Entertainment, I am a great artist

At ten o'clock in the morning, Fang Yi's phone rang.

Fang Yi accepted it in a daze.

Zhang Jianguo's voice sounded over there, "Fang Yi, the air ticket has been arranged for you. You can go to Mengzhou this afternoon."

"Mengzhou?"

Fang Yi was shocked.

"Yes, I have already explained to the other side. If you rush over today, someone will receive you. Remember, I want them to let everyone in Blue Star pay attention to them through the Lantern Festival Gala."

"Snapped!"

The phone hangs up.

Fang Yi shook his head, only to realize that the Chen Jiu beside him had woken up.

The little girl poked Fang Yi's chest with her hands, but her lips were so pouted that they could hang on the oil bottle.

"Hey, are you leaving like this?"

"Isn't that what Director Zhang meant?" Fang Yi was a little guilty. Although he finally reined in last night, he slept with her all night, what the hell is that?

This is the standard equipment only for scumbags!
"I don't care, I will follow." Chen Jiu wrapped his long legs around him again, "Otherwise, I don't want you to go."

"Mother at home is waiting for you to go back." Fang Yi had no choice but to persuade, "Besides, I have already made an agreement with Tianfu that the next filming of "Meeting in Nine Eighth" will be on the agenda soon, and you also need to go to Luzhou Let's shoot."

"Then when are you coming back?"

"Before the Lantern Festival, I must hurry back to Luzhou."

"Pull the hook and seal, otherwise it's a puppy."

……

After coaxing for a long time, the little girl was finally coaxed.

Get up and wash up!
An hour later, Fang Yi returned to the TV station.

Under the arrangement of Director Zhang, there was also his cousin, Zhang Yibo, who went to Mengzhou this time.

It is Fang Yi's guide.

In addition, Shi Man'an and Zeng Qiongman were also accompanying.

Shi Man'an had made an agreement with Fang Yi long ago, but Zeng Qiongman took the initiative to make a request with Zhang Jianguo.

Of course, with Zeng Qiongman as a helper, Fang Yi is also very happy.

At least, there are helpers in guiding the children.

Everyone took a car and rushed all the way to the airport, checked their tickets and boarded the plane. After a while, the plane roared into the sky.

Because it was the first day of junior high school, there were not many people on the plane.

Shi Man'an sat with Zeng Qiongman, and Fang Yi sat with Zhang Yibo.It would take several hours to fly to Mengcheng, so Fang Yi simply closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Last night, when I fell asleep, I was really late and tired!
Sleeping soundly, suddenly there was a dispute on the plane.

"Hey, my stuff costs at least a few million dollars. If you pay a few hundred dollars, you can just forget about it. How can it be done?"

"Sir, this incident is not our fault. For precious items like yours, you should at least quote for consignment."

"Consignment?" The voice of the other party became louder and louder, "I took it with me, and you broke it. Didn't the consignment crumble into pieces? I don't care. Each of you should pay at least 100 million yuan."

Fang Yi couldn't help turning his head to look, and saw a stewardess standing next to Zeng Qiongman, arguing with a fat man.

"What's wrong?" Fang Yi couldn't help frowning.

"Sir, you also come to comment." The stewardess was obviously a little helpless, and looked at Fang Yi, "This gentleman took a jar and said it was worth several million..."

In the stewardess' narration, Fang Yi finally understood the ins and outs.

It turned out that the fat man brought a jar on the plane.

It was fine.

However, when the stewardess delivered the drink just now, the fat man happened to be holding the jar in his hand.

As a result, Zeng Qiongman who was next to him just got up to go to the toilet and touched the flight attendant, and the drink in the flight attendant's hand was poured onto the other's can.

The painting on the jar was instantly ruined.

Fatty is not forgiving.

Millions of jars?

Fang Yi frowned and looked at it. At this moment, the fat man's can was placed on the dining car. It was colorful and mixed with various fuels. However, Fang Yi could still see that what the other party was holding was blue and white.

However, this porcelain is only a semi-finished product.

Blue and white colors are underglaze colors.

That is to say, it is necessary to fire the embryo first, continue to draw patterns on it, and then re-glaze it and fire it in the kiln.

I don't know where this fat man found this semi-finished product?

Fang Yi frowned.

"Hey, friend, your jar is only a few thousand dollars at most, where did you get the millions?"

"You know a hammer." Fatty suddenly stood up, "I am blue and white, and I bought it from Luzhou at a high price. Do you know what the current market price is?"

"How much?" Fang Yi really didn't know.

The fat man rolled his eyes, "Boy, let me tell you, Qingfeng's five colors of blue and white have already fetched tens of millions of dollars. Although mine is not his work, it is the work of his apprentice."

"apprentice?"

"Yes, it's Qingfeng's most famous apprentice, Yan Shu."

"Yan Shu?" Fang Yi thought for a long time before he remembered that he had indeed taught such an apprentice and even painted her a picture on porcelain.

"Yes, it is Yan Shu. Yan Shu's work "Zhang Chang's Thrush" willow vase was sold at an auction a few days ago for a sky-high price of 800 million. Although this is a semi-finished product, I ask them to pay 100 million each. It’s still a discounted price.”

While talking, the fat man pointed to the stewardess, Shi Man'an and Zeng Qiongman.

Shi Man'an didn't care, but the faces of the stewardess and Zeng Qiongman changed.

After all, both of them were migrant workers, so even if they sold themselves, they wouldn't be worth 100 million yuan.

Fang Yi frowned.

If Yan Shu's willow vase really sold for 800 million yuan, the fat man's price would be 300 million yuan, which is really not too much.

However, everyone can't afford to pay.

"Hey, can I have a look?" Fang Yi pointed at Liu Ping.

"How can I do that?" Although the painting was destroyed, the fat man still hugged the willow vase, "How can I let you see such a precious thing, but I won't cheat you, there is indeed Yan Shu on it sign."

The fat man was holding the porcelain bottle, revealing a money at the bottom.

Sure enough, there was Yan Shu's signature on it.

Fang Yi had seen Yan Shu's signature before, but he recognized it at a glance. The signature was not fake.

"Brother Xiaoyi, what should we do now?" Zeng Qiongman panicked.

"What should I do? Lose money." The fat man shrugged, "If you don't have money, you can go to work in my factory. In short, it won't work if you lose 100 million."

Seeing the fat man's reluctance, Fang Yi couldn't help shaking his head.

"Forget it, I'll ask Yan Shu to draw another picture for you." Fang Yi took out the phone.

"Ask Yan Shu to draw me a picture? Do you know who Yan Shu is? He is the new favorite in the ceramics industry in Luzhou. How can you listen to you, a little boy..."

Fang Yi was too lazy to talk to the fat man.

Although, according to aviation regulations, phone calls are not allowed on the plane.

But amidst the fat man's dispute, Fang Yi had no choice but to turn on the phone and connect to Yan Shu's call.

"Teacher Qingfeng." Yan Shu's voice rang through the phone.

"Hey, Yan Shu, did you sell a fat man a willow bottle?" Fang Yi asked.

"Well, the other party is the owner of a ceramic art factory in Mengzhou. He pestered me for a week. I had no choice but to draw a semi-finished product for him." Yan Shu said.

"Now that the painting is ruined, you can find some time and draw another one for him."

"Okay, I'll contact him now."