Chapter 232: Capital Determines Everything

More than 200 oil paintings, large and small, leaning on the wall, occupy the whole room around the room, and the fine works in the art palace are shining golden in Gao Hongsheng's eyes.

At the end of the nineteenth century and the beginning of the twentieth century, Paris was the art capital of the world, and it was an era when masters sprung up like mushrooms after a rain.

At that time, Paris gathered all the gods destined to be "ranked in the fairy class" in the history of art in the future, Cézanne, Manet, Renoir, Degas, Rodin, Van Gogh, etc., they were like stars embedded in the sky at night, but unfortunately the European sky was dark at that time, and countless chimneys with black smoke went straight into the clouds, spraying billowing smoke into the sky, and the stars were defeated by the haze that symbolized industrial civilization.

The propertied class shaped by the Industrial Revolution pursued the art of the 18th century, and only those works of art could add to their heritage, and the art of the 19th century could be called art? Landscapes, landscapes are for those who can't afford to paint figures, they need works like Raphael, they need works that are very much like Rubens, and fill their emptiness with these paintings that symbolize tradition.

But those maverick artists don't want to be slaves of Raphael, Rubens, Michelangelo, they want to innovate, they want to finish their works according to their own style, they want to finish their works with their own concepts.

As a result, these artists are out of touch with the market, and the propertied class shaped by the industrial revolution thinks that these artists are liars, and they paint some messy things and want to cheat money from themselves, and even they just splash some oil painting dyes on the canvas at will, and they want to cheat a lot of money from themselves, which is simply an insult to their own intelligence.

On the other hand, the artists also feel that these rich people are unbearable, they are all in the nineteenth century, and the world has entered the age of steam, but these rich people still want those "copies" of the sixteenth and seventeenth centuries, a group of turtles that can't keep up with the times.

In fact, this is the confrontation between realism and traditionalism, the propertied class shaped by the industrial revolution needs tradition to increase its heritage, and realism needs to make great strides forward to trample tradition under its feet.

But the market was in the hands of the propertied classes, and the maverick painters were destined to be abandoned by the market at that time, and there was the case of Van Gogh selling a work in his lifetime, Renoir's nude replacement painting was only two hundred francs, and Valard was bold enough to offer four hundred francs, and one collector said: "If I have four hundred francs to spare, I will definitely buy this painting so that I can throw it into the fireplace and burn it in your presence." ”

No one in the room except Gao Hongsheng can understand the value of these paintings, these paintings that have been hung high on the walls of museums and art galleries for people to admire in later generations are now really reclining on the wall so casually, if these works are seen by a person who has studied oil painting, he will definitely pick up the oil paintbrush in his hand and poke him to death.

But it doesn't matter, the prestige he has accumulated makes every decision he can strictly enforce, and although everyone is uneasy about his madness, they have not dared to question his decision, because there are too many secrets in him.

Gao Hongsheng's madness didn't last long, thinking about the famous sunflower that was bought by the British Empire in the name of the country and only gave more than a thousand pounds, two million pounds didn't scare people to death?

Thinking of this, he hurriedly kicked out all the irrelevant people out of the room, and after telling them not to talk nonsense, only Albert, Brooke and Lin Daiyu were left, and the four of them began to calm down and plan how to use the fastest speed and the best way to collect the paintings of those masters.

It wasn't until dawn that the four of them finished discussing things, yawned one by one and went back to their rooms to make up for an early nap, and started a new busy day.

The journey of the luxury tour group remains the same, and Gao Hongsheng needs them to continue to promote the wealth and arrogance of the Orient in the streets of Paris, as well as their discipline and good upbringing.

Under his conscious push, the influence had quietly begun, and the pages of more than a dozen newspapers had quietly replaced the articles slandering the Qing Dynasty with photos of Bo Caiyun, the wife of the former minister of the Four Kingdoms, who had visited the famous places of Paris, and the huge and somewhat excessive retinue she had brought with her.

But the discipline and obedience of the retinue made such an impression on the reporters that several newspapers ridiculed the laxity of their army, and Bo Caiyun's retinue should be called upon to teach them how to walk and stand.

Of course, what attracts the attention of Parisians is the purchasing power of this luxury tour group, when these ladies and gentlemen, dressed in decent and elegant manners, slowly flow into the store pù in a neat line, and after a while, large bags flow out of the shop, and throw the items they have just purchased in their hands on the waiting carriage ready to leave, the owner of the shop pù usually has a happy smile, stands under the porch and greets them with the most humble etiquette and hopes that they will come back to the shop again. There are also countless shop owners who look forward to their visit with envy.

There is nothing more pleasant than hosting a tour group that is not bad for money, and it is often rumored among the merchants that the tour group has bought up all the stock of a certain commodity, and even they do not spare a sample, or that the tailor shop has taken over the work of some of them, and now the tailor shop is looking for tailors all over the world to fulfill their orders, and all kinds of gossip is circulating in the market, which magnifies their spending power.

But it's not a lot, 50,000 francs a day is smashed out like flowing water, and today it has risen to 100,000 francs, Gao Hongsheng just wants to leave an impression that those people are not bad for money, and only in this way can he cover up his lack of funds.

Sales of medicines had just begun, and the high prices meant that people usually used his drugs only when they had to, but even then his cash flow had grown to more than £300,000.

But compared to the goods he wants to buy, it is too little, those arms that are about to be customized are like a mountain on his body, a Mauser is not worth much, but 10,000 is a lot of money, the value of arms is reflected in the quantity, and one or two advanced artillery guns do not reflect the value at all, which forces you to equip a certain number, and after the quantity comes up, the total amount will become a huge number.

A boss who is not bad for money is likely to suffer some small losses when ordering things, but he is more popular with those businessmen than a stingy boss, and at the same time, when negotiating with him, you will always unconsciously put yourself in a subordinate position, because he is richer than you, he doesn't care about money, he negotiates with you, or not, he has no loss, but you can't bear the unknown loss, because he is not bad money, once the negotiation is likely to mean high profits and huge sales, One qiē just because he has money.

This is the reason why Gao Hongsheng asked Bo Caiyun to lead luxury tour groups everywhere, that is, to leave an impression to those people in Europe that I am rich, the power of capital follows profit, and a rich person and a poor person can never be equal.

He deliberately threw money into it, just waiting for the fermentation of time, dignity is beaten, but dignity can also be smashed out with money, in the eyes of those greedy capitalists, dignity is just a butt paper to fool the people, every qiē is for capital.