There were eight oil paintings piled up against the wall, four of which were of Fang Meiqian in various poses, front, back, left and right, which were very lifelike. The remaining four were landscapes, but Ding Fan did not see the rice fields.
"Brother Lin, I like this painting, give it to me!" Ding Fan pointed to a painting with Fang Meiqian's profile on it.
Lin Yu scratched his head and smiled without saying anything. He clearly didn't want to give it. Fang Meiqian smiled angrily and hit Ding Fan lightly. "Xiaofan, stop making trouble. If you want to see it, go to the fashion department and see me."
"That's right, you can't take away people's love." Wu Yahuan laughed and asked: "Does Mr. Lin only have these works?"
"The rest are in the studio! I'll take you there."
Since these paintings didn't click, Lin Yu took everyone down again. The so-called studio was actually a garage. There were hundreds of works of different sizes piled everywhere, all covered with old cloths to prevent them from falling.
Ash.
"Which one you like, just take it." Lin Yu said generously.
Wu Yahuan took out the disposable gloves she brought from the Western restaurant and put them on. The reason was not to damage the paintings. Ding Fan knew very well that she was actually afraid of getting her hands dirty by dust. Since she was here, she always wanted to look at a few paintings symbolically.
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The paintings were opened one by one, including landscapes and figures. The painting skills were good, but they felt too realistic and lacked artistic creativity. At first glance, they looked like enlarged high-definition photos.
His eyes lit up, and Ding Fan suddenly saw one of the pictures, which turned out to be the Fuyao Building. Looking up from the angle, he felt like he was soaring into the sky.
"I want this painting and hang it in the office." Ding Fan said.
"All right!"
Lin Yu was a little reluctant to give up, because there was also a mystery in this painting. The beautiful woman in a suit and skirt coming out of the door was none other than Fang Meiqian. Even though it was a distant view, she could still tell.
Wu Yahuan admired and commented on the paintings, and finally chose two paintings, a city at night and a lone sail on the sea.
Lin Yu obviously showed a pained expression, not because the carefully created works were given away for free, but because he really felt sorry for the paint money. These three were large-scale fine works, and they had to pay for food.
"Brother Lin, come here." Ding Fan greeted.
Lin Yu walked over slightly, but saw Ding Fan pointing to a packaged oil painting and asking, "Can you open this painting and show it to me?"
Just now, Ding Fan opened his spiritual eyes and saw a strange aura coming from the painting. It was light gray, which was clearly evil.
"I didn't draw this." Lin Yu hesitated.
"Then why do you put it here?" Ding Fan asked puzzledly.
After hesitating, Lin Yu finally told the truth. During the last art exhibition, an old man in his early fifties came with two paintings.
The result was that after two days of art exhibition, none of the paintings were sold. The old man wanted to take the paintings away, but Lin Yu was not happy. After all, he paid for the art exhibition himself, and not selling it was equivalent to publicity.
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After arguing for a long time and almost getting into a fight, the old man angrily took away one painting, which he forcibly deducted to cover the exhibition fee.
"Give it to me!" Ding Fan asked with a smile.
"This..." Lin Yu scratched his head habitually, probably because of his long hair, and finally agreed: "You can take it away. Anyway, it has been several months, and the old guy hasn't looked for me."
There are four paintings in total. You can feel that the generous-mouthed Lin Yu is bleeding from the heart and even his hands are shaking. Don't bully young people into being poor. There is nothing you can do about it. People are poor and have short ambitions, and it is difficult to make money.
"Brother Lin, add us on WeChat!" Ding Fan said.
"good!"
Lin Yu hurriedly took out his old mobile phone, but couldn't find his QR code for a while, so Ding Fan helped him click on it. Then the two added WeChat to each other, said hello on it for verification, and then,
Ding Fan transferred 50,000 yuan to Lin Yu and took his mobile phone to receive it directly for him.
"Brother, what are you doing?" Lin Yu was excited but confused.
"Of course art is valuable. It embodies the hard work of the creator. I am also a salaried family, please understand!" Ding Fan said.
"I promised to give it to you, how can this be done?"
After hearing the commotion, Fang Meiqian also hurried over. When she heard that Ding Fan had given her 50,000 yuan, she refused to agree. It was just a few worthless paintings, so there was no need to pay.
"Well, I plan to ask Brother Lin to paint a portrait for me, a particularly handsome one. It can be regarded as a deposit in advance!" Ding Fan said.
"Xiaofan, you really don't have to do this. My income is not bad and it's enough." Fang Meiqian said.
"You must accept it, otherwise we won't take it. Don't get me wrong, I think Brother Lin's paintings are of very high quality and will definitely be very valuable and increase in value in the future," Ding Fan insisted.
"That's not okay. I invited you to dinner, but I asked you to spend money." Fang Meiqian had mixed feelings.
After some humility, Lin Yu finally thanked him. This was his biggest income since painting.
The gifts were indispensable, and he insisted on giving two more half-meter-square small oil paintings, a total of six paintings. Lin Yu worked tirelessly and put them into the back seat of the BMW again and again, and everyone waved goodbye.
As soon as he got into the car, a transfer message came from Ding Fan's mobile phone. It was Wu Yahuan who transferred 50,000 yuan.
"Thank you Sister Huan, you know it's not easy for me to make money." Ding Fan accepted it with a smile.
Wu Yahuan started the car and said, "Xiao Fan, to be honest, I don't think these paintings are worth 50,000 yuan."
"It's not worth it now. Maybe in a few years, the price will increase several times." Ding Fan was convinced.
"They are all realistic, which is very controversial in the oil painting world."
"Controversy is not necessarily a bad thing."
"Then let's wait and see. Lin Yu is, how should I put it, a pure painter, but his works are too crafty and lack some spirituality." Wu Yahuan commented.
"People's character and vision will change with their income and environment. If you are poor and can't afford to eat or paint, how can you have confidence?" Ding Fan said.
"That's true." Wu Yahuan asked with a smile: "Xiaofan, I know your personal savings are almost two million, why are you still so greedy for money?"
It's really not that much. Six hundred thousand was lent to Gu Qiang, but there was still a lot left. Ding Fan sighed and said, "Oh, today's wives are so valuable. For example, a beautiful princess's condition for marrying is five.
One billion, my little money is not even a drop in the bucket."
Wu Yahuan knew that Ding Fan was talking about her, so she rolled her eyes, "You can find someone like Fang Meiqian, who is beautiful and virtuous, and can also make money!"
"What a good idea. Talk to her tomorrow. Get rid of such an unsatisfactory boyfriend as soon as possible!" Ding Fan looked like he suddenly understood.
"Haha, Lin Yu will drag a forty-meter sword and chop you down on the street." Wu Yahuan laughed.
It was just after nine o'clock, when Wu Yahuan was in high spirits, so she proposed to find a high-end bath, take a bubble bath, massage, and do some cupping to completely relax.
Ding Fan had no objection to this and suggested: "Then let's go to the Imperial Concubine Bathing Center!"
“The quality is too low.”
"I have a gold and diamond card, which allows me to enjoy the lowest discounts. In addition, the boss is my client, so I will pay him a return visit to see how the treatment is going," Ding Fan said.
"Jiang Yuemei is as strong as an ox, what's wrong with her?" Wu Yahuan asked curiously.