Nini's relationship is relatively stable. It has lasted for a week or two and there is no sign of breaking up, which makes Ju An very disappointed from the bottom of his heart. However, Ju An has no time to wait any longer. The competition held by domestic galleries has closed for submissions.
, and some shortlisted works have been screened out, and a total of fifty-four young painters under the age of thirty have been selected. In the past few days, these painters will go to Jiangnan for the final selection, and the ranking will be divided into prizes. Of course, some domestic painters will be selected.
Big names also come to Jiangnan to watch these juniors painting live.
Following Miles, the two of them took a plane and flew to Jiangnan. As for Mike and Wang Fan, they had already arrived first. Mike took a job while resting in New York. After the competition, some young artists signed contracts with galleries.
Some of our paintings will go to galleries in New York
Exhibition, as for those who are unwilling to sign a contract, of course they can go and have fun wherever they receive the bonus. You are not a contracted artist of the gallery, but you still expect the gallery to help you promote it? In Mike's words, it is called letting more people know the painters contracted by the gallery. In Wang's words
In Fan's words, it's packaging, in Ju'an's words, it's hype.
After getting off the plane in Jiangnan, Zhao Qifeng brought Ju An and Miles to the hotel with his car. The entire five-star hotel in the city center was rented out by the gallery. The big names from the judges live here. As for the finalists
The young painters were staying in a hotel close to the gallery, which was the hotel where there was a lot of trouble last time. The hotel belonged to the district mayor's brother-in-law. The entire hotel had been booked for two weeks.
Arriving at the hotel where the big names were staying, Ju An looked up and saw a banner hanging in the atrium, welcoming the judges of Fanjing Gallery to stay in the hotel. Wang Fan and Mike were standing under the banner chatting with a big-name judge from Jiangnan. They saw
Zhao Qifeng walked in with Ju An and Miles and waved to them.
After exchanging pleasantries with the Jiangnan judges, Zhao Qifeng took Ju An and the two upstairs, put down their luggage, and Ju An and Wang Fan began to visit the judges together. Then, of course, they invited guests to dinner, an old-fashioned thing.
Early the next morning, several shareholders from Ju An rushed to the gallery on a bus with the judges. Now the gallery is no longer as invisible as when they first arrived. The employees recruited are all wearing suits and skirts, and there are still some
Somewhat like.
We followed the big names into the exhibition hall. More than fifty paintings only occupied a small corner. As the big names entered the exhibition hall, they began to comment on the paintings hanging on the wall.
Ju An followed behind but couldn't get a word in. Wang Fan followed behind. He was somewhat knowledgeable and could chat with the experts. Miles and Mike were also chatting while looking at the meticulous paintings on the wall. Ju An was following behind.
I had to look around alone.
The rules of the gallery's selection are that more than a dozen judges will give scores separately. They only need to name one first prize winner and ten second prize winners. The rest will be accepted as long as the paintings are not ghostwritten.
Third Prize.
There were not only judges in the exhibition hall, but also painters participating in the competition. Ju An walked around and stopped in front of a painting. After looking at it for a while, a man came over and asked, "What do you think of my painting?".
Upon hearing this, Ju An turned to look at the man next to him. He had a beard on his chin, a pigtail on the back of his head, black-rimmed glasses on his face, a torn T-shirt, and the pockets on his pants could almost be opened.
It’s a grocery store. I don’t know about pants.
Is it brown or gray? On his feet are big brown leather shoes. Ju An looked at them and thought to himself: This is the artist in the eyes of my friends. He looked carefree, and his legs felt cramped just standing in this posture.
Shaking.
"How do I know whether it's good or bad? I just look blindly, and at most I can tell whether it looks like it or not," Ju An said with a smile.
The man nodded after hearing this: "I saw you coming in with them, and I thought you studied art." After saying that, he continued to look at his own paintings on the wall.
Ju An said to the artist: "What do you think of your painting?".
After hearing what Ju An said, the man looked at Ju An as if he was looking at an idiot: "It goes without saying that I am the best painter here. If the first prize is not mine, then there must be something shady."
"Congratulations first, you can sign a contract with the gallery." Ju An said with a smile after hearing the artist's answer. Don't worry about confidence or arrogance, having confidence is always a good thing.
The young artist shook his head at Ju An and said: "I will not sign with this gallery! The newly opened gallery has no successful examples and has little experience in domestic operations."
"Are you a signed gallery?" Ju looked at this person and asked.
The young painter shook his head: "No, no one has discovered my talent before, but I believe I will be able to sign a contract with a gallery soon. After I was shortlisted, several galleries talked to me about this matter, but the price
It's a bit inappropriate, but now I have some clues, and I think the results will be available soon." As he said this, the man had a proud smile on his face.
After hearing what this man said, Ju An became entangled in his heart. This stall was too big and well publicized, so it became Tang Monk Meat in the eyes of others. They were all ready to take a spoonful of meat from their friends' bowls and eat it.
These people also have other thoughts. It is true that the world is deteriorating and people's hearts are not as old as they used to be.
After a while, he turned back again, and happened to see that strange and famous person in the capital looking at the paintings of the young painter. The young painter was still talking to the famous person in a nonchalant manner, and said a few words to the famous person.
After listening to what this man said, he turned around and walked towards the painting next to him. The young artist glanced at the big shot and walked out of the exhibition hall unsteadily.
Ju An walked up to the big shot and asked, "How was that person's painting just now?".
"Apart from the so-called artist's temperament and arrogance, the level of painting is just average, with nothing outstanding and no failures." The big shot glanced at Ju An and said.
After hearing this, Ju An gave up and looked at the big shot holding the award paper with his hand behind his back. There was no word on it. This weird old man hadn't chosen anyone yet.
Nothing happened, so Ju An walked directly out of the exhibition hall and headed towards the front desk. Xiao Qin was now dressed in professional attire, and he really looked like an urban white-collar worker. Moreover, according to Zhao Qifeng, he was now the supervisor of the front desk and had many subordinates.
There were two soldiers, and the three little girls stood up from their seats when they saw Ju An coming over. Ju An waved his hands to the two of them: "Find me a room upstairs. I'll go in and rest for a while."
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"The partition door upstairs is not locked, and there is no one on the north side," Xiao Qin said with a smile to Ju An.
Ju An nodded after hearing this and walked upstairs. He found an unoccupied cubicle. Ju An sat down on a chair. He was not very jetlagged at this time and was a little sleepy now. He found a place to take a nap.
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More than fifty paintings are not a lot to say. After more than two hours, the judges ranked their own rankings. Zhao Qifeng started counting after receiving these votes. The person with the most votes will win the first prize.
.By noon, the rankings were all out.
After taking a nap, Ju An walked up to Wang Fan and asked Wang Fan: "Are the awards going to be given in the afternoon?"
Wang Fan shook his head and said: "No, the awards will have to be held until tomorrow morning. Then the deputy province in charge of culture will come to award the awards. We have done a good job in publicity. The competition is very influential. Of course, someone will come over to take photos of the news and so on. In the afternoon
The main thing is to talk about signing contracts with these painters, Zhao Qifeng is already ready."
Ju An nodded after hearing this. Anyway, he didn't have to worry about this matter and let them worry about it.
Is there anything going on in the afternoon? Of course, the job of the gallery owners in Ju'an is to continue to accompany these big names to dinner. Fortunately, we are all cultural people, so there is no drinking at the wine table, and everyone is very casual, no
It's noisy, eating with these people is called eating, Ju An thought happily as he picked up a meatball and put it in his mouth.
When it was almost five o'clock in the afternoon, Zhao Qifeng arrived at Ju An's room. After a while, Mike and Miles followed him.
"The first prize winners are unwilling to sign with us, the second prize winners are only three willing to sign with our gallery, and the third prize winners are eight," Zhao Qifeng said with his head hanging down.
"Why are there only eleven?" Ju An asked, looking at the materials in his hand. Even if he wanted to dance
Zhao Qifeng said: "I don't know very well. Many of them are unwilling to sign a contract with us, saying that our gallery has nothing to offer and has little experience in operations."
Ju An closed the folder, told Mike and others about what happened in the morning, and then said with a smile: "We are preparing to recruit young painters, but who knows that others are plotting against us too? Winning an award here will make us happy."
The bonus comes with reputation, which can be used as leverage when signing contracts with other galleries."
Wang Fan said with a smile: "Who is not a living thief now? You are only allowed to scheme against others, but others are not allowed to scheme against you. I think this many are good. After all, there are still eleven people in my hands." Then
He reached out and patted Zhao Qifeng on the shoulder: "Old Zhao did a good job."
Wang Fan looked at Ju An with a dazed smile and joked: "What bad idea are you thinking of? I told you that changing the rankings will not work! We agreed, but those old guys outside will not agree."
"Am I so mean?" Ju An said with a smile after listening to Wang Fan's words: "I thought the money we gave was a lot. Who knew that less than a quarter of the people would be interested in it? When would the country
The art market is so prosperous, and all the young artists now come from wealthy backgrounds."
"After eleven, it's just eleven. Now Mike feels relaxed. He was originally planning to go to the United States in two batches to do a few exhibitions, but he was saved next spring." Wang Fan said with a smile: "You too
Don't blame others, if you want to blame it, blame Zhao Qifeng for planning it so well that he made these people so small."
Mike shook his head gently: "We can't save the spring ones, let their new works go by then." (To be continued)