Chapter 494 You have to work when you choose a side!
The matter of opening a partnership company was like a gust of wind to Fang Yi. Apart from blowing away a check of more than 600,000 US dollars that he had written, it did not cause much turmoil in Fang Yi's life.
, it passed without even a ripple...
There were no ripples in Fang Yi's life, but the life of the painting seller was extremely complicated. During this time, this man was jumping up and down and crying to the media that he had been deceived by Sofoby in order to win.
The sympathy of the public can leave a first impression on the jury when he goes to court.
This person didn't want the painting back, but wanted Sofoby to pay a compensation. Of course, if the compensation could be the same as the estimated price of the painting, that would be his most satisfactory result.
Once the painting is in Fang Yi's hands, it will never come back anyway. If it can be returned, it will touch the bottom line of the capitalist spirit. Of course, Fang Yi will not carry forward any style and return the painting.
It's something that ** can do. Now Fang Yi uses a popular saying on the Internet to describe it: I just look at it and I don't say anything!
Although this lawyer complained to the media in every possible way, Fang Yi was still not optimistic about his chances of winning. Although the lawyer he hired was somewhat famous and was very devoted to the case. But Fang Yi still didn't think that Suofo was better than
The team of lawyers are just freeloaders. Not only did these people ask Sotheby to compensate tens of millions, but even if they compensated half of the price, I am afraid that Sotheby will have to change a group of lawyers during the appeal.
The entire case is a naked entanglement of interests that will be played out in court. The original victim acted like a performance in the hope of gaining some chips. The businessman who used to have a peaceful face has now revealed his true colors.
, everything about honesty was put aside, and a reasonable compensation of some money was what Sofoby wanted. As for how much was reasonable, the price was given in the mediation before going to court, and a reasonable price was two hundred thousand dollars.
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Look at the lawyer who represents the painting seller in the lawsuit. He also has his own plan. If he wins, his reputation will rise to a higher level, or he will go up several levels to become a famous barrister. If one person loses against a group, he will lose. What impact will it have on him?
It’s not too big. What Sotheby’s legal team has to do is not only to serve their own clients, but also to retain their clients. This client is not just Sotheby’s family, but also others.
Now Li Yuncong was sitting next to Fang Yi's dining table, flipping through a magazine and talking to Fang Yi about the above things. All the above things were thought up by this kid at random.
Fang Yi held two large pieces of bread in his hands, with a thick piece of braised beef sandwiched in the middle. As soon as he bit into it, the whole beef began to drip with soup. The soup dripped along the beef onto the plate. And Fang Yi's nose
There was a delicious sound of humming in the mouth. Both eyes were looking at the 'hamburger' that was a combination of Chinese and Western in the hands.
"Do you think my analysis makes sense?" Li Yuncong ate normally, and the beef turned into steak and lay on the plate in front of him.
"It makes sense! It's right!" Fang Yi didn't hear most of what he said. Anyway, when Li Yuncong asked him this question, he just answered it smoothly.
"Do you need anything else?" Yeda said to the two people sitting at the table.
Li Yuncong said quickly: "That's enough, that's enough! Thank you!" Now most of the people in the family have gone to bed to rest. Only Fang Yi is painting, while Li Yuncong doesn't sleep at night and gets up after noon.
Naturally, they were staying and playing in Fang Yi's studio. When twelve o'clock arrived, the two of them had to get something to eat to fill their stomachs. Today's midnight snack was beef.
Li Yuncong picked up a napkin and wiped the corners of his mouth with gravy. Then he turned to the next page of the magazine in his hand: "I will return to China the day after tomorrow! Do you want me to bring anything back to you?"
The reason why Li Yuncong didn't go back as soon as the matter was discussed was because he was waiting for Wright. On the other hand, Li Yuncong didn't need to do anything in the early stages. The family had been living in China for so many years. If Li Yuncong had to go there for such a small matter,
Yes, the Li family was in a bit of a miserable situation.
"No!" Fang Yi's answer was simple and clear.
"Yeah!" Li Yuncong glanced at Fang Yi and suddenly changed the subject: "What do you think I want to find a female celebrity to be my girlfriend?".
"It's up to you if you like it! Is it famous enough? Have I heard of it?" Fang Yi asked a bunch of questions casually, and then started eating his own local burger.
Li Yuncong thought for a moment and said: "It's very famous. It would be strange if you haven't heard of it!".
"Who? Tell me and listen."
"Zhang Jiji!".
"Cough! Cough! Cough!" When Fang Yi heard the name, he was so excited that he didn't spit a piece of freshly-bitten beef into his trachea.
He patted his chest hard several times and finally put the beef back into his mouth. He didn't have time to continue chewing and just took the red wine glass next to him and swallowed it with a sip of wine.
After wiping his mouth, Fang Yi stared at Li Yuncong looking up and down and praised: "Now I realize that your appetite is really great!".
Li Yuncong felt a little embarrassed when Fang Yi looked at him. After laughing twice, he explained: "I'm a grown man and I don't have a girlfriend. It's not good for my physical and mental health for such a long time!".
"Pull you down!" How could Fang Yi believe what Li Yuncong said? Li Yuncong said that he didn't have a girlfriend, Fang Yixin, and that he lacked a woman to warm his bed. Fang Yi would not believe it no matter what.
With his net worth and my reputation, not to mention other clubs, women are vying to be with him. To put it a bit exaggerated, the flowers are the same every year, and the people are different day and night. It is not difficult. Now.
How do some people, men and women, know how to write the word face?
I don't even have a good impression of Zhang Jiji Fang Yi. Not to mention the one time I met her on a gray screen before, and not to mention the fact that she asked me if she wanted an autograph. This so-called female star has shot a lot of movies.
, but the more I filmed, the worse it got, and I almost became the female version of the king of bad films. I don’t know how someone who was terrible at filming could become so famous.
In addition to making bad movies, there are quite a few men I have slept with from the tabloids, from famous directors to some actors. Now it seems that the taste has developed towards the corporate world again. In short, this man has a taste of men from the newspapers.
Just like a bear breaking corn, when you throw away one thing, your hand has already reached for the next one.
"Actually, I've met this guy and he's pretty good!" Li Yuncong said with a shrug.
"This matter has nothing to do with me!" Fang Yi listened to Li Yuncong's words. Then he started to nibble on the food in his hand. Fang Yi was really not interested in discussing this matter. Li Yuncong could find a girlfriend to fall in love with. This was his own business.
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Li Yuncong watched Fang Yi concentrate on eating, and then he continued to eat. While eating, he put down the magazine in his hand, then picked up the remote control next to him and started watching TV.
When Li Yuncong switched the program to the French station, Fang Yi listened to the news on the TV and couldn't help but said to Li Yuncong: "Just watch this!".
After saying that, Fang Yi put down the food in his hand and watched a group of reporters surrounding Bobiel on the TV news. Several microphones were erected in front of the old man.
The old man said expressionlessly to the many reporters: "The money owed for that painting is enough!" After saying that, he wanted to push the reporters away and go to his room.
"The auction house estimates that this work of yours will cost at least 10 million US dollars! What do you think?" A reporter asked loudly when he saw Popile was about to leave.
After listening to the reporter's words, Bobil turned his head and looked at the reporter who asked the question. Instead of answering her question, he asked the reporter in a confused way: "Do you think I look like
An idiot? Or do I look like a psychopath?".
The female reporter couldn't help but think in her heart: You don't look like an idiot, but you can at least be mentally ill! She thought like this in her heart but couldn't say it in her mouth. The old man turned around and immediately asked: "What about you?
Do you mean this work is not worth the price?".
The old man glanced at the reporter again with a cold look. It seemed that he was looking at an idiot and idiot. He stared at the reporter for ten minutes and then turned around and went back to his room.
Now Fang Yi saw the reporter on TV and said loudly to the camera: "Mr. Popile seems to have a high opinion of his work...".
Hearing the reporter say this, Fang Yi couldn't help but laugh. As Fang Yi, of course he understood the meaning of Popile's last look at the reporter as if he was looking at an idiot, which seemed to say: something like this
You have to ask people? You may be really idiotic.
However, the reporters present generally did not understand it this way. They believed that Popile was making a positive statement on the artistic achievement of his minimalist masterpiece. Such an understanding is completely inconsistent with the meaning!
Fang Yi was having fun here. The program on the TV was not over yet, and the reporter continued to report. When the report was finished, the footage was sent back to the studio. Four so-called experts and a host started talking again.
Run the train and continue to talk nonsense about Popile's works.
Before the show ended, Fang Yi felt the vibration of his cell phone. When Fang Yi picked up the cell phone, he saw an unfamiliar number. When Fang Yi answered the call and was about to talk, a sentence came from the phone.
"You have chosen a side on art itself, so you must have the courage to defend it! Instead of letting these clowns insult painting! Let others hear your thoughts and tell people that what is called a mess is not what it is called.
The era of modern painting is over, and postclassicism will redefine modern painting art!".
As soon as Fang Yi heard this man's voice, he subconsciously asked: "Bobile?". This voice was the voice of that old guy Bobile. Fang Yi knew it as soon as he heard it, but he still asked to be safe.
"It's me!" Popile said suddenly on the other end, and then said again: "Think about how you will face those clowns in a few days." Then he hung up the phone.
Fang Yi said hello twice, and then dialed the number again, but when he heard the sound, the other party had turned off his phone.
"Call Heming?" Li Yuncong said as he watched Fang Yi put down the phone.
Fang Yi shook his head: "No need!". Fang Yi knew that the old man was determined to drag him into this pit. (To be continued...)