Curator Roman Luo looked at Master Xingluo in surprise.
"Mr. Lu? Is he the Lu Feng you mentioned before?"
Master Luo nodded and said, "Yes, that's him."
Victor and David also looked at Master Luo in surprise. He also knew Lu Feng? And he thought Lu Feng was his idol?
Their boss is famous!
Curator Luo Manluo likes Chinese martial arts, which can not only strengthen the body but also protect his family.
Due to physical reasons, military fighting skills require strong physical support. Luo Manluo cannot learn it, but the Chinese Kung Fu in Chinatown can.
He had seen Master Luo's skills with his own eyes, and he had no problem dealing with five or six young men with his bare hands.
This is why Roman Luo respects Master Luo so much.
When Curator Luo Manluo saw Master Luo, he came forward and said that even if he was doing the business at a loss, he had to agree.
"Okay, just a 10% management fee."
At this time, Lu Feng carefully considered Rosen's proposal and agreed to put it on display for auction.
"Then it's decided. There happens to be a Mid-Autumn Festival auction tonight. The guild hall will share 10% of the auction. Let's sign a contract and go through the formalities."
Director Roman Luo naturally agreed, and immediately asked the staff to prepare a contract and prepare to sign a contract with Lu Feng.
Victor, David, Rosen and others were all businessmen. They immediately followed the staff to frame Lu Feng's calligraphy and send it to the exhibition hall as soon as possible to see the effect.
If the effect is good and the response is strong, then Lu Feng will definitely make a fortune.
Fame, money, status, etc. will all follow.
Being able to become famous in the War Hall is definitely something that masters from all over the world dream of, just like having your oil paintings collected by the Louvre.
If Lu Feng becomes famous, he will become the youngest master-level figure in the history of the Zhanzhan Guild Hall.
What is this concept?
If this day really comes to pass, Victor and others will feel proud of themselves.
While everyone was busy, Lu Feng and Master Luo happened to have a chance to be alone.
Master Luo humbly said to Lu Feng, "Thank you very much. Mr. Lu showed mercy last time."
An ancient saying goes, if three people are together, there must be one who is my master. Lu Feng is more capable than himself. Although Master Luo is greater than Lu Feng, it is not an exaggeration to call Lu Feng sir.
Because of Lu Feng, Master Luo really wanted to return to China to see and feel the changes in his motherland.
Lu Feng didn't have any ill intentions towards Master Luo. At that time, he was just angry and they had forgotten their ancestors.
"Chairman Wan suggested that we change our nationality, also to allow us to live a better life abroad and to provide for our children's education."
"Mr. Lu, actually I am reluctant, but you don't live in this country, so you don't know."
"Of course, I don't expect Mr. Lu to understand when I say this. After all, I have really changed my nationality."
Master Luo said it a bit helplessly. If he was not forced to do so, who would be willing to leave his homeland and travel across the ocean to this strange place.
Lu Feng was noncommittal and didn't say much. He just nodded.
Master Luo took out an invitation from his pocket and said: "The Mid-Autumn Festival in Chinatown is very lively. Lion dances, dramas, martial arts performances, lanterns, etc. are all traditional Chinese cultural customs. If you have time in the evening, you can go and see it. We are here
Find me."
He admired Lu Feng very much, especially after reading his writings, which inspired people and promoted the prestige of China.
Abroad, there are too few such young people.
Master Luo was angry when he saw the Chinese exhibits in the guild hall, but he didn't know what to do, so he thought of asking Director Luo Manluo to remove all the exhibits.
Who knew that Director Roman Luo didn't have this power.
Master Luo had no other better way, but Lu Feng actually thought of this way to warn the world.
This effect is more meaningful and educational than simply removing the exhibits.
I am thinking to myself that I am really getting old.
At this moment, in the master exhibition hall, Count Mufeng held a pipe in his mouth and leaned on a special black crutch. He walked slowly into the exhibition and kept looking at the master works.
Earl Mufeng is a collector who loves collecting, a well-known local collector, and is also known as the stingiest investor.
He likes collecting new works of art very much.
In his view, a work of art with a soul does not necessarily require the accumulation of time. The key lies in whether the creator of the work of art can make the work of art have a soul.
The old count, who has practiced art appreciation for decades, has developed a sharp eye and can identify whether an artwork is worth collecting at a glance.
It is precisely because of his good eyesight that he made a lot of money in the collection industry. The most successful collection was an art collection that he only spent 100,000 yuan on. Five years later, someone invested 3 million yuan to collect it.
He bought it from his hand.
This matter has always been something he talks about.
He has been coming to the exhibition hall since morning. He comes to the hall almost every day to see if there are any new works of art.
Another way of saying it is "picking up leaks". Although the works displayed here are all works by masters, different masters have different styles and different collection values.
The price of good works is too high, and it is difficult to achieve new breakthroughs in price in a short period of time, which means there is not much profit margin.
Only those exhibits that have just appeared, not many people know about them, but are full of charm, will Count Mufeng take action. When the master becomes more famous, the collection in his hands will naturally increase with the tide, and he will get rich profits.
report.
At this moment, Count Mufeng had already walked around the guild hall, shaking his head a little disappointedly. None of the newly exhibited works satisfied him.
"I'm afraid today is in vain again." Earl Mufeng sighed.
Count Mufeng has long been accustomed to this kind of situation. If he could "pick up leaks" every day, wouldn't he become the richest man in the world?
Playing with collections means playing with a good attitude.
Just as Count Mufeng was preparing to leave, three young men, led by the staff, carefully removed a framed calligraphy and painting and displayed it next to the Chinese art during World War II.
"New artwork?"
Count Mufeng stopped and waited with interest to find out what kind of artwork it was, which was actually placed in the antique-level cultural relics exhibition area.
Anyway, he had wasted so much time, so he didn't mind waiting a little longer. Maybe the new thing he sent would be something good?
The staff member stood nearby with a wry smile on her face. She was also surprised that this thing was included in the master-level exhibition hall and must be placed next to antique-level art.
This was arranged personally by the curator, and she didn't know the specific situation.