Zong Jia and the other three looked at her together, but Jiang Xiaoli hesitated for a moment.
She remembered hearing about it in her previous life; the graphics of the wildly popular game "Arrow of the Ice God" were exquisite.
News media have reported that Quan Wenyan, the art designer of "Arrow of Ice," is the winner of the Alexander Lucia Prize for Painting, and is also the youngest recipient of this prize, which is known as the Nobel Prize of painting.
The painting that won the award at the Quanwen Banquet was auctioned after winning the award in 2001 and was acquired by a mysterious buyer for US$1.36 million.
This report sparked a heated discussion.
One group of people thought that no wonder the game's graphics were so good; it turned out the art designer was a master.
Another group of people believe that such a talented painter should stick to artistic creation, and that it is a waste of his time to make games.
At the time, Jiang Xiaoli was happily following the gossip with many netizens, but now she could only make amends by saying, "I must have seen his other paintings and recognized the name."
Cao Jie nodded in agreement. "He looks to be in his early twenties. I always thought that famous painters like him were all quite old."
All she could say was, "Talent is very important in the arts."
Zong Jia noticed her gloomy expression and put his arm around her shoulder, laughing, "Little Pear, you can't be too greedy!"
Jiang Xiaoli chuckled and said, "That's true."
She was just getting more and more curious about "Vulcan".
What kind of person or reason could make a game company born in the United States move to China and have the ability to hire such a heavyweight art designer?
After leaving the art museum, they didn't have a specific direction and just wandered around the streets, stopping whenever they saw an interesting shop.
The best part is that Jiang Xiaoli was worrying about where to find a limited edition Snow White doll to give to Jiang Qingxue in the morning, and then she ran into her at a boutique in the afternoon.
This year marks the 60th anniversary of Snow White's birth, and the official team has released a whole set of Snow White dolls to promote the event.
This set of dolls has 6 different poses. 5 of them are available worldwide, but the one with the skirt lifted is only available in the United States and is already sold out.
When Jiang Xiaoli passed by this boutique, she was immediately attracted by the gift boxes in the window.
This is a store that specializes in selling all kinds of toys and dolls. As soon as she entered, even though no one in the store was speaking, she felt that it was very noisy.
Wanting to finish quickly, she pointed to the set of dolls displayed in the shop window by the door.
"Boss, how much is that set of Snow White dolls?"
The white old man held up one finger, "1000 US dollars."
Cao Jie was shocked by the price. "Chairman Jiang, are we being ripped off?"
Jiang Xiaoli shook her head. "The retail price of this set of dolls is $39.90. It's normal for the owner to make a profit on a limited edition. Did you see the price tag under the doll in the middle of the display case?"
Upon hearing this, Cao Jie looked up and was shocked. Not only her, but Ye Biao was also stunned.
"A doll selling for $30,000? Has the world gone mad?"
Zong Jia chuckled lightly, "People like all sorts of things. Where there's demand, there's a market. It's normal for unique items to be more expensive."
Even so, Cao Jie and Ye Biao expressed their incomprehension at spending 240,000 RMB on a doll.
Jiang Xiaoli smiled and said, "You'll understand in time!"
The boss gave us several Snow White gift boxes, which were beautifully packaged.
When I handed it to her, the shopkeeper smiled and said, "Wishing you happiness every day, and that you become as beautiful as Snow White."
Jiang Xiaoli smiled and thanked her, "Thank you, and I wish you a prosperous business."
They bought a total of 6 dolls, but carrying them around was a bit of a hindrance, so they went back to the hotel.
In the evening, I went to a small bar to listen to some music and had a few drinks. When I returned to the hotel, I happened to be right after Quan Wenyan and the others.
Ruan Jiajia burst out laughing, "What a coincidence! How's your little bar?"
Jiang Xiaoli said with a smile, "The atmosphere made the food taste even better, it was pretty good."
“A cruise dinner too!” Ruan Jiajia exclaimed, as if she had found a kindred spirit. “Looking at the Manhattan skyline at night, even eating steamed buns would have a unique charm!”
While the two women chatted about food, Zong Jia and He Quanwen started talking about art. "We were strolling around the art museum after dinner today and saw your paintings."
Quan Wenyan paused for a moment, then said a little embarrassedly, "Hehe, the works exhibited at the New York Museum of Art are from three years ago. They're not very good, so please excuse the poor quality."
Jiang Xiaoli laughed and said, "You're just being modest. If you weren't good enough, why would the art museum have reserved a booth for you?"
Ruan Jiajia winked at her, "Finally, someone has exposed his fake modesty!"
Quan Wenyan chuckled, "Don't listen to Jiajia. What I just said was truly from the bottom of my heart. If there's a chance, I'll be holding my solo art exhibition in Wudu next year. You're all very welcome to come and see my recent works."
"City of Fog?" Jiang Xiaoli's expression was a little strange. "Are you British?"
“Oh no, Jiajia and I are both from Los Angeles, but we’re currently studying for our master’s degrees together at the Royal College of Art in Great Britain,” Quan Wenyan explained.
Zong Jia smiled and said, "If we have time in Chongqing, we will definitely visit."
Ruan Jiajia asked excitedly, "You're from Great Britain?"
Jiang Xiaoli shook her head. "No, we are all Chinese, but we have relatives in Chongqing and we often go there."
Zong Jia put his arm around her shoulder and said, "Let's not stand in the lobby anymore, let's find a place to sit down and talk slowly?"
“Okay, okay!” Ruan Jiajia immediately agreed.
Quan Wenyan said with a smile, "The hotel's view bar is quite nice."
They chose a table for four, with the two girls sitting together and the boys facing them, while Cao Jie and Ye Biao went to the bar next door.
Seeing this, Ruan Jiajia asked curiously, "Aren't they coming with us?"
Quan Wenyan noticed, "They are your bodyguards?"
They had nothing to hide and nodded in agreement.
Ruan Jiajia looked them over like a curious child, "You're from China...you wouldn't happen to be the children of some important officials, would you?"
Jiang Xiaoli chuckled, "You have a really rich imagination. I have a good friend who I'm sure you'll get along very well."
"Hahaha." Ruan Jiajia laughed so hard she leaned back in her sofa chair. "Then you must introduce me to her."
"Sure, no problem." Teacher Yan Chengcheng was delighted to have gained a new friend on her friend list.
Quan Yan steered the conversation back on track, "You both know my background and Jiajia's background, so why don't you two introduce yourselves?"
Zong Jiayu briefly explained, "We are just ordinary businessmen who came to the United States to discuss some cooperation."
Ruan Jiajia suddenly realized, "No wonder you need bodyguards! Usually, only important officials and wealthy people need them!"
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