"Get out... I don't sell it for any amount of money. ”

When the old gentleman heard that Zhao Shirong wanted to buy a painting, his face suddenly pulled down, and he looked like he was going to send off a guest.

I secretly thought it was funny, but I didn't expect the old gentleman to actually play the trick of lust and indulgence, which is worthy of the old man's search.

Zhao Shirong saw that the old man put the painting away, quickly took the old man's hand, and said extremely humbly: "Sir, listen to me slowly, I know that your old man will not make money with his grandfather's posthumous work, but this has nothing to do with money at all, I can help you promote this painting, if you make some fame, it can be regarded as a tribute to your grandfather." ”

Sure enough, Zhao Shirong is an old man, for an artist, money is sometimes something outside the body, but reputation and status are different, this thing is not something that money can buy, everyone wants to be famous in history, but it is not easy to be famous in history.

Zhao Shirong's words are to give the old gentleman a set, give the old gentleman a chance, people are like this, especially self-motivated people, they are very sensitive to seizing opportunities and opportunities, so the old gentleman sat down again.

"What kind of propaganda law?"

"It's very simple, I own a gallery, my gallery has a high exposure rate, as long as I hang this painting in the gallery, first publicize it in the local area, after some local fame, I will take the painting to participate in some internationally renowned art exhibitions, so that more people can see this painting, when the time comes, Mr. Lao, your grandfather is the budding founder of the domestic Fauvist style, and his paintings will be sold for millions. ”

Zhao Shirong's cake painting is very large, let alone someone else, even if it is myself, I was stunned when I heard it on the side, and I began to fantasize about the beautiful scenery of that scene.

The old gentleman hesitated, he took a few sips of the tea on the table, pondered it again and again, and then said:

"This painting can only be lent to you, not sold. ”

When Zhao Shirong heard this, he immediately agreed.

Alas, alas, this plot is not right, didn't the old man say that he would sell this painting to Zhao Shirong at a high price?

I don't know what the old man is doing, but I trust him, he can't go wrong.

So the old gentleman took out a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone from the drawer, and wrote an agreement, which was roughly to lend the painting to Zhao Shirong, and then collect a little rent or something.

After writing the agreement and the two signing it, Zhao Shirong left with the painting satisfied.

I didn't go back with Zhao Shirong and them, for Zhao Shirong, my use value is gone, and I naturally have no interest in me.

Zhao Shirong drove away, and the old man walked out of the backyard.

"Master..."

The old gentleman actually called the old man, master, so isn't this old gentleman my senior brother?

"Senior brother?" As soon as I was surprised, the old gentleman uncovered his beard and hair, your sister, this old gentleman is twenty years younger.

The old man smiled but said nothing, and then the senior brother explained that he had been with the old man since he was 18 years old, and accompanied the old man through difficult walks to the north.

These are all later words, but what I want to know more is that this was not the original plan, the original plan was to let Zhao Shirong pay a high price for this painting.

The old man's explanation was very convincing, he said that Zhao Shirong was not stupid, he had to make the painting hot first, and then sell it for more money, even if he bid us to buy the painting now, it would not be a high price, at most four figures.

Asking Zhao Shirong to rent a painting is to give Zhao Shirong an illusion, so that he feels that the painting is very valuable, with Zhao Shirong's greedy character, this painting will be obtained by him sooner or later, but now is not the time.

Moreover, our ultimate goal is to discredit Zhao Shirong, not just make him this little money, so the bigger game is still to come.

Sister, I'm too tender, the old man's scheming is really bottomless.

Zhao Shirong is gone, and the next thing we have to do is to build momentum, what kind of momentum is to make this painter famous.

When we returned to the city that night, Zhao Shirong was so anxious that he put up an advertisement in front of the gallery: a forgotten Fauvist painter's masterpiece would be exhibited tomorrow.

Zhao Shirong himself is a bit famous, he is a living advertisement, coupled with his hype, there will definitely be countless people who will come to see the exhibition tomorrow.

So the old man found a lot of extras to go to the art exhibition, and even the old man arranged the lines and told them what to say, and what the old man and I had to do was to hit the periphery and do propaganda from the periphery.

Early the next morning, before the gallery opened, many people were waiting at the door, eager to take a look at the masterpiece that Zhao Shirong said.

From Zhao Shirong's confident eyes, I saw hope, he had fallen in.

As soon as the gallery door opened, the extras crowded in, and Zhao Shirong took them to the picture and explained the painting himself.

From the background of the creation time to the original intention of creating this painting, from the artistic value to the actual value, Zhao Shirong said it thoroughly.

I really don't know where these lines came from, those half-understood second-hangers must have believed it, and as soon as the extras invited agreed, it became a fact that the three of them were tigers.

For a while, there was an endless stream of people who came to the gallery to see the paintings, and many people came to admire it, because Zhao Shirong himself was a critic, even if the people who came saw the clues, they didn't dare to say it, if they said it wrong, wouldn't the reputation be gone, no one dared to move the door in front of Zhao Shirong, and gradually, the painting was blown up by the people in the circle.

And the old man and I contacted a lot of media, let these media report all day long, first blow the painting again, and then blow Zhao Shirong again, the overwhelming praise made Zhao Shirong a little floating, the old man and I saw that the time was ripe, and we were ready to take the next step.

The next step, of course, is to buy the painting, and whoever wants to buy it is not me, not an old man, but a fictitious Mr. Park, a wealthy Korean businessman.

That day, the old man went to the gallery, still dressed up brightly, and the old man's intention was very simple, that is, he was entrusted by Mr. Park, a wealthy Korean businessman, to buy this picture of spring trees and autumn frosts.

Zhao Shirong had already checked before, and the old man was a second-class dealer, so the old man directly explained his intentions.

Zhao Shirong is not stupid, if he sells the painting to the old man, and the old man takes it to make a difference, he will not lose a lot? Besides, the painting was rented, and the owner of the painting sold the painting before he could get it, and his reputation would not be good.

The old man went to find Zhao Shirong, and Zhao Shirong knew what was going on, but the old man would not be so simple and superficial, he knew that Zhao Shirong would not sell paintings easily, so he began to make up stories.

"I was dragged by my Korean friend Mr. Park to buy this painting, and I had to buy it. ”

"Do you have to buy it?" Zhao Shirong was a little puzzled.

So the old man began to make up a story, Mr. Park's grandfather in South Korea, and the owner of this painting were friends at the beginning, although the two were not from the same country, but they studied together as brothers, but unfortunately the war separated the two, Mr. Park's grandfather has been looking for the owner of this painting, and later learned that the owner of this painting has passed away.

Then Mr. Park's grandfather had a heart, hoping to find someone's paintings, help them carry them forward, and let someone's paintings be shown to more people, but Mr. Park's grandfather never found a friend's painting before he passed away, and his last wish could not be completed, which became Mr. Park's heart disease.

Now I heard that someone had found the painting and sent it to buy it.

The old man's story is so touching that he almost lost his tears, and Zhao Shirong didn't say whether the painting was sold or not, but just told the old man that he wanted to meet this Mr. Park.