"Do you have a visit ticket? I'll buy it for any price."
Gu Yue'er seemed particularly enthusiastic about Su Lin who suddenly appeared in front of her. Especially the picture of Su Lin wearing a mask and a hat. Not only did Gu Yue'er not think he was a bad person, but she felt that Su Lin must be a senior scalper.
"I'm sorry. Miss, I'm not a scalper. I don't know how to sell scalper tickets, but I do have a ticket in my hand. I don't think you can get in. So, for the sake of being Chinese, I want to sell this ticket This ticket is for you."
Su Lin did not beat around the bush and stated his intention simply and clearly.
"Do you have a ticket? You said you're not a scalper. Just tell me how much it is! I'm not short of money. Can I pay 20,000 euros? The price of this ticket is only 10,000 euros at most. Can I double it for you? "
Gu Yue'er thought Su Lin said this because he deliberately wanted to raise the ticket price. Although the level and specifications of this exhibition are relatively high and the number of tickets is relatively small, in general, there are only 50 invitation tickets and only 1,000 visiting tickets. Moreover, these tickets are not for sale, but are only issued by invitation from the European Oil Painting Association and its branches.
As for tickets from other sources, many are transferred between each other. Therefore, on the black market in Paris, the price of such a ticket is up to 10,000 euros. Gu Yue'er originally planned to go to the black market in Paris to buy a ticket, but then she got a ticket. Gu Yue'er's ticket was given as a gift from one of her friends, so there was no need to go shopping on the black market.
But it happens. Gu Yue'er lost this ticket. When he entered the venue, he rummaged through his pockets but couldn't find the ticket. It is impossible to buy it on the black market for the time being. Therefore, seeing that Su Lin in front of him had a ticket, Gu Yue'er simply bid twice the black market price. In Gu Yue'er's opinion, now that the exhibition is about to begin, and he is anxious without tickets, these scalpers should be more anxious than him with tickets in their hands.
After all, as long as the ticket passes the exhibition time, it will be useless. If the scalper does not sell the tickets before the exhibition starts. Afterwards, it was just a piece of waste paper, which was too hard to even wipe my butt. [
So Gu Yue'er felt that since she had paid 20,000 euros, the scalper in front of her had no reason not to sell the ticket to her. But when Gu Yue'er heard Su Lin's answer, she was stunned for a moment.
"I told you, I'm not a scalper and I don't want your money. This ticket is mine. I gave it to you because you are Chinese."
Su Linnai shook her head, took out her "invitation ticket" from her pocket, handed it to Gu Yuer and said.
"Your own ticket? Then... you are here to see the oil painting exhibition too? What will you do after you give me your ticket?"
Only then did Gu Yuer realize that Su Lin was not a scalper. But the living Lei Feng who came to give himself a ticket! As a result, Gu Yue'er didn't look at the ticket that Su Lin handed over carefully, but she knew that it was the ticket for this exhibition. The material and pattern were similar to her own.
"I have a way to get in. Take your ticket and hurry in! The exhibition will start in a moment."
Su Lin looked at Gu Yue'er again. Then I pressed my hat and planned to leave, find a deserted corner, pause for a while and sneak into the exhibition center.
"Then... thank you. My name is Gu Yue'er, what's your name? I... let's leave it to our friends!"
Seeing Su Lin in front of him who was almost fully armed, with only two eyes exposed on his face, it was the first time that Gu Yuer took the initiative to make friends with someone, so he stretched out his hand and said to Su Lin.
"I... my name is..." Su Lin originally wanted to use his English name Sunny, but then he thought about it. When Gu Yue'er entered the exhibition hall, he would definitely know Sunny's reputation, so he hesitated and said, "No need." Thank me, my name is Lei Feng, hehe!"
After saying this, Su Lin greased the soles of his feet, found a place where no one was around, paused time, and slipped into the venue.
"Hey! I said you are..."
Before she could finish her words, Sulin slipped away, and Gu Yuer'er was even more surprised by the sudden appearance of this mysterious man.
"What a weirdo. I thought he was a scalper! It turned out to be a 'Lei Feng'..."
Holding the ticket, Gu Yue'er was very happy in her heart. After all, it is unlucky to lose a ticket, but how can you not be happy when a kind-hearted person gives you a ticket? [
It has been more than two years since Gu Yue'er graduated from the Central Academy of Fine Arts, and she has gained some fame in the domestic and international painting circles. However, her qualifications are still too shallow, especially her experience and understanding of the spirit of painting. She has carefully studied the works of those masters and knows deeply that the artistic form and level of the paintings are important, but what is more important is the spirit and soul of the paintings.
A soulless portrait, no matter how well it is painted, will not be more accurate than a photograph. The charm of the characters, the expression of spirit and energy, as well as the painter's own meaning and life sustenance, are all incomparable to photos. After realizing this, Gu Yue'er completely settled down and prepared to travel to Europe and even around the world to learn painting.
This time, she heard that there was such a high-level art exhibition in Paris, so she came here to study. Gu Yue'er always feels that she is only one layer away from penetrating the soul of the painting, but she has yet to realize it. Therefore, her current paintings are all in vain, and it is often difficult to paint what she wants in her heart. Feel it.
"I hope this level of exhibition will allow me to make a breakthrough."
Taking the ticket given by Su Lin, Gu Yuer'er arrived at the ticket gate, handed the ticket to the guard who had refused to let her in before and said, "Now that the ticket is found, can I go in?"
"But... this... this is an invitation ticket, No. 3 invitation ticket! Your... VIP... please... please come in!"
The person who checked the tickets was a brown-haired Frenchman. When he saw the ticket handed over by Gu Yue'er, he stood up and said to Gu Yue'er very respectfully.
"Eh? Um...why is this guard's expression so wrong? When others take tickets to go in, he is not so respectful! Also, what does he mean by invitation ticket? Could it be that there is something wrong with my ticket? ?”
Gu Yue'er picked up the ticket in her hand and took a look at it, and she found a difference. This ticket was almost the same as her original ticket in terms of pattern and material. But the ticket in my hand was not printed with a "visit ticket" but an "invitation ticket", and there was an Arabic numeral 3 on the back.
"Invitation ticket? What does this mean? Could it be that the ticket that person gave me was fake? Aren't everyone holding visitation tickets? Where did you get the invitation ticket? Is there a number behind it? Could this be it? Is it a fake ticket?"
Gu Yue'er saw that the tickets in the hands of the visitors before and after were all admission tickets, and she thought in confusion, but then she thought that it was wrong. If it was a fake ticket, it would be impossible for the guard to let her in, and he would not let her in. The face is respectful.
"So, the ticket that person just gave me is not only real, but also... it seems to be a special ticket!"
When she was in China, Gu Yue'er often went to various high-end exhibitions and auctions, and knew that some places had different tickets, similar to VIP tickets, which were specially distinguished from ordinary tickets. But Gu Yue'er didn't expect that this exhibition in Paris would have similar VIP tickets.
I looked at the ticket in my hand again. It was an "invitation ticket" and there was a number 3 on the back. Thinking about it, this ticket was very precious. The identity of the person who owns this ticket may not be simple.
"Who is that person?"
Because of this ticket, Gu Yue'er thought of the "Lei Feng" who gave him this ticket.
At the entrance of the exhibition, the guard who had just checked Gu Yue'er's ticket immediately took the intercom and said: "There was a Chinese-faced girl who just came in with the invitation ticket No. 3. It should be that Sunny."
After receiving the message from the door, Marshall, the president of the European Oil Painting Association inside the exhibition, became energetic and walked quickly towards the entrance. Sure enough, the person who walked in was an Oriental girl with a Chinese face. Marshall never imagined that this genius Sunny would be such a beautiful and young girl.
"Welcome, distinguished guest from China, we have been waiting for you for a long time."
In Gu Yue'er's mind, she was still thinking about the "Lei Feng" who gave her the ticket, but an old man with a white beard walked up to her. At first, Gu Yue'er thought it was a perverted old man from the West who was trying to strike up a conversation, but when she raised her head and looked at the person carefully, she was seriously surprised.
"Ma...Master Marshall?"
How could Gu Yue'er, who was well versed in all the big names in the oil painting world, not recognize Marshall in front of him? This genius from Italy is also the most famous painter alive. He has created many paintings and won many awards. Collectors rush to collect it, and he is also the president of the European Oil Painting Association.
However, now that the most famous master of oil painting in the world was welcoming him warmly, how could Gu Yue'er not be flattered. Like Qin Li, not long ago, Gu Yue'er also tried to send her paintings to the European Oil Painting Association, but she was also not qualified to join the association and was rejected.
But now, in Gu Yue'er's view, Marshall, who had always stood at the top of the world's oil paintings, was walking towards her as if he was seeing an old friend. Gu Yue'er really suspected that she was dreaming.
"You...are you calling me?"
Gu Yuer'er was flattered and looked around her. There was no one else there. She suspected that this Marshall was here for her.
ps: Second update!