"Teacher Cheng, do you think if these paintings were sold, would anyone be willing to buy them, and how much would they probably cost?" Su Jing asked. Don't blame him for being so greedy for money. Who makes the production of antimatter so expensive? No matter how much money you make, you won’t be able to spend enough money. He studied painting for two purposes. One was to cultivate his body and mind and help him understand the artistic conception of Buddha statues and visualization pictures; the other was to make money and make a lot of money.
"There must be someone willing to sell it. It's just a question of the price. These paintings are of similar quality..." Cheng Guyi pointed to Cheng Shiyao's portrait, Zhongyun City landscape painting, etc., thought about it, and said, "Based on my experience, it should be able to sell at least It's tens of thousands of yuan." Then he pointed to Shi Qing's portrait, "I estimate that this one can break two million, or even three million. However, if a few rich people take a fancy to it, they may raise the price. If the price is raised higher, how much it can be sold depends on the actual situation.”
"That's all." Su Jing seemed a little dissatisfied. Cheng Guyi, Cheng Shiyao, Huang Jinghong, Zhu Yan, and two middle-aged men all almost fainted. This is a lot, okay? These paintings are only three or four square feet. If they sell for tens of thousands of dollars, they are considered good. If they sell for several million, that is a level that even the top contemporary Chinese painting masters may not be able to achieve.
"That's a lot, okay?" Cheng Shiyao rolled her eyes.
"Don't talk about millions, if the paintings I painted could sell for 10,000 yuan a piece, then I would wake up laughing in my dreams." Zhu Yan was envious and jealous, thinking about such a small painting, even if it takes three days to paint one A painting, one hundred thousand a month, even if it takes five days to paint a painting, it would still be sixty thousand a month, and the future is worry-free.
Su Jing touched her nose and thought about it carefully. The price was indeed very high. Many people joke that if your paintings are valuable, then after you die, will the paintings of Qi Baishi, Zheng Banqiao, Van Gogh, Leonardo da Vinci and other painters be so valuable when they were alive? No, the reason why they were so valuable later was that, in addition to factors such as time and culture, there was also a very important factor, which was their death. After they died, it was impossible for them to paint again. The paintings they left behind became non-renewable resources with a limited quantity, so things are rare and valuable.
Paintings by living painters can also be sold for astronomical prices, but it is more difficult to do so. Such a small painting can sell for millions, which is enough to be proud of. However, several million is too little for Su Jing to be worth it. This portrait of Shi Qing took a full two or three hours to paint, and it was very energy-consuming. Painting two pictures a day is probably the limit, so it only costs several million a day. And if you paint more, the value will definitely depreciate. .
Su Jing knew that if she wanted to sell it at a higher price, she had to continue to improve her skills. Compared with visualizing pictures of beautiful women, she still had to learn. You know, at Murong Qin's banquet, Su Jing once brought out a landscape painting from the time and space of the Wilderness Period. Although it was far inferior to the beauty visualization painting, it was still valued at at least tens of millions. The best painting by Su Jing was only valued at two to three million. You can imagine how far the gap is.
"Mr. Su, I don't care about other paintings, but this one must be sold with my permission." Cheng Shiyao pointed to her portrait.
"Haha, if I want to sell it, of course I have to get your consent, but I don't plan to sell it, but plan to..." Su Jing said, paused, rolled up the scroll and handed it to Cheng Shiyao, "For you. "
"Give it to me?" Cheng Shiyao was stunned.
"If you don't want it, forget it." Su Jing said.
"Thank you then." Cheng Shiyao quickly took the portrait and showed a sweet smile. Then she felt that she seemed to be too eager, and her face turned slightly red.
Huang Jinghong felt very uncomfortable when he saw this scene. He also drew a picture of Cheng Shiyao and gave it to her, but when Cheng Shiyao accepted it, his expression was very indifferent, unlike now where he was mixed with shame and joy. Zhu Yanyan looked at Su Jing eagerly, with an expression that seemed to say, I want one too. Unfortunately, Su Jing didn't seem to understand and didn't send it to her.
"Teacher Cheng, this painting is for you." Su Jing casually rolled up the landscape painting of Zhongyun City.
"That's not good." Cheng Guyi liked the painting, but he didn't like it.
"You taught me so much and you still confiscated my tuition fees. I can't repay you as a student. I just gave you a painting, what else? If you think that my student's paintings are embarrassing to you and you don't want them at all, then forget it. ." Su Jing said.
"Look what you said, why don't I take it?" Cheng Guyi couldn't laugh or cry, and happily took the landscape painting away.
The two middle-aged men sighed in their hearts that in the future, they would never be able to compete with Cheng Guyi in front of students. He could compare with their students by showing this landscape painting, not to mention that the evildoer Su Jing was still growing.
"Mr. Su, what do you plan to do with these other paintings? If you want to sell them, I'm afraid you have to get their consent, or you plan to give them to them?" Cheng Shiyao pointed to the other pictures of beauties and said, He looked at Su Jing slyly.
"Well... I'll think about what to do." Su Jing was a little embarrassed.
Cheng Shiyao smiled and did not continue to ask. They stayed for a while longer, then took their leave. Of course, everyone's heart was left with a lot of fluctuations. They knew that a new star in the Chinese painting world was rising.
Cheng Shiyao did not go back to the training class. It was already past the time for painting lessons. She went directly to Siya Company. The company had something to do in the afternoon and there were several print advertisements for new clothes to be shot. When she went upstairs, she picked up the portrait and prepared to put it in her office. There is a colleague in the company who is engaged in design. He is very hands-on and is good at assembling picture frames. The frames he makes are beautiful and fashionable. I will ask her to help with the binding.
"Shiyao, have you finished your painting class so soon?" Wang Siya and several pretty girls came towards her.
"Yes, we left a little early." Cheng Shiyao said.
"Then let's start shooting now. Shoot early so we can finish early." Wang Siya said.
"I'll put this down first." Cheng Shiyao shook the portrait in her hand.
"What is it?" Wang Siya asked curiously, and several other girls also looked curious.
"Nothing, nothing." Cheng Shiyao was a little shy.
"Haha, I'm still shy. It was given by a certain man? Let's have a look. What's wrong with us?" Wang Siya joked.
"It's just a portrait, nothing interesting to see." Cheng Shiyao said.
"If it's just a portrait, why don't you dare to show it to us?" Wang Siya said with a smile.
"That's right, let's take a look and see how the painting goes?" another girl said.
"What's there to be secretive about? Is it... Oh my God, it's a nude portrait. Shiyao, you are so bold." A girl deliberately widened her eyes and said in an exaggerated manner.
"Don't talk nonsense." Cheng Shiyao stomped her feet in embarrassment, fearing that they really thought it was a naked portrait, so she had to take apart the scroll, show it to them, and said, "Look, look, it's just an ordinary portrait. I'm not as good as you." Sewage."
Wang Siya and others took a closer look and couldn't help but widen their eyes.
"Wow, so beautiful."
"The painting is so beautiful, almost as beautiful as Shi Yao."
"Shiyao, which boy gave this to me? He's so talented."
"If any boy could draw such a picture for me, I would be moved to death."
"Shiyao, who gave it to me? Do we know each other?" Wang Siya and others were surprised and envious.