The newly opened gallery has been carefully prepared, there are a lot of paintings, mainly calligraphy and Chinese painting, calligraphy works have real grass seals, Yan Liu Chu Ou Zhujia fonts, Chinese painting is fine, freehand, ink, color ink and both, the subject matter is from the landscape, figures, flowers and birds, at first glance it is also regarded as a flower red willow green, thousands of purples and thousands of red, some flowers bloom a hundred schools of thought contend. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

But if you look closely......

Wang Yan looked at it, there are very few works that can make him moved, only one ink figure painting "Rescue" makes Wang Yan feel a little shocked, the theme is coal mine rescue as the theme, the rescue team members are wearing miners' uniforms, wearing miners' hats, and there is no refinement of facial expressions, but through the body form, the anxious and eager mood of the rescue team members jumps on the paper, and the healthy posture of the rescue team members and the sense of strength of the desperate general are vividly expressed.

Just as Wang Yan was fascinated by the painting, a few whispers came from across the exhibition wall: "What art does he know about selling steamed buns?" Fool him into buying a few paintings and open a show! ”

The person who sells buns and can afford to buy paintings is probably Wang Yan himself, so Wang Yan looked through the exhibition wall.

The exhibition wall is specially designed for galleries and other places, and is supported by running rails under a block of blockboards, suspended by hanging rings, and there is a gap of ten or twenty centimeters between each board. So it was very convenient for Wang Yan to look at the past, it was the silver-haired old man who was "instructing" Deng Jiao.

Wang Yan smiled secretly, this is not to use the village chief as a cadre, and not to use bean buns as dry food!

Deng Jiao replied: "This is my big brother next door, I just came here to praise people's popularity, people don't like this, how can I let people spend money in vain!" ”

"You are a gallery owner, an art businessman, and in the final analysis, you are also a businessman, you have to put profit first, do you understand?" The silver-haired old man taught Deng Jiao a lesson.

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After a while, Deng Jiao came over to entertain Wang Yan again: "Big brother, my gallery is okay, right?" ”

"Yes, simple and artistic!" Wang Yan praised casually.

"Mr. Wang is really tasteful!" The silver-haired old man came over at some point.

Wang Yan saw that this was looking for me, a bun seller!

Wang Yan had a few things in his heart, but his face was indifferent: "This is..."

"This is Meng Nian, deputy secretary general of our Qingshan Artists Association, and a well-known painter Meng Nian!" Deng Jiao introduced.

"Hello." Wang Yan was polite but kept his distance, and didn't say any nonsense such as "long admiration", didn't he know that there was such a number!

"I've admired Mr. Wang's name for a long time!" Meng Nian's wording is very modest, but his attitude has his own arrogance, and he doesn't know how to do his artistic attainments, anyway, it seems that the level of pretending to be B is not shallow.

"Mr. Meng lifted me!" Wang Yan snorted and watched how Meng Nian fooled himself.

"I can't imagine that such a well-known entrepreneur as Mr. Wang also has a good taste for painting!" Meng Nian threw out the topic and led Wang Yan step by step into the set topic.

"It's not elegant, I don't have any research on painting, it's just vassalage elegance!" Wang Yan quietly gave Meng Nian a small pole that he could climb along.

"Mr. Wang is humble, vassal elegance is also a love of art, but the self-humility of art lovers, after all, art lovers are the majority, is the foundation of the art atmosphere, really have a deep understanding of art, profound attainments are a minority, this is a reasonable market pattern, or everyone paints to sell, who will buy?" What Meng Nian said is also reasonable, and it seems sincere and sincere.

"I wonder what Mr. Meng has done?" Wang Yan insisted on not calling Meng Nian a master, master? Is he worthy? But it is still necessary to hang Meng Nian's appetite and see how the steamed bun seller compares with the art masters.

Meng Nian really couldn't hold it anymore and led Wang Yan to his work.

Wang Yan deliberately examines Meng Nian's paintings with admiring eyes. Meng Nian exhibited a total of six or seven works, mainly ink landscapes, objectively speaking, Meng Nian's paintings are skillful and sophisticated, and he can be regarded as a mature painter. However, the price tag is 20,000 yuan a foot, Nima, excluding well-known domestic painters, how many painters can reach this price?

Wang Yan knows that so-called artists also want to make money, and many so-called artists have to be packaged and hyped from their works to their personal images, and Meng Nian is obviously a master.

"I don't know what Mr. Wang's advice on my graffiti?" Meng Nian looked at Wang Yan intently looking at the painting, thinking that Wang Yan was attracted. As long as you look at it, it's easy to do, and if you can see it in your eyes, you can't pull it out.

"Well, it's good, the penmanship is skillful, the layout is well-proportioned, and the layout is grand!" Wang Yan looked full of praise, and what he said was all the terms commonly used in painting criticism, but in fact, they were all clichés and had no nutrition at all.

"Mr. Wang really has a lot of attainments in painting appreciation, and he has seen a lot of famous paintings!" Meng Nian desperately complimented Wang Yan, but he couldn't be too explicit, so as not to lose his status as a superior, so it was very hard.

"That's right, it's just that I don't have time to visit the museum, but I've only seen a few celebrity calligraphy and paintings at a friend's house, because it's a private collection, it's not very famous, and I don't know if it's true or not!" Wang Yan's half-truths and half-truths about Meng Nian's appetite do not seem unattainable nor seem to be a novice in calligraphy and painting, giving Meng Nian a feeling of seeing flowers in the fog and unfathomable.

Meng Nian didn't know how to answer. It's just a vigorous belly slander: what celebrity calligraphy and painting can you see as a bun seller? But I can't say for sure, people are rich, and the level of contact with people is also high, and I may not have seen any peerless masterpieces.

Seeing that Meng Nian had no topic, Wang Yan took the initiative to give one: "I see that Mr. Meng's works are mostly landscape-themed works, and I think I have also walked through many famous mountains and rivers, right?" ”

"I've been to some, at least Wuyue has been there, and others like Huangshan and Lushan have also been there!" Talking about this topic, Meng Nian was a little proud, after all, he had been to many famous mountains.

"Oh, presumably Mr. Meng has also traveled to the Himalayas, Kunlun Mountains, Tianshan Mountains, the source of the Yellow River, and the source of the Yangtze River?" Wang Yan said that these places are high and far away, although they are very well-known, but the environment is harsh, and they are not people who can endure hardships and fanaticism, and few people go there.

"This..., I'm going to travel when I have time when I retire!" Meng Nian made an excuse to cover up that he hadn't seen the real mountains and rivers.

Nima, you're not retired yet? Get a seventy-year-old silver-haired silver-haired fool? Dyeed, right?

While the two were chatting, a loud voice sounded: "Little Jiao'er, wow, my brother is here to say hello to you!" I wish you good luck and good luck! ”

Wang Yan turned his head to look, and a rough man walked in.

"It's Teacher Du who is here, and it's shining!" Deng Jiao greeted him politely.

Teacher Du grinned and said: "What teacher is not a teacher, just tidy up that fictional text, I just have nothing to do and like to smear a few strokes blindly, and bring me a cup of tea in a big cup!" ”

Wang Yan is happy, and he dares to be an artist with any virtue, just when he came in, he was a big man with his feet.

Meng Nian next to him pouted: "This big old man can actually get into the National Artists Association, I really don't know what vision the National Artists Association has, and whether there is a fair value standard for art?" ”

Wang Yan smiled and did not comment.

Watching the several painters who came to the gallery to cheer on the gallery and ushering in the guests who were sent there, Wang Yan understood that these people wanted to take this opportunity to sell some works, first, to make a fortune, and secondly, to show their faces and raise their prices.

But it's been almost two hours since it opened, and not a single painting has been sold, not even one that is intentional. I can't say that Wang Yan has to pay out of his pocket to express it.

Wang Yan is a master who can't afford to be profitable, he won't spend money for good looks and likes to spend, and there must be a return for paying money, so he can look at a painting of "Rescue" all over the house.

found Deng Jiao, Wang Yan took out his bank card and wanted to buy the "Rescue".

Deng Jiao is embarrassed, there is no POS machine here!

Wang Yan instructed Deng Jiao to hurry up and set up a POS machine, and the high-end boutiques of calligraphy and painting transactions are priced in tens of thousands, who is carrying a bunch of banknotes to buy paintings? How cheesy is that!

The "Rescue" is also 20,000 yuan per square foot, a total of 6 square feet, and the price is 120,000 yuan. Deng Jiao gave Wang Yan a 20% discount and received 96,000 yuan.

Wang Yan had no choice but to call and ask Hu Wenjie to send cash.

Deng Jiao was atmospheric, and asked Wang Yan to take the painting away first, and then transfer it back.

Wang Yan insisted on refusing, saying that Deng Jiao's sister opened today, and said that she wanted to open the market well.