on during this time? Someone keeps showing me something!".
Zheng Yuan glanced at her husband and replied with a smile: "How can I know this? If you want to ask, just ask yourself!".
Fang Yi touched his head and said to himself: "I didn't do anything too outrageous! How could it be like this!" Today, my sister asked me to look at the linen sent from China, and the day after tomorrow, Artur
Invite yourself to see some new works. Yesterday, the curator of Pure Mediterranean Italy kindly invited me to Italy to appreciate some collection of works. It seems that these things have all come together.
Here Fang Yi was still wondering why so many people let him see things. When he was waiting for Zhun Tu to go to Altur for an appointment, Fang Yi had to be even more surprised.
Before Fang Yi got on the horse, he already thought about the cell phone in his pocket and sat on the horse. Fang Yi took out his cell phone and saw that it was Zou Heming calling, urging Mr. Wen Shun to call.
Artur's farm directed Xiao Bao, but Fang Yi answered the phone himself.
After understanding what Zou Heming said, Fang Yi was even more surprised: "What did you say? Popile painted a work and let me take a look and comment on it?" Fang Yi couldn't believe his ears.
The old guy has painted a work and is he ready to evaluate it?
Instinctively, Fang Yi felt that this matter was a bit unreliable and unlikely. It takes a lot of time for the old man to paint a painting now. At his previous speed, he would still have at least one or two months.
Only then can I complete the works for this year’s October Exhibition in Paris.
"Has he finished painting the two works for the October exhibition?" Fang Yi was first concerned about Popile. Naturally, he asked Zou Heming on the other side.
Zou Heming said: "I don't know. He only said that he planned to spend five or six days painting a work and wanted you to evaluate it. Then there is no need to call. Just write him a letter!".
After saying these words, Zou Heming paused and asked Fang Yi tentatively: "Do you think this old guy has found a way to simplify the steps? Now the painting speed has been greatly improved!".
After Fang Yi thought for a moment, he sat on the horse and shook his head: "Impossible!".
Fang Yi said this with certainty, because both his own lighting techniques and Bobiel's body techniques are very complicated things. Now if you talk about simplifying the complex, it is nonsense, just like
Just like cooking a fish, you start with scaling it, then removing the internal organs. Then put it in the pot. Only in this way can you make a fish with good taste. If you save a few steps, it will be delicious.
I'm afraid that when it's brought to the table, the guests won't have the appetite to eat it.
"What if! How do you know Bobile won't find a simpler technique?" Zou Heming asked again a little unconfidently. Zou Heming was very concerned about this matter. What if the old guy breaks through?
If you do this, you are not telling others invisibly that the money tree in your hand is smaller than the one planted by others. This is a very serious matter!
Now it was difficult for Fang Yi to explain to Zou Heming, but in his heart Fang Yi didn't believe that Popile could simplify the technique and complete a painting in three or four days.
The foundation of post-classical mastering techniques is based on the modern re-understanding of light and color. For example, in the past, light was light. Later, people knew that light was particles, and then they learned that light is not only particles but also waves. The final post-classicism is simply put
It is based on scientific development and a deeper understanding of nature. There is no way this kind of thing is too clever. If there are no steps, there must be some shortcomings in the picture.
"Are you going to see his paintings?" Zou Heming asked.
Fang Yi immediately said: "Of course it looks good! Just wait until he finishes painting and you can send it to me!" Fang Yi didn't believe this evil. If the old man could shorten the post-classical technique to five or six days, don't
He said it was five or six days, just like the two works he currently has on his easel. If he shrunk it down to fifty or sixty days, then he would be in the universe. Fang Yijue believed that Lao Bo had become the only truth in the entire universe.
After chatting with Zou Heming for a few more words, Fang Yi put down the phone and began to think about this matter. Bobile spent such a short time painting a work, and also asked himself to evaluate it? It was really strange, Fang Yi had to think in his heart
Reminds me of an old saying: Abnormality is a monster!
But when it comes to monsters, Bobil is already a monster. To say that he wants to get affirmation from himself? That is really nonsense. Not to mention whether Bobil has thought about it, Fang Yi, who is sitting on the horse now, thinks of it.
It's all a bit funny, how can I use the old guy's reputation to the point where I am sure of it!
If it's not this, then why? What is the "1" on the painting that was sent? Could it be that the canvas was painted very small in five or six days? Thinking of this, Fang Yi couldn't help but stretched out his hand and started to draw, starting from about
The octavo paper has been drawn to the size of sixteen folios
Format, Fang Yi still can't believe that the old man can complete a post-classical style work in five or six days, even if it is only half of the 16-karat gold, because you have to dry the paint layer thoroughly before you can use it for the second time.
Layer it, it just doesn’t take enough time to dry.
Sitting on horseback, Fang Yi was so confused. When Mr. Wen Shun changed from trotting to walking, and then turned around in a small circle according to his habit, he was ready to turn around and take his master back. Fang Yi finally came back from his thoughts.
.
"Hey!" Fang Yi reached out and patted Mr. Wen Shun's neck, then took off the reins and said with a smile: "Don't go back, I'm going to Artur's place today! You are a good comrade who loves his family, unlike some
Heartless thing!".
After complaining about the shameless and skinless red dates, Fang Yi felt that the evaluation of red dates was too negative. He would not waste his own things and eat elsewhere. From the perspective of saving money, it seemed to be something worth promoting.
"Drive!" Fang Yi shook the reins, urged Mr. Meek to get off, and galloped towards Artur's home.
When I arrived at the gate of the farm, I roared, then dismounted my horse and pushed the door open. After taking off the saddle and other things, I looked up and saw Artur, Keshma and that boy Steven who Fang Yi didn't like.
"Hi!" Fang Yi took the bridle off Mr. Wen Shun's head and hung it on the railing next to him. He patted Mr. Wen Li's horse's face, said hello to his friend, and then walked towards the few people.
Come.
"I was just thinking about something, I'm a little late!" Fang Yi was almost twenty minutes late, so naturally he had to explain to his friends: "Someone wants me to see a piece of work!".
The fact that someone asked Fang Yi to read his work was not a big deal in either Keshma or Artur's eyes, and everyone's concept of time was not like that of office workers who work a nine-to-five job. If it is later, it will be later.
Well, everyone is not in a hurry to have a meeting.
"Well! You came quite early. Rude is much closer than you and he hasn't come yet!" Keshima waved to Fang Yi, which was a response to Fang Yi's "Hi".
Fang Yi followed the two of them into the studio. As soon as he entered, he saw a lot of food on the table, including baked cookies, Mexican burritos, etc. It was very rich.
"Are you preparing for a tea party?" Fang Yi couldn't help but feel happy when he saw this situation. When we did this before, everyone was still in Paris. At that time, none of them were famous yet, and they squatted in Alto every night.
Er and Anders lived in the large barn-turned-house, eating and talking about linearist art.
In this situation now, apart from other things, the snacks are much richer than before, and the food looks much better.
"Does it remind you of Paris?" Keshima asked with a smile as he watched Fang Yi sit down, picked up a burrito, put it in his mouth and took a bite.
Fang Yi ate the burrito and nodded to Keshima: "Well, this thing is really delicious!" This burrito is quite spicy and contains meat, onions and several other ingredients.
Of course it tastes great.
After finishing a piece of burrito, Fang Yi clapped his hands and asked Keshima: "Tell me, why did you find everyone today?".
"Look at the paintings!" Keshima said to Fang Yi: "Didn't I tell you before? Come to Artur today to look at the paintings!".
"Ah!" Fang Yi glanced at the half table of delicious snacks in front of him and thought to himself: Looking at paintings? Isn't what we did today a bit too grand? But when he thought that Popile would spend several days painting a work,
Moreover, he had to evaluate himself. It seemed that his friend's abnormality, which was not abnormal at all, was immediately forgotten by Fang Yi.
Since we are viewing paintings and people haven’t arrived yet, everyone should just wait!
Waiting was waiting. Fang Yi did not just sit around, nor did he join in the chat between Keshima and the other three. Instead, he concentrated on making burritos. This time Fang Yi ate a little bit thinly.
It tastes like chewing slowly, and while eating, you can feel the pure and rich aroma coming from your taste buds.
While waiting for Rude to come, Fang Yi had already eaten three times and felt full. (To be continued...)