In the past, paintings could not be sold, but now, even if they accidentally painted a black bump, some people said with admiration, the master's works are really unfathomable, and you can see how expressive this cosmic black hole painting is!

It's as if those people are familiar with black holes.

Meng Junyao arched his hand: "I'm sorry, the pen is leaking." ”

The group of followers immediately improvised and said: "A master is a master, you see, the pen can leak ink so high-level, so artistic, it really makes others unreachable!"

Meng Junyao has a black line, messy in the wind. I sincerely hope that fans can worship rationally, guard their brains like jade, and not be like those teenagers who skip class and use their parents' hard-earned money to besiege celebrities.

Even so, he still meticulously carries out every creation, vowing to break the spell of "as soon as a painter becomes famous, his standard declines"!

Even if you have spent a lot of effort to complete most of the works, as long as you are not satisfied, you will tear them up and only sell the most satisfactory works.

He also has a habit of painting by himself in a completely enclosed environment, without anyone disturbing him.

There is a special studio in the inn for him, that is, the one where the thief stole "the face of the person does not know where to go, and the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze", and now there is a heavy security door and sound insulation.

As long as he plunges in and locks the door, he can't get out for four or five hours, and during the period, he doesn't eat, drink, or go to the toilet like he became an immortal, and he is dedicated to creation.

It's also one of his ways of diverting his attention and alleviating his pain.

Therefore, if someone wants to find him, you must be patient and wait for him to finish drawing and get out of the level.

On this day, as soon as Meng Junyao pushed open the door of the studio from the inside, someone greeted him warmly, it seemed that he had been pacing outside for a long time, and the floor of the corridor was thinner than yesterday.

Meng Junyao saw the face of a middle-aged man who seemed to be familiar, and he tried to stretch out a hand into the depths of his memory to grab it: "Eh, you're not that ......"

The man stretched out his hands and shook them: "That's right, I'm Lao Tie, Brother Meng, now that you are famous, it's hard for you to remember me!"

At that time, Meng Junyao left M City in order not to delay Xiaobai, and made a living by teaching painting. On those sleepless nights, he put on his jacket and ran to a bar to kill his sorrows.

Half of those worries are related to Xiaobai, and the other half is related to the fact that he is not young but has achieved nothing.

In fact, in his life, whether he succeeds or not, he has almost only done two things: one is painting, and the other is loving Bai Yunuan.

Both of them used all their strength.

It was in that small bar that he met Lao Tie, who used to be engaged in the calligraphy and painting operation industry, and the two of them had been on their knees for nearly a night.

At this time, Lao Tie looked at Meng Junyao, who was wearing an old coat and had a tired face, puzzled: "Brother Meng, no, the last time I saw you, you looked depressed; Now that you are popular and famous all over the world, why are you still so virtuous?

Meng Junyao's vest happened to be the one in the bar back then, and it was so worn out that it was pilling.

Nanzhi bought him a few new and branded ones, but he didn't like to wear them, saying that "the new is not as good as the old".

At that time, Nanzhi immediately shut up and stopped talking.

She knows that she is new, Bai Yunnuan is the old, and she is the indelible cinnabar in Jun Yao's heart.

At that time, Meng Junyao realized that what he said was not appropriate, so he decisively hugged Xiao Guiyuan over and poked her with stubble.

Only this girl's smile can immediately divert Nanzhi's attention, and at the same time, victory covers up his weakness.

Meng Junyao said to Lao Tie: "Wearing gold and silver, hugging each other in front and back, it is either the emperor or the bride who is married." Brother Tie, why are you here to find me? Let's find a place to have a drink or two?"

Drink for sure, but two drinks are not enough.

In the warmly arranged riverside tavern, you can taste the charm of the south of the Yangtze River and taste the folk customs.

Master Jin Yong threw his hands and went to play in another river and lake, but now this river and lake still has to be inherited.

The successors of the master have a common name called "*".

Meng Junyao was still the same as before, and someone greeted him wherever he went.

However, in the past, he hooked up with his friends who had made friends of all religions and ninths with his personal charm, greeting and greeting him like a homely person; now, because he was burdened with the huge aura of media publicity, strangers recognized him everywhere he went, and begged for a group photo and an autograph to show off like a star.

No matter what category the comer belongs to and for what purpose, now, Meng Junyao can deal with it without humility or arrogance.

Even if you dress like a beggar, you're a king in your bones, that's probably what it feels like.

At the beginning, when the people suddenly became so enthusiastic from ignoring him, Meng Junyao was not very adaptable, and often chose to flee after being at a loss.

Anyway, he's very good at escaping, hasn't he escaped from Xiaobai several times?

Now that he is used to it, the main thing is that there is no place to escape, so it is better to tunnel everyone's wishes.

He smiled innocently, took out a pen from his pocket, and signed it seriously. Then he took a photo, and the hairball on his old vest could be clearly seen in the photo.

But the fans will do it for him - look how thrifty the great artist is!

Or maybe you will say - isn't it fashionable to retro style now? Maybe the big artist is deliberately worn, hey, hey, let's get a jacket to wear like this!

As a result, many people use antique washboards to rub their newly bought jackets, and vow not to give up until they rub up their hairballs. If you don't have a washboard, use radiators instead.

Today, Lao Tie waited patiently for 20 minutes on the side before he was finally able to sit down with Meng Junyao.

V5, my brother Meng is not what it used to be!

However, the longer he waited, Lao Tie not only did not get angry, but became happier.

Meng Junyao: "What? You want to be my agent?"

He was completely unaware of the extent of his fame and worth.

"That's right, look at the celebrities now, which one doesn't have an agent? You are famous, you need someone to help you plan and take care of it, and you need someone to convert your calligraphy and painting works into value as high as possible!"

Lao Tie stretched out a hand and pulled it down one finger at a time.

"Look at me as a person, one has a good work ethic, two has the idea of serving the country and the people, three has extensive comprehensive knowledge, four has the ability to discern good talents, and five has economic awareness and planning ability, I have been guiding you since you had nothing. You say, is there a better candidate in the world to be your agent than me?"

Meng Junyao: "I don't have much to do, that is, after I finish painting, someone will take it and sell it, it's as simple as that, according to this, now my wife and my wife's sister are my agents." ”

Lao Tie was not discouraged, and the more frustrated he became, the more courageous he became:

"How can that be done? Now everything is standardized, do you understand? Brother Meng, you concentrate on creation, and you don't have extra time and energy to plan and operate your own works, do your wife and your wife and her sister have professional knowledge? They must not be familiar with commercial activities, right? How can your works be sold as casually as Chinese cabbage? If so, it is an insult to art...... I'm sorry, my mood is so magnificent, it's too jelly!"

Meng Junyao repeatedly said no, saying that he now has a social status, and the money he earns is enough to spend, enough to support his wife and children, and he can toss a deaf and dumb art school, he is already quite content, and he doesn't need to operate it anymore.

Lao Tie was anxious, and he couldn't help but cry and pleaded: "Brother Meng, let me be honest with you, I came to beg you, you let me be your agent, otherwise my family will be scattered!"

Fortunately, their location is hidden, and there is a screen blocking the equivalent of a half private room, so Lao Tie's crying voice was not noticed by others.

Meng Junyao hurriedly comforted him, and asked what was going on by the way.

Lao Tie: "When I first got married, I was a small manager in a cultural company, and I told my wife that my dream was to be a great contemporary artist in the future...... My wife was very happy, and then I told her that I wasn't done yet, not to be a big artist, but to be an artist's agent. My wife gradually accepted this reality and felt that being an agent was also quite promising, just don't be like Xzhe. As a result, 10 years have passed in a blink of an eye, and due to various reasons, my vow has not been fulfilled, and I am still making soy sauce everywhere. Her feelings for me are getting weaker and weaker, and I really want to redeem it, so I think of you. If I can become the agent of a great artist now, I can still have an explanation for my wife, and if she is happy, she may not divorce me. ”

Meng Junyao: "So that's the case." ”

Lao Tie: "But Brother Meng, don't worry, I won't ask you for a high broker salary, on the contrary, I won't ask you for a penny, and when I help you make money, I will take a little commission myself, mainly... Fulfill my promise to my wife, so that she won't say that I haven't counted once in so many years. ”

"I can promise you," Meng Junyao said happily after listening, "However, what really caused your relationship to fade was probably not that you were not a celebrity agent, right?"

Lao Tie took a puff of his cigarette: "No matter, I have to fight hard anyway." Thank you so much, Brother Meng, I will definitely work hard and will not let you down!"

Meng Junyao smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

Lao Tie asked embarrassedly: "Brother Meng, I didn't propose to cooperate with you when we first met, but now that you are famous, I came to talk to you about cooperation, do you think I'm a bit of that?"

Meng Junyao fully understood what he meant, and smiled tolerantly: "How could it be? If I were you, I would have to pick and choose, I can't just find someone to cooperate, and good birds choose trees to perch." ”

Lao Tie listened, and patted Meng Junyao's shoulder again.

Now, all matters related to the sale of Meng Junyao's works are handed over to Lao Tie, who is not idle every day, busy making phone calls and sending faxes.

In addition to paying for living expenses, a large part of the income is used to support the expenses of the Longya Art School.