"You drew this?"

Old Man Gu thought for a moment and asked a question that he thought was stupid when he said it.

But he couldn't understand how a young man could have such good painting skills.

It's not explained by leaps and bounds, it's just an epiphany, it's a fucking ascension.

If he hadn't seen it outside the window with his own eyes, this was his grandson's painting one by one, he would have thought it was the handiwork of a master artist.

"Your school has a new art professor?"

There are very few local ordinary schools in Myanmar that offer special art classes, and like most Oriental families, the Gu family has never been stingy in education.

Gu Weijing attended an art class at a well-known private international high school in Myanmar, and of course its tuition fees are as famous as the quality of his education.

If the school can invite some experienced old professors to pay close attention to the basic skills, it will also be ......

"It's hard, too."

Old Man Gu looked at the colored pencil painting in front of him and judged.

It's not a matter of changing teachers.

He is also a little famous in Myanmar, and to tell the truth, he feels that he was at the peak of his painting skills twenty years ago, and it is almost meaningful, after all, as a professional painter, no one just practices basic skills every day and does nothing else.

And as he gets older, his hands are not as stable as they used to be.

"No, it's in very good shape just now, let me do it again, I'm sure I won't be able to paint something like this." Gu Weijing answered honestly.

"It's already good."

The old man nodded, obviously wanting to pretend to be more serious and not let his grandson be too proud, but the corners of his mouth were still slightly suppressed and couldn't help but purse upward.

"Even if a blind cat meets a dead mouse, it is the accumulation of practice makes perfect. I'm at your age...... Overall, it's still a little worse than this level of pen movement. ”

This made the old man Gu Tongxiang himself blush.

It's really old, he thought to himself.

Old Man Gu found a frame of suitable size, asked Gu Weijing to sign his name and date on the white edge, and simply fixed the small colored pencil drawing in the frame.

"Why do you want to take the frame?"

Gu Weijing is a little strange, sketches and colored pencil drawings are different from oil paintings, unless they are very precious works, they are rarely framed.

If you pay attention to it, most of them just spray some fixing liquid and receive the painting bucket.

It is not uncommon for works like this to be destroyed and thrown away.

He heard that in the 80s of the last century, some people even made a lot of money by turning over the trash cans of the master's house.

Of course, this is all the old calendar, and now professional studios have a very mature process, and shredders are often used when dealing with waste manuscripts to prevent the accidental flow of their own artists' works.

"I wanted to educate you again, but after looking at your painting, I don't think there's anything I need to say anymore."

"Grandpa, you're mistaken, it's not my daily level." Gu Weijing is not so thick-skinned.

"It's okay, you're only seventeen years old, and you still have a long career ahead of you. If you can draw the first one, you can draw the second, and one day, this will become your normal level. ”

Mr. Gu chose a suitable spot and hung the frame next to an impressionist oil painting purchased from a New York artist who had participated in an art exhibition, and wrote it on a note next to the frame with a pen.

[Category: Colored pencil drawing (11×15 inches)]

[Artist: Gu Weijing (initials G· W）】

[Price:500$(MMK:1,061,500)】

"$500?"

Gu Weijing looked at the list price.

MMK is the international code of the Myanmar currency, more than one million kyats plus the fluctuation of the daily exchange of the Myanmar currency, almost five hundred dollars, he is a little helpless: "Grandpa, no tourist will draw 500 dollars to buy a pencil drawing of mine." ”

Many people don't understand the operation model of a calligraphy and painting shop or gallery.

There are several types of galleries, like Galerie Perrotin, Lisson Gallery, Gagosian Gallery...... This kind of giant galleries, they can be said to be at the helm of the entire art market.

Take the Gagosian Gallery, for example, which is currently the most famous, founded by the famous art czar Rally Gagosian, a madman who opened an art gallery in the red light district.

Some loved him, and some hated him. His galleries are in London, Rome, Paris, Tokyo and Hong Kong...... There are more than a dozen galleries around the world called Gagosian Gallery, all of which have their own contracted artists, and the annual turnover is measured in billions of dollars.

These galleries are the world's largest promoters of art, and the art press says they have the magic of turning a stone into gold, and whether a painting is worth a million or ten million is up to these galleries.

All that's left are thousands of small, unknown galleries around the world, which are like small art museums in the community, open to the public for free.

In many countries in Europe and the United States, people have the habit of visiting galleries, and some very small private galleries are constantly crowded with people every day. Like parks, cafes and cinemas, galleries are places where people take a break every day, where old people come for walks and young people come here for their first dates...... If they see a piece they like, they will be willing to pay something that seems expensive.

Yangon is a city with a very, very large number of foreigners, and this history can be traced back hundreds of years. Even the famous writers Orwell or Maugham were jokingly referred to as half-Burmese.

Every day, the Yangon River is filled with luxury cruise ships full of foreign tourists, some of whom have made Myanmar a holiday destination for generations.

Most of the daily income of Gu's calligraphy and painting shop is also provided by these foreign tourists. People in developed countries prefer to go to galleries, but in fact, it is not necessarily a problem of art cells.

The underlying reason is actually cheesy, because they are generally wealthier.

"Crazy? A hand-painted oil painting in the gallery that has been painted by an artist for two months can sell for $3,000, and similar prints online cost only $30, plus $5 and an extra frame! This is the normal psychology of people.

Your parents are going to starve to death at home, and you still take your meager salary every month to buy high-priced oil paintings, this is not called elegance, this is called stupidity [beep-].

Gu Weijing has heard of a law in the opera industry - "A city's per capita GDP reaches 10,000 US dollars, which is the beginning of the rise of the opera industry." ”

Britain in the 19th century, the United States in the 20th century, RB in the 80s, and the major cities of the mainland 2,000 years later, opera began to bloom.

In fact, most of the art-related markets follow the same rules.

Finally, there are a large number of miniature galleries, which are real big waves, and before graduating from the Academy of Fine Arts, two or three people dare to call themselves art galleries when they rent a room, and most of them break up in a few months. But there are exceptions, and Gagosian started his business selling posters on the balcony for 75 cents.

Is this picture worth $500? Of course it's worth it, and of course it's not worth it.

Whether a painting can be sold for a high price depends on the level of the painting itself, and the other seven depends on the recognition of the market.

If this painting was painted by Adolf Menzel himself, the 5,000 dollars belong to the cabbage price charity, and those who are willing to snap up this painting can go from here to the middle of the Yangon River, because the old gentleman is more famous and the auction market is colder.

But the same painting, with Gu Weijing's name, is not worth the money. At least now it's definitely not worth the money, far from it.

"No, the painting has already been bought."

Gu Tongxiang shook his head, he took out a small blue dot label from the table on the side and pasted it on the logo of this work.

This is the sign of "Sold".

There are also a few blue-labelled works in the shop, which have already been paid by buyers and will be sent to their respective scheduled buyers after their respective exhibition periods are over.

Gu Wei watched as his grandfather took out an envelope from the small safe where valuables and paintings were stored on the side, took out five brand-new Franklin sheets from it, and patted his forehead amusedly.

"There's no need to sell yourself and boast, and it's so formal. However, grandpa, you are generous this time, five hundred dollars, and I didn't have so much pocket money in the past few years. ”

Gu Weijing smiled and wanted to take the money, but was slapped off by the old man.

"Young man, this is the first work you have sold, and this attitude is not qualified."

Old man Gu Tongxiang had a serious face, and there was no smile on his face.