Nini's relationship is quite stable, which lasted for a week or two and there was no sign of breaking up, which made Ju An very disappointed from the heart, but Ju An didn't have time to wait for the time being, the competition held by the domestic gallery has been closed, and some of the shortlisted works have been screened, and a total of fifty-four young painters under the age of thirty have been selected. In the past few days, these painters will go to Jiangnan for the final selection, ranking and dividing the bonuses, of course, some big names in China will also come to Jiangnan to watch these juniors paint on the spot.

Following Miles, the two of them flew to Jiangnan on a plane, as for Mike and Wang Fan, they had already arrived first, Mike took a job when he was resting in New York, and some young artists who signed a contract with the gallery after the competition will have some of their paintings exhibited in the gallery in New York. Aren't you a contracted artist of the gallery and still expect the gallery to help you promote it? In Mike's words, it is called to let more people know the contracted painters of the gallery, in Wang Fan's words, it is packaging, and in Ju'an's words, it is hype.

When he got off the plane in Jiangnan, Zhao Qifeng came with a car and picked up Ju An and Miles to the hotel, and the five-star hotel in the entire city center was chartered by the gallery, where the judges lived, and the shortlisted young painters lived in a hotel close to the gallery, that is, the hotel where the district mayor's brother-in-law was uneasy last time, and the whole hotel has been chartered for two weeks.

When he arrived at the hotel where the big names stayed, Ju An looked up and saw a banner hanging in the atrium, welcoming the judges of Fanjing Gallery to stay in the hotel. Wang Fan and Mike were standing under the banner and chatting with one of the big-name judges in Jiangnan. Seeing Zhao Qifeng walking in with Ju An and Miles, he waved at the two.

followed the judges in Jiangnan to say hello. Zhao Qifeng took Ju An and the others upstairs. Dropped off the luggage. Ju An and Wang Fan began to visit the judges together, and then naturally they invited guests to dinner, an old routine.

Early the next morning, several shareholders of Ju'an rushed to the gallery in a bus with the judges. Now the gallery is no longer invisible when I first arrived, and the recruited employees are all wearing suits and skirts, which still looks a little bit.

I followed the big names into the exhibition hall, and more than 50 paintings only occupied a small corner. When the big names entered the exhibition hall, they began to talk about the paintings hanging on the walls.

Ju An couldn't interject when he followed behind, but Wang Fan followed behind, and he was able to chat with the experts with a little foundation, and Miles and Mike were also chatting while looking at the fine brushwork on the wall. Ju An had no choice but to look around alone.

The rules of the gallery's selection this time are that more than a dozen judges score separately, as long as one first prize is written, and ten second prizes can be written, and the rest come, as long as the painting is not ghostwritten, it is the third prize.

In the exhibition hall, there are not only judges, but also painters who participate in the competition. Ju An walked around and stopped in front of a painting. After looking at it for a while, a man came over to him: "What do you think of my painting?" ”。

Ju An turned his head to look at the man next to him, with a beard on his chin, a small braid on the back of his head, a black-framed glasses on his face, a torn T-shirt, and the pockets on his pants were almost ready to open a grocery store, and he didn't know whether the pants were brown or gray, and there was a big brown leather shoe on his foot.

"Where do I know if it's good or bad, it's just a blind look, at most I can see if it's like it," Ju An said with a smile.

The man nodded when he heard this: "I saw you coming in with them, and I thought you were studying art." After saying that, he continued to turn his head to look at his own painting on the wall.

Juan said to the artist, "How do you think you painted?" ”。

The man listened to Ju An's words and looked at Ju An with an idiot expression: "Needless to say, I painted the best here, if the first prize is not mine, then there must be a shady scene."

"Then congratulations, you can sign a contract with the gallery," Ju An said with a smile after listening to the artist's answer. It doesn't matter if you're confident or conceited, it's always a good thing to have faith.

The young artist shook his head at Juan and said, "I won't sign up for this gallery!" There are no successful examples of galleries that have just opened, and there is little experience in domestic operations."

"Do you have a contracted gallery?" Ju asked, looking at the man.

The young painter shook his head: "No, no one has discovered my talent before, but I believe that soon I will be able to sign a contract with a gallery, and after I am shortlisted, several galleries will talk to me about this, but the price is a little inappropriate, but now it is a bit eyebrow-raising, and it is estimated that the results will be available soon" said this man with a proud smile on his face.

Listening to this person's words, Ju An's heart became entangled, this stall is too big, the publicity is too good, but it has become Tang monk meat in the eyes of others, and they are ready to take a spoonful of meat in the buddy's bowl and eat it.

After a while, he turned back again, and just saw that the strange big man in the capital was looking at the painting of the young painter, and the young painter still talked to the big man and said a few words, and the big man listened to what he said, and turned his head to walk towards the painting next to him, and the young artist glanced at the big man and walked out of the exhibition hall slowly.

Ju An walked up to the big name and asked, "How was that person's painting just now?" ”。

"Except for the so-called artist's temper and no one in his eyes, the level of painting is average, nothing brilliant and no failure," the big name said with a glance at Ju An.

Ju An listened to it, and looked at the big man holding the award paper behind his back, and there was not a word on the award paper, and this weird-tempered old man had not chosen anyone.

There was nothing to do, Ju An went directly out of the exhibition hall and walked to the main desk, Xiao Qin is now wearing professional clothes, but he really looks like an urban white-collar worker, and according to Zhao Qifeng, he is now the director of the main station, and there are two more small soldiers under him, and the three little girls stood up from their seats when they saw Ju An coming over, and Ju An waved his hand to the two: "Find me a room upstairs, and I'll go in and rest for a while."

"The partition door upstairs is not locked, and there is no one on the north side," Xiao Qin said with a smile at Ju An.

Ju An nodded and walked upstairs, found a booth where no one was, Ju An sat on the chair, the difference was not very good, and now he was a little sleepy. Found a place to take a nap.

More than 50 paintings are not much, more than two hours later, the judges ranked in their hearts, Zhao Qifeng received these votes and began to count, the person with the most votes will get the first prize. By noon, the rankings were all out.

Ju An, who had taken a nap for a while, walked to Wang Fan's side and asked Wang Fan, "The award will be presented in the afternoon?" ”。

Wang Fan shook his head and said: "No, the award will be presented until tomorrow morning, and then the vice province in charge of culture will come over to issue the award, our publicity is good, the competition is very influential, of course, someone has to come over to shoot the news or something, in the afternoon, the main thing is to talk about signing contracts with these painters, Zhao Qifeng is ready."

Ju An nodded when he heard this, anyway, he didn't have to worry about this matter and let them toss.

Got something to do in the afternoon? Of course, the thing of Ju'an's several gallery owners is to continue to eat with these big names, fortunately, everyone is a cultural person, there is no wine on the wine table, and everyone is very casual, there is no commotion, eating with these people is called eating, Ju'an put a meatball in his mouth, and thought happily.

When it was almost five o'clock in the afternoon, Zhao Qifeng arrived at Ju'an's room, and after a while, Mike and Miles also arrived.

"The first prize is reluctant to sign with us, the second prize is only three willing to sign with our gallery, and the third prize is eight," Zhao Qifeng said with his head drooping.

"How is it only eleven?" Ju An asked, looking at the materials in his hand. Even if you want to jump

Zhao Qifeng said: "I don't know very well, many of them are reluctant to sign a contract with us, saying that our gallery has no good people, and they have little experience in operation."

Ju An closed the clip, told Mike a few people about what he encountered in the morning, and then said with a smile: "We are going to absorb young painters, who knows that people are also calculating us, winning an award here has both bonus and fame, and it is just when signing contracts with other galleries to make weights."

Wang Fan said with a smile: "Who is not a living thief now, you are only allowed to calculate others, and others are not allowed to calculate you, I think so many are good, there are eleven people in your hands." Then he reached out and patted Zhao Qifeng on the shoulder: "Lao Zhao did a good job."

Wang Fan looked at Ju An in a daze and joked with a smile: "What kind of bad idea are you thinking, I told you that it is not okay to change the ranking!" We said yes, but the old guys out there won't say yes."

"What about me doing this" Ju An listened to Wang Fan's words and said with a smile: "I thought we gave a lot of money, who knows if less than a quarter of the people who are eye-catching, when the domestic art market is so prosperous, or now this young artist is all from rich backgrounds."

"Eleven is eleven, now Mike is relaxed, he was going to go to the United States in two batches to do a few exhibitions, but he was stunned to save next spring" Wang Fan said with a smile: "Don't blame others, if you want to blame, blame Zhao Qifeng for planning too well, this whole people are small."

Mike shook his head slightly: "I can't save the spring ones, so let their new works go when the time comes." (To be continued.) )