My travels can open treasure chests

Chapter 270 New Friends
There are murmured discussions everywhere, and exclamations come and go.

Many people who come here today are not used to participating in art exhibitions, and it is an art exhibition that charges 50 yuan for tickets.They just know that there are Han Qi's works here, so they come to support them along the way, maybe they can see Han Qi here.

Compared with concert tickets that cost hundreds of yuan a piece, 51 tickets are so cheap that they can be given away for nothing.

But at this price, they were also prepared not to be able to see Han Qi at the scene.

Han Qi really didn't show up from the beginning to the end, just like an ordinary person who came in to appreciate the painting, slowly from the beginning to the end... What makes people feel uncomfortable is that because there are too many people coming in today, Tang Hong prepared in advance Good little snacks are gone.

It can't be said that the preparation was insufficient. Due to its location and size, Tang Hong's gallery is relatively prominent in the art district, and it has held many art exhibitions before.

But never have I met so many people at one time.

If the situation here is photographed and posted on the Internet, no one will think it is a high-end art exhibition, and 99 out of [-] people will think it is a party.

Knowing that Han Qi hadn't eaten breakfast, Tang Hong brought him two meal replacement breads from the office.

Han Qi tore open the package and said, "This is not the buttered bread you prepared."

"The people outside have already taken that thing," Tang Hong smiled wryly and shook his head, "The only thing you ate was the snacks my wife left here, otherwise there would be nothing to eat in the gallery now."

Han Qi nodded, and asked Dale where they went.

The gallery said it was big or not, and he had already walked around but didn't see these two people.

"The two of them felt that there were too many people, so they went out because they were not used to the atmosphere. They should drink coffee somewhere outside the gallery now?"

Xu Yanmei attaches great importance to this art exhibition, this is the first stop for her to return to Huaxia to become famous, and she will definitely not go back to the hotel to stay on the first day.It seems that it is really possible to watch the excitement at the entrance of the gallery not far away.

Let alone Dale, Han Qi felt that there were too many people.

Tang Hong said with emotion: "I feel that the ticket price is too low, not to mention your two paintings, just a painting randomly taken out in the hall is in the millions and tens of millions. According to me, I will charge you 200 yuan." Ticket money is fine."

"Sister Xu is not someone who is short of money, what she values ​​is popularity."

A person who can spend 50 yuan to see a painting exhibition, can't he be so cruel that he can't spend a thousand yuan to buy a painting?

Don't look at the paintings in Dell's gallery that cost millions of euros, that's the ceiling of the gallery.How can ordinary galleries have such good paintings? A good-looking painting only costs a few thousand yuan, and if you want to customize it, it only costs [-] to [-] yuan.

Xu Yanmei plans to open a gallery in this art district, and the audience is those who came to the art exhibition these days.

Han Qi ate two pieces of bread, and walked out while biting the milk straw.

There are still many people in the lobby of the gallery, and before the people who gathered around Han Qi's painting had finished, another group came in again.

In desperation, Tang Hong signaled the staff to remind those who had been in the gallery for an hour.The other paintings were okay, everyone just took a look and left, and they couldn't take pictures, which didn't mean anything to them.

Han Qi's two paintings were accidental, except in this gallery, they have not seen such distinctive works in any other place.

After taking a look, Han Qi walked out of the gallery.

After more than half an hour of low-key visit, he already had a bottom line in his mind.

Impossible to fail.

It seems that oil paintings that can be successful abroad can also be appreciated by audiences in China.

As soon as you come out of the gallery, you can see two milk tea shops and a coffee shop.

Han Qi walked into this coffee shop.

Dale doesn't like Chinese milk tea, so if they still stay in this art district, they must sit in this coffee shop.

Go up to the second floor and have a look, sure enough.

Both Dale and Xu Yanmei were there, and there were two people sitting opposite them.

Han Qi went over to say hello, took a chair from the table next to it, sat down, and said, "Don't talk to me while you're sitting here, or I'll come up too, and it's still a bit lively inside, I'm not used to it. "

Xu Yanmei laughed and said, "Really, I thought you liked it very much? Let me introduce to you, this is Mr. Wang Zhongwei, a famous painter, and this beautiful lady is Shi Qin, a teacher at Yanjing Academy of Fine Arts. "

Han Qi took off his hat and mask, and said enthusiastically, "Hello, I'm Han Qi. When I was in line, I thought you had a good temperament. I guessed right. You are all people in the painting industry."

The two shook hands with Han Qi.

"Are you...the one behind us in line?" Shi Qin asked.

"Yes."

Wang Zhongwei smiled and said: "This is fate, we should have known each other a long time ago. It also prevents me from coming to Ms. Xu to ask for your contact information. I paid for a few meals before she agreed to introduce me to you. .”

"And then?" Han Qi was curious.

Shi Qin smiled and spread his hands: "Then you will come."

"Haha."

It seems that there is indeed a relationship.

A waiter in a maid outfit came up and asked Han Qi what he wanted.

"Is there anything to eat besides coffee?"

"There's pizza, burgers, cookies..."

She listed several foods in a row, but most of them were desserts.

Han Qi pursed his lips and thought for a while.

"Forget it, give me a glass of espresso."

He still decided to find a place to eat stir-fried vegetables for a while. In foreign countries, he might just settle down like this, but in China, Han Qi didn’t want to treat his sense of taste badly. He always thought that the tongue that can taste countless flavors is a gift from God to human beings. The most precious gift.

Wang Zhongwei wanted to discuss his ideas and methods of oil painting with Han Qi. The birth of a new genre does not happen overnight, it needs the support of countless painters.

If only Han Qi knows how to draw that effect, and no one else can learn, then there will be no new genre. When Han Qi passes away a hundred years later, all his works will be collectively called the Han Qi faction, marked with his Personal tags.

When the two were discussing, several women were listening carefully.

They are all people in this industry, two of them are gallery owners, and one is a teacher of the Academy of Fine Arts. They even value these two paintings of Han Qi more than painters.

Even if an ordinary painter doesn't know Han Qi or these two paintings all his life, it won't affect them at all.

But teachers are different from gallery owners, they have to be ahead of the times.

At least when the students asked, they would not be left speechless, and this was a discussion in the presence of Han Qi himself, so they could understand the deeper things in Han Qi's paintings.

For example, why is Han Qi's second painting so beautiful.

Because at that time, Han Qi's heart was lonely and very empty. Expressing loneliness in beautiful scenes is a technique often used in Japanese paintings.

"The Europeans are right. In terms of color, you are ahead of everyone. I even think you have discovered a new color."

This is Wang Zhongwei's feeling as a well-known painter, but the fact is true, the current color spectrum is not complete in Han Qi's eyes.

Some colors can be seen with the naked eye, and some colors need to be matched with some equipment to see.

But to be honest, in reality, there is no electronic device that can truly match the human eye, and no complex device is as complex as the human brain.

The world in Han Qi's eyes, probably no one has seen it before.

For him, there is a feeling that the whole world is astigmatism, and only he has normal eyes.

(End of this chapter)