"Where in the country are you from?" Fang Yi looked at the young man and asked, and after asking, he laughed, and added: "I forgot to ask what your name is."

"My name is Chen Dong!" The young man finished speaking to Fang Yi with his name, and then said another place. Fang Yi didn't know where Chen Dong came at all, and Fang Yi was not engaged in geography, how could so many small counties in China know about it.

Fang Yi said directly: "I'm sorry, I really don't know much about China's places" After speaking, he said self-deprecatingly: "In fact, I don't know many place names in China and abroad, except for some particularly famous cities, I really don't know the others, for example, if you ask Argentina, I don't know where it is!" ”。

Listening to Fang Yi's words, Chen Dong couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect Fang Yi to say this, and couldn't help but smile on his face: "My hometown is a small county, don't say you don't know, even in our province, there are many people who don't know where this is!" There aren't many people ...... in the small town either." As soon as he talked about his hometown, Chen Dong's words seemed to increase all of a sudden, and he followed Fang Yi to talk about his hometown for several minutes.

Fang Yi looked at Chen Dong's eyes, listened to Chen Dong's voice in his ears, and began to describe his hometown according to Chen Dong's words in his mind.

Usually at this time, Fang Yi can always feel the homesickness of the Chinese, as well as a kind of attachment and nostalgia for his hometown in his words, but in Chen Dong's words, what Fang Yi touched was not such a thing, it was still a kind of blandness, Chen Dong said to Fang Yi, a foreigner, his hometown in a peaceful tone, half good and half bad. It's not at all like ordinary people who only say good things to others and don't remember bad things.

This kid is special! Fang Yi couldn't help but make an evaluation of this young man in his heart. The current Fang Yi didn't expect his sentence to be very special, he was really right, Liu Dong in the future was very special, so special that he didn't expect it at all.

"By the way, can I ask you a question?" After listening to Chen Dong, Fang Yi asked a question.

"You say?".

Fang Yi didn't have any extra words. Ask directly, "If you don't mind, ask how tall you are?" ”。

Hearing Fang Yi ask this, the expression on Chen Dong's face couldn't help but be stunned, and then he opened his mouth and said, "One meter seventy-nine!" After speaking, he looked at Fang Yi with a look of curiosity.

As soon as he heard the suitability, Fang Yi explained to Chen Dong: "I need a model. Don't do it for a long time, as long as you find the time...... Are you interested? ”。 Fang Yi roughly talked about his affairs with Chen Dong, and then put forward his own requirements.

"Let me model for you?" Chen Dong pointed to his nose and asked at Fang Yi, and then looked incredulous.

"What's so strange about that?" Fang Yi couldn't help but ask.

"It's nothing strange, it's just that I'm not used to being a model for others, I only model for myself, I'm sorry, I can't agree to your request!" Chen Dong smiled at Fang Yi and said.

"That's a shame!" Fang Yi had to sigh and say when he heard this.

After thinking about it for a while, I didn't know what to say next, so I had to get up from the chair: "Then my business is done, let's talk about it here!" ”。

Chen Dong nodded at Fang Yi, watching Fang Yi turn around, and then turned his gaze to the cup in his hand.

Walked back to his desk. As soon as Fang Yi sat down here, he heard his son Fang Yu ask himself, "Dad, what did you say to him in the past?" Came back so soon! ”。

"Dad ate other people's closed doors, originally asked someone to be a model, but was rejected by others," Fang Yi reached out and touched his son's head and said with a smile.

Fang Yu listened to nothing. However, Wang Hanmo couldn't help but feel a little unbelievable when he heard it, and asked Fang Yi: "Teacher, did he learn painting?" ”。

The implication is that this person didn't learn to paint, if he didn't model for Fang Yi, how could he refuse? What a great opportunity to pull a relationship. Thinking of this, Wang Hanmo couldn't help but look at Chen Dong's direction, and had already given him a definition in his heart: that is a fool!

Fang Yi smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth when he heard this: "People don't want to have any way!" ”。 For this matter, Fang Yi didn't take it to heart, there are too many people who have a bit of temperament to learn art. The so-called same rice raises a hundred kinds of people, and there will be any kind of people in this world.

Then again, if you can show disdain for Dalí, wouldn't anyone show the same disdain for yourself? That's for sure, Fang Yi can cite a few examples of critics without even thinking about it.

According to the habit, Fang Yi stayed in the tavern for a while, and then left with Wang Hanmo and his son. Just like Fang Yi thought, he soon found a young man from China in the painter's village to be a model. Of course, this one's cousin Xiàn was just the opposite of Chen Dong, and as soon as Fang Yi walked over, his voice was a little trembling with excitement.

After explaining the time for him to come to the studio, Fang Yi prepared to return to his home.

"Dad, shall we go shopping?" Fang Yu didn't want to go back so soon. For this kid, this kind of fun is not every day, and it is much happier to go out and turn around than to stay at home on an acre and a third of land. Hearing that his father said that he wanted to go back, how could he agree, so he immediately shook his father's hand and begged.

Fang Yi didn't want to ruin his son's interest when he heard this, so he immediately nodded and took his son's hand and walked towards the small square of the painter's village.

The small square of the Painters' Village is surrounded by small shops selling works, some of which are owned by artists from the city, and some of whom sell the works of several painters on behalf of others. Of course, the objects of sale are not for the people in the village, most of the people in the village are artists, and the main objects of sales are tourists who come here.

The name of the whole small square is called the small square, but the scale is not small, although it is not a regular square circle, but the distance between the area and the small shops is not small, and unconsciously there is a bit of the taste of the Montmartre plateau of Paris.

"Daddy, look!" Fang Yi seemed to have seen something new, and shook Fang Yi's hand and pointed at the person who was more than ten meters away.

Fang Yi followed his son's finger and saw that it was he who met Liu Dong in the tavern, a young man who was holding a work in his hand and talking to the owner of a small shop.

The conversation between the two ended quickly, and the shopkeeper accepted the things in Liu Dong's hand, and then Liu Dong left.

Fang Yi was very interested in what Liu Dong handed over to the shopkeeper, so he pulled his son and took Wang Hanmo towards the shop.

Arrived at the small shop. As soon as Fang Yi looked up, he saw the things sent by Liu Dong, and after taking a look, he asked the shopkeeper, "Was this work painted by the young man himself just now?" ”。

"Mr. Fang, do you mean Liu?" The shopkeeper naturally knows Fang Yi, and it can be said that he does not have the reputation of Fang Yi Kehima. The painter's village would not be so famous now, as soon as he heard Fang Yi ask about the painting hanging on the wall, he immediately opened his mouth and said.

Seeing that Fang Yi nodded, the shopkeeper said, "Hmm! It's Liu's work, although his work doesn't sell very well! But fortunately, I have a good mouth, and I have sold a few ......." While talking, the shopkeeper complained with satisfaction.

Fang Yi smiled when he heard this, and then turned his gaze away from Liu Dong's works and looked at other things in the store.

To be honest, Liu Dong's painting is good, but it is not realism or classicism, but something sandwiched between post-Indianism and epilogism, although it is a bit of an idea. However, his absorption of the strengths of the two factions is obviously not particularly successful, and it can be regarded as a little bit of a small characteristic, but it is really not enough to say how good it is.

"Something like this deserves to be proud?" Fang Yi, who was concentrating on the painting, did not hear the words muttered softly by his apprentice Wang Hanmo next to him. Wang Hanmo was unhappy with Liu Dong, not only because Fang Yi was his teacher. And he has always been his idol, Liu Dong's behavior of course made the young Hanmo feel a little unhappy, when he saw Liu Dong's painting like this, the unhappiness in his heart was naturally magnified by three points.

As for the shopkeeper saying that he can't sell it, that he can't make any money, that's nonsense, and if he doesn't make money, he won't be able to take this work. And it's always collected.

As a businessman, the shopkeeper couldn't help but sigh in his heart when he saw Fang Yi take his eyes off Liu Dong's works: Fang didn't like the works!

The shopkeeper saw that Fang Yi had no intention of leaving, so he chatted with Fang Yi without saying a word.

"Old Lewis next to him bought a painting and spent $40,000, originally thinking of a big sum, who ......knows," the shopkeeper leaned on his shelf and told Fang Yi interesting things.

Fang Yi smiled when he heard this. After waiting to finish the painting, I turned around and went to the next one. When he turned to Lewis's shop that the shopkeeper said, Fang Yi couldn't help but feel a little strange as soon as he entered the store, because he had seen a work hanging in his store before, and it was the one he had helped Kerry see. That is, signed Steven? Willing? The work of Pallock.

As soon as he saw this thing, Fang Yi couldn't help but be happy, this thing really had a relationship with him, it was originally in the hands of Kerry's friend, Fang Yi was embarrassed to bid, but now in this gallery, Fang Yi has nothing to be embarrassed about. Although this author is not very famous, Fang Yi always feels a little bit like he has seen it somewhere.

Just like this, this thing that was spinning around turned back again, and Fang Yi felt that this thing was born to belong to him.

"Mr. Fang is interested in this work?" The shopkeeper, who was the Lewis who said it just now, couldn't help but ask when he saw Fang Yi looking at the painting in his shop.

"How much?" Fang Yi looked at the object, and instead of asking about the thing, he pointed to the work next to him and asked.

Sure enough, the shopkeeper stretched out a finger at Fang Yi, and said a little uncertainly: "One thousand dollars!" ”。

"Poof!" Fang Yi didn't suffocate himself, looked at Lewis and said, "Then you can keep it and sell it slowly, I'm not interested!" ”。

After speaking, he looked at the shopkeeper himself and said: "Do you think my money is blown by the wind, and you sell these things to others, which is a few tens of dollars, and the most expensive is only a hundred dollars, and it costs a thousand dollars to sell them to me?" ”。 Fang Yi knew that the so-called agents of these people were to collect paintings from artists in the village and sell them like this. Besides, what can be sold at what price can be put on display here?

Lewis didn't blush, he looked at Fang Yi directly and said with a smile: "The things you fancy must be more expensive than others, even if they are not expensive now, there will be times when they will be expensive in the future, right?" ”。

Fang Yi had to smile bitterly when he said this: "Then forget it, you better keep it and sell it to others!" ”。

Now where does Fang Yi dare to mention how much that painting is, let's wait until I go back and hand it over to Zou Heming to handle this matter. Don't look at the painting, the shopkeeper here immediately sharpened his knife as soon as he saw his face, and the reason for slaughtering himself was justified! Thinking of this, Fang Yi directly took Fang Yu and Wang Hanmo to go shopping here.

After playing in the painter's village for more than an hour, the three of them went back. As soon as he went back, Fang Yi told Zou Heming about this on the phone.

"Is it a big deal?" Zou Heming subconsciously heard this idea, thinking that Fang Yi was going to pick up the leak again.

Fang Yi said: "What a big deal! I just see that this person's things are well drawn, and I want to keep them and take a look at them when they are fine! It's okay to tell you that, but it's okay to tell others that I can say it! Today I asked for a painting by a young man in the village, and the shopkeeper immediately sat on the ground and gave me a tenfold increase. If it weren't for that, I would have bought it myself, and would I still need you? ”。 Fang Yi said angrily.

"Hahaha!" Zou Heming listened and said, "Are you guilty of your own sin?" ”。

"Help me get this done!" Fang Yi hung up the phone after saying a word, then sat down and thought for a moment that he really meant something like this now, and couldn't help patting his head and smiling bitterly.

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