My travels can open treasure chests

Chapter 196 World Class Painter

Good job, Dale thought.

She saw that Han Qi wanted to stay here to listen to the evaluation, so she planned to go back to the office first.

Once the painting is exhibited, there is bound to be a lot waiting to be done.

For example, among the visitors, there are a few acquaintances who have been winking at him, and motioned to Dale to go to the side for a chat.Without even thinking about it, she could guess that she wanted to reserve Han Qi's painting in advance.

Newcomer, first exhibition.

Such a painting will have a unique meaning in the future, and it will be more than two to three times more valuable than the second and third works.But there must be a prerequisite for such advance collection, that is, you must have a unique vision to see clearly which painters are worth investing in and which painters are short-lived.

Dale and Han Qi exchanged in a low voice, and then said loudly: "Everyone!"

Many people looked back, but only a few people were completely fascinated by the painting. The sounds from the outside world were meaningless to them. Before they finished admiring the painting, it might be difficult to wake them up with sound alone.

"Please allow me to introduce the author of this painting, Han from China, Mr. Han Qi."

"Huaxia people?"

"Hello, Mr. Han Qi, your work is really amazing."

"Yes, there is nothing wrong with what Ms. Dale said yesterday. You may really be able to lead the color revolution of modern oil painting."

"Han, you are Han? Your paintings are amazing."

Many people came towards Han Qi, some directly asked to buy the painting, some approached him.The tone was as if Han Qi had long been a well-known painter, and these people had already heard about Han Qi from various sources.

But it was actually the first time they heard Han Qi's name.

It's quite a feeling that Chinese people meet each other for the first time and hold each other's fists together.

Who says foreigners are rude?

This is too polite.

Han Qi got to know them one by one. Dale had reminded Han Qi before that if he wanted to sell the paintings for a good price, he would definitely get to know these people.Han Qi also discovered that the people here are either big collectors or big bosses, and there are some people sent out by the big bosses to check the situation.

The paintings in this gallery are worth millions if you just pick one.

Ordinary entrepreneurs, who may only have a few million in their entire wealth, will not be so concerned about the things in this gallery.

During the chat, those who were fascinated by the painting gradually got rid of that obsessive state. They heard from acquaintances that Han Qi was the author of this painting, and they rushed to Han Qi with a flushed face to say hello. to idol-like.

Han Qi is now immune to this kind of look, and it is normal to take photos with them and sign autographs.

He is no stranger to things like fans.

They were kind of restrained. Han Qi met even crazier fans in Huaxia, and the existence of those girls was also the reason why Han Qi didn't want to release more songs in China.Now he has an unreleased song "One Meat and One Vegetarian", and there are eight other blue song exchange volumes.

The Mediterranean uncle who came in first asked, "Han, do you have any other works?"

"All the ones used for practice were destroyed, and there are very few complete ones."

In fact, Han Qi has only two complete works so far, and only Dale knows where the second one is.

It was she who framed Han Qi's first work a month ago.

Compared with the current set of "Karl Johan Street", she prefers the classical oil painting brought by Trieste, named "Beauty by the Lake" by Han Qi. She thinks that is what Han Qi really put his heart into. A real masterpiece.

She was a little envious of that woman.

Skodali, an old Norwegian nobleman, is different from Ingrid and their royal family.Skodali started business very early and is now a wine tycoon that can be counted in the whole of Norway. The Antonio Brewery he created specializes in brewing Viking beer, which is exported to many overseas countries.

Dafelix Stone, a Russian, immigrated to Norway 50 years ago. He is a big landowner in Bergen, and one-third of the entire city of Bergen belongs to him.Like oil painting, printmaking, watercolor painting, opened a private museum of his own in Bergen.

He is also the person who most hopes to collect Han Qi's painting, and offered Han Qi a price of 200 million euros, saying that he would put it in his house to dry and collect it, and then bring it back for oiling next year.

But Han Qi had already signed this painting in Dale's gallery, so there was no way to sell it.

But at this price, Han Qi is very excited.

Han Qi asked: "I still have a work in progress, which also describes the scenery of Norway. Do you still need it?"

Daphne Lexton pondered for a while, and said: "I like your style very much, but to be honest, I can't judge what your second work is like, or I just said, I am very worried about your future work." Paintings are not up to that standard.”

He pointed to the painting on the wall.

If he is willing to collect this painting by Han Qi, first of all he values ​​Dale. Dale likes this painting very much, which means that this painting must not be bad.In addition, this is Han Qi's first work, and I also like this painting very much.

With so many conditions put together, he was willing to pay such a high price.

For a newcomer, it is simply a sky-high price.

As for what will happen to Han Qi in the future, who can tell? He can invest in things he can see, but he will not make any promises for things he hasn't seen yet.

Han Qi nodded and said, "Thank you for your appreciation."

What he said was sharp, but reasonable.

A few paintings at the beginning of my debut can't explain too many problems. Whether it will last for a long time depends on whether I can withstand the pressure in the follow-up and release a pair of works that are better and more liked and sought after by more people.

The next day, Han Qi was preparing to go home and was packing things at the hotel.

Anyway, the paintings won’t be sold for a while, so I have to go next year, so I’ll come over next year to have a look. It’s no fun to stay in Norway.

Hearing the knock on the door, Han Qi went to open the door.

"Mr. Duffelix Stone?"

"Well, Han, are you leaving now?"

This big boss has the mighty appearance of a fighting nation. He is taller and stronger than Han Qi. It is estimated to be 1.9 meters five. Standing at the door is particularly intimidating, but he is not bad, more real and down-to-earth, without Han Qi In my impression, the super rich look like that.

"Yes, catch the plane tomorrow morning." Han Qi hurriedly invited him in.

Daphne Lixstone waved his hand and told the bodyguards to wait outside the door before he walked in and sat on the sofa.

"Han, you are in a hurry. You only met so many people yesterday, and you have so many fans who like your works. Are you leaving tomorrow?"

"No way, I have something to do when I go home. Do you want coffee or milk?"

"A glass of milk is fine. You live in a nice place. Is there a coffee machine?"

Han Qi came over with two bottles of milk and said with a smile, "There is no coffee machine, but there is a refrigerator here."

Daphne Lexton took the milk and said straight to the point:
"There is a reception tomorrow night, which I specially prepared for you, and many people will come. Can I postpone my departure for a day? I praised you very much to them, and you must give me face."

"Drinking party?"

"That's right, the reception is all friends from the oil painting industry, you will definitely feel that this trip is worthwhile."

Han Qi agreed.

He wasn't in a hurry, he could go back anytime, since Daphne Lexstone had invited him, he could stay one more day.

After all, this boss has ordered Han Qi's painting, and will buy "Daytime on Karl Johan Street" at a price of 200 million euros seven months later. It is the biggest patron Han Qi has ever met so far. This face must be given.

And Han Qi was quite curious, what would this European wine party look like?

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hot! !

too hot!
Han Qi stood in a corner of the hall, surrounded by many people, some people wanted to ask Han Qi how to match that color, some wanted to offer Han Qi a cup, get to know each other, chat, There are also people in charge of paint brands who want to sell their own paints to Han Qi.

Drinks were exchanged, and compliments continued.

It was the first time for Han Qi to hear so much flattery when he grew up. He had only felt this kind of discomfort in front of an insurance salesman before.

My body is also uncomfortable, my feet hurt a little, and I have been standing for too long.

But it was too hot on the sofa, and as soon as he sat down, there were still many women who kept pressing on Han Qi.

Fortunately, there was a window here, and a little cool breeze could barely blow in, which kept Han Qi awake.

This morning, he specifically asked Daphne Lexstone if he needed to wear formal clothes, but he said that he could wear anything as long as he felt comfortable.

That's right, Han Qi saw a painter who even came in pajamas and slippers.He also has works in Dale's gallery. He is a local Norwegian painter who bought a house in Bergen and paints and grows vegetables at home every day.

The name is Osiri, a friend Han Qi just met, and his temper is very appetizing to Han Qi.

After all, there are only two freaks in the hall, one is Osiri in pajamas, and the other is Han Qi in woolen vest.

Who knows what kind of reception you have to turn on such a strong heater?

Bergen has been hot and cold recently, sometimes above zero and sometimes below zero, but no matter how you say it is still very cold, Han Qi naturally wears three pieces of clothes when going out, a shirt, a woolen sweater, and a windbreaker.

If you go shopping outside, Han Qi is still wearing thin clothes.

But not here.

The people here, women are all wearing summer clothes, such as long black skirts, midriff-baring outfits, backless outfits, and men are wearing shirts or short sleeves.Anyway, the benchmark is summer, and then it is how it looks.

Han Qi finally understood.

Oh, so this is a reception?

The rows of hangers at the entrance were originally used in this way.

Han Qi regretted it.

You shouldn't be wearing a windbreaker. Wouldn't it be good to just put a coat on the inside of the shirt?
Say goodbye to the people around you and leave the hall, and go up the spiral staircase to the second-floor rooftop for a breeze.

There are many rooms on both sides of this corridor. When passing by, he could hear the melodious sounds coming from inside. Coupled with the lighting in the hall and the catalysis of alcohol, Han Qi felt a little dizzy, so he quickly walked away. to the rooftop.

One step out, as if falling from heaven to earth.

A little lost, but very real.

The noise in the hall behind him could not be heard clearly, and the sound in the room was even more unclear. What could be heard were the occasional roar of cars passing by on the road outside, and the sound of a couple arguing on the street in the distance.

Looking up, there are countless small light bulbs hanging in the dark blue night sky, flickering and mocking Han Qi's escape.

"Hey."

Han Qi turned around and saw that it was Osiri.

It was the painter who came to the reception in sleepiness. When Daphne Lexstone introduced him, he said that he was the successor of Post-Impressionism.

Very young, only 35.

Han Qi turned to the street again, and said, "I don't call you hello, I'm Han Qi, why are you here too? Aren't you discussing life with those girls?"

"How can playing with them be as interesting as painting? I went to see your painting today, and it's really good."

"Thank you for the compliment, yours is not bad either."

Unlike Han Qi’s paintings, which must be viewed in a gallery, there are a lot of Osiri’s paintings on the Internet. They belong to relatively high-yield painters, but their works are mixed. The good ones are very popular, and the bad ones can only be sold at low prices to fans or Ordinary gallery.

"Ha, of course, I still have this confidence. Let's go and talk about painting. How did you draw such a good combination of several styles? I'm really curious."

Han Qi pressed the bridge of his nose and said with some headache:

"Another day, I'm not feeling well right now."

"how?"

"I'm not used to it," Han Qi said with a sigh,
"Ms. Dale mentioned the value of this painting to me a few days ago. But I really didn't expect someone to pay more than 1000 million for my painting. You must know that my total net worth is only 100 million, so... no It’s too hard to believe, it’s like a dream.”

Osiri laughed a few times, and then said seriously: "Actually, I didn't expect a newcomer's painting to sell for this price, but I went to the gallery to see it, and it was worth it."

He patted Han Qi on the shoulder and said:
"Brother, you should be most grateful to Dale. She has given you a lot of publicity for free. I even wonder if you are her illegitimate child. But this is a good thing and a bad thing, you understand me mean?"

"En," Han Qi nodded.

This is an expectation, what Dale expects of herself.

It is an expectation that can only succeed and cannot fail.

For Han Qi, this must be a good thing, because the profession of a painter has been systematized, and he can only get help from various future professions, and it is impossible to paint worse and worse.

Alright, since everyone has accepted the system, why can't they accept a little more world-class honor.

World class painter.

Well, sure enough, childhood sweethearts are not as good as heaven, and painting has entered the international stage one step ahead of singers.

Osiri felt that what Han Qi needed was quietness, so he didn't ask Han Qi to chat with him, flicked the cigar in his mouth downstairs, and said as he walked to the hall: "Relax and enjoy life, I will follow your What you see in the painting is not self-pity, you are leaving tomorrow, right? I will see you off."

After speaking, he disappeared from Han Qi's field of vision, and probably went to the lobby to find a girl again.

Han Qi smiled helplessly and shook his head.

The quarreling couples in the street have left and are now empty again.Han Qi took off his sweater, not thinking about how much he paid for it, and flung it towards the trash can on the street.

　Pick tea, pick tea!How can you be so depraved!Have you forgotten the update plan you made earlier?

　　The Master said: "I examine myself three times a day." This can't go on like this!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)