"Can I take it in my hand and take a closer look?"

"Of course you can...."

This hideous-looking rakshasa mask, after being caught in the middle-aged man's hand, fell unnaturally. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

This mask, which is forty or fifty centimeters in size, is made entirely of solid wood, and the weight is not light.

The rich and splendid oil paint, the abstract painting symbols are more intense, and the polished quite delicate wood makes the surface of the mask that I thought would be rough and unbearable, as delicate as talc, and has a unique moisturizing feeling like jade to the touch.

"I bought... I didn't bring that much cash, can I use a card here? ”

'Poof...'

Lan Jin took this mouthful of old blood, and almost didn't spray it to the ground. What? That's it? Big brother, look at it again, $500!

So it's terrible to say that there is no culture, as early as after the emergence of the Yellow River culture, one of the representatives of Han culture, the area of intangible cultural heritage, only 500 US dollars, what's wrong?

But Lan Jin is a child of a merchant family, and when Mr. Congrong brought it, it only cost more than $30 for the manufacturer to make a mask, and if the quantity is large, the price is negotiable.

Qin Guan on the side did not rush to swipe the card for the middle-aged man in front of the cash register, but introduced it unhurriedly: "Actually, we will only open tomorrow, I see that you are very knowledgeable about artworks." ”

"I wonder if you're an art dealer, or a member of an art foundation, or the owner of a private gallery?"

The middle-aged man on the opposite side was stunned for a moment, because Qin Guan's words began to formally raise his eyes to take a closer look at the Asian boy's appearance.

The eyebrows are sparse, and the gentleman is like jade.

He suddenly took off the cashmere-thin tweed gentleman's hat from his head and made a silent inquiry as to where to put it.

Cong Nianwei took it cleanly with her hands, and hung it in the cloakroom behind the cash register together with the coat that the other party had taken off.

"Let me introduce myself, my name is Renai, I'm the owner of a C-grade gallery chain, and I'm a private art donor because I'm in Los Angeles."

"Of course, I don't mind being an art dealer if the price is right."

Don't, with your worth, how big a face do you have to be an agent, you can see it. Even the value of the artwork cannot be only $500.

Qin Guan didn't raise an extra eyelid because of the identity of the other party, now he is Party A, and Qin Guan has already figured out the other party's context.

Unlike the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York, which only displays the most traditional works of painting and works by world-famous painters, it only publishes and prints such fine arts, and never holds exhibitions of modernist works.

The Asian Art Museum in Los Angeles, California, is a famous miscellaneous history museum, which exhibits paintings by famous Chinese artists of the past dynasties, and more exaggerated is the inclusion of carvings, stone carvings, furniture, and costumes.

It is not an exaggeration to say that he is obsessed with Chinese history and art.

No, Renai, who is also a California art dealer, has also been influenced by the local art market. The trip to New York came at the right time, and the Chelsea market really had a rich history and gave him such a big surprise.

"Then you can go to the wicker chair over there and rest for a while, because the artwork that will be taken out behind you may not even be seen before."

Renai nodded, it is true that as Qin Guan said, in the shop of the beauty of this world, he has really never seen the first work of art.

Cong Nianwei's subordinates were not idle, and Lan Jin was not lying on the chair at this time, as if he had seen a huge business opportunity, he was now struggling to dig the cotton in the box to prevent squeezing.

Money, it's all money!

"This is a beachhead New Year painting, an artistic style that began to flourish in the late Ming Dynasty in China, with brilliant and colorful colors and the style of simple and easy-to-understand narrative paintings, which are mostly accepted by the common people."

"Buying Chinese New Year pictures is one of our traditions there, just like the custom-made oil paintings sold in the B-grade galleries here, which are the favorites of Chinese women."

"Oh yes," Cong Nianwei took a square wooden board, carefully wrapped in thick plastic film, opened the mouth, and put it in front of Renai's eyes.

"This is another way of showing another style of painting in China, the wood-block New Year painting, which is a carving method, using the wood board as a carrier of printed paintings, and a more three-dimensional sense of art."

"The age has a history of thousands of years, this is amazing, if you buy an engraving, it is equivalent to buying the original version of a print, Cong Nianwei will show Mr. Renai."

"Okay!"

Cong Nianwei used Dahao to stain the ink, and carefully soaked the oil paint on the upper layer of the wood-block New Year's painting, a thick version of rice paper with good water absorption, the same size as the wooden board.

The paper lightly covered it, but after half an hour, Cong Nianwei gently peeled off the rice paper on the wooden board.

A beautiful New Year's picture of the three-star annunciation of Fu Lu Shou was displayed in front of Renai's eyes.

Renai, who has always been elegant and has a calm temperament, had a surprised expression on his face for the first time.

Foreign oil paintings, the way of painting is a painstaking effort, a painting has been painted for several years.

And the wood-block New Year painting in front of me, good guys, this is simply a meticulous custom painting, and it is full of exotic style, which is the favorite of those guests of the B gallery.

Now Renai can't care about his self-proclaimed artist's temperament, and directly turned into a businessman, and he directly pointed to these categories of artworks to open his own conditions.

"How many of these paintings do you have in your store? I think we can sit down and talk about it. ”

Qin Guan understated the number behind the cash register: "It's not much, there is only one bottom plate of the woodblock New Year's picture, it is in your hand, twenty finished products, and there are no more than ten beachhead New Year's pictures, plus the mask you fancied, you can take it all away for 5,500 US dollars." ”

"Poof.." Lan Jin behind him is another mouthful of old blood.

Lan Jin, who was still cleaning up the garbage on the side, almost didn't fall into the box after listening to the offer.

You lied to Qin Guan, this is carved from a broken piece of wood!

It wasn't until Renais and Qin Guan negotiated the agency prices of these three artworks that the other party reluctantly left the small gallery.

This Chinese is not simple, he actually wants to carry a large number of Chinese art and directly enter the American art market, and it seems that he has some ambition to build this small store into a C-class art palace.

(There are three types of galleries: A sells original paintings, B sells prints and doubles as frames, and C sells paintings, furniture, jewelry, antiques, etc.) Class A galleries have a relatively high status and are very professional, most of them are members of the National Chinese Business Association, and this kind of gallery is relatively professional and influential in the local area. Category B is a notch lower, and it has gained the market with famous prints and varieties and prices that are suitable for sale that the public likes. C mainly works of art, but it also works on a wider range of contents. (To be continued.) )