This person who didn't say a word was Lao Yu, who was squatting at home in Suzhou and surfing the Internet, that is, the one who had repainted Fang Yi's triptych of wood plate oil paintings. This person has painted and changed according to Fang Yi's original work, of course, he is very impressed! If you don't think about it deeply, you can't do it! At that time, when the original work was depicted, Fang Yi's paintings were placed in front of him, and some places were still painted facts! Because the kung fu in his hands was too far behind Fang Yi at that time! At that time, while painting, I thought that Sun Chengfu didn't understand art at all!

Although he realized the power of Fang Yi's technique, Lao Yu didn't take it to heart. I paint oil paintings in China! Everyone understands what status it is in the world, even if Fang Yi can make a name for himself in the world, it is conservatively estimated that he will be in his forties, and even if Fang Yi is famous by then, maybe he will be in the soil.

Now that the facts are in front of you, Fang Yi became famous at the age of twenty-three, made a big splash at the Venice Biennale, and the foreign devil also admitted that he and his friends had founded a new school of painting? This guy is amazing! One of the founding masters of a painting school, when his works are brought to China, with the name recognized by foreign devils, he can make some domestic rich people pay for it!

Lao Yu, who has been in the domestic painting world for decades, is not like a young man in the altar, what a painting is exchanged for a house. If the old man has one in his hand now, he must definitely hold it with peace of mind and wait for the action of the domestic auction house!

"Are you talking about Fang Yi the one from Shicheng Art Academy? Liu Hongshuo's student? Lao Yu stretched out his two-finger Zen typing method and spent a minute and a half typing out a line of words on the keyboard.

"Of course it's that! Who else could there be? Immediately, a line popped up.

Lao Yu saw the most beautiful words in this line, and finally confirmed what they said. It is the Fang Yi who knows the Tao by himself. Looking at the keys on the keyboard, Lao Yu typed for a few minutes before he typed a paragraph: That classmate, tell your friend not to rush to sell Yi's paintings. The first one to sell is the touchstone, wait and see! The house doesn't run! Don't look at the rapid rise in housing prices, there will definitely not be a fast rise in his works, let your friends save it first.

Lao Yu, who was squatting in the jar, really said a sincere word this time. In terms of experience and understanding of the domestic market, Lao Yu is not comparable to these hairy young men. Even if you want to sell, you have to wait for the domestic collectors, and the big tyrants fully understand Fang Yi! Now there are many high rollers who are poor and have money left, and they still don't know who Lu Dao Fang Yi is, how can they dig their pockets. Show yourself how heroic you are spending a lot of money!

"Old man, why don't you sleep yet!" The wife said to Lao Yu Cui.

"Coming soon!" Lao Yu listened to his wife's words and withdrew from the altar. Then he turned off his computer.

After washing, Lao Yu lay on the bed and looked at the roof with his eyes open, thinking about how to get the triptych! And began to estimate the price of Fang Yi's works.

Early the next morning, Lao Yu began to call. Then ask people around. How many works have been circulated by Fang Yi in China.

In Shicheng Fangyi's alma mater high school, Mr. Sun is continuing to exert his spare heat in the art classroom, teaching art classes!

"If you want to be admitted to other schools, whether it is CAFA or Hangmei, Wang Qiluo's style is more ingenious! If you just want to stay in Stone City and go to Stone City Art Academy, then don't learn anything else, just learn Fang Yi's style! In stone art, Fang Yi's style is particularly liked by the teachers who have graded the papers! Teacher Sun pointed to the fan paintings around the wall and said.

After several years of college entrance examination test. Although I went to an ordinary first-class and second-class college, there was no big increase in the number of candidates in several classes of the school. However, the admission ratio of art classes has increased significantly, eight or nine people in the art class were admitted to domestic art colleges last year, and now for ordinary art students, this high school also has a certain attraction, just like a dozen people in the current class, and the level is much better than Zhu Zheng's class!

Mr. Sun began to analyze Fang Yi and Wang Qiluo's style in detail for more than a dozen Ying Jiesheng students, first from the use of lines, and then from the matching of colors! After talking about things for four or five years in a row, Mr. Sun talked about it like a river and talked endlessly!

At this time, the door of the classroom was pushed open, and a young girl in a long skirt in her twenties stood at the door: "Teacher Sun! Someone is calling you! Say it's your former student, Wang Qiluo! ”。

"Wang Qiluo!" Teacher Sun glanced at the young girl, looked at the people and nodded, and said, "Then Teacher Qin, you can help me talk to the students, and I'll answer the phone!" ”。

After saying that, the old man went out the door and walked towards the office.

Now the office of the art class is not what it used to be, it is really an office, like the rest of the school's office, two tables are placed face to face, and they are divided into two groups! Sitting at the desk at the entrance door was one of the two newly recruited art teachers of the school, a young man named Xu Bing, who had just graduated from the Fine Arts Department of Normal University like Xiao Qin just now.

"Wang Qiluo?" Teacher Sun picked up the phone that he put aside, opened his mouth and asked, "How are you doing in the capital now?" When you have time to go back to Stone City, come over and teach your juniors and disciples about their experience! ”。

Wang Qiluo smiled and joked to Teacher Sun: "Do you still need me to come back?" Let Fang Yi take the time to come back, that's the right thing! ”。

"What's wrong with Fang Yi? Did this kid get mixed up? ”。

"It's not just a mix-up, it's going to be a sect master right away!" Wang Qiluo said at the other end: "Now I am staying at the Venice Biennale and laughing proudly!" ”。

"What is the Venice Biennale? Why did Fang Yi run there? Teacher Sun asked puzzled. This can't be blamed on Mr. Sun's narrow knowledge, after all, he is only a teacher in a high school art class, and he is a little unaccustomed to surfing the Internet when he is older, and the news in China is still a bit closed now!

Wang Qiluo said: "Not only the Venice Biennale, but also the authoritative British art magazine "Art Review" also agreed to Fang Yi's style! Now Fang Yi is soaring into the sky! ”。

"Art Review?".

Xu Bing, who was burying himself in his own affairs next to him, heard these two names, and immediately remembered the name Fang Yi that he heard on the Internet now! At this association, I couldn't help but open my mouth and ask Teacher Sun: "Could it be that the Fang Yi who is being discussed on the Internet now is the one who graduated from our school?" ”。

Xu Bing heard about it on the Internet. However, there are really not many people who know which school Fang Yi graduated from, not to mention that there are still people who are confused and talk nonsense! Some people don't say put a graduation from secondary school. is that Fang Yi's hometown has changed, and almost every province has produced a painter named Fang Yi.

Teacher Sun waved his hand at Xu Bing, and listened to Wang Qiluo's seven or eight minutes to finish, then put down the phone and asked Teacher Xu Bing: "What magazines of the Venice Biennale and the British are so powerful?" ”。

"Is it really the one who painted the fan painting we hung on the wall?" Xu Bing opened his mouth again and asked. Seeing that Teacher Sun nodded, Xu Bing opened his mouth and said, "It's really amazing!" Now it's crazy on the Internet! I also saw it, but I didn't think it was this Fang Yi! ”。

"Why is this kid making such a big commotion outside all of a sudden? A Grandmaster? How old is this? Speaking of this, he lowered his head and calculated: "Twenty-three-year-old Sect Master, this can't be a joke, right?" ”。

Speaking of this, he continued to look at Xu Bing and asked, "Is there a spectrum of things on the Internet?" Why do I sound so suspenseful? ”。

"The Wang Qiluo who called is that Wang Qiluo, right? I'm not familiar with him, you know him. Do you think his words are reliable? Xu Bing asked.

Teacher Sun nodded: "Qiluo, this kid shouldn't call all the way to make fun of me, an old man!" ”。

"Then I'm helping you ask!" After Xu Bing finished speaking, he started to call, and now Xu Bing dialed a friend he knew who was studying in Shiyi, if the news was confirmed. Shi Yi should know the way.

Teacher Sun got the news from Xu Bing. For the sake of insurance, I thought about it for a while, sat back on my desk, opened the drawer, opened the small notebook, and dialed Zhu Zheng's phone.

"Teacher Sun! Have fun! You have enlightened a world-class artist! ”。

Zhu Zheng quipped his teacher on the other end of the phone and said, "That's right! Those Fang Yi's fan paintings in the school, all the works left by Fang Yi, you can take a good look at them. More than a dozen pairs of works add up to millions now, to say the least! Maybe it won't take two or three months to turn over, because there are not many of Fang Yi's works in the domestic market. In addition to the school, these are the ones in Fang Yi's studio where I now live. You ask the school to buy a large safe, which can be watched by people during the day and locked up at night, and find a special person to watch it! Now the Fang Yi college entrance examination papers that Shiyi used to hang on the wall for people to look at casually have been taken down with white gloves! ”。

Zhu Zheng's words made Mr. Sun feel relieved, and after chatting for a while, Mr. Sun hung up the phone, sat on the desk and digested it, and asked his young colleague: "How many paintings do we hang on the wall are worth millions?" ”。

"How many paintings has Fang Yi sold in China?" Xu Bing asked.

"The real ones are only two or three!" This is the exact news that Mr. Sun inquired about from Zhu Zheng.

Xu Bing opened his mouth and said: "That's almost, to say the least, it's also this number!" ”。

"But why do I sound so suspenseful, at what show is famous, and it is affirmed by a magazine that it is like this?" Mr. Sun still didn't understand it.

Xu Bing said; "It's really red! You don't know what to do, but now the so-called top kings in our country, three or four million of a work, are all on this exhibition to attract attention. At that time, there was no such effect as Fang Yi! Fang Yi doesn't seem to be doing well in China, so he only sold three paintings."

"Zhu Zheng said that he doesn't mind how many paintings he sells, his first painting in his twenties is more than 200,000 yuan, which is not easy to sell, and this child's family is not short of money!"

"Yes! Now that I don't have a little money at home, where can I still play art! I can't afford to go to cram school alone! Xu Bing sighed and said.

Teacher Sun stood up from his desk: "I'll go talk to the principal about this!" Before leaving the office door, the old man muttered: "I don't know what the "Morning Post" and "Evening News" are for!" There is no report, if Wang Qiluo doesn't call, I don't know what to do! ”。

The old man complained a little about the newspaper he often reads, but he didn't know that as a local tabloid in Stone City, where did any international sources pay attention to the Venice Biennale? Even the main news is shared from other newspapers!

When I arrived at the principal's office, I talked to the new principal about it.

This principal is not the one who was bent on the general college entrance examination promotion rate before, the current one has just been in office for three years, and he wants to make some achievements, and this part of art is regarded as a breakthrough by this one: the admission rate of ordinary colleges and universities can't get others, so the sword goes sideways and plays the art that others don't want to play! It's also a grade, isn't it?

After listening to Mr. Sun's report, the principal found someone to confirm it, and then said, "Hang up the banner first!" (To be continued......)