The woman is about 26 or 7 years old, not low, slender, very beautiful and generous.

Zheng Zhefan smiled and nodded, he didn't know who she was.

However, it seems that this woman knows herself.

"Thank you!"

Zheng Zhefan smiled and thanked him, and he walked into the room.

This house is quite large, the living room is more than 30 square meters, and the decoration is very tasteful.

In the living room, a group of black leather sofas is arranged, and several men are sitting on the sofas, smoking cigarettes and talking loudly.

The man sitting in the middle, lean, wearing a set of pajamas and pants, was talking and laughing with a cigarette in his hand. This is Zhang Yimu.

After Zheng Zhefan came in, they all stopped.

Zhang Yimu stood up and nodded towards Zheng Zhefan: "You are Zheng Zhefan, right?"

"Yes, I'm Zheng Zhefan. You're Teacher Zhang, right?" said Zheng Zhefan with a smile.

"I'm Zhang Yimu, please take a seat. Zhang Yimu said.

He said please take a seat, but the sofa in the living room was already full, and there was no place for Zheng Zhefan to sit.

Several other people sat there, all looking at Zheng Zhefan, but no one greeted Zheng Zhefan.

"Mr. Zheng, please sit on this chair. The woman took a small chair and placed it in a corner of the living room.

"Good. Thank you," Zheng Zhefan sat down in his chair.

If it comes, it will be safe.

Although the atmosphere was not very friendly, Zheng Zhefan still wanted to stay and take a look at the situation.

On the other hand, Zhang Yimu and others almost ignored Zheng Zhefan and began to talk about it again.

Zheng Zhefan listened, and what they were talking about was not movies, but collections. It's all about the story of collecting and picking up leaks.

In the early eighties of the last century, a certain collector often went to the countryside to collect antiques, and casually received official kiln porcelain, celebrity calligraphy and paintings. I bought it for a few dollars, hid it at home for more than ten years, and then sold it for millions of dollars.

"When it comes to painting, I think Mr. Zhang is a well-deserved person, and the quality of Mr. Zhang's paintings is very high, and almost no one in China can compare with them. A bald man began to flatter Zhang Yimu.

Zhang Yimu waved his hand and smiled: "Falsely praised, I'm just scribbling casually, how dare I compare with everyone in painting?"

"Teacher Zhang, you are too modest, I have seen many of your paintings, I think the pen is strong, the painting skills are extraordinary, there is an ancient style, not ordinary people can compare, you are not attentive to painting, if you use your heart, you can have a resounding name in the painting world. Another long-haired man complimented.

"Haha! Don't praise me, when it comes to painting, there is a real master here today, Zheng Zhefan, Mr. Zheng, a painting can be sold for two or three hundred million US dollars, which is several times more than we can make a popular movie, he is the real master!" Zhang Yimu glanced at Zheng Zhefan, who was sitting next to him, and said.

Zheng Zhefan smiled and did not speak.

He's not used to complimenting people.

"I think Zheng Zhefan is just lucky enough to climb the big tree of Gagosian Gallery, if it weren't for Gagosian to praise him, where would he have been famous now? The long-haired man began to belittle Zheng Zhefan.

"Foreigners are stupid with a lot of money, and those foreigners don't know what real art is at all! Haven't you heard of it? In the United States, a Yankee's drawing of a bunch of lines on a blackboard can be sold for $70 million, and you say, isn't this stupid? Zheng Zhefan did what he liked, and made a little specious painting, so that foreigners mistakenly thought it was very profound, and that's why he was sought after! If Teacher Zhang also went to the United States to open an art exhibition, I think maybe Teacher Zhang's paintings could be sold for a higher price! Teacher Zhang is much more famous than Zheng Zhefan in the United States. A guy with a mustache didn't hesitate to hit Zheng Zhefan.

Probably these people think that it is unscientific for Zheng Zhefan to achieve such brilliant achievements at such a young age! It can only be said that he has walked the dog (harmonious) luck.

Hearing this, Zheng Zhefan probably understood why Zhang Yimu was indifferent to himself.

It seems that Zhang Yimu is a little jealous of his achievements.

His heart is not as generous as he appears.

"I have Larry Gagosian's mobile phone number here, and I am willing to connect Mr. Zhang, so you can talk to him about cooperation. Zheng Zhefan said with a faint smile.

"Forget it, forget it, I don't plan to make any progress in painting, but, Mr. Zheng, you are from a painting background, and your attainments in this area must not be low, I took out the two paintings I painted recently, please give me some guidance." Zhang Yimu said at this time.

"I don't dare to say it, I still look forward to having the opportunity to learn from Mr. Zhang's masterpiece. Zheng Zhefan said.

Zhang Yimu went to the study with confidence and brought his two paintings.

Both paintings are oil paintings, not large in size, and the content of the paintings is very abstract.

A painting is pitch black, and there are some shadowy lines of people and objects in the darkness, this painting is called "The Sun Sinks".

One painting was a blood-red painting, with the internal organs and stumps of some animals floating in the blood-red, and even a vague shadow of a butcher's knife.

This painting is called "Eid al-Adha".

Zheng Zhefan feels that in terms of the idea of these two paintings, it is quite interesting.

However, he didn't draw very well, and the perspective and composition, and the handling of light and shadow were all problematic, and the whole picture seemed a bit messy, and the painting was quite clumsy, which can only be said to be the level of amateur graffiti.

"Mr. Zhang's painting is very profound, the sun is sinking, it is naturally the darkness of the whole world, it is too powerful!

""The Sun Sinks" and "Eid al-Adha" are black and red, they are very tasteful, Mr. Zhang, this is a master's work!

"If you want me to say, if Mr. Zhang's two paintings are seen by Western collectors, they will be robbed like crazy!"

"Yes, yes, maybe it will set a new sales record, and it is very possible to sell it for three or four hundred million!"

These people in the audience began to scramble for their stinky feet.

Zhang Yimu listened very proudly, he glanced at Zheng Zhefan and asked, "Teacher Zheng, please comment, I still want to hear your opinion." ”

Zheng Zhefan smiled and asked, "Teacher Zhang, what is your evaluation of yourself?"

Zheng Zhefan wants to hear whether Zhang Yimu has self-knowledge.

A person who has achieved great success in the film industry should not have a big problem with his aesthetics.