Fang Yi himself has also changed a little unconsciously, after Anders bought a mansion in Paris, of course he had to congratulate him as a friend. As a well-known artist, Anders's moving party scene is a bit high-grade, in addition to Fang Yi's four members of the same painting school, he also invited some friends from other industries, of course, these people have a good performance in their own industry.

There were not only some famous painters, architects, directors, actors, and of course, fashion designers in Paris, as the fashion capital. At the party, Yi met Gortier again, and the two discussed the color, and then Gortier, as a fashion designer, made some suggestions on Fang Yi's dress, and introduced some fabrics that fit Fang Yi's requirements according to Fang Yi's preferences.

Originally, Fang Yi thought that this matter was nonsense, clothes were not like that, it was better to be cool in summer and warm in winter. When I came back, I followed Gautier's suggestion and changed my underwear to the fabric that the fashion designer said, and it felt really different, at least the panties on my ass felt soft and soft, much more comfortable than what I used to wear. That's when I started to pay attention to the clothes I was wearing. In Fang Yi's words, these fashion designers still know something.

Money and fame are two things that affect the five people silently, and the five of them have changed a little bit.

A few people sat and chatted for a while, watching the sun outside the window when it was almost sinking. Together, they put together several pieces of canvas and fixed them on a large curtain that was simply stretched up with a wooden frame. I found two large trees and hung the whole work.

"It's all one, there is no sense of disobedience," Rude stood in front of the picture and watched it carefully for five or six minutes before opening his mouth to say to his friends around him.

"Yi! I take back what I said earlier, this work is quite standard," Khima said, then thought for a moment and patted Fang Yi on the shoulder: "Even so, you have to be prepared with your heart, those who mock you will not show mercy."

"They like to spit out, so let them spit up. I personally don't have any opinions": Fang Yi said without worry. If you want to be an artist, you have to bear the scolding when you start. Thought of this. Fang Yi couldn't help but think of the old thing of the garbage can, and now there are not many people who can open their mouths to scold this old man, and there is a work. Countless magazines and critics will post loud praises, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is the first person in the world of painting. Since Fang Yi dares to paint, he is not afraid of scolding, of course, it is better if everyone praises it, and he is not a masochist. I like others to scold myself without doing anything. Thought of this. Fang Yi felt that he still had to think more about how to toss the experience bar in his mind.

Zou Heming looked at the whole work and said to Fang Yi: "When I bring it to New York, I will start my plan."

"When does it start?" Artur asked casually, his eyes still fixed on the completed work.

"The whole process may take a little longer, about two or three months," Zou said.

Fang Yi listened and nodded: "I don't have any problems with time, it's okay to last a few months" Anyway, I am making up for it, as for the rest of the things, I will leave it to my own gallery, and in the next time, I will complete my works while enjoying life. As for the birth of this work, Zou Heming's method will not have much effect. Fang Yi himself was also prepared. Prepare for the worst and strive for the best. Of course, if you scold yourself too much, it's a big deal to close the door and not read these comments.

Everyone watched it together for more than half an hour, and the sky gradually darkened, and several people put down this masterpiece again, transported it into the house one by one, and then prepared the wooden box with confidence.

Zou Heming lived in the village for two days, and early in the morning of the third day, a large truck came to the village, and several of them carried huge wooden boxes containing the works into the car, and Zou Heming followed the car and ran with the painting to his gallery in New York, where the work would eventually be integrated into a whole. Waiting to face all kinds of comments, the good and the bad will be left to God to arrange.

After sending away this work, Fang Yi honestly squatted in his hut, painting for four or five hours a day, and the rest of the time walking around the village.

In the evening of this day, Fang Yizheng finished eating alone, thinking about going around along the stream next to the village, and just after he went out, he received a call from China. A Mo Sheng's number, and it's from Shicheng.

"Hey, this is Fang Yi, who are you?" Fang Yi waited for the phone to call, and immediately asked when he heard the man say a word of hey.

"Stinky boy, you can't even hear my voice," Zhang Chenglin said with a smile.

"It turned out to be Mr. Zhang, why did you remember to call me? No, I'm asking how you have a phone! As soon as Fang Yi heard that it was Mr. Zhang Chenglin, he began to joke: "Haven't you always lived by roaring?" ”。

Zhang Chenglin said happily twice: "I can't be fashionable for an old man who is half of my body into the ground, and the latest Nokia is more than 6,000, which is very expensive, right?" At this point, the old man's voice was a little proud.

More than 6,000 things are nothing to Fang Yi, but for a famous Chinese painting artist like Zhang Chenglin, and a painting is hundreds of thousands or millions larger, what kind of big deal can it be? It's just a matter of having fun together.

"You don't call me if you don't have anything to do, is it just to tell me that you are fashionable and use your mobile phone?" Fang Yi asked with a smile.

"Telling your my number is a big thing, and there are also small things, that is, someone asked me to ask, I want to collect a piece of your current work, and the price is according to the market price," Zhang Chenglin said.

Fang Yi thought for a while and said: "This year's works are really gone."

"It's almost two million dollars, and all the ones you haven't painted this year have been sold?" Zhang Chenglin was a little surprised when he heard this: "How many paintings do you paint in a year?" Sold so fast! ”。

"I'm going to prepare three of them this year."

"Three? This is a little too little, who only paints three works a year, don't live a good life in France, you kid relax yourself in the pursuit of art. I want to say something to you, art is a thing that does not advance, it retreats, and the industry is good at diligence and ridiculous at play," Zhang Chenglin opened his mouth and said.

Fang Yi didn't get angry when he heard this, because he knew in his heart that Zhang Chenglin was a kind elder, and he said this out of love for himself, listening to what the old man said, he closed his voice and said: "I know that there are fewer works created, and some exercises are still not put down, and now I am a little stuck."

"Well, that's to take the time to think about it a little more" Zhang Chenglin nodded when he heard this, even at Zhang Chenglin's age, he would encounter such a thing, and when he found himself lacking in a realm, he didn't know how to go to the next level, at this time, thinking and understanding were far more important than burying the desk. What I pursue is a flash of inspiration at that moment, or comprehension.

After finishing speaking, he remembered that Fang Yi had only painted three works this year, and he opened his mouth and said with a smile: "It's okay now, the price of your paintings is going to rise again."

"Leave the matter of painting prices to the market," Fang Yi smiled.

"By the way, when are you going to return home?".

"I don't know what to say, it's probably the New Year, right? What's the matter with you? ”。

"I don't have anything to do, but Liu Yuchan has something to do with this old thing, and he has been whispering in your teacher's ear that you should go back to China to give a lecture to the students, of course, it is best to come back with a few of your friends. He said that the air ticket, the hotel and the stone art are all inclusive. However, Liu Hongshuo, this old thing, has been proud and has not let go, saying that you are too young to teach any students" Zhang Chenglin told Fang Yi about this on the phone.

Fang Yi shook his head and laughed when he heard this, Teacher Liu Yuchan was not so urgent to invite Fang Yi back to the school to give a lecture, if it was very urgent, just call Fang Yi's phone directly. Do you still use this little thing to go around with your teacher Liu Hongshuo?

The current situation is probably that a few old men have nothing to do together, and they take this as a fun game. Hearing that the teacher and Teacher Liu Yuchan were living a good life, Fang Yi was also a lot happier in his heart.

"Alas" After Zhang Chenglin chatted with Fang Yi for a while, he sighed and said, "We old things can't play with you anymore." Now your work is priceless! Everyone wants to buy one of your works, but unfortunately some of you don't want to sell it at all. Some people's ideas are starting to go abroad, and it seems that when you hold an art exhibition now, the price will not be two million dollars."

"Then I still want to thank the domestic master?" Fang Yi opened his mouth and said.

After chatting with Zhang Chenglin for a word or two, Fang Yi hung up the phone. After thinking about the price of his painting for a while, he couldn't help but shake his head, Fang Yi thought that his sketch was expensive, and he couldn't understand the market in the domestic market. To be honest, Fang Yi didn't understand the domestic market.

couldn't figure out the matter, except for painting, Fang Yi didn't want to use his brain too much, and directly left this matter behind him and prepared to walk along the stream.

After walking for two steps, I heard a rumbling sound, and when I looked up, I saw a fiery red motorcycle driving towards the village not far away, and the rider on the car was also wearing a red leather coat.

Fang Yi stood on the side of the road curiously, ready to let the car pass, thinking to himself: Whose guest came in a road race car.

Fang Yi was stunned here, watching the motorcycle slow down and coming directly to his side, he couldn't help jumping to the ditch next to the trail, and was about to look at the rider angrily, waiting for the rider to take off his helmet, Fang Yi directly laughed and scolded: "Dress up like a movie, you are ready to change careers!" ”。 (To be continued......)