There are many more examples of the same in the album.

They are all famous Western realist oil paintings, which are abstracted into several squares.

"When you look at these simplified patterns, can you feel the same emotions as the original painting?" Fu Sishi looked at Zhang Yang and asked.

"There's a hint." Zhang Yang touched his cheeks and replied.

Actually, not at all.

Fu Sishi said that these squares can convey to those who appreciate the paintings, a sense of joy, nobility, and holiness.

Same as the original.

But Zhang Yang couldn't feel it at all.

"Is it just a trace? Let's change it? ”

"What about this one?" Fu Sishi asked again.

"I feel it." Chu Ziqiang replied that he was making a sample for Zhang Yang.

"What about you?"

"I feel it too." Zhang Yang's expression was more serious than Chu Ziqiang's.

He was afraid that if he didn't, he would not be able to hold back his laughter.

Xiao Chu just now obviously looked at Fu Sishi's side face, busy looking at people, and didn't look at the painting at all.

As a result, Sister Fu asked if he felt emotional, and he answered in seconds.

Zhang Yang felt that Xiao Chu was more abstract than the colorful squares in front of him.

"Good." Fu Sishi nodded with satisfaction, "This shows that you are all people who have the talent to appreciate Western art." ”

"It can be completed very smoothly, from the aesthetics of the plot of the picture to the upgrading of the emotional aesthetics of the picture."

In fact, abstraction is like this, using color to express emotions, not sticking to the lines of reality. The key to appreciating this kind of art is whether you can feel the emotions of the author. ”

"Then I can't understand that if I can't feel the emotion of an abstract painting, it's because the artist's level is not enough." Chu Ziqiang asked.

"That's right." Fu Sishi slapped her face happily and gave him a thumbs up, "That's how the general public judges. ”

"But we do the art trade, mainly because of the fame of the writer."

"Is that so? It's been a long time, Sister Fu, what painters do you have here? ”

"Kandinsky, Mondrian, Malevich, Kupka, Delaunay, or Miró?" Chu Ziqiang asked like a few treasures.

Looking at the heated discussion between the two in front of him, Zhang Yang shouted in his heart:

Chu Ziqiang you cheat!

What I said just now, as soon as I heard it, I prepared in advance, Xiao Chu memorized the eight members of the Tang and Song dynasties, and they all had to get stuck, how could they recite the names of so many foreign painters on the spot?

But this is a good thing for Zhang Yang, he finally doesn't have to appreciate those complicated color lines.

In fact, abstraction is also found in traditional Chinese culture.

That's calligraphy.

Wild grass is like an abstracted regular script.

There is also a certain threshold for appreciating wild grass, and most people really can't understand what is written in cursive, which is similar to abstract painting.

Zhang Yang closed the album and quietly listened to Chu Ziqiang and Fu Sishi exchange their understanding of Western art.

But soon, Xiao Chu gave people a feeling that he was about to be exposed.

Seeing that his brother "Pickle Girl" was going to fail, as a conscientious wingman, Zhang Yang hurriedly spoke:

"Sister Fu, then again, where are all your artworks? Can you let me see what I can see? ”

"To be honest, I've been in the antiques market for some years, but I haven't had much contact with modern Western paintings and statues."

"It's all in the gallery, and the home environment is not good, so I can't put it down."

"That's a shame." Zhang Yang said with a regretful face.

"It's okay, I'll take you over early tomorrow morning." Fu Sishi rarely met two confidants, and the word happy was almost written on her face.

Of course, Chu Ziqiang had no opinion, and agreed: "Then let's get up early tomorrow and go to Sister Fu's gallery to have a look." ”

"Okay, let's go, I'll show you the room, and you can rest early."

……

When he arrived at the room, Zhang Yang had just locked the door when the phone rang.

It's still a video call from Xiao Chu, to communicate with Zhang Yang about tomorrow's daytime.

"Why don't I find an excuse to slip away during the day tomorrow?" Zhang Yang proposed.

"To be honest, I really can't interject when you talk about Western art or something."

"Don't, don't."

Chu Ziqiang on the other end of the phone refused repeatedly.

"Brother Yang, you wait a minute."

"What are you going to do?"

Zhang Yang looked at the video and asked.

Chu Ziqiang didn't reply, and first fixed the mobile phone at the head of the bed.

then retreated to the center of the bed and kowtowed three times directly to the camera.

In order to thank Zhang Yang, he directly gave a big salute.

"As for it?" Zhang Yang asked, "You're not afraid of hurting your arm again?" ”

"As for, very much." Chu Ziqiang swallowed his saliva, I don't know if he was excited, or if he kowtowed too hard just now, and his face was flushed.

"Brother Yang, you don't know, it's been a long time since I've talked to Sister Fu for so long. The last time I chatted with her for more than five sentences, it was when my second uncle fell, and she called me to ask about the situation. ”

"So long?"

Zhang Yang thought about it for a while, Chu Zhenmin was injured, and it would be two months before now.

No wonder Chu Ziqiang was so excited, he even kowtowed.

"yes, so tomorrow, you have to be there. I think Sister Fu has a good impression of you, and with you as a lubricant, we won't be embarrassed. ”

Lubricants? Zhang Yang's face has black lines.

Co-authoring himself is such a role, it's not even a wingman.

"Okay, let's go to bed first, and we'll go over tomorrow."

"Brother Yang, go to sleep first, I'll memorize the knowledge of Western art again, and I can use it tomorrow."

"Bull Ratio." Zhang Yang gave Chu Ziqiang a thumbs up convincingly.

The next morning, Fu Sishi took Zhang Yang and the others to her gallery in the Chongwenmen business district.

Her business is very big, renting a half-story office building, and as soon as she gets on the elevator, she can see several large characters of "Shuhong International Gallery" in golden relief.

There are also translations in English, French, German, and Spanish.

Full of international style.

In stark contrast to such a good sign, the gallery itself is in decay.

Decay does not mean that the decoration is rotten or that there is serious dust accumulation, but that there are no employees and no customers.

Floor-to-ceiling curtains cover the room, making it look lifeless.

"In the past two years, the international art trade has been a bit difficult, and I usually bring guests over when I come here. Other times, no one came in except for the cleaning aunt. Fu Sishi opened the door and explained to Zhang Yang and the others.

"Haven't you considered going abroad or sending photos to Xiangjiang?" Zhang Yang asked curiously.

In China, it is a bit difficult to sell the works of Western artists at a high price.

Unless it's a world-renowned painter like Picasso, Van Gogh, and Monet.

But it is a pity that Picasso is a cubist, Van Gogh and Monet are impressionists, and Fu Sishi prefers abstract artworks and basically bids farewell to the domestic market.

To be honest, hearing Chu Ziqiang say that her gallery had been making money in the past few years, Zhang Yang felt incredible.

"Of course, there are auctions, but in fact, my gallery can survive only by selling the works of our domestic abstract painters in overseas markets."

"The works of our domestic painters?"

This really touches the blind spot of Zhang Yang's knowledge.

"Whose ones are they?"

He had only heard of Zao Wou-ki, because that person's paintings were expensive, hundreds of millions at every turn.

But Zao Wou-Ki is of French-Chinese descent, which can only be said to be okay, and it is a bit far-fetched to insist that he is a domestic painter.

The outside world also evaluates him as "a representative of modern lyrical abstraction in the West".

"Zhang Yang, you mentioned Zao Wou-Ki before, so you should also know Wu Dayu, right?" Fu Sishi said with a smile.

"Uh...... I don't know. ”

"Wu Dayu was Zao Wou-ki's master and the founder of Chinese abstract painting." Chu Ziqiang explained intimately.

This is all information that he has memorized many times, and it is easy to get it.

"It's not easy to understand this kind of chat, but I just have Mr. Wu Dayu's paintings here, I'll take you to see it."

"Good, good." There are physical objects to see, and Zhang Yang can't ask for them.

Otherwise, listening to these two people talk is a bit boring and a bit jailed.

"Actually, an important reason why I wanted to do abstract art business at that time was because of this, which was still a blue ocean in our country."

"I thought it was going to be developed soon, but it turned out, you know, it stalled for a while, and now it's here."

Fu Sishi casually talked about this, looking a little helpless.

Zhang Yang can understand it, because he has also thought about this issue.

When he was researching the antique market, he found that the biggest difference between the domestic and foreign collection markets was oil paintings.

Especially the oil paintings of the abstract school.

In European and American auctions, the most expensive works are basically abstract paintings, and the prices are at the top of the real pyramid.

But in the country, this type of art is completely marginalized.

Zhang Yang thought about whether to get involved in this field, but finally found that not only could he not appreciate it, but he couldn't even find a talent who could appreciate these things, so he had to give up.

"Okay, this is Mr. Wu Dayu's painting." Fu Sishi stopped in front of a small color painting.

When he saw this painting, Zhang Yang's first reaction was not how it was drawn, but the size of the painting.

It's also too small.

The width is only about ten centimeters, and the length is definitely not more than twenty centimeters.

If you look at the content of the drawing, it seems to have been drawn with crayons.

With a small white paper, he said that this was a graffiti on the drawing book in the art class of elementary school students, and he believed it.

It is clearly marked at the bottom of the frame, this is Wu Dayu's "Flower Garden", painted in the 80s of the last century, is a wax painting on paper.

The price is 20,000 RMB.

Even if you don't have crayon drawings, why are they still sold so cheaply?

Zhang Yang expressed the doubts in his heart: "Is this painted with crayons?" ”

"Yes." Fu Sishi nodded and explained, "Mr. Wu Dayu only left 159 oil paintings in his life, and the value of each piece is basically more than 5 million. ”

"I've had the privilege of owning two pieces before, but both of them were sold to someone else when the gallery was struggling."

"This "Flower Garden" is one of his more than 2,000 pieces of wax paint on paper, I wonder what emotions you two can feel when you look at this painting?"

"Sunshine and happiness." Chu Ziqiang replied without thinking.

Zhang Yang did not speak, but looked at the information of the painting and fell into thought.

The painting, strictly speaking, is a fake.

But it is inextricably linked with Wu Dayu.

Because this painting was painted by Wu Dayu's daughter under his guidance, and it has also undergone some polishing by himself.

It should be considered a co-creation.

"Do you still have such paintings?" Zhang Yang suddenly had a bold idea.

It can't all be co-authored, right? That's a lot of fun.

"Nope." Fu Sishi shook her head, "But there is Zhu Teh-Chun, do you want to see it?" ”

"Yes, yes." Chu Ziqiang replied for Zhang Yang.

He also kindly gave Zhang Yang popular science:

"Chu Teh-Chun is the first Chinese academician of the French Academy of Arts, one of the 'Three Musketeers in France' in the Chinese art world, and his works are all million-level."

Chu Ziqiang's memory made Zhang Yang not only sigh:

If you spend one-tenth of your mind chasing Fu Sishi on revision, how can you even work hard to take the exam?

When he saw Chu Teh-Chun's painting called "May", Zhang Yang was directly blinded.

Who am I? Where am I? What am I going to do?

Even if he learned that Fu Sishi took this painting and spent a full 1.5 million, Zhang Yang didn't have the slightest idea.

Because I really can't read it!

The experience of seeing Chu Teh-Chun's works is just a microcosm of Zhang Yang's entire morning in the gallery.

Next, he didn't understand a single painting.

The only emotion that can be felt is "exhaustion".

Fortunately, Chu Ziqiang and Fu Sishi chatted very happily, and Zhang Yang saw at least a psychological comfort, that is: his own efforts are useful.

When he left the gallery, Chu Ziqiang's mouth was already smiling crookedly.

With his white turban and half-disabled arms, he looks like a patient who has escaped from a mental hospital.

"Brother Yang, thank you so much for the past two days." On the car back, Chu Ziqiang reminded the old story, "From today on, Brother Yang, you are my own brother; Sister Shuyu is my sister-in-law. ”

"In the future, as long as you Yang Ge says a word, I will go to the soup and go to the fire."

"Okay, okay, don't talk about the calf, let me rest for a while." Zhang Yang lay on the backrest and pinched the bridge of his nose tiredly.

"It's okay, Brother Yang, you don't have to speak, you just listen to me."

"As for me, there is another reluctant request."

"Brother Yang, you also saw it just now, Sister Fu, her current situation is not very good, I want to help her. But give the money directly, she definitely won't ask for it. ”

"Sister Fu, she is not short of money."

"It's okay, you give me the money, I can help her." Zhang Yang said casually.

"Really? Brother Yang, do you have a way to help her? Chu Ziqiang asked in surprise.

"Yes, doesn't she take money? I exchanged it for gold bars and sent it to her; It really doesn't work, so I exchange it for an antique and send it to her, and then recycle it. Zhang Yang said with his eyes closed.

"Is that okay?" Chu Ziqiang scratched his head and thought for a while, but still felt that something was wrong.

"She won't accept your things, if she is short of money, she will ask her family directly, one or two hundred million, Uncle Fu and they still have it."

"How much?" Zhang Yang opened his eyes in surprise.

Is the Fu family so powerful? That's still a ghost art business, just lie down.

"Money is not an issue, the important thing is to solve her current situation reasonably."

"That's what I think, Brother Yang, don't you have experience in holding auctions? You said that it is possible for you to join Sister Fu to hold an auction in Xiangjiang. Chu Ziqiang proposed.

"Sell all the inventory she has in her backlog."

"Big brother, you can do this method, but it's no different from giving her money directly, right?" Zhang Yang sat up straight and asked.

"I'm looking for her to cooperate now, and fools know that you instructed her, can she agree?"

"So, it's going to have to be a little more secretive."

"What do you mean?" Zhang Yang felt that Chu Ziqiang already had a ghost idea.

"It's Brother Yang, you are still the same as before, holding treasure appreciation conferences and collecting lots, but even Western artworks are also collected."

"Then I'll go to Sister Fu and ask her to take the initiative to participate in your activities."

"Isn't that reasonable?"

"The idea...... Yes, indeed. Zhang Yang nodded and looked at Chu Ziqiang with a smile, "Then I don't know how much sponsorship you, Gongzi Chu, are going to give us the Hailin Light program team?" ”

(End of chapter)