Ning Shaoyun's exhibition is about to end, and Xiao Feng needs to go and see it again. After all, most of her twenty or so paintings have been reserved by collectors, and she will have no chance to take a closer look at them in the future.
For students who are still studying, these paintings are worth appreciating again and again.
So Xia Mian invited the fund manager introduced to her by Ning Shaobai to the gallery, intending to go directly to the fund manager to discuss the establishment of the fund after accompanying Xiaofeng to the exhibition.
There were still many people visiting the exhibition. Xia Mian followed Xiao Feng and looked at it slowly. However, she had no talent in art. Apart from thinking it was beautiful, she could not see anything.
Not long after, he met Wei Yuanhang and several other students from the Academy of Fine Arts. Xia Mian felt as if he had been pardoned. He handed Xiao Feng over to them for professional exchanges and planned to go to the cafe next door to wait for the fund manager.
When passing by the corner, Xia Mian stopped when he saw Ye Anran's painting "Pure White Angel".
When she saw the painting again, her mood was different. She still remembered that Sun Shuming joked that the biggest problem with this painting was that the paint was used too sparingly, but she didn't expect it to be true.
Xia Mian thought of what happened in the art studio at the Academy of Fine Arts and couldn't help but smile. Ye Anran shouldn't be short of painting materials in the next period of time.
She had just finished thinking about the person, but she didn't expect to see him on the way to the nearby coffee shop a few minutes later.
Behind the large pillar at the corner of the gallery, right next to the back door of the gallery, there are many staff members coming in and out.
He leaned against the big pillar with his head tilted back and his eyes closed. It should have been a posture of enjoyment, but Xia Mian always felt that he would cry in the next second.
After hesitating for a moment, she bought two hot drinks from the shop next door and walked over.
As I got closer, I heard Qian Fa's voice coming from behind the corner:
"Hey, Assistant Wang, you have to have a theme for your bidding anyway, our theme is great!"
"Don't you artists all admire the beauty of imperfection? Look at An Ran's paintings, like Venus, and there's not a single one that's not imperfect..."
"Not only is the theme good, but it also has a good publicity gimmick!"
"A talented painter who suffered a heart attack..."
"Stop, stop!" Assistant Wang was obviously very impatient. "Heart disease, heart disease, you've used the heart disease gimmick to death, and heart disease doesn't work here!"
"Our company wants to participate in the bidding, but what the company wants is fame and profit, not charity!"
"The owner of the Red House Gallery provides this month of free space in order to attract new and promising painters and to attract traffic to build their reputation."
"Besides the heart disease, what else does Ye Anran have?"
"His paintings may not even be qualified to occupy a booth, and you want to set a theme and hang all his paintings." Assistant Wang said sarcastically, "You are so bold."
Qian Fa didn't feel like he was being scolded at all, and continued to smile and said, "Why is he not qualified? His paintings are really good."
"If you don't believe me, take a look!" He took out three photos and handed them to Assistant Wang, "These were painted in the past few months, with the guidance of a famous teacher. The previous one is still hanging in there, and it has been sold!" He said this with excitement.
"That's because of Teacher Qingyun." Assistant Wang was forced to look at the photo. After a quick glance, he sneered, "He got sick himself, so he wants to make everyone disabled?"
"Isn't imperfect beauty the same as disability?"
"Look at what you are saying. There are so many disabled children in the world, and An Ran thinks they are all cute." Qian Fa said, "Venus also has a broken arm, isn't that also a disability? How can it be different? If you paint it beautifully, disability is the beauty of imperfection."
"What the hell is going on here?" Assistant Wang couldn't make sense to him, so he said impatiently, "Okay, stop bothering me. There's nothing to say about this anyway."
"Ye Anran doesn't even have an academic degree. Even if she is a student of the Capital Academy of Fine Arts, it's just a stepping stone, right? She can't even write a profile, so you! Forget it."
Qian Fa immediately said, "Oh, our An Ran is from the Capital Academy of Fine Arts! He goes to the Capital Academy of Fine Arts for classes every day."
"Professor Sun Shuming is his teacher, and he often gives him guidance!"
"The introduction is even simpler. A talented painter who is dying drags his sick body to create one last work to fulfill his wish. The gimmick is there, right? But he still wants money, right?"
Qian Fa suddenly thought of something and laughed at himself, "His body won't last much longer. Maybe it will soon become his posthumous work. Aren't posthumous works of painters very valuable?"
"Look, if you organize this for him, you will definitely gain both fame and fortune, and you will definitely not lose out." Qian Fa saw Assistant Wang's stunned look and said, "If you can't make the decision, let me meet your Manager Hu and I will talk to him in person."
"Come on!" Assistant Wang reacted and stopped him, completely impatient. "Don't let your imagination run wild here. We need at least fifty works for this kind of exhibition."
"Didn't you say he was already ill? How could he still have time to paint? Could he put together fifty paintings on this theme?"
"Fifty pictures?" Qian was stunned for a moment.
Assistant Wang finally let out the anger he had been holding back when he saw that he had been restrained. "Yes, he needs 50 paintings. If he can get them together, we will not only do it for him, but we won't even ask for any commission!"
Qian Fa's eyes lit up, and he grabbed Assistant Wang and said, "You said it! If I can get the money, you can do it for me. You can take the commission! I won't make it difficult for you."
Manager Wang looked at him like a hungry wolf sniffing at a bone, and immediately regretted saying too much. However, he also had a response, "Okay, but don't think of using anyone's painting to deal with me. Didn't you say Ye Anran was from the Capital Academy of Fine Arts?"
"I only accept works from the Capital Academy of Fine Arts. I don't care whether you are a student or a professor. As long as you are of a good standard and have 50 works, I will consider it."
Qian Fa was choked up. Assistant Wang rolled his eyes and said, "If you don't have the skills, why would you take on such a job? There are poor people everywhere in this world. If we want them to be kind to us, we would have to spend all our money to get them to do good."
"Let's go now. Stop playing dirty here. If he's really capable, there won't be many people willing to help him organize an exhibition without him using his heart disease to gain sympathy..."
"Who said he has no ability?" A voice suddenly interrupted.
Qian Fa and Assistant Wang were both stunned for a moment, then turned around and saw a group of students coming out of the back door without them noticing.
Qian Fa asked, "Why are you here?"
Wei Yuanhang said, "I came here to visit, and then I saw you from the window, so I came over to take a look."
Assistant Wang looked at the students who were completely different from Qian Fa and was also full of doubts, "Who are you..."
"We are Ye Anran's classmates, students of the Capital Academy of Fine Arts."
Wei Yuanhang asked, "Do you mean what you just said? As long as we gather fifty good works from the Capital Academy of Fine Arts, you will hold an exhibition for us, and you won't take a commission?"
Assistant Wang had a bad feeling. He said that because he was sure that the money could not be paid. Now, with a student from the Capital Academy of Fine Arts showing up, he didn't dare to make the decision.
He was just thinking about what to say when Manager Hu came out and asked, "What are you doing?"
Qian Fa said with a grin, "Manager Hu, Assistant Wang said he could organize an exhibition for us."
Assistant Wang glared at him angrily and quickly explained to Manager Hu, "No, this scoundrel heard from somewhere that we are going to bid for the Red House Gallery's exhibition in a month."
"When they heard that the venue was free and we would only charge a commission for planning the exhibition, they pestered us and insisted on using Ye Anran's work."
At this point he couldn't help but sneer, "And they're still deciding on a theme for us."
Wei Yuanhang heard this and said, "Then it's not wrong for him to come to you. The Red House Gallery is to attract traffic and build its reputation. Isn't your bidding for this exhibition also to make your company famous?"
"Why can't we consider the topic proposed by Ye Anran?"
Wei Yuanhang said, "Let's put aside everything else and just speak with strength."
"Just follow the conditions that Assistant Wang just mentioned. If we have 50 works from the Capital Academy of Fine Arts and ensure that they are of exhibition quality, then we can hold the exhibition. Is that a promise?"
Manager Hu glanced at Assistant Wang, who thought of something in a hurry and immediately took out the photo Qian Fa had just given him. "Manager Hu, look, his works do have a theme. Not many people paint with this theme. They may not be able to put together a complete work for us."
Manager Hu took a serious look at the photos, then handed them to Wei Yuanhang. "Our bidding will start in a month, so you must come up with 50 works of this theme that are worthy of being exhibited within a month. Can you do it?"
"The level of the exhibition I'm talking about is truly excellent paintings. Don't be fooled by those self-promoted or abstract paintings. Our company has been planning celebrity exhibitions for many years, and we have a good eye for them."
Wei Yuanhang took the photo and took a look at it, hesitating slightly.
For art students, it usually takes several months or even two years to create a work of exhibition quality. In addition, it also has a theme, so it is not easy to collect works now. Wei Yuanhang looked at Qian Fa, wanting to know how many paintings Ye Anran had.
Qian Fa secretly made a two gesture to Wei Yuanhang.
Wei Yuanhang: …
Even he had to admit that this was a real scoundrel.
Xiao Feng suddenly said, "I can draw! My teacher is Zhu Yuanhai, and I also take classes at the Capital Academy of Fine Arts." He looked up and asked Manager Hu, "Is my drawing OK?"
Assistant Wang rolled his eyes and said, "How old are you..."
"Xiao Wang!" Manager Hu interrupted the new assistant and said to Xiao Feng, "Of course you can if your teacher approves."
As one of the top exhibition planners in the industry, Manager Hu was naturally well-informed and knew that Zhu Yuanhai's last disciple was a painting genius.
At Teacher Qingyun's painting exhibition, he also saw with his own eyes how the bigwigs in the circle doted on this child. If he could produce his paintings, no matter what, he would have endorsement.
Then this matter is not out of consideration.
but…
Manager Hu reminded him, "You can't finish 50 paintings in a month by yourself."
"Who said he was just one person?" Wei Yuanhang blurted out, "There's also me! I'll paint too, now!"
"I have exhibited my works before, and I will do my best to show you one this month!"
"Count me in!" Han Juan, the girl next to him, said, "I have works too, and I can also bring my best friend along. She's the top student in her grade, so there's absolutely no problem! I can produce two pieces!"
"I'm coming too! Even though I don't have any works, I'm going to impress you this time!"
"Count me in, too!"
…
Xiao Feng looked up at them with bright eyes, "Brother Wei, Sister Han..."
Wei Yuanhang smiled and said, "Our junior master has set an example, so of course we have to learn from him!"
Xiao Feng hugged him happily and rubbed his waist. Wei Yuanhang rubbed his head and suddenly felt confident. "If we don't have enough, we still have the entire Academy of Fine Arts. I will look for them one by one. I don't believe I can't find fifty works!"
Assistant Wang pursed his lips and blushed.
Manager Hu smiled and said, "Okay, but let me be frank. You only have one month. We will also make our own bidding preparations. If you can't gather 50 works in one month, then our agreement will be void."
Wei Yuanhang said, "You must keep your word!"
Manager Hu looked at Xiao Feng and said, "With your junior master as a witness, you can rest assured."
Xiao Feng was full of doubts. Ning Shaoyun came out and said with a smile, "Yes, let Xiao Feng be your witness. If Manager Hu doesn't keep his word, we will ignore him in the future."
Manager Hu smiled and shook hands with Qian Fa and Wei Yuanhang. "I hope we will have a chance to cooperate."
Qian Fa, who was a scabby guy before, now bit his lips tightly and couldn't say a word. Wei Yuanhang seemed not to notice his red eyes. He patted his shoulder and said to Manager Hu confidently, "Don't worry, we can definitely cooperate!"
"Right, Junior Uncle."
Xiao Feng nodded firmly, "Yes."
—The group of people left from the back door one after another. Xia Mian looked down at Ye Anran, who was squatting beside the pillar with his head buried in his arms. He reached out and touched his head:
“You have to believe that there are many kind people in this world. What they do is not charity, but because some people deserve to be treated kindly.”
She pressed the hot drink into his hands, "Come on, kid, at your age, you should believe in miracles."
After Xia Mian received the call from the fund manager, he went directly to see Manager Hu.
The children have done what they can, so let the adults do the rest!
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