124. Chapter 123 Jiuguijiu with 18 million design fees
Chapter 123 Jiuguijiu with 18 million design fees
On the streets of Guangzhou City, you can see a tourist minibus passing by from time to time.
According to the gay man in the front row, the people in these cars are all foreigners.
This group of people first flew to Xiangjiang, and then, led by local translators and tour guides, passed through Luohu Port to inspect business opportunities inland.
This group of foreigners kept taking pictures in the car.
After seeing the car Jiang Shan was riding in, he quickly raised his camera.
What a coincidence, I happened to take a photo with Jiang Shan who was sitting in the back row.
It turns out that Jiangshan was not idle at this moment either. He took a picture when he saw the Youyi Shopping Mall, and also took a picture when he saw the vegetable patch of the climbing team next to the Youyi Shopping Mall...
Passing by the suspender skirt billboard in the square in front of the train station, I quickly took two pictures.
After taking the photo, I couldn’t forget to say a few words of emotion. After all, this is a coastal city, so you have to dress sparingly!
The key is still in this era.
In this day and age, there is one thing that you must save on, and that is film.
Jiang Shan, who was changing the film, couldn't help but miss his Digimon.
The Guangzhou Painting Academy, newly completed in 1979, is located on the bank of Liuhua Lake.
The land area is quite large, even if it is left to later generations, it will not fall behind at all.
After all, it is one of the four major painting academies in China.
Around the 1980s, the Artists Association was the same as the Writers Association.
Urban organizations invite some famous and emerging talents to gather together to encourage creation or polishing of works.
For example, Huang Yongyu, who is 55 years old this year.
He was living at the Guangzhou Art Academy at this time, mainly because the Art Academy wanted him to hold a personal exhibition here.
When Jiang Shan and Yu Sigui inquired together and found Huang Yongyu's studio.
The host was busy serving tea to another friend who had arrived from afar.
"Who are you two?"
Facing Huang Yongyu's inquiry, Jiang Shan, who was standing outside the studio, was prepared and did not dare to be careless in the slightest.
After all, Chow Yun-Fat was also rejected by the master in front of him back then.
At this moment, he and Yu Sigui smiled like a pair of Spring Festival Gala hosts.
Jiang Shan: "I am a reporter from Oriental Metropolis Daily, and I came here to visit you!"
Yu Sigui immediately condescended and said: "Hello, Master Huang, I am Reporter Jiang's assistant."
Huang Yongyu was holding a black pipe, his hair slightly messy.
His thin face looked somewhat malnourished.
At this moment, he was not ready to let the two strangers in front of him through the door.
But the next second, he saw the birdcage Jiang Shanti had slipped into his hand.
"Fortune tellers are called masters," Huang Yongyu said. Although his impatience was written on his face, he still accepted a business card from Jiang Shan.
Recently in Guangzhou, this thing has become popular.
Huang Yongyu glanced at it, expecting to see a long list of officials and promotions above.
But I didn’t expect it to be:
[Enjoy the right to use national sidewalks and the right to view green belts for free...Jiangshan]
"Huh?" Huang Yongyu pointed at the business card with his pipe, then pointed at the country, and laughed: "Are you the country?"
Jiang Shan smiled and nodded: "I am Jiang Shan!"
"Hahaha," Huang Yongyu smiled more heartily: "What an interesting little friend, come in and sit down!"
Jiang Shan's move is actually copying Huang Yongyu's homework when he was old. At that time, the old gentleman would hand out a business card to everyone he met:
[Enjoy the right to use national public toilets for free...Huang Yongyu]
Jiang Shan, obviously relieved, walked into the studio carrying the birdcage.
Yu Sigui, who was following behind, couldn't help but start looking at the studio.
"Come on, let me introduce you,"
Huang Yongyu pointed at Jiangshan and introduced to his friends in the room: "This young man is a reporter from Pujiang. Take a look at his business card!"
The other one looked at him with a smile, then shook his head and said, "His personality is a bit like you."
"Ha," Huang Yongyu had this idea:
"Reporter Xiao Jiang, my old friend, you should interview our country's only master of stamp design, Shao Bolin."
The moment he walked in, Jiang Shan recognized him.
At this moment, he was lamenting in his heart that it was better to come just right than to come early.
"Hello Master Shao, I am Jiang Shan, a reporter from Oriental Metropolis Daily."
"Hello Comrade Xiao Jiang," Shao Bolin smiled politely: "There is no master here, and Lao Huang doesn't like others to call him master."
"Okay, Teacher Shao," Jiang Shan is not pretentious, it would be better to call him a teacher.
"It doesn't matter what you call it," Huang Yongyu asked the two young people to sit down and drink tea: "What are you talking about?"
For a moment, all he could see was the birdcage in Jiang Shan's hand.
Coincidentally, Jiang Shan was worried about where to put it: "Teacher Huang, I specially brought you a pair of owls. I don't know if you like them or not!"
Before we reach the 1990s, you can raise them as much as you want!
"He just likes these living creatures," but Shao Bolin has never seen anyone raising an owl: "Is this bird really an owl?"
When Huang Yongyu heard that it was a gift for himself, he immediately took the initiative to mention it: "This is a good pair. Which animal is best kept young and raised? How did you catch it?"
Jiang Shan only heard: "Owls like to sleep during the day. When the sun is at its highest, go to the forest and catch one."
"Really?" Huang Yongyu got excited after hearing this. He opened the cage door and slipped one out.
Put it on the table, and the little owl stood there upright, like a fool.
Several people in the room didn't speak for a moment, just staring at the bird.
Maybe it's too quiet.
The little owl gradually closed its eyes, then squatted rounder and rounder, and almost fell over if not paying attention.
"Hey," Huang Yongyu patted his leg and smiled: "This little thing is so interesting."
Jiangshan will see this and feel a little itchy.
If I had known it was so fun, I would have kept one for myself.
Before coming, Jiang Shan had been thinking about what kind of meeting gift he should bring to Huang Yongyu.
Based on his memory, he only knew that the old gentleman had raised many small animals in his life.
The little monkey on the Gengshen Year Monkey Ticket is a pet monkey kept by the old man himself.
Thinking again, the old man has loved drawing owls all his life, so why not just give him an owl.
"You little comrade," Huang Yongyu seemed to have noticed Jiang Shan's thoughts: "You seem to know me very well!"
Jiang Shan confessed honestly: "To tell you the truth, our Metropolis Daily just reprinted the Times's report on you."
"Oh? So it's your newspaper office."
A while ago, Huang Yongyu heard that a domestic newspaper published a report on him, and now he finally knows which one.
Huang Yongyu, who has just emerged from the storm, has never been mentioned by domestic media.
Throughout the dark period, only Shao Bolin in front of him would often care and visit him.
Therefore, Huang Yongyu will definitely give his full support to some of Shao Bolin's proposals.
In January this year, at the invitation of Shao Bolin, he designed a Geng-Shen zodiac stamp with a black monkey on a red background.
Huang Yongyu felt a little strange, so he asked Jiang Shan: "Why did your newspaper think of publishing an article introducing me?"
Jiang Shan looked honest and trustworthy: "Your work is very good. Of course our newspaper should report more, and..."
Huang Yongyu knew there would be and said: "And what?"
"And I personally like your paintings very much, and I often mention you in front of our editor-in-chief..."
"I'm just telling you," Huang Yongyu looked at Shao Bolin and said with a smile, "How would ordinary people know about me!"
The next second, he looked at Jiang Shan and said doubtfully: "Reporter Jiang, how do you know about me?"
"How do I know you?"
To be honest, it was not because of the Gengshen Monkey Ticket that Jiangshan first started paying attention to Huang Yongyu.
He has little interest in monkey tickets, but is very knowledgeable about product promotion.
In another ten years, Huang Yongyu will become good friends with Wang Xibin of Xiangquan Wine.
Later, Zhengyi carefully designed a bottle for Xiangquan Alcohol and named it "Jiugui"!
This set of awesome moves made Xiangquan Distillery, which was renamed "Jiugui Liquor", famous.
During those ten years when the scenery was a big hit, if you wanted to get the goods, you had to go to the agency and ask for approval.
But precisely because the business was so good, more than 40 deputy-level cadres were sent to the Jiugui Factory to coordinate management.
Although he is a deputy, 40 small kings can defeat the big king.
As a result, Wang Xibin, who was driven away, became the original factory director.
Huang Yongyu has always been known as Huang Laoxie in the painting world.
He complained on behalf of his friend and immediately sued to get his "alcoholic" name back.
How can I bear to repay this? Finally, with the coordination of all parties, Huang Yongyu was compensated 18 million yuan and the matter was settled.
Thinking of this, Jiang Shan decided to tell the second reason why he liked the old man.
I saw him taking out an ink banner that he had carefully drawn day and night.
After slowly opening it, Huang Yongyu and Shao Bolin laughed together, and Yu Sigui on the side covered her mouth with eyes full of joy.
On a crossbar, eight fat and round owls squatted.
At the very end of the branch, there is a silly tree hanging crookedly in the air.
It's like standing too far to the side and accidentally rolling off the branch.
But, in Huang Yongyu's opinion, the most interesting thing is the eyes of these owls.
Some of their eyes are wide-eyed, and some of them are slightly squinting.
Some of them opened one eye and closed the other, but the one that landed in mid-air turned out to be a cross-eyed one.
"Hahahahaha," Huang Yongyu began to like the young man in front of him more and more: "If you had painted a few years earlier, you would have been darker than me."
Shao Bolin also found it very interesting, and he also saw Jiang Shan's considerable painting skills.
However, I still couldn't help but ask: "Reporter Xiao Jiang, do you know that Mr. Huang's... owl was once used as a black painting?"
How could Jiang Shan not know? He also knew the power of these owls in the future:
"Of course I know, but I don't see any bad paintings. I just like them."
"What a pure love," Huang Yongyu likes this kind of creation that does not add any purpose:
"Jiang Shan, I like your painting very much. Can you give it to me? I can also give you an owl. I don't know if you dare to accept it!"
After saying that, Huang Yongyu couldn't help but laugh.
Not to mention, even last year, no one dared to accept the owl he painted.
However, Jiangshan said generously: "If it is possible, Jiangshan would be happy to ask for it!"
At this moment, Huang Yongyu's smile was no longer as uninhibited as before.
In the gentle smile, it seems that a thousand sails have passed.
After waiting for a while, Huang Yongyu took out two scrolls and handed them to Jiang Shan: "These two owls are my favorite."
Shao Bolin obviously knew which two pictures they were.
He smiled and explained for his friend: "One has both eyes open, and one only opens one eye. Each has its own story."
Jiang Shan took it with both hands as if he had found a treasure, and he was so excited that he couldn't say anything.
From his previous life to now, he really liked Huang Lao's owl.
Because the old man likes to incorporate comic elements into his ink paintings, he often receives impure reviews.
But Jiang Shan disagreed. Who dictated what Chinese paintings should look like?
Art should originally be a hundred flowers blooming, each with its own brilliance.
He just likes to see the cute and playful appearance of the ink owl.
"This kid seems to have found his favorite thing,"
Shao Bolin clearly captured Jiang Shan's eyes as if he had found a treasure.
Think about yourself again: "I don't know when I will find Mr. Qi's masterpiece!"
Yu Sigui on the side was busy teasing the little owl on the table.
Huang Yongyu glanced at it several times a minute, always feeling uneasy, so he walked over.
"Mr. Qi?" Jiang Shan seemed to have thought of something: "Are you talking about Mr. Qi Baishi?"
"In addition to him, there is also the one named Qi who can draw." Huang Yongyu, who had already walked to the table, answered the conversation while collecting the birds.
Shao Bolin looked at Jiangshan and said with a smile: "I have two wishes this year. One is to collaborate with Lao Huang on zodiac stamps, and the other is to create a set of commemorative stamps of Qi Lao's paintings."
"But it's not going well." Huang Yongyu explained for him.
Jiang Shan nodded slightly and tried to ask Shao Bolin: "Why is it not going well?"
Shao Bolin briefly introduced: "The painting I am looking for is Qi Lao's vertical bar screen."
After saying that, he gestured with his hands.
Jiang Shan nodded.
"But I looked everywhere I should, but I didn't see anything suitable."
The only pair I found at Peking University was stamped with the WG mark.
"Have you ever thought about going to Yanjing Painting Academy to look for it?" Jiang Shan suggested sincerely.
Shao Bolin smiled and shook his head: "How could it be possible that I didn't go but gained nothing?"
Jiang Shan also shook his head and smiled: "That was the wrong time for you to go. It will be different now if you go and take a look."
