Yuan Ya subconsciously looked at the signature.
I have the impression that this painter comes from a prominent family and is extremely talented. At a young age, he has become a leader among the new generation. He has opened galleries all over the world and is widely sought after by collectors and art lovers.
But he hasn't painted for a long time due to personal reasons. I didn't expect to see his new paintings here.
"Are you sure you know this?"
"Yeah." Yuan Ya nodded.
"This is his latest work. I finally managed to get it by someone. Aren't you planning to enter the Danqing Painting Competition? I heard that one of the judges really likes his style of painting. You could give it some reference and submit your work. It might increase your chances of winning. This prize is incredibly valuable. If you win, your worth will be soaring. You won't be selling your paintings for the dirt-cheap prices they have now, and you won't have to rely on fake paintings all day to make a living."
Yuan Ya was deeply moved when she heard this.
Yes, she has participated in many competitions since she was a child and knows that the judges' preferences are also an important factor in whether one can win.
If you win an award and become famous, not only will fame and fortune come rolling in, but you might even get University of Y within your grasp.
Didn’t the training teacher tell you that before?
Y University has always attached great importance to this award, and for several years, the students recruited have been the top few in the competition.
However, she couldn't comprehend the painter's realm at the moment, so she had to think carefully about how to win the first prize in this competition.
Yuan Ya looked at the picture on the screen carefully, and her anxious heart calmed down a little.
She knew the judge's preferences and saw the latest works of his favorite painters... These things had already put her ahead of all the other contestants.
God is on her side this time, so why should she worry about not being able to defeat Wen Xi?
Things have changed, and this time it's her turn to suppress the other party and vent the anger she has accumulated over the years!
Yuan Ya copied the picture from the computer.
"If you have a painting like the sacred deer, bring it here. I'll pay a high price for it."
"Um."
After saying hello to the boss, Yuan Ya left with a gloomy face.
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A new week has arrived in the blink of an eye.
Yuan Ya was used to spending lavishly, but now that he couldn't sell the fake paintings, his financial resources were cut off and he suddenly became short of money.
It is said that it is easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but difficult to go from extravagance to
I can bear not buying perfumes, bags, fancy clothes, etc. for the time being. After all, I still stay in school most of the time, but I can’t do without food, daily necessities, and skin care products.
Especially skin care products. Autumn and winter are just around the corner, so how can we not use good ones?
The most important thing is, if you suddenly switch from a big brand to a cheap product, you will be laughed at to death by those who look down on you!
Many of Mingde’s students come from wealthy families, and she doesn’t want to be looked down upon.
After evening self-study that day, Yuan Ya washed up, looked at the almost finished face cream, and frowned.
The boss said that if the painting was as spiritual as the White Deer Painting, he would buy it at a high price.
Spirituality?
Yuan Ya curled the corners of her mouth.
Once upon a time, she was also praised in this way by the teachers at the Children's Palace... However, as time passed, more and more eyes were cast on Wen Xi, as if they had forgotten her existence.
When she grew up, she would do whatever the editor asked her to draw and how to draw it.
Isn't everything in this world done for money?
There's nothing wrong with getting paid for attracting attention.
As her painting skills became more sophisticated, her style began to become mediocre.
In order to get more money, she started painting fake paintings.
He imitated the styles of famous artists from ancient and modern times, both at home and abroad, and painted whatever paintings made money in the market, but he never painted his own.
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