Fringe artists in the entertainment industry

Chapter 335 334. Stealing the first place’s limelight

The leaves of the Paris plane tree in late autumn have turned golden yellow, and they are falling rustlingly in the autumn wind.

Paris in autumn always gives people a sense of leisure after retirement. When you stroll leisurely on the streets and a fallen leaf falls on your head, you will feel like you have been chosen by the romance of autumn.

When the car drives through the streets, the fallen leaves rolled up give it a leisurely aesthetic.

Of course, you have to ignore the homeless people lying on the streets. There have been more and more "refugees" in Paris in the past two years.

Chen Li'an closed the car window and sighed silently in his heart. In a few years, the streets of Paris may not have such beautiful scenery.

Behind Chen Li'an's car was a convoy of more than a dozen vehicles, all of which were artworks about to be exhibited.

If Chen Li'an had not re-created those traditional handicrafts, they could only be called handicrafts. Even if he came to Paris for an exhibition, it would not be an art exhibition but a handicraft exhibition.

There is only one artist difference between art and crafts. Those domestic masters can only be called craftsmen, which is a pity when you think about it.

Soon the car arrived next to the Musée d'Orsay. When Chen Li'an opened the door and got out of the car, he saw Ji Fa, who had been waiting here, come up to him and gave Chen Li'an a warm hug. If he hadn't seen Bai Qing who got off the car right after, She also wanted a wet French kiss.

After hugging Chen Li'an, Ji Fa ran over to hug Bai Qing and gave him a kiss.

Bo Qing's treatment was much better than Chen Li'an's.

Chen Li'an didn't pay attention and walked towards the motorcade behind him. The cars were filled with artworks flown in along with them.

Now it is time to arrange the exhibition hall in advance. For a week-long art exhibition in Paris, it will take several days just to prepare, which is very troublesome.

The team members who came to Paris with Chen Li'an also got off the car one after another, and they were all looking at the Orsay Museum in front of them in amazement. On the way from the airport, they had been immersed in the beautiful streets of Paris.

It was the first time for a large number of people to go abroad, and their excitement and curiosity were all written on their faces.

Going abroad with Chen Li'an for an art exhibition is equivalent to a trip at public expense, and it is a global trip!

Chen Li'an looked at their excitement and said with a smile: "Teachers, please wait a moment and take down these works first. After placing them, I will send the teachers to the hotel to rest."

"It's okay, don't worry!"

"Xiao Chen, can you go inside and visit it? I haven't seen any foreign museums yet."

Chen Li'an smiled and said, "Of course, I will buy tickets for you."

After saying that, Chen Li'an turned around and looked at Liu Tao, who was also very excited, and said, "Xiao Bai, it's your first time to go abroad with me. Now let's get some exercise, buy tickets for the teachers, and take them to visit."

Liu Tao's excitement disappeared and he only felt pressure. Looking at the ticket office of the Musée d'Orsay, I took a deep breath. I felt that the time had come to test myself, and I didn't know whether the English I had practiced so hard would work.

Liu Tao tidied his clothes and walked toward the ticket office majestically.

When Chen Li'an looked at her back, he still felt a sense of resignation. He hoped that the conductor could understand her plastic English.

In the future, when looking for an assistant, you need to look for someone with a higher degree of education. Although Liu Tao has grown up very quickly, it still takes time to train him.

Liu Tao stumbled and communicated with the conductor for a long time. After finally buying the ticket, he ran back excitedly to claim credit from Chen Li'an.

After a few words of praise, Chen Li'an asked her to take people to visit. After everyone in the team left, Chen Li'an and Ji Fa went to see the layout of the exhibition hall.

The booths in the exhibition hall have been arranged. These have been communicated in advance. Now it is just a matter of placing them according to the location.

After looking around, Chen Li'an was quite satisfied. The Musée d'Orsay is a relatively famous art museum in Paris. There are many artists who come to hold exhibitions every year, so the exhibition hall naturally has nothing to say.

Whether an exhibition can be successful or not, the exhibition hall is very important, but the artist and the means of publicity are more important.

Chen Li'an looked at Ji Fa and asked proactively: "Do you need my help in publicity these days?"

"No need." Ji Fa said with a smile: "You go to Venice to attend the closing ceremony first. Winning the award is the best publicity."

Chen Li'an shook his head slightly and said: "There is little hope of winning the award. It is unlikely that the organizer will give me the gold medal for two consecutive years."

The Venice Art Festival has come to an end, and Chen Li'an is actually not sure whether he can win the award. After all, he already won the award in the previous festival.

It is basically impossible for the same person to win the award for two consecutive years. Even if Chen Li'an's work is very good, it has attracted a lot of attention and influence.

Ji Fa flipped up her long golden hair and said with a smile: "The gold medal is impossible, but the silver medal is possible, and you have also been shortlisted for the one hundred most influential contemporary artists in the world. It will be announced at the end of the month. ”

Not to mention this, Chen Li'an has almost forgotten that he was selected into the list of 100 people. Life in China is still too comfortable. There are no art festivals and no awards. Chen Li'an has only won the Outstanding Work Award in the National Art Exhibition once in China. Many people took it together.

Speaking of which, he was really not doing well in China. Chen Li'an thought for a while, wondering if he could take the lead in organizing an art festival in China when he had the opportunity.

There are too many ideas, and it’s useless to talk about them now. It’s better to be busy with the things at hand and talk about other things later.

After Chen Li'an watched all the works being unloaded and placed at the Orsay Art Museum, he went to the art museum like a tour guide to find someone to take them back to the hotel one by one.

It was still early to return to the hotel. Chen Li'an settled them down and asked Liu Tao to take charge of the arrangements at the hotel, then went to Ji Fa's house. Why would he stay in a hotel when there was a villa?

At night, Chen Li'an, Bai Qing and Ji Fa were nesting on the sofa in the living room, watching boring French movies, drinking red wine and chatting.

The atmosphere was not lively, but it was very reassuring. The few of them chatted and occasionally thought of something interesting to share, and after laughing, they leaned together and watched boring movies.

But the wine in the bottle became less and less, until late at night, the three of them were dizzy from drinking, lying on the sofa and fell asleep.

The movie on the TV was still playing, and in the black and white picture, the old man in a formal dress was mumbling lines that were incomprehensible.

The next morning, Chen Lian got up on the floor. He rubbed his sore neck and couldn't help but hum a few times. He slept on the floor all night and his face was numb from sleep.

Ji Fa and Bo Qing hugged each other and slept comfortably on the sofa. After Chen Li'an got up and washed up, he went to make breakfast.

Ji Fa ran over after a while, holding a toothbrush in her mouth and muttering: "My bacon needs to be browned, and the milk should not be afraid of the heat."

"I know, by the way, have the tickets been decided?" Chen Li'an asked while frying bacon.

Ji Fa looked at Chen Li'an, who was frying bacon with his upper body bare, and then glanced outside the kitchen. He hugged him from behind and ate two handfuls of tofu before saying with satisfaction: "I've arranged a flight for you at two o'clock in the afternoon."

Chen Li'an was speechless, Ji Fa was a female hooligan! All the toothpaste foam on his hands was smeared on him.

Ji Fa squeezed Chen Li'an's muscles and said, "I'll go to the exhibition hall with you later. I have some things to discuss with you."

"Just keep talking and don't touch anyone." Chen Li'an slapped Ji Fa's claws off angrily and asked strangely: "Why are you still going to the exhibition hall? Didn't you finish talking about it yesterday?"

Ji Fa glanced at Bai Qing, who had already washed up and appeared in the restaurant, winked secretly at Chen Li'an, raised his voice and said: "There is something wrong with the poster over there in the exhibition hall. Come and see it together. Is it okay?" It will delay your and Bai Qing’s trip to Venice.”

Only then did Chen Li'an understand what Ji Fa meant. He twitched his lips and nodded helplessly, "Okay."

After breakfast, Chen Li'an and Ji Fa went out. Bai Qing was too lazy to move and didn't even ask to go with them.

After going out, Ji Fa couldn't help but pull Chen Li'an into a kiss at the door of the villa. There was only a door between them and Bo Qing, and they could still hear Bo Qing listening to music in the room.

Neither of them dared to make too much noise, but they couldn't bear to separate, so they leaned against the door and kissed for a long time.

After a long time, the two separated. Chen Li'an breathed slightly and whispered, "Why do you feel like you are having an affair?"

Ji Fa lifted Chen Li'an's chin and said, "Don't you just like this?"

Chen Li'an: "." Obviously you like it more!

At 1:30 in the afternoon, Bai Qing, who had arrived at the airport early, looked at Chen Li'an who was rushing over. After sniffing a few times, he wrinkled his nose and couldn't help but frown. There was a strange smell of shower gel and a familiar perfume. taste.

Chen Li'an naturally turned away and walked a little away from Bai Qing before saying: "We are boarding the plane now, let's go quickly."

"Yeah." Bo Qing didn't ask where the strange smell on Chen Li'an came from. Who else could it be in Paris? Sophie Marceau.

I really don’t know what’s so good about that woman, but this shitty man wouldn’t want to be separated from her!

Sophie Marceau, who was filming in the United States, suddenly sneezed, rubbed her small nose and counted how many days she had until she could finish the film and return to Paris.

Chen Li'an and Bai Qing flew to Venice. Liu Tao, who was left behind, was having a headache. A group of masters in their forties and fifties surrounded him and asked him to take them out. He felt like he was about to become a tour guide.

"Little girl, please take us to see Notre Dame de Paris."

"Do you have any foreign exchange there? I want to buy something back."

"We don't speak foreign languages. We can't go out without you."

Liu Tao felt that one was older than the other, but he also knew that this was Chen Li'an's task to train himself, so he had to patiently explain to them, and then exchange foreign currency with them to determine today's itinerary.

More than an hour later, a group of men and women wearing red hats, led by Liu Tao, rushed to various scenic spots in Paris.

In Venice at night, lights are reflected on the sparkling water. In the venue not far away, the closing ceremony of the Venice Art Biennale is underway.

Chen Li'an and Bo Qing sat among a group of Chinese artists, listening to Germano's speech.

Cai Guoqiang and Fang Lijun, who were familiar with Chen Li'an, took the initiative to chat with him about who would win the award tonight.

They all think that Chen Li'an is more likely to win the award, but Chen Li'an does not think that he can win the grand prize. First, he won the award last time, and second, his most highly rated work this time is installation art.

If it's oil painting, it's possible to win an award, but if it's installation art, it's still a little bit worse.

Chen Li'an thought about the works he had seen at this art exhibition and felt that German artist Gerhard Richter was the most likely to win the award.

Soon the moment finally came when the answer was revealed. When the Silver Lion Award was awarded, Germano stood on the stage and glanced at Chen Li'an, then said with a smile: "Let us congratulate Chen Li'an for winning the Silver Lion Award. He is a man with great talents." A passionate and rational artist, his works will leave a profound impression on the art of the 20th century!"

Chen Li'an was not surprised. He stood up with a smile and went on stage to receive the award. When he received the Silver Lion trophy, he glanced at it and joked: "Silver is not as good-looking as gold, but I already have a gold one at home, and this one is just symmetrical. I hope I can bring back a lion next time and we can make a family of three.”

The audience suddenly laughed to save face, feeling that Chen Li'an was showing off. This guy has won the award two times in a row and wants to win it three times in a row.

Many of these artists in the audience have never won an award in their lives.

Chen Li'an thanked him a few more times on the stage and then left. After coming down, Cai Guoqiang curiously took the Silver Lion trophy and looked at it for a few times and said: "The flying lion of San Marco is somewhat similar to the griffon."

"They are all the same. Western mythical creatures either have wings or are multi-headed monsters." Chen Li'an said with a smile, and then heard the winner of this year's grand prize announced on the stage.

"The grand prize winner of the 47th Venice Art Biennale, Gerhard Richter!"

When Chen Li'an heard this, he immediately applauded and turned to Cai Guoqiang and said, "Well, I'll say he has the greatest chance of winning."

"Okay, you guessed it right." Cai Guoqiang had to admit that Chen Li'an's vision was very accurate.

After the last award was given, the evening was almost over, but the talk was not entirely focused on the grand prize winner, Gerhard Richter.

Many artists and reporters are more curious about Chen Li'an and want to chat with him. Since Chen Li'an's performance art bombing of Tokyo ended in August, he has not officially accepted an interview with an art magazine.

Chen Li'an is now more topical, and naturally takes away some of the limelight that originally belonged to the grand prize winner.

A reporter who had interviewed Chen Li'an before came to Chen Li'an and said: "Congratulations on winning the silver medal. Although you did not win the gold medal, there is still good news to share with you. You have been selected into the top 100 in the world."

Chen Li'an looked at this reporter and remembered that he was a reporter from Art Observation. He had told him before that Sophie Marceau had written an autobiography.

"Thank you, has this news been announced?" Chen Li'an asked curiously.

The reporter smiled and said: "It will be announced in the latest issue of the magazine tomorrow. You are the youngest one. Maybe I can see you on the list every year in the future."

Chen Li'an smiled and said: "I hope that one day I will become one of the 100 most influential people in the 20th century in 1997."

"It will happen one day."

"I am looking forward!"

There is another chapter. What I owe in the first two days will be made up in the next few days.