Alpine pasture

Chapter 611
Myers next to him nodded after hearing Mike's words: "Well, I should promote it more. I read these works today and think they are very good, and I feel a little bit."As he spoke, Miles raised his hand and made a slight gesture in front of him.

"Then An's palace will be waiting." Wang Fan smiled. "There are only eleven people who are willing to sign with us. How long do you think they want to talk? I'm afraid they will spend their whole life in An Zi's palace." .

Mike smiled and said, "What's wrong with that? It's better than many painters who live in poverty all their lives and are accepted by the world only after they die. At least they have a stable income now."

Hearing Mike's words, Ju An laughed twice, reached out and patted Mike's shoulder lightly twice: "Mike's words are really good, it suddenly raised my spiritual level a bit, such a Saying that I felt like I was the Medici of China."

Wang Fan covered his chest and coughed a few times after hearing this: "Mike raised you up a little bit, but you really feel that you have directly pulled yourself into the category of Medici, knowing how to write the word shame."As he spoke, he opened his mouth to Ju An and made two embarrassing mouth shapes.

"Why don't you know, I have nothing to do, I will see what the word shame means." Ju An looked at Wang Fan and replied with a smile.

Mike watched the two start bickering, stood up, and then said to Zhao Qifeng: "Go back, there are still a lot of things to work on tomorrow, I also go back to rest."After speaking, he turned to look at Ju An and Wang Fan and said, "Don't ask me to eat at night."

Ju An nodded, watching Mike and Zhao Qifeng walking towards the door, Miles and Wang Fan also stood up, waved at Ju An, and walked out.

In the early morning of the next day, the four of Ju An arrived at the gallery, and the entire gallery had already begun to be decorated. There were also people from the provincial and city TV stations, and there were colorful flags outside the gate, but today was unlucky, the weather It was gloomy early in the morning, but now it was raining lightly outside. Fortunately, the first floor of the gallery was big enough and spacious enough, and the awards ceremony was moved indoors.

When it was about nine o'clock, Zhao Qifeng received a call. Someone notified the leader of the team's arrival. Of course, several investors such as Ju An and Wang Fan would go to the door to welcome the leaders.

Standing at the gate, I watched two police motorcycles clear the way, followed by several Audis, and filed into the gate of the gallery.Looking at the reporters and cameras busy in the light rain, an Audi in the middle of the convoy parked steadily at the door, and the passenger on the co-pilot quickly got out of the car, opened the umbrella and opened the rear door. The 60-year-old, slightly bald leader got out of the car.

The four of them, Ju An and Wang Fan, took two steps, followed the leaders one by one and shook hands. Ju An said, "Welcome to the gallery's awards ceremony."

The leader glanced at Ju An: "Well, you guys did a good job."Gently following Ju An's grip, he pulled out his hand, stretched it out towards Wang Fan, and stopped in mid-air, waiting for Wang Fan to stretch out his hand.

The four of them just stood at the door, shaking hands with the leaders who filed in one by one, and said something like a nutritious welcome.

The awards ceremony isn't those old routines. The main thing is to highlight leaders. Well, there are two white faces like Mike and Miles, and Datong encourages young painters to contribute to spiritual civilization. It's a commonplace. thing.

It was noon before the award was given out. The leaders didn’t stay for dinner, but drove away again. The reporters suddenly disappeared. Those who received the bonus and didn’t sign the contract also left the gallery. The rest of the gallery's employees, and eleven of the gallery's first contracted painters.

After sending off the leader, Ju An turned back to the door, looked up and saw the arrogant painter standing at the door yesterday, still looking at Ju An with a condescending look.

"Is there anything else?" Zhao Qifeng asked this guy.

The man shook his head at Zhao Qifeng, then reached out and pointed at Ju An and said, "I have something to ask him."

Ju An smiled and said, "What's the matter? Go inside and talk about it."

This one shook his head: "Just here, I just want to ask you, is this ranking a bit watery? You are the boss, maybe you are dissatisfied with what I said yesterday or something else, I think I painted the best here. , should be first".

Hearing this, Ju An was stunned for a moment. Is this person a little brainless? Art is the number one thing. I also think Picasso's paintings are not as good as his own daughter Nini.

Looking at the [-]-year-old who slanted his eyes and crossed his arms and looked at himself, Ju An was too lazy to get angry, he laughed twice: "First of all, the painter who won the first prize has not signed a contract with the gallery, so what do you think? This aspect is not true, and I think your paintings are good, but the judges decided the ranking, and none of us interfered. This is completely the judges' own views. If you don't believe these judges, why did you submit the manuscript in the first place If you put it this way, the first prize to the second prize should be signed by the gallery.”

"The judges you paid for, can they ignore your opinion?" This [-] was really out of his mind, and he still didn't believe Ju An's explanation.

Ju An smiled: "Then I'll tell you clearly! I don't care who wins this time, I only care how many people signed with the gallery this time. As for what you said, I'll put you in the third place. In the awards, I can only laugh twice."

"I want to check the judges' votes, this should be fine!" Two hundred and five continued to say to Ju An.

Before he finished speaking, Wang Fan next to him laughed: "Boy! Do you really think you are a person? The whole process of judging the awards is impartial by the notary office. Just check the tickets if you want? Everyone is here. The vote check is suspicious of fairness, we don't do any work, just serve you people."

"Since it is notarized, why are you afraid that I will check the ticket?"

When Ju An heard this, her heart lit up: "If you want to check the ticket, go to the court and apply. Then the judge can do whatever the judge wants, and you can do whatever you want. To be honest, in front of the four of us, you really Not qualified! Don't say that you are not qualified now, even if you have reached the height of Picasso and Dali, I can still ignore you, know why I don't do anything? It's very simple! You are not worth it, can't you understand? I said you don't deserve it now, understand now!".

"You seem to be very good. You only have two stinky money. I don't know how you got it here." Two hundred and five looked at Ju An and said disdainfully.

When Wang Fan heard this, he immediately wanted to walk over. Ju An quickly grabbed Wang Fan's arm, turned to [-] and said, "If my money doesn't stink, I won't bother you."After speaking, Ju An walked directly in front of the [-]-year-old.

Hearing this two hundred and five muttering, Ju An didn't even bother to turn his head back. It was obvious that his brain had been burned out. With this character, he still wanted to sign a gallery?Whoever took your temper, if you are famous, that's all, the gallery doesn't care about you for money's sake. You don't even have a reputation, and who should endure your fucking temper.

A self-righteous look, so good at brainstorming, why not do news comments.You think this is a beauty pageant, buddy. In the end, the top three are all crooked. It's either this relationship or that relationship. It really doesn't matter, just go into the room with the judges. In the end, you can give an explanation. The top three are internal show. The good thing is that you don't know.

Zhao Qifeng took four Juan Miles and met with the young people who had signed contracts with eleven galleries. Everyone sat down in a new conference room. Mike spoke and announced a series of plans for the gallery. Of course, the focus is on the New York gallery exhibition in the middle of next month and next spring. During New York, we will organize the contracted painters to visit the museum. Next summer, everyone can live in the palace of Ju An for a month. Anyway, where is it? Siheyuan is almost done, so let these people go to collect the wind.

They were all young people in their twenties. I heard that I was very happy to be able to hold an exhibition in New York, and it was all public funds, basically without having to pay a penny, and eleven heads chatted with each other enthusiastically.

The meeting naturally ended with the signing of the contract. Zhao Qifeng put away the first batch of contracts from the gallery, and the cheques except the bonus were sent to these people one by one. Go and pick your own studio.

The four of Ju'an went out to eat. When they came back after dinner, they saw that someone could not wait to buy all the furniture. The furniture company was helping a young painter move things into his studio. What a big bed, a desk, etc.

Ju An glanced at him and turned to Wang Fan and said, "This time, it is this scene that makes me happy!".

Just at this time, Zhao Qifeng came over, heard Ju An's words and said with a smile: "This is in a hurry, someone else's furniture will be delivered right away, I want to invite them to dinner, they don't have time to wave the money and run away Furniture City went."

Wang Fan laughed and entered the office. Ju An looked out the window for a while, and sure enough, another furniture company came over to deliver the furniture.

In the evening, Ju An, Miles, and Wang Fan were about to return to the United States when Wang Fan answered the phone and said to Ju An and Miles, "That person really went to court to sue the gallery. Go, to what extent does this person need to be able to do this?".

"If you want to file a lawsuit, let him do it. Maybe our lawyer can get the bonus back, which can reduce our loss a little this time." Miles stretched out his hand and patted the arm of the chair and smiled said.

Ju An and Wang Fan laughed when they heard it. The matter of the lawsuit was naturally handed over to Wang Fan. It didn't take much. Wang Fan made a phone call to a lawyer, and then followed some people to make a few calls. , This lawsuit is not difficult at all. Painting is such an idealistic thing, the main preference is for the judges. If the judges like it, then you are good, and if they don't like you, it is not good.

(End of this chapter)