Gallery of the Mall, London, UK.

After Ji Yachen hung up the phone, he muttered in a low voice: "Doesn't this kid have special functions?" Thousands of miles away, he can know that the loser's salon has been established, and I didn't tell him when I registered this non-profit organization. ”

"Boss, what do you think of my arrangement?" A man in his thirties hurriedly ran over to ask for credit after seeing Ji Yachen finish calling.

Ji Yachen looked at the big man in front of him, he was really energetic after putting on the suit, much stronger than when he poured the poster himself. He never understood why Su Tuo had to bring this guy in, and now there were only three people in the entire loser salon, Su Tuo, himself, and the Mr. Gao Guxuan in front of him.

"Just two sketches, do you still need to arrange them?" Ji Yachen looked at Gao Guxuan with disdain.

Gao Guxuan said: "Boss, there is a saying in the East: details determine success or failure. Although there are only two paintings, they are very particular about their placement. ”

"Oh, what's the point?"

"It's just hanging one on the wall so that more people can enjoy it, and it won't be crowded together. ”

Looking at the serious Gao Guxuan, Ji Yachen said helplessly: "Okay, you look at the pendulum, there is one more thing I have told you many times, I am not the boss, the boss is the author of the painting, and he is in China." ”

"It's a cultural difference, the boss you call is the person in charge of the company, and the boss I call is something like what you call a 'leader' or a 'head'. In other words, you are my boss, and Su Tuo is your boss......"

"Hurry up and get to work, I didn't find you so verbose before...... Wait a minute, your boss's boss just said that if someone says that "Sister" is not good, you tell me. ”

"Ah, such a good work, who would dare to say that?"

"The time is coming soon, and you're ready to pick up the guests. ”

"Okay, you. ”

Ji Yachen knew why Gao Guxuan was so active, because Su Tuo gave him a salary that was 5 times that of before. In the early stage, Ji Yachen had to pay for the money, not only that, but he also had to pay the money for renting galleries and advertising in advance. Su Tuo said that after selling the painting, the money was deducted from it.

However, there is also good news on the phone just now, that is, the sketch "Sister" can also be sold. He asked the reason, and Su Tuo actually said that he was not satisfied with this painting and would repaint it in the future. Ji Yachen almost scolded, this kind of painting is not satisfied, you are pretending to be too big.

At nine o'clock in the morning, Ji Yachen opened the door of this small studio on time, looked out, and was startled. I saw a long queue outside the door, and there was a turn in the distance, and I couldn't see the end at a glance. Subconsciously, he glanced at the exhibition hall next to him again, and made sure that the line was not from the Portrait Society.

However, this is not right, how can it be that all young people, at first glance, are college students. None of the clients and agents I contacted could see them, the students were in charge, and they didn't have the money to buy the paintings or make high-quality reviews. I need the microphone for the media, the check for the rich.

"Sir, can I visit?" Standing at the head of the line was a blonde girl, very cute-looking, but the freckles on her face ruined the beauty.

Ji Yachen came back to his senses, looked at the distance of the team again, and said, "You can visit, but because the studio we rent is too small, we have to limit the flow of people, and we ...... each time Well, 20 people go in at a time, and the others have to wait for them to come out before they can go in. ”

The young people in front entered in turn, and after there were enough 20 people, Ji Yachen motioned for the people behind to stop. Although the people behind were a little anxious, they did not express any objection and waited quietly.

"Feige, what's going on? Why is the team no longer moving forward. A young man in the back asked the blonde boy in front of him.

"Alan, I think their showroom is too small for more people to come in at once. Feige observed very carefully, and immediately guessed the reason.

"So what should we do, are we just waiting stupidly?"

"It's okay, since the organizers will do this, they must have thought of ways to deal with it, such as limiting the time of each group of people to visit, etc. Believe it or not, the old man in charge of order is a delicate person at first glance. ”

"Really, we should be relieved that he is doing things. ”

These two innocent children are destined to rewrite their perception of the elderly today. Ji Achen asked people to go in batches, which was a temporary decision, and he didn't think about limiting the visiting time of each batch at all.

At this time, Ji Yachen received a phone call, which was from the world-famous art dealer Michael Werner. He hurried into the studio and found a corner where no one was around.

"Ji, hell, why is the queue in front of your door so long, and you may not be able to see the painting until tomorrow. You can think of a way for me and my important customers to take the VIP channel. ”

"Don't worry, Werner, I didn't know anything like this was happening. So go to the toilet in the north-west, and I'll lead you in. ”

"Alright then, let's go over, you have to hurry, every minute of delay for these important customers is a loss of tens of thousands of pounds. ”

A few students in the front row of the line, full of confidence and excited, talked excitedly.

"Burris, where are Feige and Alan, why didn't they come with you?"

"Carey, the two of them said they came alone, they should be at the back of the line, why don't you look for it?"

Carey shook his head like a rattle and said, "No, I'll have to start at the end of the line as soon as I leave, maybe I won't be able to enter until tomorrow." ”

"You say they're going to be with the people from University College London, these two guys have been in contact with my opponents. ”

"Possibly, but UCL is not a match, and there is no comparison with our Royal College of Art in terms of artistic attainment. ”

"I heard that Su studied at the China University of Arts, the equivalent of the Royal College of Art in the United Kingdom. ”

"Wow, that school must have produced a lot of great artists. ”

"I have a different opinion, a genius like Su is not something that the academy can cultivate. ”

"Yes, I've always been very conceited, thinking that I would not be worse than my predecessors, or at least I could leave a name in the history of art. But after seeing the photos of Sue's works, I was so ashamed that I wanted to cry. ”

"Hey, friend. You're from the Royal College of Art, too? Why haven't I seen you. ”

"We haven't seen you either, what major are you studying? ”

"I'm a realistic oil painting major, my name is Just, hello. ”

"Hi Just, my name is Carey, his name is Burris, and we are from the College of Design. ”

"Do the students from the design school also come to see sketches? It doesn't seem necessary. ”

"Of course it's necessary, you don't know, but after a week of copying the film, we were surprised to find that the level of sketching has improved a lot, which is amazing. ”

"How could I not know that I have been copying all the time, especially "Portrait of a Mother" after copying the effect is very good, much more useful than the textbook demonstration painting. ”

"You are a realistic professional, and if you evaluate "Sister", it is also a realistic painting. ”

Hearing this, Just hung his head in embarrassment and whispered, "I'm not good at it, I can't read that painting." ”