Ning Shaoyun's exhibition is about to end, and Xiaofeng needs to go and see it again. After all, most of her more than 20 paintings have been reserved by collectors, and she will not have the chance to take a closer look at them in the future.
For students who are still studying, these paintings are worth appreciating over and over again.
So Xia Mian invited the fund manager introduced to her by Ning Shaobai to the gallery, intending to accompany Xiaofeng to the exhibition and then go directly to the fund manager to discuss the establishment of the fund.
There were still many people visiting the exhibition. Xia Mian followed Xiao Feng and looked at it slowly. However, she had no talent in art. Apart from thinking it was beautiful, she could not see anything else.
Not long after, he met Wei Yuanhang and several other students from the Academy of Fine Arts. Xia Mian felt as if he had been pardoned. He handed Xiao Feng over to them for professional exchanges, and planned to go to the cafe next door to wait for the fund manager.
When passing by the corner, Xia Mian stopped when he saw Ye Anran's painting "Pure White Angel".
When she saw the painting again, her mood was different. She still remembered Sun Shuming's joke that the biggest flaw of the painting was that the paint was used too sparingly, but she didn't expect it to be true.
Xia Mian thought of what happened in the art studio at the Academy of Fine Arts and couldn't help but smile. Ye Anran shouldn't be short of painting materials in the next period of time.
She had just finished thinking about the person, but she didn't expect to see him on the way to the nearby coffee shop a few minutes later.
Behind the large pillar at the corner of the gallery, right next to the back door of the gallery, there are many staff members coming in and out.
He leaned against the big pillar with his head tilted back and his eyes closed. It should have been a posture of enjoyment, but Xia Mian always felt that he would cry in the next second.
After hesitating for a moment, she bought two hot drinks from the store next door and walked over.
As I got closer, I heard Qian Fa's voice coming from behind the corner:
"Hey, Assistant Wang, you guys have to have a theme for your bidding anyway, and ours is a great one!"
"Don't you artists all admire the beauty of imperfection? That Venus and all that? Look at An Ran's paintings—none of them are imperfect..."
"Not only is the theme good, but it also has a good publicity gimmick!"
"A talented painter suffering from a heart attack..."
"Stop, stop!" Assistant Wang was clearly very impatient. "Heart disease, heart disease, you've used the heart disease gimmick so many times, and heart disease doesn't work on us!"
"Our company wants to participate in the bidding, but we want fame and profit, not charity!"
"The owner of the Red House Gallery is offering this month of free space to attract promising and renowned emerging artists, and to draw traffic and build their reputation."
"Besides the heart disease, what else does Ye Anran have?"
"His paintings might not even be worthy of a booth, and yet you're thinking of setting a theme and hanging all his paintings here," Assistant Wang said sarcastically. "You're really audacious."
Qian Fa didn't feel like he was being scolded at all, and continued to smile and said, "Why is he not qualified? His paintings are really good."
"If you don't believe me, take a look!" He took out three photos and handed them to Assistant Wang. "These were painted in the past few months, with the guidance of a famous teacher. The previous one is still hanging in there, and it has been sold!" He said this with excitement.
"That's thanks to Teacher Qingyun." Assistant Wang's gaze was forced to fall on the photo. After a quick glance, he scoffed, "He's got a disease himself, so he wants to cripple everyone?"
"Isn't the beauty of imperfection and disability equally good?"
"Look at what you're saying. There are so many disabled children in the world, and Anran thinks they're all adorable," Qian Fa said. "Venus also has a broken arm, so isn't that a disability? Why is it different? If you paint it beautifully, disability becomes the beauty of imperfection."
"What the hell is going on here?" Assistant Wang couldn't get his point across and said impatiently, "Alright, stop pestering me. There's nothing to discuss about this anyway."
"Ye Anran doesn't even have any academic qualifications. Even if he's a student at the Capital Academy of Fine Arts, it's just a stepping stone, right? He can't even write a profile, so you! Forget it."
Qian Fa immediately said, "Oh, our An Ran is from the Capital Academy of Fine Arts! He goes there for classes every day."
"Professor Sun Shuming is his teacher, he always gives him guidance!"
"The introduction is even simpler. A talented painter, nearing death, drags his sick body through a final creation to fulfill a wish. It's a gimmick, right? But he still wants money, right?"
Qian Fa suddenly thought of something and laughed at himself. "His body really can't hold on for much longer. Maybe it will soon become a posthumous work. Aren't posthumous works of painters very valuable?"
"Look, if you organize this for him, you'll definitely gain both fame and fortune. It's definitely worth it." Qian Fa noticed Assistant Wang's stunned look and said, "If you can't make the decision, let me meet your Manager Hu and I'll talk to him personally."
"Come on!" Assistant Wang reacted and stopped him, completely impatient. "Don't let your imagination run wild here. We need at least fifty works for this kind of exhibition."
"Didn't you say he was already ill? He still had time to paint? Could he possibly put together fifty paintings on this theme?"
"Fifty pictures?" Qian was stunned for a moment.
Assistant Wang, seeing he had him under control, finally let out a simmer of anger. "Yeah, he wants fifty. If he can get them together, we'll not only make them for him, but we won't even charge any commission!"
Qian Fa's eyes lit up, and he grabbed Assistant Wang and said, "You said it! If I can get the money, you can do it for me! You can take the commission! I won't make it difficult for you."
Manager Wang looked at him, like a hungry wolf sniffing at a bone, and immediately regretted his previous words. However, he also had a response, "Okay, but don't think you can just use anyone's paintings to deal with me. Didn't you say Ye Anran was from the Capital Academy of Fine Arts?"
"I only accept works from the Capital Academy of Fine Arts. I don't care whether you're a student or a professor. As long as you're of a good enough standard and have 50 works, I'll consider it."
Qian Fa suddenly choked. Assistant Wang rolled his eyes and said, "If you don't have the skills, why would you take on such a job? There are so many poor people in this world. If we could ask them to be kind to us, we would have to spend all our money to make them all happy."
"Let's go! Stop playing dirty here! If he's really capable, there wouldn't be anybody willing to help him organize an exhibition without him resorting to using his heart disease to gain sympathy..."
"Who said he has no ability?" A voice suddenly interrupted.
Qian Fa and Assistant Wang were both stunned for a moment, then turned around and saw a group of students coming out of the back door without them noticing.
Qian Fa asked, "Why are you here?"
Wei Yuanhang said, "I came here to visit, and then I saw you from the window, so I came over to take a look."
Assistant Wang looked at the students who were completely different from Qian Fa and was also full of doubts. "You are..."
"We are Ye Anran's classmates, students of the Capital Academy of Fine Arts."
Wei Yuanhang asked, "Do you mean what you just said? As long as we gather fifty good works from the Capital Academy of Fine Arts, you will hold an exhibition for us, and you won't take a commission?"
Assistant Wang had a bad feeling. He said that because he was sure that Qian Fa would not be able to come up with the money. Now, with a student from the Capital Academy of Fine Arts showing up, he didn't dare to make a decision.
He was just thinking about what to say when Manager Hu came out and asked, "What are you doing?"
Qian Fa said with a grin, "Manager Hu, Assistant Wang said he could organize an exhibition for us."
Assistant Wang glared at him angrily and hurriedly explained to Manager Hu, "No, this scoundrel heard from somewhere that we're bidding for the Red House Gallery's exhibition in a month."
"When they heard that the venue was free and we would only charge a commission for organizing the exhibition, they came to us and insisted on using Ye Anran's work."
At this point, he couldn't help but sneer, "You're even deciding on a theme for us."
Upon hearing this, Wei Yuanhang said, "Then he's right to approach you. The Red House Gallery is trying to attract traffic and build its reputation. Isn't your bidding for this exhibition also to build your company's reputation?"
"Why can't we consider the topic raised by Ye Anran?"
Wei Yuanhang said, "Let's put everything else aside and just speak with strength."
"According to the conditions Assistant Wang just mentioned, if we can get fifty works from the Capital Academy of Fine Arts, guaranteed to be exhibition-quality, then we can get it done. That's it, okay?"
Manager Hu glanced at Assistant Wang, who, in a moment of desperation, suddenly thought of something and immediately took out the photo Qian Fa had just given him. "Manager Hu, look, his work does have a theme. Not many people paint this kind of theme. They may not be able to put together a complete work for us."
Manager Hu took a few careful glances at them, then handed the photos to Wei Yuanhang. "Our bidding will start in a month, so you must produce 50 works of this theme that are worthy of being exhibited within that month. Can you do it?"
"The level of exhibition I'm talking about is truly excellent paintings. Don't be fooled by those self-promoted or abstract paintings. Our company has been planning celebrity art exhibitions for many years, and we have a good eye for them."
Wei Yuanhang took the photo and took a look at it, hesitating slightly.
For art students, it usually takes several months or even two years to create a work of exhibition quality, and it is not easy to collect works with themes. Wei Yuanhang looked at Qian Fa, wanting to know how many paintings Ye Anran had.
Qian Fa secretly made a two gesture to Wei Yuanhang.
Wei Yuanhang: ...
Even he had to admit that this was a real scoundrel.
Xiao Feng suddenly said, "I can draw! My teacher is Zhu Yuanhai, and I also take classes at the Capital Academy of Fine Arts." He looked up and asked Manager Hu, "Is my drawing okay?"
Assistant Wang rolled his eyes. "How old are you..."
"Xiao Wang!" Manager Hu interrupted the new assistant and said to Xiao Feng, "Of course you can if your teacher approves."
As one of the top exhibition planners in the industry, Manager Hu was naturally well-informed and knew that Zhu Yuanhai's disciple was a painting genius.
He also saw with his own eyes at Teacher Qingyun's painting exhibition this time - how the bigwigs in the circle doted on this child. If he could produce his paintings, no matter what, he would have endorsement.
Then this matter is not out of consideration.
but……
Manager Hu reminded him, "You can't possibly complete fifty paintings in a month by yourself."
"Who said he was just one person?" Wei Yuanhang blurted out, "There's also me! I'm painting too, right now!"
"I've exhibited my works before, and I'll do my best to show you one this month!"
"Count me in!" Han Juan, the girl next to him, said, "I have works too, and I can even bring my best friend along. She's top of her class, so it's definitely no problem! I can offer two pieces!"
"I'm coming too! Even though I don't have any works, I'm going to impress you this time!"
"Count me in too!"
…
Xiao Feng looked up at them with bright eyes, "Brother Wei, Sister Han..."
Wei Yuanhang smiled and said, "Our Junior Master has set an example, so of course we have to learn from him!"
Xiao Feng hugged him happily and nuzzled his waist. Wei Yuanhang rubbed his head and suddenly felt confident. "If we don't have enough, we still have the entire art academy. I'll look for them one by one. I don't believe I can't find fifty works!"
Assistant Wang pursed his lips and blushed.
Manager Hu smiled and said, "Okay, but let me be frank. You only have one month. We will also be making our own bidding preparations. If you don't have 50 works in one month, our agreement will be void."
Wei Yuanhang said, "You must keep your word!"
Manager Hu looked at Xiao Feng and said, "With your junior uncle as a witness, you can rest assured."
Xiao Feng's eyes were filled with confusion. Ning Shaoyun came out and said with a smile, "Yes, let Xiao Feng be your witness. If Manager Hu doesn't keep his word, we will ignore him from now on."
Manager Hu smiled and shook hands with Qian Fa and Wei Yuanhang. "I hope we have a chance to work together."
Qian Fa, who had been such a scabby guy before, now bit his lips tightly and couldn't utter a word. Wei Yuanhang seemed not to notice his red eyes. He patted his shoulder and said to Manager Hu confidently, "Don't worry, we can definitely cooperate!"
"Right, Junior Master."
Xiao Feng nodded firmly, "Yes."
—A group of people left from the back door one after another. Xia Mian looked down at Ye Anran, who was squatting beside a pillar with his head buried in his arms. He reached out and touched his head:
“You have to believe that there are many kind-hearted people in this world. What they do is not charity, but because some people deserve gentle treatment.”
She pressed the hot drink into his hand and said, "Come on, kid. At your age, you should believe in miracles."
After Xia Mian received the call from the fund manager, he went directly to see Manager Hu.
The children have done what they can, so let the adults do the rest!
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