My travels can open treasure chests

Chapter 197 High profile and low profile

Daphne Lexton was in a room on the second floor, watching Han Qi below dealing with the guests he had invited, with approval in his eyes.

This lad can do it, and Biosili knows how to be a man.

The secretary was a little jealous of Han Qi's good luck, and said in a sour tone: "This guy is really lucky, to meet such a nice person as the boss, to spend so much money on paintings, and to make such a big painting for him." Party."

Dafelix closed the curtains, looked at the secretary's graceful figure, and was in a good mood.

"The layout is small."

The secretary couldn't understand, showing a very cute expression, Daphne Lexton laughed
"You think I'm helping him? Wrong, it's a win-win situation!"

"what?"

How can this be a win-win?
That kid named Han won twice?

Daphne Lexton stood up and took his hat, ready to go downstairs to socialize. Before leaving, he said to the secretary: "This is a question I asked you. I think, you can't just be a vase by my side."

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Because of the many friends, Han Qi's departure date from Norway was constantly postponed, and it was not until April [-] that he found a chance to return to China.

Bergen International Airport

Many people came to send Han Qi off, and more than half of them were new fans of Han Qi. They found out from somewhere that Han Qi was going back to China today, so they gathered spontaneously and went to the airport to give Han Qi a gift.

This group of people is the most unique among Han Qi's fans.

They are older, and the youngest are over 30 years old, with high education and rich family property.

After all, oil painting is a kind of art, and most people in modern society are running around for a living, raising cars, houses and children, chasing singers and movie stars is okay, but chasing painters is a bit powerless.

So, if you really like oil painting, and therefore appreciate a painter, your family must have a lot of money.

Dale and Osiri stood in front of Han Qi.

Han Qi bid them farewell and said, "I'm really leaving. I didn't expect that you two busy people would actually have time to see me off. There's no need. I'll be here soon."

Dale said: "If I don't come to send you off, you will be angry, what will you do if you give the work to other people in the future?"

"Haha, it makes sense, it makes sense." Osiri said with a smile, "Han, in the future, your paintings should be placed in other galleries, not Dale's, or my paintings will not be easy to sell."

Han Qi's oil paintings are now the new favorites in the gallery, and almost all eyes are on the painting "Daytime". In contrast, Osiri's paintings have received less attention.

But Osiri was just joking, he didn't care if the painting could be sold now.The money he earned in the first half of his life was enough for him to spend the rest of his life in debauchery and live a life of doing whatever he wanted.

After chatting for a while, Han Qi checked the time.

"I really have to go, don't you want me to miss the boarding time, good evening and drag me to some salon?"

Han Qi was very skeptical, because this was not the first time this kind of thing had happened.

The first time was done by Osiri, who refused to allow Han Qi to board the plane. He had no choice but to cancel the flight a few days ago.Stayed in Bergen to attend a salon organized by Osiris.

Well, although all the people who came here were painters with varying degrees of fame, it was definitely not a painting salon.

Dale knew about this, and said with a smile, "How could that be."

She asked her assistant to give Han Qi the things she brought over: "I'll give you a gift. It's my own painting. It's definitely not as good as yours. Don't dislike it."

"Ms. Dale, don't make such jokes. I like your works very much. I have admired the paintings in the corridor by the side door many times." Han Qi said, "You gave me this one, have I seen it? "

Dale stretched out her slender fingers to her mouth and shook them.

"secret."

Han Qi smiled and carried the painting on his back.

"Okay, I really have to go, see you another day."

Han Qi waved to the crowd, and those who came to see Han Qi off also waved.

He quite likes fans like this, they are not crazy, not noisy, and the gift is useful, it is a set of old Dutch handmade oil paints, the price on the market is a bit inflated, it is very expensive, and the supply is in short supply.

But it works.

On the plane, Han Qi took the painting out of the painting tube.

It's you!

This oil painting is half a cliff and half an ocean, and the ground is divided into rocks and green grass. A small house stands alone on the rock, like a modern man who has strayed into nature by mistake, which is very eye-catching.

From the side door of the gallery, you can see many of Dale's previous works, and this one is Han Qi's favorite.

Unexpectedly, she gave it to me directly.

The plane changed planes in France, and then flew directly to Rongcheng.

Han Qi walked out with his things. He originally wanted to find a car to go to the hotel, but as soon as he came out, he saw a man holding a sign with his name on it. He was a man in his 30s and [-]s in a suit.

I?
Probably not looking for me.

Those girls who are so powerful will never know that I am coming back today.

This matter is not impossible, but it is too troublesome. I have to go over the wall to Norway to find news about Han Qi. I will guess the flight number after knowing that Han Qi is back today, and I have to consider the connecting flight.

What kind of fans are you with this ability? Why not do something?
Han Qi ignored it, and was about to walk out of the airport to look for a car outside, but the man saw Han Qi, hesitated to catch up, and asked, "Excuse me, is this Mr. Han Qi?"

Really looking for me?
Han Qi looked back at him, without taking off his mask, and asked, "Who are you?"

Is it really him?
Chen Weihua was overjoyed, put away the sign and took out a business card.

"My name is Chen Weihua. I own a gallery. I'm sorry to meet you in this way. I've prepared a car. I'll take you where you want to go. Let's talk in the car."

Han Qi was a little vigilant, and said: "It's better, who told you."

"I used to study painting in Sweden. Recently, many friends asked me if I knew you. I searched for a lot of news about you. I'm sorry to disturb you, but please believe that I have no malicious intentions."

"Have you seen my paintings?"

Chen Weihua nodded and said: "My friend sent me a photo, the color is really amazing, I don't think there is a better painter than you in China."

"I know where my shortcomings are, and I am not as good as many seniors."

Han Qi can make a high-profile abroad, talk about his views on painting at parties or in salons, and listen to their flattery on his works with peace of mind.

But he alone dare not be so high-profile in the country.

Must be low key.

Because he himself is from Huaxia, and his future social circle is here, Huaxia's colleagues will definitely not agree that Han Qi's works are better than theirs.

They can promote their juniors, but if the juniors want to surpass them, they will definitely be suppressed.

This is the same in any country, not just China.

Many painters, especially those with a little social status.

They can accept the appearance of a very powerful young man in a foreign country, who is so talented that he can draw masterpieces that shock the world even at the age of 20, but they cannot accept such a person appearing in their own country.

(End of this chapter)