Fang Yi heard a beep in his ears: "This year, the pigment company's dividends don't need to be shared!" ”。 Putting down the phone, Fang Yi mentioned it to his wife Zheng Yuan.

Zheng Yuan didn't take this matter as a matter for a while: "If you don't divide it, you won't divide it, and there is no shortage of money at home!" ”。 Zheng Yuan has no opinion on Fang Nan's control of the paint company, not to mention the supervision of accountants like Charlie, just say that Fang Nan's temperament will not play any tricks carefully.

Regarding the lack of dividends, Fang Yi just complained twice, his income has to be taken out, it is necessary to care about these dividends. For Fang Yi, the paint company originally planned to support his sister to do something, but now he doesn't want to pay for it anymore, which is quite satisfactory for Fang Yi.

Suddenly remembering something, Fang Yi looked at Zheng Yuan and asked with a depressed face: "What do you say is going on during this time, someone always gets something for me to see!" ”。

Zheng Yuan glanced at her husband and replied with a smile: "Where can I know this, if you want to ask, ask yourself!" ”。

Fang Yi touched his head and said to himself, "I didn't do anything too out of the ordinary!" How so! ”。 Today is my sister let me see the linen sent from China, and the day after tomorrow Altur asked himself to see what new works, in yesterday, the Italian pure Mediterranean curator also kindly invited himself to Italy, appreciate what collection of works. It's like it's all coming together.

Here, Fang Yi still wondered why so many people let themselves go to see things, waiting for Zhun Tu to go to Arturyo. Fang Yi had to be even more strange.

Fang Yi hadn't stepped on the horse's back yet, and the mobile phone in his pocket had already thought about it and sat on the horse's back. Fang Yi took out his mobile phone and saw that it was Zou Heming calling, urging Mr. Meek to make a small bag in the direction of Artur's farm, but Fang Yi himself picked up the phone.

After understanding what Zou Heming said, Fang Yi became even more strange: "What did you say? Bobil painted a piece of art, let me see it and comment by the way? ”。 Fang Yi couldn't believe his ears, the old thing drew a work and was ready to let himself evaluate it?

Instinctively, Fang Yi felt that this matter was a bit unreliable, and it was unlikely. It takes a lot of time for the old man to paint a painting now, and at his previous pace, it will be at least a month or two before he can complete the work of this year's October exhibition in Paris.

"He painted both of the works in the October exhibition?" Fang Yi first cared about Bobile's matter. Naturally, he asked Zou Heming on the other end.

Zou Heming said: "I don't know, he only said that he was going to spend five or six days painting a work, and he wanted to ask you to comment on it, and then he didn't need to call." Write to him! ”。

After saying these words. After a pause, Zou Heming asked tentatively at Fang Yi, "Do you think it's possible that this old thing has found a way to simplify the steps?" Now the speed of painting is much improved! ”。

After Fang Yi thought about it for a while, he sat on the back of the horse and began to shake his head again and again: "Impossible!" ”。

Fang Yi said this very surely, because whether it is his own light technique or Bobil's physical skills, it is a very complicated thing, and now what you say about simplifying the complex or something, it is simply nonsense, like burning a fish, starting with the scales, and then removing the internal organs. Next, it is served in the pot, and this whole set can make a fish with good taste. If you save a few processes, it will be delicious, and I am afraid that the guests will not have much appetite to eat it when it is served to the table.

"What if! How do you know that Bobil won't find an easier technique," Zou Heming asked again, a little unconfident. Zou Heming is very concerned about this matter, in case the old thing breaks through Fang Yi and doesn't do it, isn't this an invisible sue to others, the cash cow in his hand is one size smaller than the one planted in someone's house, this matter is unavoidable!

It's not easy for Fang Yi to explain anything to Zou Heming, but in his heart, Fang Yi doesn't believe that Bobile can simplify the technique, and he can complete one in three or four days at once.

The foundation of the post-classical main scripture technique is based on the modern re-understanding of light and color, for example, in the past, light was light, and later people knew that light was particles, and then they knew that light was not just particles or waves. The last postclassicism is, to put it bluntly, based on the development of science and a deeper understanding of nature. Where is this kind of thing that is too cunning, and if there are no steps, there must be some shortcomings in the picture.

"Are you going to see his paintings?" Zou Heming asked.

Fang Yi immediately said: "Of course it's good-looking!" Wait for him to finish drawing and you'll send it to me! ”。 Fang Yi doesn't believe in this evil, if the old thing can now shorten the post-classical technique to five or six days, let alone five or six days, just like the two works he is now placing on the easel, he is so big that he shrinks to fifty or sixty days, then even if he is in the universe, Fang Yijue's belief in Lao Bo has become the only truth in the entire universe.

After chatting with Zou Heming for a few more words, Fang Yi put down the phone and began to ponder this matter, Bobile spent such a short time painting a work, and he still wanted to let himself evaluate? It was so strange that Fang Yi had to think of an old saying in his heart: Abnormality is a demon!

But when it comes to demons, Bobby is already a demon, saying that he wants to get affirmation from himself? That's really, don't say that Bobile didn't expect it, but now Fang Yi, who is sitting on horseback, laughs a little when he thinks about it, where is the reputation of the old thing used for himself!

Since it's not this, why is that, and what is the painting on the painting that was sent? Five or six days, is it a very small canvas painting? Thinking of this, Fang Yi couldn't help but stretch out his hand and began to compare, from about eight carat paper to sixteen carat size, Fang Yi still couldn't believe that the old thing could complete a post-classical style work in five or six days, even if it was only half of sixteen, because the paint layer always had to dry thoroughly before you could go to the second layer, and the time to dry alone was not enough.

Sitting on the back of the horse, Yi Yi was entangled in his heart, when Mr. Meek changed from trotting to walking, and then turned around a little bit according to his habit and was ready to turn around and take his master back, Fang Yi turned back from his thoughts.

"Whoa!" Fang Yi stretched out his hand and patted Mr. Docile's neck, then took off the reins and said with a smile: "Don't go back, I'm going to go to Artur today!" You're a good comrade who loves your family, unlike something that has no heart or lungs! ”。

After complaining about the faceless and skinless red dates, Fang Yi felt that the evaluation of the red dates was too negative, and he didn't waste his own things, and went to eat elsewhere, which seemed to be a thing worth advocating from the perspective of saving money.

"Drive!" Fang Yi shook the reins, urging the docile gentleman to step down and galloped towards Artur's house.

When he arrived at the gate of the farm, he yelled and dismounted and pushed the door in. Removing the saddle or something, and looking up, it was Artur and Khima, and the boy that Fang Yi didn't like, Steven.

"Hey!" Fang Yi took his head off Mr. Wenli's head and hung it on the railing next to him, patted Mr. Wenli's horse on the face, said hello to his friends, and walked towards a few people.

"I just thought about it, and I was a little late!" Fang Yi was almost twenty minutes late, so he naturally wanted to explain to his friends: "Someone wants me to see a work!" ”。

The fact that someone asked Fang Yi to see the work is not a matter in the eyes of either Kahima or Artur, and everyone's concept of time is not like that of a 9-to-5 office worker.

"Hmmm! You're still early, Ruud is much closer than you, and he hasn't come yet! Kahima waved his hand at Fang Yi, even if it was in response to Fang Yi's hi.

Fang Yi followed the two into the studio, and as soon as he entered, he saw a lot of food on the table, including baked cookies, and burritos, which were very rich.

"Is this a tea party?" Fang Yi couldn't help but be happy when he saw this state, when he used to do this, everyone was still in Paris, at that time, one by one was not yet famous, squatting in the big barn converted house where Artur and Anders lived every night, eating and talking about linearist art.

Now, if nothing else, the snacks are much richer than before, and the food looks much better.

"Doesn't it remind you a little bit of when you were in Paris?" Khima watched Fang Yi sit down and picked up a burrito, put it in his mouth and took a bite, so he asked with a smile.

Fang Yi ate the burritos and nodded at Khima: "Well, this thing is really delicious!" ”。 This burrito is spicy, and there are several ingredients such as meat and onions, and of course it tastes good.

After eating a piece of burrito, Fang Yi clapped his hands and asked Kahima, "Say, what are you looking for today?" ”。

"Look at the paintings!" Kehima said to Fang Yi, "Didn't I mention it to you a long time ago!" Go to Artur to see the painting today! ”。

"Ahh Fang Yi glanced at the delicious dim sum on the small half table in front of him, and thought to himself: Look at the painting? Isn't it a bit too grand today? However, thinking that Bobil would have to spend a few days painting a work, and he had to make himself evaluate, it seemed that his friend was not abnormal at all, and he was immediately left behind by Fang Yi.

Since it's a painting, and people haven't come yet, let's wait!

Waiting is waiting, Fang Yi did not just sit idle, nor did he join in the chat of the three of Kahima, and began to deal with the burritos attentively, this time Fang Yi ate a little bit of chewing and swallowing slowly, and felt the pure and thick fragrance from the taste buds while eating.

When he waited for Rude to come, Fang Yi had already eaten three stomachs, and he was full. (To be continued......)