My travels can open treasure chests

Chapter 192 Is it the real level or a flash in the pan?

Back to the hotel by car, there was a young man in a suit on the steps at the door.

Is it Jack who called me earlier?
There was no one else around who seemed to be waiting for someone, so Han Qi walked towards him.

They were trembling with their arms in their arms, how pitiful.

The temperature today is not as high as the previous few days.

There was such a heavy rain yesterday, even if it was to save face from God, the temperature would remain low for several days.Today, most of those who come to Helsinki wearing such clothes are foreigners.And it's the kind of foreigner who stays soon.

The man looked left and right, saw Han Qi approaching, and hurried to meet him.

"Mr. Han?"

Before Jack came, he got Han Qi's information from Dale, and it's not hard to find, you can find it by searching on Youtube.

So he recognized Han Qi's face.

"Well, it's me. I've been waiting for a long time, why don't you go in and sit down?"

There is a reception room on the first floor of the hotel, and there is also a sofa in the lobby. After entering, at least he will not suffer from the cold like he is now.

"I want to stand outside and see me first when you come back. Is that the painting you are holding?"

"En." Han Qi nodded, handed the painting tube to Jack, and said, "Wait a little longer, I'll go with you."

Jack's eyes widened, but his hands were steady, and he firmly grasped the strap of the painting tube.

"Mr. Han, are you going to the gallery too?"

"Yeah, Dale didn't tell you?"

"No...no."

Jack's bright eyes were a little confused. He was thinking that if Han Qi was going to the gallery, what would he be doing here?
Care for the painter to go to the shop?
He has just started working, and this is the first time his boss has sent him abroad to work.He thought that the boss valued him, so he came here in a suit to freeze to death, but he didn't expect that he was just sent here to do odd jobs.

Jack's enthusiasm was dispelled a lot.

Seeing that he was not moving, Han Qi pulled him into the hotel, pointed to the sofa not far away and said, "Just sit there for a while, and I will go up and get the things and come down. I have already packed them, so don't waste time." Yes. You should also warm up by the way, don’t get sick in such a cold day.”

The room is still warm.

Jack's cold heart began to warm a little.

Seeing that he had already passed, Han Qi turned around and got on the elevator.

After calling Dale yesterday, Han Qi packed her luggage, and now she went into the room to take another look to make sure nothing was forgotten, and then closed the door and went downstairs.

There are two suitcases alone, but one of them is a travel bag disguised as a suitcase. It has wheel components and can be dragged away after being installed.In addition, there is a large travel bag, which is the kind that backpackers often carry, and it is very tall.

The thick clothes take up the most space, other than that are the painting tools, and there are some miscellaneous things.

Han Qi walked into the elevator with this pile of things, and suddenly realized.

No wonder Dale insisted on sending someone to pick her up yesterday when she said to go by herself. Did she expect this scene?

so amazing!

Han Qi showed joy on his face.

This old-fashioned elevator is very slow but very stable, and there is no feeling at all when it is moving, and it dings when it reaches the first floor.

He enthusiastically shouted to Jack who was sitting on the sofa:

"Jack!"

It wasn't until he shouted that he felt something was wrong.

Fuck, a tribute to the Titanic?

However, there are quite a few people with this name in the West. Trieste has a friend named Jack.However, whether it was introduced at the beginning or Han Qi called him later, he always used Norwegian, and the pronunciation was different, so he didn't think about it. Today is the first time he calls Jack in English.

But he quickly put the question behind him.

"Mr. Han, is it so fast?"

"I said that the luggage is packed, right? Let's go."

Han Qi walked in front, wondering if Jack would help him share a suitcase, but obviously Jack didn't think about this problem, instead he ran in front of Han Qi, stretched his neck and looked into the distance, then turned to him and said .

"Mr. Han, a car is coming, shall we take a taxi?"

"……Correct."

In fact, things are not heavy, probably because of the increase in strength, but he wants to be lazy.

Forget it, it's all my own stuff, so I don't feel too embarrassed to ask others for help.He was thinking purely in his mind.If Jack really asked to help him get something just now, Han Qi felt that he would not even agree.

Get in the car and walk towards the airport.

Jack sat in the hotel for a while, and now he was in the car again. He felt warmer and let out a comfortable breath.

He looked at Han Qi from the corner of his eye.

This person is so young, he should be about the same age as me, right?

Jack also studied painting, otherwise he wouldn't work in a gallery.

I have been painting for more than ten years from elementary school to university, and now I am just an apprentice. Is this person capable of putting paintings in the gallery?
Rouva Dell is the best gallery in Norway. This is not unrelated to the fact that the boss can make friends. At the beginning of its establishment, it has acquired many works of well-known contemporary painters.And with these paintings as a base, capable painters will naturally send the paintings to Rouva Dell.

After so many years of operation, the gallery no longer accepts delivered paintings. Basically, the boss and friends invite paintings.

So, this Asian guy was also invited by Ms. Dale?

Ms. Dale is very discerning, so Jack is not very jealous, but he is curious what Han Qi's painting will look like.He looked down at the painting tube he was holding, and squeezed the strap tightly again, his palms were sweating.

No matter what kind of painting, it is definitely not ordinary for Dale to value it and put it on display in the gallery.

He didn't speak, and Han Qi didn't know how to talk for a while, so the atmosphere in the car was a bit dull.It was the driver who started the conversation, and then Han Qi chatted with the driver master along the way, and finally the driver started teaching Han Qi to speak Finnish.

Han Qi learned a few words of Finnish.

The main thing is to learn a few words how to praise the girl, and the two chatted happily.

Arriving at the airport, Han Qi recited a sentence taught by the driver to get off the car, checked in a lot of things on his body, and boarded the plane with ease.

When Han Qi saw the stewardess, he subconsciously wanted to say that, but he held back.

No, can't say.

Who knows if the driver was joking.

Han Qi likes to teach foreign friends he knows to speak Chinese. Now teaching foreigners to swear is no longer effective. Huaxia Guoqu sometimes uses it when two foreigners quarrel. It feels like Chinese people quarrel and scold each other. .

He likes to teach... Hello, I'm Two Hundred Five.

I don't know if that group of people will go online and say that to the Huaxia people, but the scene is very interesting just thinking about it.

The plane was going straight to Bergen. After landing, Jack said, "I'll go to the parking lot and drive. Just wait for me in the aisle in front. I'll be here in five minutes."

Han Qi agreed.

Han Qi didn't want to carry the luggage with him all the time. Anyway, he was going back to China tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. It was inconvenient to carry so many things all the time, so he simply left them at the airport, and when he was about to leave, he came over and signed for the luggage directly.

However, there is also a formality for depositing. It was already 5 minutes after Han Qi walked out of the airport, and Jack leaned against the front of the car to smoke.

Seeing Han Qi approaching, he pinched his cigarette and opened the car door for Han Qi.

"Sorry, I still have some formalities to go through inside, so I came out a little late."

Jack smiled and said, "How long is it? As long as it's not so cold, the weather in Finland is too weird. It's only an hour's flight, but it's so much colder than Bergen."

"The main reason is that it rained the day before."

"It's been raining in Bergen recently, either in the morning or in the afternoon. Get on the handlebars. I guess the boss is waiting." Jack shrugged and returned to the driving seat.

After Han Qi got into the car, he continued, "Anyway, it's always going to rain."

"Well, where are you from?" Han Qi asked.

"Stavanger, not very far from the capital."

"Oh, I've been to that place, and the scenery is beautiful. You are also a student of painting, right? I always feel that it is easy to produce artists in places like that, either writers or painters. It is too easy to stimulate the desire to create."

"Haha, you have been there, where have you been?"

The unopened chatterbox has been opened in Norway, and sure enough, people are more cheerful when they are in a place they are familiar with.

It is not the first time for Han Qi to come to Bergen, but it is the first time to visit Rouva Dell Gallery.

The boss, Del Gladys, has already had many phone calls with Han Qi, especially when she first asked for a draft, knowing that Han Qi was already creating a new work, Del Gladys called Han Qi almost every day to get close, Topics are not limited to painting.

A very talkative and caring person, this is Han Qi's impression of Delgladys.

That's why Han Qi agreed to put this painting in her gallery for free exhibition, and this can be regarded as a platform.The profession of painters seems to be a high-income group like doctors and lawyers, but 70.00% of them are unable to make money with their own skills.

Especially those who study oil painting.

But even so, oil painting is also at the top of the chain of contempt.

For Han Qi, no matter what his hobbies or occupations are.

It is a good job to make money.

After driving for more than half an hour, from the airport to the city of Bergen, the air in this city is always full of moisture.According to Huaxia, one side of water and soil nurtures one side of people, and the girls here must look very juicy.

I made a call to Trieste, unfortunately she was on a business trip.

Turned to chat, hesitated for a moment, and sent a message to the little princess.

"Here we are," Jack said.

Open the door and get off the car, and there is an arch in front of you, a little over one meter wide and three meters high.

This kind of arch has a very classical style, just like the iron gate of a castle.

Open the door and enter into an upward corridor. The whole body is clean and white. There are paintings hanging on the walls on both sides all the way up. The style is relatively fresh. Han Qi can see that the paintings on both sides are drawn by the same person, but the content is different. There are portraits. Objects, streams of consciousness, lots and lots.

Knowing that this is the first time for Han Qi to come here, Jack introduced to Han Qi while walking up, "This is all drawn by our boss."

"Very good." Han Qi said.

He walked more slowly, walking up while looking at the painting.

Jack stood waiting for him too, and said:
"We also think it's very good, but the paintings here are actually selected by the boss. They think they are relatively ordinary and don't want to sell some paintings. But she is reluctant to destroy them, so they hang them here as decorations."

"Are these leftovers?"

"Correct."

amazing.

It’s against my will to draw this thing. If I like it, I like it. If I don’t like it, I won’t like it no matter how many times I see it.For some professional painters, as long as they correctly complete a piece of work that they want to draw in their hearts, it is not a failure, and there will always be someone who knows how to appreciate and like it.

Han Qi liked one of the landscape paintings, and it hung on the wall at the corner of the stairs.

There is very little content inside. The main body is a small house by the sea, which is built on stones, and there are tall mountain flowers nearby as the foreground.

This small house standing alone on the rock is like a building block left on the edge of a cliff, inadvertently embedded in nature.

While standing admiringly, a familiar voice behind said to Han Qi:
"I painted this in England, in 1998, when I was very young."

Han Qi turned around abruptly.

Dale?

This is a woman who looks only in her thirties. She looks very young now, showing no signs of aging at all.It may be that she often stays indoors. She is dressed very refreshingly. The top is a long gray shirt with flowers similar to silk, and the hem is tied into a knot.The trousers are high-waist trousers, and there is a scarf of the same color as the clothes around the neck.

But judging by the thickness of the scarf, the decorative effect must be greater than the actual effect. Her hair is short, almost as short as Han Qi's, and her lips are painted black.

Han Qi said: "You are exactly as I imagined."

Dale walked up to Han Qi, looked him up and down unabashedly, and finally said: "Then you are different, younger than I imagined... and more handsome. Your girlfriend is right, you He is an oriental person who can be remembered at a glance."

When Jack saw the boss coming, he gave her the painting tube he had been carrying all along.

Dale frowned and said, "You just use this for painting?"

"Yes, do you want to see it?"

Dale nodded and said, "Of course, I'm looking forward to seeing your work again, but it's definitely not here, let's go, come into my office, it's brighter over there."

They haven't officially entered the gallery yet, the staircase just leads to Rouva Dell, the entire corridor is actually just the entrance, there are no windows around it, and the lighting depends on a series of small lights at the top of the stairs.

Soft and bright, but after all, there is no natural light to look comfortable.

Turn a corner and go upstairs, turn another, and walk up three stairs to see the real gallery.

The door they used to go upstairs was from the side, so what they saw after going upstairs was a long corridor with a curvature, and because of the curvature, Han Qi couldn't see how long the corridor was, only knew The sides are very wide, and even a sofa table can be placed in the middle, but it doesn't feel awkward at all.

Many paintings can be seen on the walls on both sides, and there is a nameplate introducing the origin of the painting below.

The corridor is very bright, because one side is against the street, except for the necessary load-bearing, it is almost full of windows, but there are also some paintings between the windows.Han Qi took a few glances, then turned his attention to the other wall.

Here is the real level.

Following Dale into an office, she put on her gloves and then slowly took out the painting from the painting tube.

She was so excited that she didn't dare to open it for a while.

Dale hoped to see the surprising use of color that she saw last time, but was afraid that it was just a flash of inspiration from Han Qi.

(End of this chapter)