Chapter 208 Wang Chao: The artistry is as high as the police station floor! [Seeking monthly tickets! ]

February 6th.

Easy to travel, easy to buy a car, easy to get married.

Five days have passed since Wang Chao told his plan. During these five days, Xu Hao thought about it for a while and felt that the other party's thinking was still good, so he did not stop him.

The beverage market is huge, and the profits from both low-end and high-end beverages contain countless wealth.

In addition, our own industry is indeed a low-end industry that can achieve the first step, so there is no reason not to do it.

But. "Are you sure you want to find the so-called art?"

Xu Hao looked at the person in front of him and touched his chin.

"Brother, the fastest way to build a brand image is either to find something fancy that others can't understand, or to find a celebrity to endorse it."

Wang Chao spoke very seriously.

At this time, he was sitting on the sofa in Xu Hao's home.

Xiaobai lay on his neck, and his chubby hand kept poking his cheek.

"But celebrity endorsements are all clearly priced, starting at several million."

Wang Chao said so.

Xu Hao nodded in agreement.

Indeed, no matter where the star is from, the endorsement fee is not low.

This is true even for sports stars.

For example, in football, as long as one can become famous, the market in the East will explode, and piles of money can be used to build a fortress.

“We don’t have that much money.”

Xu Hao spoke bluntly.

Zhang Niu has it, but we can’t always let Zhang Niu pay.

"Hehe, hehe."

Wang Chao chuckled and didn't say anything else.

Xu Hao paused, "Did you get it?"

"Got it."

"How did you get it?"

"My eldest niece said she has a small treasury, which contains her New Year's gifts and savings from her childhood, about three to four million yuan."

In 2004, Xu Huo's mouth twitched when he saw the small treasury of three or four million.

"You kid got the steel wool? Didn't you go to the hospital?"

"Steel wool? What steel wool?"

Wang Chao was puzzled, his eyes revealed confusion, and after a while he replied: "No, I just owe her a favor. If she has any wishes that do not touch the bottom line in the future, I have to agree to it."

"It turns out that I still accept the steel wool."

Xu Hao nodded.

Without waiting for Wang Chao to speak, he continued, "What about the so-called art?"

“This thing is not cheap.”

Art cannot be measured in money.

Precisely because it cannot be measured in monetary terms, it has become the most commonly used means of money laundering.

Why do paintings appreciate in value only after the artist dies? One explanation is that dead artists cannot set a value for their own paintings.

As long as the other party does not assign a value to yourself, then your value is up to others to decide.

"So, we can buy something cheap."

Wang Chao ignored Xiaobai who kept pulling his cheek, stretched out his hand, and counted with his fingers.

"It can be done for tens of thousands of dollars, or even a few thousand."

"So cheap?" Xu Hao was surprised.

"vulgar!"

Wang Chao suddenly spoke seriously.

"We are looking for priceless treasures hidden beneath the earth!"

“Even though it might only be a few thousand dollars, what if I think it’s worth hundreds of millions!?”

Xu Hao looked at Wang Chao and then smacked his lips.

"You are increasingly acting like a profiteer."

Seeing that the other party was about to laugh again, Xu Hao interrupted him again.

"Okay, go ahead, I'm going to stay at home."

"The funding fee has been approved for you."

Wang Chao took Xiaobai off his head and pinched its soft and tender cheeks, which made Xiaobai very angry.

"You're not going?"

"No."

Xu Hao shook his head and said disdainfully: "You are a bit unlucky. Nothing good will happen if I follow you."

Wang Chao was shocked and looked at him angrily.

"That's not right, Brother Hao, it's obviously because of you that I have bad luck!"

"You're talking nonsense. I was normal before you came to Jiangsan City." Xu Hao retorted.

“I’m normal too!”

The two of them checked the accounts for a long time, but unfortunately, neither of them was right with the other.

After a while, Wang Chao ran away. He took off the little white mask on his head again, opened the door, and disappeared into the cold wind.

"What's wrong with him?"

Chu Xi, wearing an apron, poked her head out of the kitchen, looked at the door, blinked and asked.

"Nothing, I'm just in my rebellious phase."

Xu Hao spoke calmly.

“I always like to prove something.”

"Hmm? What does he want to prove?"

"He wants to prove that it's actually Jiangsan City's Feng Shui that's wrong, and it has nothing to do with him."

Feng Shui is a profound subject. It has not been classified as feudal superstition, but it is not encouraged either.

In some special areas, all kinds of bosses trust these two words very much. Before starting each work, they will find a specialist to guess the Feng Shui, or when buying a house, they will guess the luck of the house.

As a result, the so-called coffin room and tomb were derived, and this is what they are called.

If you live in a residential complex, you may find that the balconies of your neighbors, or those of other buildings that you can see from your balcony, are sealed with cement.

This is the so-called tomb or coffin room, which may contain an urn or a coffin.

There is no such thing in Jiangsan City.

But Wang Chao was still convinced that Jiang Sanshi was evil.

What, the capital and Linlan City Zhaozhou? That must be as weird as them! He can always find a place that is not weird! February 6th.

Qiaozhou City.

This is the neighboring urban area of ​​Jiangsan City, and its economy is on par with that of Jiangsan City.

The most famous is the hospital here, and countless people come to Qiaozhou City to treat illnesses and recuperate.

The rest is nothing special and is mediocre overall. Although there are no contradictions, it does not show any potential for development.

The economy is entirely driven by the hospital!

On February 6, Wang Chao arrived here, accompanied by Zhang Min.

"Hello, Mr. Wang, Ms. Zhang, right? We have been waiting for you for a long time. We have been looking forward to your coming here!"

After getting off the bus, a man smiled at Wang Chao and walked up to him and shook his hand.

"You are happy too early."

Wang Chao shook his hands and said subconsciously.

Zhang Min on the side couldn't help but turned her head and laughed secretly.

Man: ? "Hmm?"

"What I mean is, when there is cooperation in the future, that will be the moment to be happy!"

Wang Chao quickly opened his mouth to make amends.

This person is part of his social circle that he opened up through the Jiangsan City market, and can be considered a beverage partner.

After all, a chain store in the low-end market cannot be opened by just one person, so naturally there must be other people to help.

He is working on it in Jiangsan City, in the neighboring urban area, and this is the person he is looking for at the moment.

His name is Zhang Yong, he is 47 years old, and he also works in the catering industry, selling ice cream, with all the necessary equipment.

"Haha, you're right."

Zhang Yong smiled cheerfully, and he became even happier.

"The exhibition is inside. Let's go in and take a look at the so-called artwork."

"please."

"please."

"please."

Behind Zhang Yong is an exhibition hall, which was officially established and specially used to display various things.

It can be a technology conference, a comic convention, or even a painting exhibition or an art exhibition.

What are more common these days are so-called painting exhibitions and art exhibitions.

Normally the exhibition will last for three consecutive days, and if you are rich enough, it will last for seven days.

In Xu Hao's previous life, the place gradually became a gathering place for comic exhibitions and art exhibitions. Let's put it this way, art students are almost starving to death. They have to take on commissions and paint everywhere, so they don't have time to do this kind of thing.

"Squeak~"

The door opened and Wang Chao stepped in.

The next moment, the scene of five or six figures in suits standing scattered in front of the wall came into view.

These are the so-called invited people.

Most of them are social elites.

It could be a senior executive or the boss of some company.

Ordinary people have it too, but not many.

"Tsk, no one is discussing the artistry of these paintings?"

Wang Chao stood in front of a painting, thought for a moment, and said suspiciously:

The painting was in an abstract style, and Wang Chao turned his head around for several times but couldn't figure out how to look at it.

Zhang Min couldn't help but patted him and whispered, "Pay attention to your image."

"oh."

Wang Chao nodded and watched normally, but became more and more confused.

"Haha, you don't understand, right? Actually, I don't understand it either."

Zhang Yong laughed softly.

Then he pointed at the people beside him and said, "I bet they can't understand it either."

At this time, Wang Chao pricked up his ears and eavesdropped on the discussions around him.

“Why is there a banana?”

"On a white wall, a banana stuck to the corner, it is abrupt and puzzling. Does it mean that the world is like this white wall, but the things people encounter are as abrupt as this banana?"

"I think so too. Look, this banana is covered with some black scars. Doesn't it look like the pain caused by frustration?"

"That makes sense, I think so too."

"Look, the surface of this banana is covered with scars, but the inside is so normal, doesn't it look like the inside?"

Suddenly.

Everyone was stunned.

But I saw a young cleaning staff picked up the banana, peeled it and ate it.

"Sorry, I had no place to put the bananas."

The cleaning staff took a photo as quickly as possible and then explained.

Everyone: There was no awkward feeling. After a moment, they set their eyes on another apple.

“Why are there apples here?”

"Is it the same in your capital city?"

Wang Chao couldn't help but turned his head to look at Zhang Min.

"Why is the capital holding an art exhibition for this?"

“Isn’t there anyone discussing artistry?”

Zhang Min looked at him strangely, "You are so stupid, are you really discussing the art of an art exhibition?"

"Shouldn't we discuss this?" Wang Chao's eyes widened. This was the first time he participated in this.

“Can you see the artistry?”

“I can’t tell.”

"Can anyone else see that?"

“A small number of people can see it.”

“Is the discussion about this a small group of people or a large group of people?”

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“Most people are talking about it.”

A small number of people can see the artistry, but most people are discussing it. What are they discussing? "Oh, it's just a dating platform."

Zhang Yong stepped forward at this time and cheerfully tried to smooth things over.

"Dating platform?" Wang Chao was suspicious.

"Yes, you see, most people are passing business cards to each other, but the art exhibition is just a way to bring them together."

"As for art, maybe someone will buy it if they like it."

Zhang Yong touched his chin and pointed at a few paintings.

"Like this kind of lack of art."

Wang Chao looked over.

These paintings all demonstrate painting skills and aesthetics. They are not abstract things and are more in line with the public's aesthetic taste.

"Emmmm, then this kind of painting can't be sold?"

Wang Chao's expression gradually became strange.

He pointed to the abstract painting in front of him that had nothing to do with physics.

“It can be sold, but it’s not easy to sell.”

Zhang Yong replied.

"How many days does it usually take to make a sale?" Wang Chao asked curiously.

"One month? Half a year? One year?" Zhang Yong was a little unsure.

"How much is it per time?"

"A few hundred or a few thousand, I'm not sure, I've never bought it before." Zhang Yong shook his head.

Painting is expensive.

Dye, paper, studio, and time are all costs required for a painting.

"Won't they starve to death then?!"

Wang Chao was even more confused.

How can you live if you only earn this little throughout the year?

"Indeed, they will starve to death, but those who have brains will change their careers, such as art design or custom customization."

Zhang Min said that there were many new things in the capital, and she knew something about this thing.

"Recently, Penguin updated its profile pictures, as well as emoticons and the like."

"There are some people in the capital who like to have avatars and emoticons that no one else has, but they have them."

"One picture is probably a few hundred or a few thousand."

The world is big, so there are naturally many abstract schools.

There is a niche circle like this, they don’t like to use the avatar pictures and emoticons that everyone has.

So, they would find an artist to customize a picture that only they own, and then send it to the group to identify themselves. After that, they would find the person who stole the picture and curse him or her and demand compensation.

"Thousands at a time?"

"What's the exhibition?"

Wang Chao was confused. Looking at the paintings around him that would not be bought, a question mark popped up in his mind.

"Oh, it's a dating platform."

Zhang Yong laughed.

The exhibition itself is very abstract.

Paintings that possess artistic qualities and intuitive beauty will be looked down upon and can only be sold at low prices.

No one can understand the abstract style, but many people will try to figure it out, but no one will buy it.

"So what shall we buy?"

Wang Chao spoke to Zhang Min in a low voice.

He originally wanted to find someone with artistic skills to design a logo for him, as well as to help him with the promotion and design of new products.

But now it's a bit silent.

"I think we can look for the guy who posted the banana just now."

Zhang Min thought for a moment and gave an answer.

It was obvious that the cleaner just now was not a serious cleaner. After all, which cleaner would carry a camera while cleaning? And he even pasted bananas on the wall? Compared with the paintings on the wall, Zhang Min thought this behavior was quite novel.

"Indeed, his behavior is very artistic."

Wang Chao also spoke with admiration.

Zhang Yong came up to him and asked in confusion, "How artistic is it?"

“It’s as high as three or four floors.”

“So high!?”

“So high!”

Having made up his mind, Wang Chao was about to leave and go find the person who was in charge of arranging the bananas.

Zhang Yong didn't object either.

His goal was not the high-end market, but to occupy the sinking market of beverages in Qiaozhou City. Therefore, Wang Chao’s high-end plan had nothing to do with him, and naturally he had no right to object.

But "there is something real in this exhibition."

"It seems that they have invited a famous writer who is good at painting or sculpture. Each work is guaranteed to be emotionally intact and will be released at the end of the exhibition."

"Do you want to wait?"

Zhang Yong suddenly spoke, leaving Wang Chao, who was suspicious by nature, in front of him.

"sculpture?"

"Yes, look over there."

Wang Chao turned his head and looked.

But in the very center of the exhibition, there was a sculpture covering the center of the stage.

The sculpture was covered with red cloth and no one knew what it was.

There was suspicion in Wang Chao's eyes.

"Then let's take a look?"

"Then let's take a look."

I'm just sitting around doing nothing anyway.

Wang Chao thinks this process was probably learned from the West.

It is somewhat similar to the dining culture of the other side, where a meal is divided into eight dishes or more or less, and only one dish is eaten at a time. This is completely different from the process of Dongguo where all the dishes are served before eating.

And almost no one at the scene left.

Until half an hour later, "Thank you all for coming from afar to participate in this artistic exhibition."

"Some say"

“I think art is like a bird”

Suddenly, a man in a suit appeared on the stage, holding a microphone and wearing gold-rimmed glasses. He made people feel warm like a spring breeze, and he slowly began to speak.

People gradually gathered around the exhibition.

"What on earth is hidden in there?"

Wang Chao muttered softly.

"I don't know, let's keep watching." Zhang Min said in a low voice.

The finale was covered by someone, but judging from the vague outline, it was indeed a sculpture.

I just don't know what type or what kind of sculpture it is.

a long time.

The host's voice gradually faded away.

"Now, let's enjoy Master Lin Bao's latest work!"

There was warm applause from the audience.

As the applause rang out, under everyone's expectant gaze, the object covered by the red cloth on the stage revealed its original form.

“Wow!”

The red cloth was suddenly lifted.

A lifelike woman appeared before everyone.

She was wearing a mask, her body was skinny, she was holding a child in her arms, her eyes were full of compassion, she was kneeling on the ground, as if looking at something.

In an instant.

There was an uproar at the scene.

"What is this? A sculpture!?"

"This is so similar, such full emotions, such strong rendering"

"This is art, you are indeed a master."

There was a buzz of discussion off the field.

As the red cloth was lifted, strong emotions suddenly overwhelmed us. It was hard to imagine that a dead object could create such a scene.

On this motionless sculpture, every wrinkle, the angle of the eyes, and even the mask. There is simply no angle that can be criticized! "Master Lin Bao is worthy of it. I didn't expect that after only three years of seclusion, he would produce such a shocking work."

Zhang Yong said softly with a click of his tongue, his eyes fixed on the sculpture that seemed almost real.

This strong emotional rendering can make you feel its meaning even if you don’t understand art.

The desire to survive, compassion, pity, and pain are all rolled into one and can be captured with just one glance.

Wang Chao frowned and looked for a long time.

After a moment, he suddenly spoke.

"My experience tells me that this thing has a high level of artistry."

"How high is it?" Zhang Yong asked subconsciously.

This time Wang Chao did not give an answer immediately. After thinking for a moment, he said, "How high is the Public Security Bureau of your Municipal Bureau?"

"The eighth floor." Zhang Yong replied subconsciously.

"The artistry of this thing is as high as an eight-story building!"

Zhang Yong:? At the same time.

Qiaozhou City, Criminal Investigation Detachment.

The captain was still drinking tea comfortably.

As a prefecture-level city, Qiaozhou City had only a few cases last year, which was highly praised by Haiyun Province.

This made life good for the police officers throughout the city bureau.

The public security is good, it’s so comfortable.

"It's not like the neighbors next door, who are busy all day and all night long, and then have to worry about whether they will be punished."

The captain smiled.

The captain beside him was also laughing.

"Old Li can do the work of ten people alone!"

"Tsk, that's miserable."

"Luckily, nothing happened here."

ps: Do you have a monthly ticket? I'll beg for a monthly ticket in the middle of the month QAQ (End of this chapter)