Chapter 375: Regret after hitting a wall

On the day Jinling Public Security University received the notice, President An called Shi Tingyu, school officials, and comrades from the Ministry of Public Security for a meeting.

The comrade from the Ministry of Public Security smiled and said to Shi Tingyu: "Professor Shi, I'm sure you know about the international students, but they are Americans after all. We can only teach them a limited amount, and the national conditions of the two countries are somewhat different, so we have to grasp the balance between them."

Shi Tingyu looked at the comrade from the Ministry of Public Security and heard another meaning from the other party's words.

She simply summarized that she should be reserved about international students from the United States, and the core content should still be in her own hands.

She even found a reason for it. The national conditions of the United States and China are different. Some theories are applicable in China, but not necessarily abroad.

Seeing that Shi Tingyu didn't say anything, Principal An coughed lightly and gave her a look, indicating that the comrade from the Ministry of Public Security had something else in mind.

Shi Tingyu nodded to Principal An. After such a long time, they still had a tacit understanding.

Seeing that Shi Tingyu nodded, Principal An knew that Shi Tingyu must have understood what the comrade from the Ministry of Public Security meant.

Shi Tingyu said to the comrade from the Ministry of Public Security: "Don't worry, I will definitely grasp the right measure. The national conditions of the United States and our China are indeed different. The cognition and expression of the people of the two countries are also different. Whether they can learn it depends on their personal understanding. After all, the master leads the way and the practice is up to the individual."

Everyone present had a satisfied smile on their faces.

At the end of the meeting, the comrade from the Ministry of Public Security also encouraged Shi Tingyu cordially.

After the people left, Principal An said, "You just need to know what the Ministry of Public Security means. As you said, the national conditions of the two countries are different, and the other side's language is also a shortcoming. How much they can understand depends on their own luck."

Shi Tingyu said he knew, and then asked, "How many international students will come? When will they arrive?"

"This time, there will be ten international students. They should arrive at the beginning of the next semester. When they arrive early, they may need you, Professor Shi, to come over." "

That's no problem."

The decision of the United States was a bit hasty, so the candidates could not be determined at once. By the time they determined the candidates, it would be almost summer vacation here, so the time for them to come to study abroad would be set at the beginning of the next semester in September.

There were still more than two months before the other party came, so Shi Tingyu was not in a hurry.

In his free time these days, Shi Tingyu has been painting seriously.

When he takes a break, he will go to some beautiful places around the gallery and be taken by Lu Weiguo to collect inspiration.

Jinling is the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties, and there are many ancient buildings left, which gave Shi Tingyu a lot of inspiration.

Several oil paintings are based on these ancient buildings.

When Shi Tingyu goes to collect inspiration, he will occasionally bring Lu Mu, Shen Shen and Li Jian with him.

It can be regarded as taking them out for a walk and taking a look at the scenery of Jinling.

Although Lu Mu has been in Jinling for almost a year, she has not really been out to see much.

The places where Shi Tingyu went to collect folk songs all had beautiful scenery or peculiar architecture, and there were always some attractive places. Every time Lu's mother saw them, she couldn't help but sigh that these places were too beautiful.

It was a pity that Old Lu couldn't see such beautiful scenery, but thinking that Old Lu would retire in October this year, Lu's mother became happy again, and she could let the old man come to play for a few days at that time. It's

not that she didn't think about letting the old man live here permanently, but she hadn't mentioned all this to her daughter-in-law, so she couldn't decide privately.

Shi Tingyu's life was fulfilling every day, but Qu Zhi's life was a little bit chaotic.

Since he broke up with Shi Tingyu, he was going to try other galleries that day.

But after searching for a long time, he didn't find a single gallery.

The only thing he found was a few art museums, but those were state-owned institutions and did not accept consignment of calligraphy and paintings.

Generally, these art museums were exhibition halls, and the works exhibited were all works by more famous painters. For example, Shi Tingyu's paintings were also collected by several art museums. Obviously, Qu Zhi's level would not be in the eyes of art museums.

He had no other way to go privately. Looking at the paintings in his hands, he said that he was lying if he said he had no regrets.

Later, his wife asked him to go to the surrounding cities to ask.

So Qu Zhi took the paintings and took the train to several neighboring cities.

There were no private galleries in other cities. He only found one in Guangling. The gallery was not big and not as bright as Shi Tingyu's gallery.

The paintings on the wall were placed randomly, like cheap goods.

He also saw some paintings that were not hung in the corner of the gallery, and they were covered with dust.

But at this time, Qu Zhi was already hit hard by the reality, and he didn't want to run anymore, so he talked to the boss.

"Boss, what are your rules for consigning paintings?"

The boss glanced at him, then looked at the paintings he brought. "We need to charge a 30% commission for consignment here, but I think your paintings are not very good. The better-selling ones now are those beautiful landscapes. Your still lifes are not popular and hard to sell."

Qu Zhi's face turned red in an instant. He was already dumbfounded when the other party said that he would charge a 30% commission. After hearing the boss's analysis of his paintings, he felt like his blood was flowing backwards.

He trembled and said, "30%?! Why don't you go and grab it? Other galleries only take 10%!"

The boss frowned, "I think you are a really interesting person. If you think the commission is too high, you can find a gallery that only takes 10%. Besides, which gallery only takes 10% now? Do you think it's the National Museum of Art? Your painting will definitely not be allowed into the museum."

Qu Zhi panted heavily, and his heart seemed to be bleeding.

He turned around and took the painting and left.

No compromise! It's too unreasonable!

This guy asked for 30% right away, and he had to take the train every time he came here. The money and energy he spent in the process were too much.

Only then did he realize why Shi Tingyu could be so righteous and ignore him. It turned out that she really had the confidence to do so.

It was also his fault that these galleries had not appeared before, and he had no idea about the market.

He regretted it now. But he was a little unwilling to just go back and bow to Shi Tingyu.

He even secretly thought that more and more galleries would open in the future, and he would have other choices then.

But Qu Zhi didn't know that galleries would appear one after another, but none of them would charge only 10% commission.

There would be more and more painters, and his paintings would eventually be drowned in them.

The owner of the gallery looked at Qu Zhi's leaving figure, curled his lips nonchalantly, and thought, you can see at a glance that he is too picky.

Just look at that painting, anyone who sees it will know that it is not easy to sell, and if you buy it, it will just be put in the corner to gather dust.

As for Qu Zhi's fame, the owner said he didn't know. Qu Zhi's fame was limited to Jinling, and he was not even famous in Jinling. It would be strange if the owner in Guangling knew about it.

In the end, Qu Zhi took the painting back to Jinling. He was not in a hurry to find a way to sell the painting. Fortunately, the income from selling paintings in the Space-Time Gallery was not bad. He was not yet stretched to the point of being stretched, and he could wait

a little longer. He thought that if he could drag it out for a while, maybe the anger of Shishi Tingyu would disappear.