Chapter 495 The old wave of killing birds with one stone
A few days later, Li Yuncong took Wright, who was going to China for the first time, to go back to China to set up a company. Fang Yi was waiting to see when Bobil would publish his letter. As for how to stop Bobil,
Yi had never thought about it, and he knew that even if he had thought about it, it would have been in vain. That letter was not only an evaluation of Popile's nonsense work, but also the basis of Fang Yi's artistic thoughts. In some sense, it negated it.
In Fang Yi's opinion, he is his own family.
At the same time that the Sotheby's auction house announced that the work would appear at the auction next month as originally planned, at the same time, Popile had already accepted a question from a French TV media and was undressing the clothes hanging on his body.
microphone.
"Thank you for accepting my interview." The beautiful female host watched Bobiel stand up and stood up together, and then extended her hand to the old man.
Bobil didn't have much expression on his face. He just nodded to the beautiful female host and then stretched out his hand. When the two hands were shaken, Bobil's body couldn't help but tremble slightly.
There was a visible stiffness, because the female anchor used her little finger to draw a few strokes on the palm of Popile's hand.
Bobile didn't pay much attention to it the first time, but the old man felt it clearly when he hit it the second time. When Comrade Lao Bo raised his head, he saw the smile in the female anchor's eyes fleeting.
Don't look at Comrade Lao Bo
At such an old age, Lao Bo still feels that he is twenty or thirty years younger at this moment. The beauty in her early thirties who is less than one meter away from him, with plump and delicate skin, still makes Lao Bo feel...
The comrade wave flag waved.
As an artist, Comrade Lao Bo basically has no intention of resisting the prey that comes to his door. Of course, even if he doesn't talk about ugly women, even if he doesn't sleep well, Lao Bo will not pretend to say anything and yell at them! But he is not moved to look at them.
It's just a passing thing, then it's easy to talk about it! Men!
As soon as he woke up to the female anchor's passion, Popile couldn't help but rub the back of the woman's hand with his thumb twice: "It doesn't matter! If you have time and are interested, you can come to my studio to have a look!"
What Bobile said means that you can advance and retreat and be an outstanding artist. Although Comrade Lao Bo is ugly, he still needs face as an artist. Although the woman took the initiative, Lao Bo still couldn't say that the bed at home is good.
Damn, it’s such a shameless and shameless thing to say.
With a faint smile on her face, the female anchor swiped Bobil's hand with her little finger and let go of Bobil's hand. Then she gently twisted her plump buttocks, and bowed under Bobil's attention.
Then he quietly left in front of Popile. Goldman took in the whole process with a smile on his face, but he thought in his heart: No matter how old or ugly this man is, as long as he is famous and famous
If you have money, women will come forward to collect it!
Goldman believed that what was happening in front of him was a living example. He was tall and handsome, standing next to the old man, and the young anchor didn't even look at him. Then he looked at his employer, a shriveled man.
old man, time
From time to time, there would be an affair. Goldman had seen this kind of thing once or twice, and he believed that it would not be the last time. He also speculated that as long as this old guy could still crawl into bed, it would be for money or for the sake of love.
Famous women come to your door.
Of course, Goldman would not say this. He said with a smile on his face, "Henry, shall we go back to the studio now?". If we went back to the studio, Goldman would tell the driver to drive the car to
The man came to pick him up at the door. Seeing Bobil nodded, Goldman immediately took out the phone in his hand. While calling, he followed Bobil to the elevator entrance.
After getting in the car, Bobile closed his eyes and squinted for a while, then opened them and opened the partition in front: "Use your mobile phone to call Fang Yi. Tell him when the program will be broadcast and inform him to watch it!".
Goldman followed Popile's instructions and dialed several times. Each time, Fang Yi on the other side quickly hung up. The last time, Fang Yi simply stopped answering and let the phone ring for several minutes.
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Seeing that he couldn't get through, Goldman turned around and knocked on the soundproof wall: "Yifang is not answering the phone!".
Bobil was not stunned after hearing this, and immediately said: "Keep fighting!".
However, continuing to call had no effect. Fang Yi's number quickly became out of service!
After hearing Goldman talk about this issue again, Popile had no choice but to ask Goldman to call Lawrence Gallery. He asked Fang Yi's gallery to inform Fang Yi about this matter.
"Why doesn't this bastard answer my call!" Pobil said angrily as he sat in the back seat with his hands folded.
After hearing Bobile's complaint, Goldman was very sensible and didn't say anything. He looked at the road ahead and thought: You don't answer other people's calls yourself, you only call others. Why should they answer your phone calls?
We all have the same name, so why should I accommodate you? If it were me, I would punch you once I see your old face!
Regarding this point, Goldman guessed Fang Yi's thoughts. Last time, he called Bobil several times in a row, but they didn't answer the phone even if they rang. Moreover, the duration of the calls and the intervals between calls were very short. Fang Yi didn't believe the old man.
I didn’t hear it, and this old man was in the studio all day long, so where could he go? He just didn’t want to answer, he just wanted to call! How could Fang Yi follow his wish and simply not answer his call? Everyone was confused
Two shoots! Let’s spread the word through the gallery.
We don't have much friendship with you, so don't call me on my personal cell phone for nothing! Just when Popile was angry, Fang Yi happily looked at the silent cell phone on his painting cabinet and thought.
Fang Yi knew about this when the gallery informed him. Anyway, just wait and take a look at it, it's not a big deal.
When the scheduled broadcast time arrived, Fang Yi stayed in his studio, moved a small chair, and sat opposite the wall with a wall-mounted TV. He held the remote control in his hand and turned the TV screen to the French channel.
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After sitting in front of the TV for about ten minutes, the program had not started yet. Fang Yi had to calculate the time difference between the two places. While Fang Yi was counting on his fingers, the program started.
The so-called interview might as well be said to be a speech given by Popile alone. The female host is like a translucent vase. Anyway, Fang Yi listened to this beautiful girl sitting elegantly on the sofa with her long white legs crossed.
The most popular ones are: Oh, you think so. The audience really wants to know... Just these few small formats.
Popile said directly to the camera: "I owed this friend dozens of euros before, and his request was for a piece of my work as a counterweight! But at that time, although I didn't
I don’t think my works are cheap enough to cost tens of euros, and this greedy so-called friend made such a request. I just gave him an empty canvas.”
There was a pause at this point: "It can't be regarded as an empty canvas. It is a practice canvas where I shoveled away the paint on the previous practice works and exposed the base of the practice canvas!".
"In other words, this painting is not a work at all?" The female host leaned forward and asked Popile: "It doesn't have such meaning as they said?".
Popile nodded and said solemnly: "It's just a canvas that I've shoveled off the paint. What's the point? I haven't painted anything meaningful yet. As for what some people have said during this time, what's the point?
I can't see the great masterpieces, maybe my artistic accomplishment has reached the level of their so-called nonsense!".
"How do you evaluate this friend of yours? Did you want to end this friendship when you gave him this canvas?" The female host happily changed her legs and looked at the book in her hand. This is right.
asked Popile.
Bobil nodded: "I only owe him a few dozen euros and he wants me to exchange a piece of my hard work? This is simply an insult to me, even if he asked me directly for it, with our
I would not reject the relationship at that time, but in exchange for dozens of euros and following the principle of equal exchange, I think that blank canvas is enough with the principal and interest!"
Having said this, Bobile began to calculate the accounts, about how much linen was worth, how much gum was, and so on.
Fang Yi looked at the screen and counted with his fingers the three euros and the two euros and couldn't help but smile bitterly. Even so, the old man couldn't calculate dozens of euros.
Seeing that his fingers were almost broken, Popile said to the female host: "Including my sample fee, one piece is 200 euros. Of course, this was the price at that time. If it is now
In terms of my labor costs, this canvas with the foundation is worth two thousand euros! Because my labor is too expensive now!"
As soon as these words were thrown out, there was nothing left to say. Popile directly declared loudly in the media that my painting was a blank canvas and had no meaning.
After watching the entire program, Fang Yi turned off the TV until the subtitles came on.
Fang Yi didn't move his seat. He just sat on the chair and patted his knees gently to sort out the whole matter. The only thing that Fang Yi didn't understand now was that Bobile didn't share his letter in the interview.
After taking out the letter, judging from Bobil's expression during the interview, it seemed that he didn't have Fang Yi's letter in his hand, and he didn't mention it to the anchor at all.
Now Fang Yi has made the whole thing clear. The painting sent to him was simply an old copy of the canvas he had given to his friend. Of course, the purpose was to allow him to write that email.
This old friend is really a former friend of the old man. It's not that Fang Yi thought he was a sitter paid for by the old man. Because of such a small thing, the two gradually stopped interacting with each other.
The whole thing started when Lao Bo's friend said he wanted to sell his painting. Originally, this 'old friend' wanted Popile to buy the painting himself. Popile wanted to buy it, so he sold it.
Ten thousand euros! But now ten thousand euros obviously can't satisfy the appetite of the 'old friend'. And in his opinion, with Popile's reputation, this thing needs one to two million euros to justify it. One or two.
Of course I didn't want to give him one million Opobile, so this happened.
Judging from the cause, Bobil just killed two birds with one stone, but it can't be counted as two birds. In addition, Fang Yi, a careless fool, estimated that at least three people were counted by Bobil.
And the fact is this. The stone of Popile not only hit the greedy friends, but also the unlucky photo studio boss Sophoby who did not do anything right during this period, plus some modern artists and those who talked nonsense during this period.
Art critics, including Fang Yi, there are four of them, and the fifth one is the promiscuous female anchor who was lying on Lao Bo's bed just when Fang Yi was thinking about this matter! This stone from Lao Bo
I don’t know how many birds came down after I hit it!