"Come to my room, it's in my room!" Popile waved to Fang Yi and said. After he finished speaking, he glanced at Michael and added: "Carson, you can come
Let’s take a look together and give us some opinions!”.
As soon as Fang Yi heard about it, go! If you don’t go, I don’t know what tricks this old guy can play. Since Popile himself also hooked up with Michael, Fang Yi naturally helped him: “Let’s go and see it together!
”.
Don't let me bear the bad luck alone. You, Michael, are also a judge, so get up! Fang Yi thought in his heart.
After listening to Popile's words, Fang Yi knew that this old boy had found a contestant who could draw well and needed help from both of them.
Entering Bobil's room one after another, Fang Yi saw a work on the shelf in the living room. Fang Yi and Michael knew that this was the work Bobil was talking about without looking at it.
Michael and I stood side by side in front of the painting and looked at it for three or four minutes. Fang Yi asked with a little surprise on his face: "Is this a work by Dean?" The work on the easel was not someone else's.
It is the work of Dean, a student of Popile.
"What do you think of the painting?" Popile did not answer Fang Yi's question, but asked Fang Yi directly.
Fang Yi turned around and looked at the work again, and couldn't help but nodded: "Quite good!".
What Fang Yi said is true. Looking at some of the selected works here, Fang Yi felt a little nauseous. Although Dean's work is not too outstanding, it is still included in this grand prix.
Not particularly outstanding. Definitely in the excellent category.
After listening to Fang Yi's words, Bobi Le turned his head to Michael again. When Michael saw Bobi Le looking at him as if waiting for his own evaluation, Michael couldn't help but nodded his head and gave a positive answer: "Yes.
very nice!".
"This kind of work did not make it to the finals!" Bobile said while looking at his disciple's work.
"Does Dean know?" Fang Yi looked at Bobile and asked. Such a work director is definitely qualified to enter the finals, and there is no problem in ranking. Now that he has not even entered the finals, there is something wrong.
What primary officer doesn't like this piece of work.
Fang Yi's mind turned, and he couldn't help but feel a little strange. Who doesn't know that Dean is a student of Popile. Now Dean is almost like a replica of Fang Yi in China. The teacher is top-notch, and the students are young and suffer
Darling, who doesn’t know that although Lao Bo is too strict with his students, he also loves them very much! How many people who don’t want to scold someone with masochistic tendencies have the courage to let this old guy get angry?
Moreover, Dean is already a student of Bobil, so how much does it matter whether he wins or not? Being a student of old Bob is the biggest award he has won in his life so far! As for why the portrait contest is so important.
"He participated in the competition without telling me. Although this kid has a good personality, he is very stubborn at heart. He probably wants to participate in this competition. First, he wants to see his level and second, he wants to make some money..." Fang Yi made a rare discovery.
When Bobile talked about this matter, there was a trace of melancholy on his face.
Dean is not like Fang Yi, who is still living at home and paying for his teacher when he is eighteen or nineteen years old. Dean's family was not rich since he was a child, and he has always relied on himself. Although he has a good teacher, he only pays for the teacher.
In addition to the work in the studio, he also had to work part-time from time to time. After hearing what Popile said, Fang Yi felt that Dean was a very strong man!
Thinking of this, Fang Yi couldn't help but ask Popile: "What do you mean?" Now Fang Yi understood that this old guy Popile must have something to ask for his help. And this
In all likelihood, the thing that helps is this Dean's work in front of me.
Seeing Fang Yi asking this, Bobile was not embarrassed. He looked directly into Fang Yi's eyes: "I hope you can hand this work to the organizing committee tomorrow, saying that they missed a good work!".
After saying this, he said to Fang Yi seriously: "I owe you a favor for helping me handle this matter!".
Fang Yi couldn't help but have a wry smile on his face after hearing this, and thought to himself: You took this work out from the organizing committee today, and I will send it back tomorrow and use my reputation to get the organizing committee to agree to enter the finals?
Shouldn't we just tell others directly, "Let's wear a pair of pants now?" I really don't want others to do this!
If a bunch of reporters find out about this, who knows what ugly stories will be made up? Manipulating the Grand Prix will definitely make it impossible. Although Fang Yi is not sure whether what he has done will arouse the interest of reporters or something.
, but I really don’t want to learn about the American media’s ability to dig out so-called “dark inside stories.”
When these people encounter a so-called news, they are like bad dogs and badgers that have bitten something. They will not let go until they are beaten to death, and they will squat in front of your house for a month. Thinking of this, Fang Yi feels that his place is so
Big, the facts prove that he is still prescient.
"Do you think this is really good for Dean?" Fang Yi thought for a moment and then asked Bobile sternly. After speaking, he expressed his inner thoughts to Bobiel.
Bobile hesitated after hearing what Fang Yi said. It seemed that the old man had not thought of this and only wanted to help his students. Now that he thinks about it, he probably feels that letting Fang Yi do this is a bit too much.
It’s unreliable! Fang Yi’s current reputation is generally even greater than that of Popile. He is not only a painter but also a top-notch connoisseur.
"How about I submit this work tomorrow!" Michael looked at the two of them and smiled slightly: "I don't have to worry about that!".
There are some things that Fang Yi cannot do well, but Michael has no problem at all with doing them. Although they are both world-class artists, when it comes to reputation among the public, Michael is as good as Bobile, not to mention Fang Yi.
Bidu is a step behind the boss.
Fang Yi glanced at Michael and couldn't help but feel a little strange. Michael didn't like Bobil, that's for sure! Although Bobil was awesome, it didn't have anything to do with Michael, and he didn't rely on the old man for a living, let alone him.
It's just the boss of the company and the employees don't have much obligation to like it when they eat.
When Fang Yi was stunned, Michael made a condition to Bobile: "You owe me a favor!".
"No problem!" Bobile couldn't help but nodded after hearing Mike's words. He happily agreed to the matter.
"I want one of your works! It doesn't need to be too big, about ten inches! Paint a portrait of my pet Bonnie!" Michael heard Popile agree and immediately proposed himself without even a second's delay.
requirements.
Michael's pet Bonnie is quite old. There is a rather sensational saying among dog lovers. By the way! A person can have many dogs in his life, but a dog's life is only about you! That seems to be the saying.
Now Bonnie's life as a dog seems to be coming to an end. He is Michael's pet dog. Now Michael hopes to let Bobiel paint a picture of his pet dog.
Bobil had no reaction after hearing this, and nodded to indicate that there was no problem.
Seeing that Bobil agreed, Michael took two steps forward and took the painting out of the easel, then just held it in his hand. He turned around and was about to leave. However, Bobil stopped him and took the painting away from the easel.
The cloth cover he was carrying was given to Michael.
"That's a good job of taking advantage of the situation!" As soon as he walked out the door, Fang Yi looked at Michael and asked with a smile.
"I wasn't interested at first. But as soon as I heard that he owed someone a favor, I became very interested." Michael glanced at the painting in his hand and said happily.
Fang Yi thought about asking Bobile to paint a portrait of a dog. Then Michael would have to take the dog to Paris, and it wouldn't be possible only once or twice. He would have to go to them at least ten or twenty times. It would be really troublesome! However,
After a flash of thought, the man next to me is not a man who is short of money. Let alone go to Paris for more than ten or twenty times. Even if he sells a house in Paris and squats with his dog, he will not be able to afford it. He can't help but
He smiled, shook his head, opened the door to his room, and waved to Michael, who looked happy.
On the second day, Michael 'pointed out' the organizing committee's mistakes with his work. Fang Yi and Bobile nodded after taking a look. Dean's painting had other signatures.
Naturally, the work with his name has entered the finals. Although the results of the finals have not been determined yet. Well, let alone the results, even the works of the finals have not been painted, but Fang Yi already knows it.
Well, it's very possible that you won't get the first prize of 50,000 US dollars, and at least you can't escape a small prize.
Although if reporters knew about the whole process, the whole world would definitely cry out that it was unfair, but there are so many fair things in this world.
On the last day, Fang Yi re-examined all the works that entered the finals with the entire organizing committee. As soon as the day was over, Fang Yi flew back to his home. Then he waited for it to arrive again when needed.
Florida, just as Fang Yi expected, Dean received a bonus of more than 10,000 US dollars, and then the two participating works were sold to a collector from New York for 80,000 US dollars as soon as the competition exhibition ended.
The price is included in the cup.
With $160,000 in his pocket, Dean seemed to no longer have to go out to work while studying in his teacher's studio. The money was enough for Dean to use for four or five years.
Bobile cared about his disciples, and Fang Yi, who had returned to Los Angeles, was also waiting for the arrival of his disciple, the boy from Wang Hongqi's family who was now named Hanmo.
Today, Fang Yi prepared a dinner at home and invited all his friends in Los Angeles to welcome Wang Hongqi's family of four who had recently moved here.
"If this kid met me on the street, I wouldn't recognize him!" Fang Yi said hello to Lao Wang and Kath who got off the bus and looked at his first student.
Now Wang Hanmo is no longer as dark and small as before. Although he is not too tall, about 1.6 meters tall, his body looks very strong, and his skin is a healthy wheat color.
You can tell at a glance that he often does some exercise when he comes here, which is very rare among Chinese children aged fourteen or fifteen.
"Teacher!" Wang Hanmo bowed and said as soon as he saw Fang Yi. As for the eldest girl, she had become a young lady. Looking at Fang Yi, she happily said "Uncle Fang" and stopped talking. People said
The eldest girl has changed a lot since her 18th birthday. She has become a lot more sophisticated in her clothes and is very fashionable. But when it comes to how beautiful she is, where is the foundation of Wang Hongqi, the two children can only say no.
Ugly. Still a little far away from being beautiful and handsome.
"Let's go inside and play!" Fang Yi originally wanted to play with his son Fang Nu, but one was fourteen or fifteen years old, and the other was only five or six years old. They really couldn't play together. Fang Yi looked at his home today.
There were many children here, but few were suitable for the two children of Wang Hongqi's family.
The two children cleverly approached Zheng Yuan and a group of women who were preparing ingredients around the table and helped. As for the barbecue stove, it is now Altur's special area. As long as a friend's house has a barbecue, Altur
Tour took over the contract directly.
After Wang Hongqi went over to say hello to her friends, she directly pulled up a chair and sat next to Fang Yi and Keshma.
"Is everything at home almost ready?" Keshima asked Wang Hongqi.
"Yeah! That's it for the time being." Wang Hongqi nodded and said, "I'll leave the boy to Fang Yi. Kath and I are busy with our eldest daughter!" After speaking, he patted Fang Yi on the shoulder.
"I can teach painting, but I can't teach anything else!" Fang Yi said quickly.
Wang Hongqi smiled bitterly and shook his head: "In addition to learning painting or language, this kid is not interested in learning other things." After speaking, he pointed to his head: "This place is like a piece of rotten wood that has been eaten by insects!
”.
"Let me tell you first, I just teach painting, cultural achievements are not my scope!" Fang Yi said with a smile after listening to Lao Wang's words.
"Um!".
After chatting about this matter, Wang Hongqi began to discuss with Fang Yi and Keshma some things about living in Los Angeles, as well as things that neighbors should pay attention to, and other important points.
The three of them were chatting. Fang Yi looked up and saw Zou Heming walking towards him while answering the phone: "Let me ask him!".
As soon as Fang Yi heard this, he knew that something was involving him again, and he couldn't help but look up at Zou Heming.
"They are going to make a movie based on your life! The tentative title is "Fang Yi's Love Story"" Zou Heming said something that made Fang Yi stunned.
"Why?" Fang Yi asked. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novels are better and updated faster!