Miles next to him listened to Mike's words and nodded: "Well, I should promote it more, I watched these works today, and I think it's very good, very feeling." As he spoke, Miles raised his hand and gestured lightly in front of him.

"Na'an's palace is about to wait" Wang Fan smiled: "These are only eleven people who are willing to sign a contract with us, how long do you say they will talk, I'm afraid they will spend their lives in Anzi's palace."

Mike smiled and said, "What's wrong with that?" It's better than many painters who live in poverty and die before they can be accepted by the world, at least they now have a stable income."

Ju An laughed twice when he heard Mike's words, reached out and gently patted Mike on the shoulder twice: "Mike's words are really good, it suddenly raised my mental level, so I suddenly felt that I was simply the Medici of China."

Wang Fan coughed a few times when he heard this: "Mike has raised you a little, but you really feel that you have directly pulled yourself to the Medici category, and you know how to write the word shame." As he spoke, he opened his mouth to Ju An and made two embarrassing lip shapes.

"Why don't you know, I'll know what the word shame means when I look at it, I'll see you," Ju An looked at Wang Fan and replied with a smile.

Mike watched the two start arguing, stood up, and then said to Zhao Qifeng: "Go back, there are still a lot of things to do tomorrow, and I will go back to rest." After speaking, he turned his head to look at Ju An and Wang Fan and said, "Don't call me to eat at night."

Ju An nodded after hearing this, and watched Mike and Zhao Qifeng walk towards the door, and Miles and Wang Fan also stood up. waved his hand at Ju'an. Followed and walked out.

Early the next morning. Ju'an and the four of them arrived at the gallery, the whole gallery has begun to be arranged, as well as the people from the provincial TV station and the city TV station, and even the outside of the gate are all kinds of colored flags, but today is unlucky, the weather is gloomy early in the morning, and now it is raining lightly outside, and the first floor of the gallery is big enough. It was also spacious enough that the awards were moved indoors.

At nine o'clock, Zhao Qifeng received a phone call, someone informed the leader's team that the team had arrived, and Ju An and Wang Fan of course had to go to the door to welcome the leaders.

Standing at the gate, I watched two police motorcycles open the way, followed by several Audis, and entered the gallery door. Looking at the reporters and cameramen who were busy in the light rain, an Audi in the middle of the convoy stopped steadily at the door, and the person sitting in the co-pilot hurriedly got out of the car. I opened the umbrella and opened the back door, a man in his fifties and sixties. The slightly groomed leader got out of the car.

Ju An and Wang Fan took two steps, shook hands with the leader one by one, and Ju An said, "Welcome to the gallery's awards ceremony."

The leader glanced at Ju An: "Well, you guys did a good job." Gently following Ju An's hand, he pulled out his hand, stretched out it at Wang Fan, and stopped in mid-air waiting for Wang Fan to stretch out his hand.

The four of them just stood at the door, shaking hands with the leaders who entered one by one, saying unnutritious welcomes and the like.

Well, the awards ceremony is not those old routines, the main thing is to highlight the leadership, well, there are also the two white faces of Mike and Miles, and a lot of words to encourage young painters to contribute to spiritual civilization, etc., are all clichés.

It was noon before the award was distributed, the leaders did not stay for dinner, they left in the car, the reporters and everything suddenly disappeared, and the people who received the bonus and did not sign the contract also left the gallery, leaving only the staff of the gallery and the first batch of signed painters of the eleven galleries.

After sending off the leader, Ju An turned back to the door, and when he looked up, he saw the painter who was coaxing yesterday standing at the door, still looking at Ju An.

"Anything else?" Zhao Qifeng asked at this.

He shook his head at Zhao Qifeng, then stretched out his hand and pointed at Ju An and said, "I have something I want to ask him."

Ju An smiled and said, "What's the matter?" Go inside and say it."

This one shook his head: "That's it, I just want to ask you, is this ranking a bit watery?" You're the boss, maybe you're not satisfied with what I said yesterday or for some reason, I think I drew the best here, and it should be the first."

Hearing this, Ju An was stunned, is this person a little less brainy, you say that art is the first thing, I think Picasso's painting is not as good as his daughter Nini.

Looking at the two hundred and five in front of him with slanted eyes and holding his arms, Ju An didn't even bother to get angry, and laughed twice: "First of all, the painter of the first prize did not sign a contract with the gallery, so your idea is not valid in this aspect, and I think your painting is good, but the judges decided the ranking, and several of us did not intervene, this is completely the judges' own opinion, if you don't believe these judges, why did you submit in the first place?" If that's what you say, the first prize to the second prize should be signed by the gallery."

"The judges you paid for, can they not consider your opinion?" This two hundred and five is really not in his right mind, and he still doesn't believe Ju'an's explanation.

Ju An smiled: "Then I'll tell you clearly!" I don't care who wins any award this time, I only care about how many people have signed up with the gallery this time, and as for what you said I put you in the third prize, I can only laugh twice."

"I'm going to check the judges' votes, this should be fine!" Two hundred and five continued to say to Ju An.

Before the words fell, Wang Fan next to him laughed: "Boy! Do you really think you're a character? The whole process of judging the award is impartial by the notary office, and you can check the vote if you want to? Everyone comes to check the votes and doubt the fairness, we don't have to do any work, just serve you people."

"Since it's notarized, why are you afraid that I will check the ticket?"

Ju An was a little angry when he heard this: "If you want to check the ticket, go to the court to apply, when the time comes, the judge will have whatever he wants, and you can do whatever you want, to be honest, you are really not qualified in front of the four of us!" Don't say that you are not qualified now, even if you reach the height of Picasso and Dalí, I can still not bird you, I know why I don't do it? Very simple! You're not worth it for me, don't you understand? I said you don't deserve it, you understand! ”。

"You seem to be very good, you just have two stinky money, and I don't know how you got it by cheating" Two hundred and five looked at Ju An and said disdainfully.

When Wang Fan heard this, he wanted to go over directly, Ju An hurriedly grabbed Wang Fan's arm, turned his head to two hundred and five, and said, "If my money stinks, I won't bother you to bother." After speaking, Ju An walked directly in front of the two hundred and five.

Listening to this two hundred and five muttered, Ju An didn't even look interested in replying, this is obviously burned out of his brain, and he still wants to sign a gallery with this character? Whoever the hell has suffered your temper, if you are famous, the gallery doesn't care about you for the sake of money, this fart is not famous, who should put up with your fucking temper.

looks self-righteous, so good at brain supplementation, why don't you do news commentary. Do you think buddy is doing a beauty pageant, in the end, the top three are crooked melons and cracked dates, either this relationship or that relationship, it really doesn't matter if you enter the room with the judges, and finally you can give an explanation, the top three are internal shows, you don't know what's good.

Zhao Qifeng took Ju'an Myers four, followed by eleven young people who signed a gallery to meet, everyone found a conference room to sit down, and Mike spoke, announcing a series of plans for the gallery, the focus is of course next month and next spring's New York gallery exhibition, during New York, the contracted painters will be organized to go to the museum, next summer, everyone can go to Ju'an's palace to live for a month, anyway, where the courtyard is about the same, just let these people go to collect style.

They were all young people in their twenties, and they were very happy to hear that they could go to New York to hold an exhibition, and it was all at public expense, and they basically didn't have to pay a penny of their own, and the eleven heads talked to each other enthusiastically.

The meeting naturally ended with the signing of the contract, Zhao Qifeng put away the first batch of contracts for the gallery, and the checks except for the bonuses were sent to these people one by one, and then Zhao Qifeng took these young people to choose their own studios.

Ju'an went out to eat, and when he came back from eating, he saw that someone couldn't wait to buy all the furniture, and the people from the furniture company were helping a young painter move things to his studio, what a big bed, a desk and so on.

Ju An glanced at it and turned his head to Wang Fan and said, "This time, this scene makes me happy!" ”。

At this time, Zhao Qifeng came over, heard Ju An's words and said with a smile: "This is anxious, someone else's furniture will be sent over soon, I want to invite them to dinner, they didn't have time to wave the money and went to the furniture city."

Wang Fan laughed when he heard this, entered the office, and looked out the window for a while, and sure enough, a furniture company came to deliver furniture.

In the evening, Ju An, Miles, and Wang Fan were about to return to the United States, Wang Fan answered a phone call, and after listening to it, he said to Ju An Miles: "That person really went to the court to sue the gallery, how far does this person have to do this?" ”。

"If you want to fight a lawsuit, let him fight it, maybe the bonus given to him can be recovered by our lawyer, which can also slightly reduce our losses this time," Miles said with a smile as he reached out and patted the arm of his chair.

Ju An and Wang Fan laughed when they heard it, the matter of the lawsuit was naturally handed over to Wang Fan to do, no more, Wang Fan directly called a lawyer, and then followed some people to make a few phone calls, this lawsuit is not difficult at all, painting is such an idealistic thing, the main preference is in the judges, the judges like it, then you are good, if you don't like you, it is not good, what can be sued. (To be continued.) )