As usual, it was still dawn, and Klimt came to Art Street, to the little stall that belonged to him. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Hanging five paintings of various sizes on the wall, Klimt sat on a small bench, took out a small piece of black bread, and nibbled on it, waiting for business to come to his door.

He has been setting up a stall here for more than half a month, and he hasn't painted for more than half a month, for no other reason, his money is almost gone.

Painting is a different art from music, and it is very expensive. Those who make music, save money to buy a musical instrument, and if it is properly maintained, they can use it until they die, but painting is different, painting needs to buy paper, paint, brushes and easels of various specifications, and even expensive canvases for oil painting, plus those who are not filial piety and waste, and the painting is wasted. It can be said that each painting is piled up with countless tinkling silver coins.

In the case of the smallest oil paintings, even the cheapest frames, canvases, and pigments are used...... Even if everything goes smoothly and there is no waste, the cost of a painting will be more than 20 silver for a single molding! Almost half a month's salary compared to ordinary workers.

And Klimt now has only 11 silver coins left in his pocket, which can no longer support him to open a new work, and even only support his accommodation and food expenses for a few days. He had no choice but to select a few relatively good ones from his works and sell them on the art street.

But this business is not easy to do, and the pressure of competition is extremely high. There are often hundreds of stalls selling paintings on the long street of only a few hundred meters, and this number can be doubled by the end of the month when the rent and accommodation fees are paid. There are many people who paint better than him, so he has only sold one of the stalls he has been setting up here for more than half a month, and the price is very low, just enough for him to barely make ends meet, so that he will not go to the town hall or the church to get the relief batter.

To tell the truth, the musty, bitter batter that was almost unpalatable, after tasting it once, he said he didn't want to go again.

It was another morning without a harvest, and countless people walked in front of his stall, but no one stopped, but no one inquired......

A small piece of black bread was not enough to satisfy hunger, and by noon his stomach was empty, and his stomach was beating like a drum, but he had no choice but to hold on, he only had 11 silver coins, 10 of which were still to pay for the accommodation at the end of the month, so that he could only minimize his expenses in order not to sleep on the streets.

Finally, in the afternoon, he waited for a guest.

"Well, what's the name of the biggest one?" asked the man with an arrogant look on his face, fancy clothes, and a big belly.

Klimt immediately came to his senses and began to introduce, "Oh, dear sir, it's called "Maple Leaf Forest in the Morning Light", and it is my proudest work, and I am ...... it."

"How much?" the fat man in the flower clothes interrupted him impatiently and began to ask for the price.

Seeing that business had come to his door, Klimt hurriedly said, "Oh, dear sir, this is a large work, and in order to paint it, I spent three months in Prater Park, and several weeks of polishing and revising......"

"Don't talk nonsense, how much?" said the impatient look on the face of the fat man in the flower clothes. “

"One gold mark! only one!" Klimt hurried, hearing the impatience in the customer's tone.

"50 silver! The fat man in the flower clothes still has an arrogant face.

"Oh, no, dear sir, 50 silver is not enough, it's a big painting. And this frame, canvas, and paint are the best I chose, and this painting took me more than three months, and in any case it was more than 50 silver. Klimt hurriedly said: "In this way, how about 90 silver, 90 silver you can take it." ”

"60 silver, that's the final offer. The fat man in the flower clothes glanced at Klimt, and his tone was full of mockery: "Young man, whether this painting is worth it or not is not worth the time it takes! The master of the art academy, even if it only takes three days to paint a work, can sell it for tens of thousands of gold! With such a good product like yours, even if it takes three years, it is not as good as a fraction of the others! 60 silver, the final offer is made, are you willing to sell it?"

"No, no, sir, it's worth at least 80 silver, how about 80 silver, only 80 silver......" Klimt began to plead.

But the fat man who spent the clothes didn't let go at all: "It's 60 silver, if you want to sell it, you can sell it, if you don't want to, I'll leave!"

The price of 60 silver was far lower than Klimt's expectations, and this painting was already his proudest one, and the price of various materials alone was no less than 40 silver, plus more than three months of hard work..... For a moment, Klimt lowered his head and fell into a struggle.

After hesitating for a long time, he raised his head and said bitterly: "Okay, it's 60 silver ......."

But before he could hesitate, his customers had already left, and were now talking to the stall owner at another stall not far away.

Klimt struggled again, his legs up and down, his lips open and closed, but in the end, he didn't walk over.

......

Gradually, the sun is setting, the art street is becoming more and more crowded with pedestrians, and many stalls are beginning to pack up and prepare to go home.

Sighing, Klimt threw away the regret and guilt in his mind, but he tidied up the paintings and began to walk to his residence.

He stayed in a chicken feather inn, the cheapest of the kind, and he lived in the cheapest bunk, a long row of beds in a room full of beds, and he had one of the beds that didn't live a meter wide.

After locking the painting in a cabinet outside the room, Klimt lay down in his bed, ready to sleep.

But the rooms in the Chase Bunk were bustling with people and many people preparing dinner, and both the noisy words and the aroma of the food made it difficult for Klimt to sleep.

Unable to sleep, he got up and prepared to go to the inn without a door.

"Oh, Klimt, don't go to dinner like that. The little window at the door of the inn opened, and the old man stuck his head out.

"I, I've eaten. Klimt hurriedly explained.

Grunt~

But the sound of his stomach betrayed him deeply.

"Alas, you still said that you will eat it, but will you run out of money by the end of the month?" the old man sighed.

"No, no, no, I have money, and I won't default on rent. Somewhat flustered, Klimt began to explain.

"Oh, I can't pay the house money for a while, and it doesn't matter if I'm in arrears for a few days. The old man smiled and said, "Don't be hungry." ”

"I'm not hungry......" Klimt argued, but his tone was decidedly inadequate.

"Oh, by the way, I see that you are also a painter, I have a job here, the pay is good, would you like to give it a try?" the old man did not continue the topic of eating.

Job?

Klimt Knight had also heard of the so-called work, which made his tone become expectant: "Well, this, in fact, I'm not very good at drawing people, well, this, I usually paint landscapes more, um, and I have never painted this kind of painting......"

"Oh, not the kind of work you think. The old man hurriedly denied: "It's all serious work, and the boss is also in the hotel, just upstairs, although I don't know what they asked someone to paint, but it's definitely not what you think." ”

"Well, well, this, I'll try it first...... Klimt "reluctantly" agreed.

(To be continued.) )