Quiet atmosphere, gentle soft music.

Not crowded, even bustling with people. I don't know if it's because of the exhibition on the last day, compared to what Takeuchi Xiu imagined, the audience is smaller. In New York, it can only be regarded as a small-scale exhibition.

There are three floors on display, starting from the first floor.

Walking in the exhibition hall, Takeuchi quietly admired the dazzling array of paintings in the frame. Most of the paintings are abstract oil paintings, made by artists in their own country. Compared with those friends in the circle that I am familiar with, the style of Japanese artists is more delicate and graceful.

Quietly admiring the works of his peers, Takeuchi occasionally stopped behind the admirers who were appreciating the paintings to listen to their opinions. But he was a little disappointed that most of the people who came here to see the exhibition were laymen who came to have a good time, and the level of appreciation was really limited.

After reading the first floor, Takeuchi Shu moved to the second floor.

Compared to racing cars, everything here is static, and looking at the colorful paintings, it makes people feel indifferent.

On the second floor, there seem to be more paintings from Europe, which are no longer limited to the mainland.

Some of them are the works of painters who can be called Tokujo by Shuya Takeuchi, and they are suitable for collectible paintings.

On the second floor, Takeuchi noticed that the average age had risen significantly. Many of the viewers who stand in front of the paintings are gray-haired elderly people and middle-aged businessmen.

For creators like Shu Takeuchi, these are the collectors who have real purchasing power. Even if you don't understand the connotation of this painting, you know whether it has the potential and value of collecting.

Takeuchi didn't waste too much time on the second floor.

When I came to the third floor, I saw a lot of sparse exhibition galleries. Underneath each painting, there are almost all people watching and admiring it intently.

Walking to the painting closest to him, Takeuchi Shu found it strange.

It turns out that these three floors are the soul of the exhibition hall. Most of the most expensive paintings on display are those that have passed away and the paintings left behind during his lifetime have been sold to sky-high prices.

Like these people, he appreciates these rare paintings, at least worth the ticket price this time.

Takeuchi slowly admired it in the gallery, walked to the front of a painting, frowned slightly, and sighed a little strangely.

He approached the painting, a little stunned, even wanting to laugh.

Could it be that the organizer of the exhibition hall used this painting to make up for it because there were not enough famous paintings on the third floor?

From the level of painting to the logic of composition, there is no way to compare with the paintings of these already palace-level masters around them.

"Little brother, is this painting interesting?" When Takeuchi Xiu went to look at the painting with a smile on his face, a deep middle-aged man's voice came from behind him.

Takeuchi turned his head and saw a middle-aged man in a black suit, with a slight stubble and a light smile on his face. He stood behind him, his hands in his pockets, and looked at the painting in front of him with interest.

This man's clothes are not wrinkled, his shirt is unbuttoned at will, there is a faint smell of smoke on his body, and he speaks and behaves with the temperament of a successful businessman.

"It's funny." Wu Neixiu nodded slightly, looked at the strange middle-aged man, and said politely. Although it was a bit sudden to be accosted by someone I didn't know, looking at his appearance, he should also be a collector who likes paintings.

The middle-aged man looked at him with doubts: "Do you think it's strange that this painting doesn't indicate its author?" ”

"Not really." Takeuchi shook his head and explained with a wry smile: "I just think that this painting should be placed on the second floor more appropriately. ”

"Oh?" The middle-aged man smiled and nodded slowly: "Little brother, tell me your opinion." ”

"The creator of the painting is still alive, and he is a young man, and his level can only be said to be average, so let's enter the house." Takeuchi said with a smile.

The middle-aged man nodded knowingly and looked at Takeuchi Xiu: "How do you know?" ”

"Because this painting ......" Takeuchi Shu hesitated, with an embarrassed expression: "It's my work." So from the very beginning, he was surprised that even if his creative level was higher than the first floor, he would not be placed in this pile of dead people.

It should be on the second floor is the most reasonable, although he is very happy to see someone exalt himself, but people are self-aware.

Well?

The middle-aged man's face showed a hint of surprise, and he couldn't help but ask, "Are you Amos?" ”

"My English name." Takeuchi nodded, he used this name as a painter in the United States. Amos, the man who takes righteousness and has a long way to go.

The middle-aged man's eyes were complicated, and he wondered, "Shouldn't you be in the United States?" ”

To be able to say this at once is not an ordinary collector. Because of his fame, he is not exaggerated to the point that any Japanese person knows about it. He is just a little famous in the American oil painting circle, and he just eats with his mouth.

"I only recently returned home." Seeing that he was clear about these things, Wu Neixiu also revealed his doubts: "I haven't asked for advice yet, are you?" ”

The middle-aged man took out a business card from his jacket pocket and politely handed it to Takeuchi Xiu.

Takeuchi Shu took the business card and saw a series of names, one of which was very surprising. Actually the curator of this pavilion?

"My name is Shiraishisuke, the curator of this pavilion. He is also a lover of oil paintings. The middle-aged man introduced himself, then held out his hand.

It's a bit weird!

One is the creator of the painting, and the other is the curator of the exhibition hall.

Takeuchi Shu nodded: "Takeuchi Hide, English name Amos, is an oil painting creator. He shook hands with the curator named Shiraishi, and in front of this veteran collector, it was not appropriate to describe himself as a painter, so the creator considered himself.

"Heh, I didn't expect to meet the creator of this painting here, I was really surprised. But how did you end up here? Shiraishi asked.

Takeuchi shrugged his shoulders and smiled slightly: "Just hanging out, come here and have a look." But...... It's really fun to see my own paintings, hanging on this floor. ”

"I find this painting very interesting, and I appreciate your talent. As you can see, the theme of this unit is still missing a painting as a finish, so I used your work. I believe that in time, you will become a painter who will be recognized by the whole world. Shiraishi replied patiently.

Takeuchi Xiu smiled noncommittally: "Maybe." But it's well deserved. ”

"Amos, come with me to the lounge area? I invite you for a cup of coffee? Shiraishi invited warmly.

Takeuchi Shu glanced at the time, there was nothing urgent, he was a big idler, so he nodded and agreed. And he thinks that at least in Japan, there is such a person who knows himself, and it is fate.

Shiraishi leads the way, introducing the history of this exhibition hall.

The two of them came to the lounge area and sat down near the floor-to-ceiling windows. Shiraishi asked for two cups of coffee, and the two of them talked about a lot of things related to the painting. Including the inspiration for the creation of that painting, as well as Takeuchi Xiu's state of mind at that time.

It can be seen that this man named Shiraishi is really an expert in oil painting.

He also made a comment on Wu Neixiu's statement, and everything was reasonable.

Just when the two of them were talking happily and had already drunk their second cup of coffee, the mobile phone in Shiraishi's pocket rang.

He nodded apologetically to Takeuchi Hide, then took out his phone with a ringing tone. Takeuchi Xiu's eyes were very good, and he saw the car keychain that leaked out when Shiraishi took out his mobile phone.

Mercedes logo.

As the curator of the largest exhibition hall in Gunma Prefecture, it is not surprising that he can drive a Mercedes.

didn't deliberately listen to people's phone calls, Takeuchi Xiu drank coffee by himself.

When Shiraishi hung up the phone, Takeuchi Hide, seeing him, said embarrassedly, "Amos, where did you just go?" ”

"If you have something, you can get busy first."

"No, my friend is coming to see me." Shiraishi laughed.

Takeuchi was stunned for a moment, and then said, "Then let's make an appointment another day, and we have time to make an appointment." ”

"Okay." Shiraishi nodded, and then said, "There is my phone number on the business card, you can contact me at any time." By the way, leave me a copy of your phone number. ”

"Hmm." Takeuchi Shu nodded and gave him his phone number in Japan.

When Bai Shi was saving his phone number, suddenly a pair of hands suddenly hugged the man's waist.

Takeuchi was stunned, and what he saw was behind Shiraishi, a young and beautiful short-haired girl who was still wearing a school uniform.

This little girl is probably less than twenty years old, and she is quite beautiful. She hugged Bai Shi with her slender arms, Bai Shi's expression was indifferent, knowing who was holding her, and said, "There are still my friends here, don't make trouble." ”

"Oh." The little girl let go of her hand, only to notice that there was a smiling Takeuchi Shu sitting opposite.

It's no surprise that Takeuchi Hidemi is an adult who has stepped into society. There is nothing surprising about this kind of thing.

In their circle, dozens of years old bones can find little girls with a big age difference. Shiraishi is only in his forties, honest and middle-aged, and has no problem liking high school students. Art is inspired by life, provided you have to have money.

But in the next second, Takeuchi almost jumped.

"To introduce, this is my friend, a painter who has returned from the United States, named Amos...... Shu Takeuchi. Bai Shi took the hand of this female high school student, and he didn't feel embarrassed in front of outsiders.

The female high school student smiled sweetly, with an inexplicable relaxed smile: "Hello, my name is Natsuki Motegi!" ”

When Takeuchi Shu was still smiling and ready to say hello, the moment he heard the name.

A smile froze on his face, and he looked at this beautiful girl in surprise.