Regarding this exhibition, the evaluation from the industry was very high, and the social feedback was also very good. With the transaction price of 700,000 yuan among the newcomers, Mo Yisheng really became the most popular one. In addition to Li Qing's special recommendation later, a paper media with whom she has always had a good relationship even conducted an exclusive interview with him.
It is conceivable that the prices of his paintings will naturally rise in the future.
"I won't join any association."
Mo Yisheng and Yan Haian wrapped up the painting for Sun Yan. He has been working on this "Triumph" since the completion of "Day Curtain", and the dark circles under his eyes have not been eliminated. His skin is fair, so it is very obvious, Yan Haian feels distressed to see it.
Knowing this would be the result, Yan Hai'an comforted him: "Let's talk about it later. Take a good rest these few days and don't think about anything."
Mo Yisheng emphasized: "You tell Sister Li that I don't want to join any association, and tell her to stop talking."
Li Qing found Yan Hai'an before, and Wang Yuhu said that Mo Yisheng is a good seed, willing to be his introducer and let him join the Oil Painting Association. It is undoubtedly a good thing that the chairman of the association personally guarantees. The only thing the two of them were worried about was that Mo Yisheng, a stubborn donkey, would embarrass him.
Yan Hai'an got the expected answer, knowing that this matter was not urgent, he stopped arguing with Mo Yisheng, took him into the car, and planned to send Mo Yisheng home.
The little girl asked, "Boss is going out?"
The number of flowers on the front desk gradually decreased, because someone stopped sending flowers every now and then, and the space finally became what it was before.
Yan Hai'an agreed: "Well, I'll be right back, you guys get off work first."
Mo Yisheng's house is very close to here. It is a simple set of three. He and his mother lived in it at the beginning, and now Yan Hai'an lives in the other bedroom, and another one is used as a storage room.
Mo Yisheng's mother, Li Weiwei, is also considered a strange woman. She divorced Mr. Mo when she was in elementary school, because the couple had lost love. After taking Mo Yisheng to university, she found her home in an overseas Chinese, and immigrated to the United States with him without hesitation.
Mo Yisheng has always been very supportive of Li Weiwei's pursuit of true love. It can be said that like a mother, like a son, his personality goes hand in hand.
Mo Yisheng was also tired at the moment, he had nothing to do, and when he fell asleep, he just wanted to lie in bed regardless. Yan Hai'an urged him to wash up before letting everyone go back to bed. Mo Yisheng rolled over as soon as he landed on the bed, rolled up the blanket on his body, turned his back to Yan Hai'an, and fell asleep within ten seconds.
Yan Haian didn't bother him, adjusted the temperature of the air conditioner, tucked up the corners of the blanket, turned off the lights, and left.
Unexpectedly, Mo Yisheng woke up in a daze again and said: "You can contact Sun Yan, he is in a hurry to ask for that painting..."
"Well, I get it." Yan Hai'an gently closed the door, "Get some rest."
Mo Yisheng had a rest, but Yan Haian himself had to go back to the studio to get a beating.
He has to take care of Mo Yisheng himself, take care of the operation of the studio, and be a qualified agent. In fact, he is too tired. Fortunately, his income is good now.
What should Wang Yuhu say...
Oh, so tired.
After sitting in the car and smoking a cigarette, Yan Hai'an rubbed his forehead and wanted to have a drink again, but when he thought of Li Xi's face, he lost all interest. It seems that we can only choose another place in the future, which is a pity.
He lit another cigarette, held the cigarette in one hand, and flipped through the messages on the phone with the other, thinking of Sun Yan's painting.
It's past ten o'clock, so if you make a phone call, you won't be able to disturb Sun Yan, right
Finding a reasonable reason, Yan Haian threw away half of the cigarette and called Sun Yan.
This call was saved from Mo Yisheng's mobile phone just in case, but the other party of his call should not have saved it. I wonder if Boss Sun has a habit of not answering calls from strangers.
Sun Yan smiled before saying anything: "It's strange, why did you call me?"
Yan Haian was taken aback, when did Sun Yan get his call
His strangeness only happened for a moment, after all, it wasn't an important point, and he got to the point: "The painting you ordered at Yisheng's side has already been drawn, let's see when it's convenient for me to send it to you?"
"Oh..." Sun Yan seemed to have forgotten about it, and then picked it up after a pause, "That painting, can you come over before 11 o'clock?"
Yan Hai'an glanced at the watch on the car, it was twenty past ten, and he didn't know where Sun Yan was, so he might not be able to catch up after going back and forth.
Sun Yan heard him not speak for a long time, and said again: "Forget it, it's fine before 11:30."
"It should be possible." Yan Hai'an pulled on his seat belt and fastened it while answering the phone, "I'll go back to the studio to pick up the paintings right away, what's your address?"
Sun Yan said: "Add a WeChat, just this phone number. I'll send you the address."
"Okay." Yan Haian hung up the phone and added Sun Yan as a friend. The other party passed quickly and sent a shared address without any delay. He estimated that the road conditions were good at this time, and it might take about forty minutes to get there from the studio, so he could make it in time.
The villa area where Sun Yan lives is well-known in City B. Even if he doesn't share the location, Yan Hai'an's navigation can guide him there. After spending three minutes with the security guard at the gate, Yan Hai'an came in. In such an area where land is so expensive, there is still a considerable distance between the single-family villas here. His little Buick worth only 100,000 yuan feels out of place in this park.
After driving to the end of the navigation, Yan Haian carefully took out the painting from the back seat, went up the steps, and rang the doorbell. After waiting for half a minute, someone came to open the door.
It was probably a nanny who invited him in. There was also a nanny cleaning in the hall, and Sun Yan came down the stairs while tidying up his collar: "Here?"
He raised his wrist: "It's quite accurate. Huh, isn't this painting small?"
When Sun Yan went back last time, Mo Yisheng's painting was on the easel. He stayed there for a long time, and he didn't know what he was looking at. Is it Mo Yisheng's ass
Yan Hai'an's face turned black, and he asked, "Where do you put this painting?"
"Whatever..." Sun Yan swallowed back the words, dragged the long voice around, "Aunt Hong, put it in the guest room for me first."
It stands to reason that this thing should be put in the basement. Mo Yisheng's 700,000 yuan painting was lying there quietly last time. The cheapest pair hung on the wall of their house was bought by Sun Ling from an auction in England, and it was worth more than 20 million yuan. But in front of Yan Hai'an, Sun Yan was rarely able to speak.
Xu Hong and Ling Li cooperated to remove the painting.
Yan Hai'an watched them go upstairs, then turned to Sun Yan and said, "Then I'll go first."
Sun Yan asked, "Are you busy later?"
"No." Yan Hai'an asked strangely, "What's wrong?"
Sun Yan was also very surprised that he asked such a question. He frowned strangely for a while, lowered his gaze, and then looked up at Yan Hai'an. He wanted to say forget it, but he was a little bit reluctant.
The weight of this reluctance is very light, like the casual glance out of the window after waking up in the morning, and the random guess in my heart, maybe it is sunny or cloudy.
And Yan Haian stood there waiting for him, looking very good-tempered.
Yeah, it's just a look.
Sun Yan's gloomy heart was like a match being struck, and the fleeting light didn't even have time to illuminate anything, leaving only a little bit of hard-to-find and extremely uncertain revelation. He walked past Yan Haian, grabbed his shoulders and walked towards the door together: "It's rare for you to come here, let's go, brother will show you something different."
Yan Haian was dragged two steps away by him, subconsciously pushed back: "I..."
Sun Yan turned his head and looked at him: "You don't have anywhere to go anyway?"
As soon as he said this, Yan Haian was speechless. He already needed to find a place to relieve his stress and fatigue. Seeing Sun Yan's unostentatious attire for sports, he would not go to a particularly strange place.
So what if you just go with him
Regarding Sun Yan, Yan Hai'an's current feelings have to be said to be a bit difficult to describe in words. The initial vigilance and disgust have now subconsciously decreased a lot.
He couldn't tell if Sun Yan had changed, or if he had changed his perspective.
If, Yan Hai'an thought, if Sun Yan could have a drink and chat with him occasionally, it might be good. There are always fleeting moments when he can find clues of resonance in Sun Yan.
Of course, due to their identity and personality, after Sun Yan lost interest in Mo Yisheng as promised, there may be no contact between the two of them.
"Where are you going?" Yan Hai'an parked the car in the underground garage of their house under Sun Yan's command, which really opened his eyes.
This garage must have cost a lot of money to build. In order to save parking spaces, it was dug deep enough and divided into two floors with a mechanical elevator that can be lifted. At a glance, it looks like a famous car show.
Yan Haian sighed again.
Ah, it's nice to be rich.
Such an expensive hobby can only be supported by people like the Sun family.
"A cool place." After he parked, Sun Yan took him into a car. Yan Hai'an frowned and said: "Let's say it first, if I want to go to a messy place, I'd better go back."
Sun Yan put one hand on the steering wheel and smiled: "Why do you talk so much nonsense?"
Hearing what he said, Yan Haian knew that it wasn't the kind of club, so he became even more curious.
As soon as the car started, he heard something different. He has never played with cars, but he is a boy anyway, and he is somewhat interested in cars. The engine has been modified as soon as he heard it, and this feeling became more obvious after he was on the road.
Sun Yan drove straight to the outside of the city. After 12 o'clock, there were only a few cars passing by on the main road outside the city, and it was very quiet.
Yan Haian asked: "Are you going to throw the body?"
"Throw away the dead body." Sun Yan was so teased that he laughed, "Isn't it safer to bury it directly under my garage?"
Yan Hai'an looked out of the pitch-black window and felt that they were going to the mountains in the outskirts.
The car didn't listen to the radio, Sun Yan said: "There are cigarettes in front, take it yourself."
It seems that he often drives this car. As soon as Yan Haian opened the front storage box, apart from cigarettes and lighters, he also stuffed sunglasses, tissues, condoms and chewing gum.
Yan Hai'an tried his best not to think about whether there was any bodily fluid on the seat under his buttocks, opened the cigarette case, and took out a cigarette.
Sun Yan's voice seemed to be suppressed by the evening wind in the dark night, with a slight chill: "Light one for me."
"How long is it?" Yan Hai'an picked up a cigarette, blocked the wind from the window with his hand, took a puff to let the cigarette burn a little bit, and after making sure that it would not be extinguished again, handed it to Sun Yan's mouth.
Sun Yan held his mouth shut, bit the cigarette holder and said, "Hurry up."
After driving forward for more than half an hour, Sun Yan slowly slowed down the car. There was a big fork in front of him, and a group of people had already surrounded him. They were either standing or sitting, and a few cars were parked aside. The noise of people and the occasional engine sound made the mountain no longer peaceful.
As soon as these people saw Sun Yan's car, they immediately surrounded him.
"Brother Sun, are you here?" The leader saw Yan Haian sitting next to him with a smile on his face, and his smile became greasy, "I brought someone here today."
Yan Haian didn't even give him a look, and raised his eyebrows and asked Sun Yan: "Racing car?"
Sun Yan shrugged, with a half-smile on his face: "It's just for fun."
Yan Haian looked directly at the past, this is really the plot he only saw in the movies, running the mountain road in the dark, no one can guarantee safety when the sports car is accelerating at full speed.
play
taking off own life.
The man was left aside by them, and seeing Sun Yan's face, he didn't dare to be dissatisfied, so he waved to the side: "Brother Sun, this is a friend of mine, I have admired you for a long time, and I especially like these exciting things." What a thing. I heard that we get together here once a month, no, let me bring it, I want to see you."
It was a beautiful girl who was recruited by him, and she called Brother Sun in a clear voice, her eyes were really bright when hit by the car lights next to her. With such facial features and figure, she is a beauty without makeup.
The man gave the girl a wink, and then said to Sun Yan: "Brother Sun, I think the person next to you is a bit unfamiliar, why don't you sit next to him and take a look first? It's too exciting, I'm afraid he won't be able to bear it, You take Rongrong for a run first?"
Sun Yan turned his head and asked, "Do you dare?"
The exhaust pipes and engines of the cars continued to roar around, seeming to instigate and seem to be threatening. The road ahead was rugged and unpredictable, lurking in the darkness with a dangerous aura, staring at them closely.
Yan Hai'an tilted his head, a hole was slowly torn out of his heart which had always pretended to be calm. A smile gradually appeared on his face, a little complacent, and he was very similar to Sun Yan before he knew it.
He raised the corner of his eyes and squinted at Sun Yan: "Why not?"
The author has something to say:
Sun Yan: Come on, pretend
Yan Hai'an: I don't know this person