Fang Yi is in favor of holding a grand prix competition in China. This is because such a thing can easily bring a group of outstanding young artists to the forefront and allow some talents who have been buried to emerge. Of course
A Grand Prix does not necessarily mean that it can discover all talented artists, but as long as it does this, it is a good thing.
Of course, if this grand prix bothers Fang Yi, then Fang Yi immediately lowers his raised hand. Not only does he think that he is not suitable for organizing activities, but Fang Yi also thinks that he has little time.
Classical things are time-consuming!
Fang Yi didn't have much interest here, but it was obvious that Zhang Xu didn't think so. This guy talked about this matter with great joy. It's not that Li Lin didn't want to care about this matter, but he was always busy before.
To make a living, one has to worry about whether there will be enough to eat tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. There is no time to think about art or not. So after listening to it for a while, I felt a little sleepy, and half an hour later I started to yawn.
Soon Zhang Xu was left alone to sing a one-man show. After Fang Yi packed up his things, he interrupted Zhang Xu: "Look, you fell asleep while Li Lin was talking!".
Zhang Xu turned around and looked at Li Lin, whose head was bit by bit like a chicken digging rice. He couldn't help but start to feel happy: "This kid has no artistic talent!".
The laughter woke up Li Lin, and Zhang Xu couldn't help but reply: "I just want to marry a wife who can live a good life. As for what is artistic or not, I don't want to know!".
After hearing what Li Lin said, Fang Yi thought about it. This guy had talked about getting married before, but why did he suddenly stop getting married? What happened from Zhang Xu was not very clear. Anyway, the three of them were squatting.
He's too big-eyed and too small-eyed, so just ask!
This time it turned into Li Lin's lecture again, but after hearing this, Fang Yi was obviously more energetic than before, and Zhang Xu was also very engrossed in listening, chiming in from time to time: You used to live in the old society.
!
Every time he heard Zhang Xu say this, Fang Yi always nodded in agreement. Then he said: There are not many things that China can do now, but the development of the feminist movement is definitely at the forefront of the world.
Li Lin looked at the two people who made comments from time to time, and said with a smile: "What can you do if you are in a foreign place and you are unfamiliar with the place? When you first graduated, you thought you were the proud one. Who knew that once you entered the society?
I found that very few of the things I learned could be used, and I had to learn everything from scratch! With that dead salary, there was not much left to rent a house, eat, etc., and there was no way I could buy a house. At that time
I haven’t even thought about this…”.
Zhang Xu glanced at Fang and asked, "You said you would be able to get out if I threw you in that place?".
"Will you take me to paint?".
"No!" Zhang Xu immediately denied this condition. If I let you paint, your luck is that you are not famous for your paintings, and you can live like a monster with your appraisal skills! If your paintings are not pleasing to the eye, you will give away millions.
For those who are out, if you let Fang Yi do painting, you will let him use cheats!
"That's a false proposition!" Fang Yi smiled and said, "If I stop painting, my dad has already planned for me to work in an office as a civil servant or something like that, with a chair and a cup of tea.
Read the newspaper for a day! This kind of life suits me very well, why would I want to go to such a fast-paced city? Isn’t it hard to find nothing?”
Zhang Xu blinked his little eyes, looked at Fang Yi and said, "Hey! I'm just asking you what will happen if you go there!".
Li Lin said jokingly: "He can get away with it just because of his looks! There must be many rich women who covet his sex. As long as he can put in the effort, he can get away with it! His natural talents are there.
Here it is!”.
"Hahaha!" Zhang Xu laughed immediately after hearing this.
Fang Yi laughed indifferently after hearing this. Then he felt a little proud: "I can't help it, my parents gave it to me!".
The three friends just chatted happily. Now there are no big bosses, no small bosses, and no art masters. The whole room is full of friendship.
Early the next morning, Li Lin and Zhang Xu went shopping in New York City, while Fang Yi found a car rental company and rented a Lincoln directly to Christensen. Anyway, Fang Yi loves to enjoy himself and is not a shameful person.
As long as he could make himself comfortable, Fang Yi would never give in. Within a few days after arriving in New York, he directly rented a car from a car dealership with a driver and a car, listening to his call around the clock.
The person who received him at Christen's house had a high position, because apart from his reputation as an expert, Fang Yi was also more famous as a post-classical artist. As a hot artist nowadays, Christen couldn't really think that Fang Yi was here to apply for a job.
.Sent to accompany Quan Fangyi was a director of the board of directors and three appraisal artists.
Looking at the paintings, there was nothing to say. Fang Yi glanced at a few paintings, picked out the fake ones, and then reported the name of the author of the genuine ones. He didn’t mean to talk about it in depth. He just talked nonsense about art and the like.
It's almost noon.
Mr. Director also invited Fang Yi to have lunch together. Fang Yi thought it would save everyone some trouble. Now Fang Yi was sure in his heart that Christen's notification to come over to appreciate the paintings was largely due to coping.
Naturally, I had no interest in eating in restaurants. After politely declining the offer, I got up and left.
Mr. Director sent Fang Yi to the door, while the three appraisers sent Fang Yi downstairs. When they arrived at the door, the three of them pulled Fang Yi and started chatting. Generally speaking, people who do appraisals have good personalities.
More or less, he has a bit of Nick's character or scholarly temperament.
When Fang Yi saw his big Lincoln parked at the foot of the steps, he shook hands with the three of them one by one: "If there is a chance, let's see you next time!".
Although chatting with these three people was more enjoyable than chatting with the director, Fang Yi still didn't have much interest in staying here for a long time because Fang Yi found it boring!
As soon as the greetings were finished, Fang Yi turned around and took a step forward. With such a glance, he immediately stood on the spot. He couldn't help but feel a little stupid. A sudden thought popped up in his mind: This is another mistake that needs to be picked up.
Are you ready? Wait until you see the name in your head clearly. You can't help but open your mouth wide and swallow with a gulp: This one you missed is a bit big!
Why do you say that? Because the name that pops up in Fang Yi's mind is: Buonarroti? Michelangelo! One of the three masters of the Renaissance. Don't you think this leak is very huge!
Fang Yi also felt that if he didn't pick up the leak, he would be ashamed of what was in his mind, his teacher, and even his unborn child! Immediately, Fang Yi adjusted himself to the state of picking up the leak.
Some unpleasantness I encountered in the morning dissipated immediately.
My mind kept cheering and cheering, and I kept summarizing and thinking: It turns out that I looked in the wrong direction when looking for galleries or stalls to pick up leaks. In the future, I should move a small bench and squat in front of these auction houses! This place is unique.
It’s a real paradise for picking up leaks. Look at what you’re picking up all the time!
"I'm sorry! Can I see the painting in your hand?" Fang Yi ran towards this person. When he got next to him, he immediately opened his mouth and said to him.
When the sixty-year-old man heard what Fang Yi said, he asked, "Do you want to see the painting in my hand?"
Seeing Fang Yi nodding, the old white man looked at Fang Yi and asked: "Are you Japanese?".
"I'm Chinese!" Fang Yi said. After saying that, he looked at the old man and thought to himself: If I want to see your paintings, do I need to be Japanese? However, in order to catch someone off guard, Fang Yi was not shameless enough to pretend to be Japanese, so he went straight to the old man.
He said honestly: "I am Chinese. I came to New York to do something. I happened to see the painting you brought and wanted to take a look. Because I also study painting!".
"Just be Chinese!" Contrary to what Fang Yi thought, when the old man heard Fang Yi say that he was Chinese, the old man immediately smiled and said that Fang Yi could look at his paintings.
After saying this, the old man seemed to want to hand the work he was holding into Fang Yi's hands under the scorching sun during the day.
"Wait until we go to the nearby cafe to watch! I invite you." Fang Yi was so full of thoughts that he almost dragged this old man to a section of Swan Lake, assuming that Fang Yi could dance!
Without waiting for Fang Yi to finish speaking, the old white man immediately shook his head and said: "I'd better treat you, it's not easy for you and me to come to New York to study art!".
It was obvious that this old gentleman didn’t have a deep understanding of expensive things. He didn’t know that the watch on Fang Yi’s wrist was something that an ordinary middle-class person would have to work hard for two or three years without eating or drinking to buy one. I thought he would buy one.
Fang Yi is an art student who came to the United States from China to study! He took the initiative to invite Fang Yi to have a cup of coffee.
In this way, Fang Yi's first step of his plan came true. When the old man wasn't paying attention, he waved his hand to the driver who was waiting and looked dumbfounded, telling him to go cool down first and wait for him to finish picking up.
Calling you!
Fang Yi and the old man, who were in a happy mood, arrived at a nearby coffee shop almost side by side, and then sat down face to face.
"How many years have you been in the United States? You speak English very well!"
"How many years has it been?" Fang Yi nodded automatically when the old man asked. Now Fang Yi was looking at the painting in his hand.
This work shows the three sages worshiping the Holy Son and the Holy Mother. Of course, the Holy Son is still a naked little kid, but the little kid with a halo on his head is not an ordinary little kid. The Three Sages
The two are the three sages from the East in the story. They came to worship the Virgin and Child from afar. This is the story scene.
The old man seemed very happy to know that Fang Yi was Chinese. After the brief introduction, he began to tell Fang Yi what he knew about China, and he also said it eloquently. It seemed that he had a lot of knowledge about China.
To understand is not to be ignorant like the average American.
"Mr. Michael Martin, do you know a lot about China?" Fang Yi couldn't help but feel a little fond of the old man.
"Of course!" Old Martin said happily: "My father once participated in the war against Japan as a volunteer! He never liked the Japanese in his life, and I don't like these sneaky people either now.
Little devil!".
Fang Yi was delighted when he heard it. He pronounced the words "little devil" in a correct and authentic Chinese accent.
"Little devil! That's what you said!".
"Yes! You are absolutely right!".
When Martin heard Fang Yi's praise, he couldn't help but said proudly: "When my father returned to China, he used this word when he mentioned the Japanese. He said that the little Japanese killed many of his friends, and when it rained,
My father would feel unbearable pain, which is what the war gave him..." As he spoke, Old Martin's tone became a little darker.
Fang Yi also fell silent after hearing this.
"Do you like this painting?" Martin asked Fang Yi: "If you like it, I will give it to you!" (To be continued...)