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- The car did not take the main road, but took a long circle before arriving at an inconspicuous building. Xiao Zhang took Li Keren and Wang Baoyu to a hall that had been decorated. Several etiquette ladies Waiting there, he nodded and said hello with a smile, and pinned a small red flower with the word VIP on Li Keren and Wang Baoyu's chest.
The exhibition hall, which is thousands of meters long, seems empty. Li Keren's paintings are displayed one after another on the wall, separated by glass walls and search lights are on. It seems that the value has doubled immediately.
The two people were walking around in the hall admiring the work. Li Ke was filled with excitement. After so many years of hard work, he finally reached a turning point in his artistic career.
After wandering around for a long time, Wang Baoyu looked outside the door from time to time. There were very few pedestrians and vehicles passing by. He sat on the sofa in the middle of the hall for a long time, but still no one came. He was wondering again, maybe he had put the work in there. Let's put it here, wouldn't it be meaningless?
We waited until 9:30, but the curious people nearby took a look at the door with their children in their arms, and left without any interest when they saw that it was an art exhibition.
There was still no one buying paintings, not even asking about the price. Only the few etiquette ladies were still standing straight. Wang Baoyu stood at the door with his hands behind his back. Seeing that the street here was so quiet, he couldn't help but start again. Get discouraged.
"Kid, why are you wandering around so much? Come and take a picture for me." Fortunately, Li Keren was still calm. She took a camera and took pictures of the works in the exhibition again, probably thinking of leaving a souvenir.
"Sister, there are no people coming to such a big place in the capital." Wang Baoyu couldn't help but feel angry.
"Hey, you don't understand the embarrassment of artists at all. Many people go to the provincial capital and even abroad to hold art exhibitions. If they can't sell a single painting, they give away a lot of them." Li Keren sighed.
"What a crap art exhibition if you don't sell money." Wang Baoyu was very puzzled.
¡°When you spend money to put money on your face, you will have something to show off when you print albums or leaflets in the future.¡± Li Keren explained while taking pictures.
"It's not like we came here, no, I have to ask." Wang Baoyu couldn't help but call Commissioner Li: "Commissioner Li, is there anyone here to see the art exhibition?"
"What's the hurry? The traffic jam in Beijing is very serious. Just wait." Commissioner Li said.
"Can it be blocked for more than an hour?" Wang Baoyu asked worriedly.
"There are people who have been stuck in traffic for a long time. We have notified them in advance. You should be prepared first and you should arrive at the scene around ten o'clock." Commissioner Li gave Wang Baoyu reassurance.
"Hey, I'm just asking, don't be in a hurry." Wang Baoyu led the donkey downhill, feeling much more at ease. Sure enough, after waiting for another half an hour, a luxury car drove over and stopped at the door, and a man got out of the car. A middle-aged man, wearing a crisp suit, his hair not messy, slowly walked up the steps.
"Hello, welcome to visit Ms. Li Keren's painting exhibition." Wang Baoyu hurriedly greeted her.
"You are Teacher Li Keren's agent." The man looked Wang Baoyu up and down and asked.
"Yes, my name is Wang Baoyu." Wang Baoyu chuckled, thinking about how to trick this man into buying a painting, even one painting. At least he would get his money back. Now that he is here, returning empty-handed is not his purpose.
The man handed over a business card. It was yellow. Damn it. When Wang Baoyu weighed it in his hand, he knew he had met the God of Wealth. It turned out to be gold. It read: Han Suiyuan, General Manager of Yi Xingchen Art Auction Company.
"Mr. Han, nice to meet you." Wang Baoyu hurriedly hissed.
"Xiao Wang, I have been entrusted by someone to host this art exhibition. Please cooperate with Teacher Li." Han Suiyuan said.
"No problem, just do whatever you say." Wang Baoyu said, a little disappointed in his heart, and he was not buying paintings.
Han Suiyuan followed Wang Baoyu into the hall, found Li Keren, and handed him a gold business card. Although Li Keren was arrogant, she was more expert in art than Wang Baoyu. She said excitedly: "Mr. Han, what's wrong? Alarmed you."
"Teacher Li, don't worry, I will definitely host this event and never let you down." Han Suiyuan seemed a bit frightened.
"Sister, he has some background." Wang Baoyu asked Li Keren in a low voice.
"Kid, this is the largest auction company in Beijing, with an annual turnover of tens of billions." Li Keren said.
Unexpectedly, Wang Baoyu was in awe of Han Suiyuan, who had such a big background. Han Suiyuan went to the stage to test the microphone, and then took out a small hammer for auction, with a serious and elegant expression.
Being able to have the CEO of the largest art auction company personally host it, Wang Baoyu immediately looked at Commissioner Li with admiration. The power of Guoan should not be underestimated.Behold, the privileges in their hands are enough for them to make whatever changes they want.
Just after ten o'clock, good cars appeared at the entrance of the exhibition hall. First, a group of old men came in, all with gray hair. Some of them even needed help to walk. Of course, Wang Baoyu didn't know which temple they came from. , but Li Keren greeted him extremely excitedly and distributed business cards very humbly.
Most of these old men also knew Han Suiyuan. They all chatted with each other and it was very lively. When they met strangers, Han Suiyuan handed out white business cards, which should be silver.
Wang Baoyu, who was by his side, asked again: "Sister, who are these old men?"
"Who are they? These are all well-known domestic artists. It's rare to see them in person. I didn't expect so many to come all at once." Li Keren was extremely excited, and his whole person seemed to be in high spirits.
"More powerful than you." Wang Baoyu didn't understand.
"Child, art requires time to accumulate. My skills are far behind those of these seniors." Li Keren said seriously.
After Li Keren's introduction, Wang Baoyu learned about the origins of these people. The thin old man walking in front was the leader of the Artists Association today. The old man following him was short and fat with sparse hair, but he was the leader of today's Artists Association. Jiao Dachuan, a great painter of the landscape school, and the one on the right wearing gold-rimmed glasses and hearing aids in his ears, is indeed Qiao Mohua, the first person of the Mogu School today, and everyone behind him is famous, either the founder of this school, or that The leaders of this group, it is said that the works of these painters cost over ten thousand per square foot.
????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? The older they get, the more valuable they become. If you have the money to buy it, you have to wait until the old man¡¯s hands stop trembling to draw a few strokes. In a word, there is no need to worry about selling.
¡°It¡¯s great, it¡¯s ethereal and far-reaching, and the intention is profound.¡± You Changshuo praised Li Keren¡¯s works while admiring them.
¡°The combination of Chinese and Western styles is a perfect match made in nature.¡± Jiao Dachuan also said the same.
"The elegance reveals extraordinary taste, and the pen and ink contains endless true feelings, which is amazing." Qiao Mohua sighed while holding his glasses.
¡°It¡¯s just good, she can be called the first among female painters.¡±
"The combination of softness and strength, the compatibility of line drawing and ink color, is unmatched by anyone."
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