After returning to the studio, Fang Yi naturally started busy with the things at hand step by step.
In the afternoon, Liu Hongshuo came to the studio and first looked at his disciple's canvases. He looked at not only the human body study that was being completed now but also the creations that had been painted in the past.
"Teacher!" Fang Yi asked as he saw his teacher standing behind his easel for much longer than before. Thinking that something had gone wrong, he put down the brush in his hand and looked at his teacher sideways.
Liu Hongshuo said: "The painting is good!" The old man was very satisfied with Fang Yi's progress. He estimated that in half a year to a year, his student would be able to reach the level he expected.
After listening to the teacher's words, Fang Yi asked directly: "Where is the shortcoming?".
"No!" Liu Hongshuo smiled and pulled up a chair to sit next to Fang Yi. Then he pointed to another chair not far from the disciple and motioned for the student to pull over and sit on the opposite side.
Fang Yi pulled up the stool and sat in front of the teacher. Looking at his teacher, he felt a little strange: What is this, so serious!
Liu Hongshuo watched Fang Yi sit down and said, "Have you ever thought about having your own studio?".
"Studio?" Fang Yi was stunned for a moment and said, "This studio is pretty good, isn't it? Teacher, do you want to change to another studio? Or do you think I'm not doing well here?" This place is pretty good, almost nothing.
They all use the teacher's money. It's really good that Fang Yi doesn't pay a penny! I can't help but think that the teacher wants to drive him away?
Liu Hongshuo gently raised his hand and looked at his proud disciple and said: "You have done a good job. To be honest, sometimes I have to thank God for allowing me to have such a satisfactory student as you! It's not that I want to chase you away.
Go, it won't take long for your techniques to be perfected! There is no such thing as a banquet in the world. You will always build your own studio. You can't stay in my studio forever. After all, you have to experience the outside world independently.
If you want to be a good artist, you can’t just have skills and no life!”.
Fang Yi never thought about leaving his teacher's studio one day. Even if he thought about it, he would never think it would be so soon. He will go to school for four more years, and now he has not even passed half a year. Thinking of this, he felt a little reluctant to leave.
He raised his head and looked at his teacher.
Liu Hongshuo said: "I don't want you to leave now. Once you have honed your classical techniques, you can go to your own studio to create independently. There will still be a while!" Liu Hongshuo was also reluctant to give up, not to mention how much he loved this.
Disciple, just having a meal at home every day, my wife and I feel that it is much more fun. Now the old man has a new plan for this situation.
"Since there is still time, what kind of studio do you want to mention?" Fang Yi said: "After a while, I will tell my mother and ask her to rent a bigger house for me as a studio nearby. That'll be fine!"
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Liu Hongshuo saw that his disciple was preparing to make a living in Shiyi, and said with a smile: "What's the benefit of staying on the edge of the school! I bring this up now because there is an opportunity, and I feel good about it. I want to ask you if you are interested!"
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"What opportunity?" Fang Yi said to the teacher.
"The city is planning an art village in Xiaoniushan, which is like a place where young artists gather in the capital. There are two options. The first is to buy land and build it yourself. The second is to find someone to build it and then like
Commercial buildings are sold as well! Then some people hope that we old people can build a studio here first to take the lead!" Liu Hongshuo said to his disciples.
"That place is too far! It's next to Xiaoniu Mountain? It takes more than an hour to drive from our school, and it's all small dirt roads. You can't even drive if it rains. Besides, it's almost to Dajiang Bend! What if?
What should I do if the studio is flooded?" Fang Yi said immediately as soon as he heard about this place. As a Shicheng native, Fang Yi naturally knew the place the teacher mentioned. It was to the west of Shicheng City. To be honest, it was at the foot of a hill.
, there are piles of rubble on the land where no crops can grow, so building a studio in that place is worse than distributing it in disguise.
Liu Hongshuo said: "You can't say that. The scenery over there is much better than in the city, the air is fresh and the land is suitable! Fifty thousand yuan per acre of land is not cheap enough! You said whether it is flooded or not, where is it?
The terrain in Shicheng is flooded, but everything is fine over there!".
Fang Yi curled his lips and said: "It's only 50,000 yuan for that shabby place. It takes more than two hours to go back and forth to the city. There is still a car, which can be illuminated by headlights. If you ride a bicycle, it doesn't matter how long it takes. It takes more than two hours to get there."
There are no street lights! If you have bad eyesight, you may end up in a ditch! Besides, the area below our school has only 3,000 square meters of housing. Why does it have to be 50,000 acres? Teacher! It’s a different city.
Are you trying to fool you?"
Liu Hongshuo looked at his disciple and said: "The road will be built soon, and the supporting facilities will soon catch up. Basically everything is available. That's the first place in Shicheng to install high-speed broadband network!" When he said this, he said to Fang Yi.
: "I won't explain so much to you. I'm planning to build a studio there, and I'll move there in a few years! I'm just asking you if you want to build a studio there. Why are you like this?
Chatty!".
As soon as Fang Yi heard that the teacher was planning to build a studio, he immediately said, "You could have just told me that you and my wife would go over there. Then I'll go back and tell my mother to build a studio for me at home!"
Liu Hongshuo said: "If you don't have enough money at home, take it from me first. From now on, you can slowly pay me back the money you get from selling your paintings!".
"There should be no problem." Fang Yi thought for a moment and said, "My mother has long said that giving birth to this son is a waste of money. She should have prepared the money to buy me a house!". Now it is really no better than before. When Yu Qin mentioned this
I lamented the matter: I didn't hear anyone mention the dowry, and the people who raised a daughter were looking at the house.
Liu Hongshuo glanced at his disciple and said: "Not only do you need to pay for the land, but you also need to build it. Although the self-built studio is required to be no more than eight meters high, there is still enough space for one acre of land to be used! I plan to build it here.
For construction and decoration, the cost is between 1 million and 1.5 million to build a Ming Dynasty courtyard style! If you want to build it, just follow your heart. If you are short of money, take it from me.
A teacher worth a million dollars can still afford it!”.
"Hiss!" Fang Yi couldn't help but take a breath after listening to the teacher's words. Doing art is really full to death, hungry to death. The teacher's light words, not only own more than one million, but also lend him a
Millions. And in the forum I used to go to, many people would sell a painting for two to three hundred yuan, and they kept making money with their paintings. They could even order them, that is to say, whichever masterpiece you like, you want to get one.
Hang it at home, and for less than a thousand dollars, someone can imitate it for you and look roughly the same. This is the current domestic oil painting market! But think about how your teacher made hundreds of thousands of dollars per painting and spent so many years working on it.
More than two million is really a piece of cake.
Seeing that his disciple was silent, Liu Hongshuo said: "What are you thinking about? Go and talk to your mother as soon as possible, and then tell me, there is only one acre!".
Upon hearing this, Fang Yi smiled and said to the teacher: "Is there a limit on the number of acres in that place? It would be great if it can be sold!".
"Do you think everyone is qualified to build his own?" Liu Hongshuo glanced at his students and said: "Liu Yuchan, I and a few old guys are the only ones who are qualified. Each person is allocated an acre. And he can also bring two
The disciples or children share an acre. The two certificates are complete after the construction! You are the only disciple, and our master and apprentice have exactly one acre each, and the others are just like factory buildings. The smaller half are some qualified young people from the school.
The teacher’s, and the others are for rent and sale!”.
"Is one acre of land a bit too big?" Fang Yi knew something about this. If it were a square, it would be almost 26 meters square.
Liu Hongshuo said: "It's no use. You don't know how to plant some trees in the yard? Why don't you dig a pond and raise some fish? You are so smart, why can't your brain turn around!".
"Okay! I'll tell you when I get home tomorrow, then I want an acre," Fang Yi replied directly. At this point, Fang Yi asked again: "Why don't you leave half an acre for senior sister?"
Liu Hongshuo said with a smile: "She is a Canadian citizen now, so she does not have the qualifications. If she had you, you would be half the same as her!" After saying this, Liu Hongshuo stood up from the chair, waved his hand to Fang Yi and said, "You
Keep painting yours and ask about this matter quickly."
"Okay! I'll call home later and ask." Fang Yi nodded and said.
The master and the apprentice now immersed themselves in painting. The studio became calm again.
Waiting for the teacher to leave the studio, Fang Yi looked at the clock and thought that his mother had not gotten off work yet. So he dialed the phone number of his mother's work, and waited for the call to come through before telling his mother about the matter.
"Is that poor land so expensive?" Yu Qin and Fang Yi just said that they thought this place was not worth fifty thousand one acres.
Fang Yi had no choice but to talk to the phone and said: "The place is big. When it is built in the future, it will be considered a small villa! Plant some flowers and grass, etc., and our family will be able to live together! How wonderful!"
"Do you want to build a studio in that place?" Yu Qin asked her son after hearing this.
Fang Yi said: "Yes! The teacher and some of the top painters in Shicheng may want to build studios there. It's a rare opportunity!".
Yu Qin thought about it for a moment and then said: "I will discuss it with your dad when he comes back! You come back for dinner early this week, your dad has been promoted, and your uncle will come too on Saturday night!".
"I know! Then tell my dad and I'll get back to the teacher soon," Fang Yi said directly into the phone.
"Okay!" Yu Qin said.
After listening to his mother say a few more words about wearing more clothes, Fang Yi put down the phone and walked towards the teacher's house.
After dinner at the teacher's house, it was only around eight o'clock when I returned to the studio. My mother's call came, and she said to Fang Yi: "I want that land! I told your dad, and your dad also called and asked.
I heard what your uncle said, and your uncle said that we should take as much as your teacher can help you with!".
"One acre at most!" Fang Yi said directly as his mother was very happy.
Yu Qin heard this and said: "Then one acre!".
"Oh!" After Fang Yi finished speaking, he asked his mother: "Why do you sound so happy?" This attitude sounded so different from the afternoon.
"Why are you asking so much? Once we get the land, we will find someone to build it," Yu Qin said.
After chatting for a few words, Fang Yi put down the phone and muttered: Are you so happy with this piece of land?!