Almighty painter

Chapter 187

"Can you not have exclusive agency rights?"

Professor Sakai wiped out the grilled meat on the plate, threw the stick aside, and looked at the manager who approached for a few seconds before asking slowly.

"It's boring to say that, of course I still want it. Professor Sakai, 5000 million US dollars, any gallery that offers such a large contract will ask for an exclusive agency."

Hanks smiled shyly.

The so-called exclusive agency means that the signed artist can only cooperate with one of their galleries during the contract extension period.

Whether it is selling works, exhibitions or auctions, it must be carried out through the channels of Ma Shi Gallery.

This can be called their master artist.

Otherwise, while they were crazy about marketing for Uncle Sakai, he would turn around and sell paintings through other galleries, or even directly bypass the gallery to contact the auction house.

Wouldn’t Ma Shi Gallery become an idiot for your wife to use your hard-earned wages to hook up with male gym trainers outside?

"$5000 million in four years is already very sincere."

Hanks really wanted to sign this great artist whose fat meat was ten times more expensive than its weight in gold.

The art business, logically, has always been a market where galleries decide.

There are a lot of art students dreaming of being artists, and there are still some people who are willing to sign vampire contracts.

But the more you go to the high-end field, the more the artist has the right to speak, and it becomes the gallery scrambling for the artist.

A painting worth 50 US dollars can be sold for millions of dollars after reselling slowly. Among them, the fine works may earn several million dollars for a single painting.

In order to prevent competitors from poaching people, the liquidated damages of internationally renowned artists are often as high as nine figures.

At present, among the first-line great painters of this age in the industry who are in the golden period of high-yield creation, there are only a few sporadic ones whose contracts are nearing completion.

Uncle Sakai will end his 17-year cooperative relationship with Daejeon Art Gallery in September this year, and he may be the only well-known artist who has not signed a contract with the next house.

The hunters from various galleries are frantically rushing forward to express their intention to negotiate. It is said that the most promising one is the Komatsu Gallery in Osaka.

Kasunari Sakai was not in a hurry, and even the emails sent by the studio to the gallery dealers were formulaic and perfunctory.

After Hanks Mashi flew to Japan, he didn't even see the other party in person.

He inquired that Professor Sakai liked to go to this small barbecue shop for supper at night.

In order to negotiate this deal, Hanks also went ruthless, resting in the hotel during the day, and squatting in the 24-hour Starbucks in front of the barbecue restaurant at night.

After squatting for more than half a week, I finally caught the chubby figure of Professor Kazushige Sakai in my sight.

"Boss, order a bottle of sake, the best." Hanks waved to the chef.

They sat in a secluded corner of the grill bar.

Apart from Mr. Otani, there are no customers in this restaurant, and the security conditions in the vicinity seem to be good.

Hanks asked the cook to pick up the wine, looked around for a while, and then took out an exquisite self-winding box from his handbag.

He put three layers of clean napkins on it and pushed it along the black countertop.

"Mass Gallery has a cooperation with Richard Mille. This watch is a small meeting gift from Mr. Mass III. It is not a respect."

Printed on the watch box is the logo of Richard Mille, an art-quality watchmaker known for producing top-of-the-line ultra-thin mechanical watches.

A watch like this in a specialty store starts at $15.

Of course, Ma Shi Gallery gets this watch for free.

Luxury goods companies and watch dealers are traditional patrons of galleries and museums.

Hanks hopes to get closer to each other with this luxury watch.

He didn't know what to give Uncle Sakai except the watch, which was called men's cosmetics.

Learning to please great artists is almost the basic professional skill of a hunter agent.

The one who took drugs and had a heart attack together, the one who became a model and became infected with willows together, and the one who went climbing a snow mountain and broke his leg together... These tragedies are not uncommon news.

The main reason is that Uncle Sakai's hobbies are too down-to-earth.

Those who like antique cars, beautiful women, handsome men, yachts, and lion hunting in Africa... Well, forget it, hunting for artists was an elegant hobby a few decades ago, but now it is easy for protection organizations to do it.

Anyway, these requirements are easy to handle.
Even if you want to go to the sky, as long as you can bring enough benefits to the gallery, a seven-day trip to the International Space Station may not be impossible.

But I like to eat... Even if Hanks has the courage to risk his life to accompany a gentleman, he can only munch on two sticks of roasted garlic.

Still in this kind of cheap restaurant, Hanks glanced at the price list and was not even interested in entertaining guests.

"That's not necessary."

Uncle Sakai was so used to the manager's overtures that he didn't even intend to open the watch box. He shook the $[-] Apple Watch on his wrist: "I'm used to wearing this. My wife needs to check my exercise records regularly."

At this moment, the mobile phone on the bar suddenly rang.

Professor Sakai saw the phone number above.

The fat on the fourth floor of the uncle's chin visibly trembled.

He made a silent gesture to Master Otani and Hanks.

After waiting for more than ten seconds, he carefully answered the phone.

"[-]%? Have you been controlling your diet and work and rest recently, and insisted on exercising?" Mrs. Sakai spoke on the phone and dug a hole for her husband by the way.

"Yeah, dear, I did the rowing machine for half an hour before going to bed, and I ran three kilometers on the elliptical machine. I went to bed on time after nine o'clock, and I didn't wake up until I received a call from you."

It seems that Uncle Sakai just got married with his mistress when his wife catches him.

He looked at the barbecue on the tray, swallowed, and frightenedly made up a lie.

He's not much of a software savvy and doesn't know the power of Apple's location sharing, which has been dubbed "housewife's spyware."

It's just that over the years, I always feel that my wife's phone calls from checking the bedroom are mysterious.

In Yangon, Mrs. Sakai, who had already returned to the hotel, sneered a few times in her heart.

But she didn't expose her husband's nonsense, she just said in a very gentle tone: "Well, my Byron is the best. I believe that when I return to Tokyo with Katsuko in the summer, you will definitely lose 220 catties Next, give us a surprise, right?"

Sakai Kazunari swallowed with difficulty.

Mrs. Sakai is always condescending and domineering to outsiders.

But she has always been gentle with her husband after marriage.

Sometimes, Uncle Sakai would rather his wife yell at him on the phone than encourage himself with such an expectant tone.

This made Uncle Sakai unhappy eating meat, as if he was a heartless person.

Whenever the other party called him "my Byron" in a sweet tone, it always made his little heart thump, and the fat on his body was choppy.

then,

When he was studying in Spain, a beautiful rich daughter told him that he had Byron's sad and emotional eyes.

Before Uncle Sakai received his first contract with OFA, his career development was not very smooth.

At that time, it was often criticized by critics for the lack of characteristics of the picture. It was only the second Ingres, and the market response was very average.

That school girl was always in his ear, and she said in such an expectant tone: "My Byron is the best, don't worry about those stupid critics, you are not the second Angel, you are Kazushige Sakai, the first great artist."

Kazunari Sakai, a great artist, is still very moved when he recalls this past event.

Although he always felt that his so-called "byron-like sad and emotional eyes", it was actually because he hadn't had enough food back then.

But the eye circles are still red.

The private lives of fellow artists in many circles are very chaotic.

Because there are too many beautiful models and beauties around, it is too easy to get.

Marriage and divorce can't wait to be like legal holidays, and it's itchy all over the body if you don't come here regularly every year.

There are countless couples who hold restricted-level parties together, or simply announce to the outside world that they are in an "open relationship".

Those who can persist in marriage for four or five years are considered model couples, but Uncle Sakai has a very good relationship with his wife. He has never made a mistake of sorry for his wife.

Women with good skin are everywhere, and this is the only elementary school girl who can care about him like a mother-in-law.

"220 pounds? The doctor said that I am prone to obesity, and it is difficult to lose weight..." Uncle Sakai wanted to struggle again.

"I believe in you, you can do it."

"225 pounds?"

"220 pounds, and my blood fat can't exceed the standard. I've been exercising to keep my figure. Shengzi and Gangchang are both grown up. I think that when I go back, we will work hard and have another child. How about it?"

"it is good."

Uncle Sakai gritted his teeth, thinking whether he should go for a private liposuction operation.

"You never let me down."

"Honey, what's the matter with calling me so late?" Seeing that his wife was finally satisfied, Uncle Sakai hurriedly changed the subject to prevent the other party from adding further requests such as losing fatty liver.

"Hmph, I want to talk to you about my daughter."

"Success?"

"Yes, she is not with me now." Mrs. Sakai said.

"It's so late, what's the matter with her, what happened!" Uncle Sakai stood up from the bar counter suddenly, his expression a little nervous.

"Your daughter is a big girl, and now she is going to paint with our little artist Gu Weijing. Maybe the atmosphere is just right now."

Mrs. Sakai's tone was teasing.

"Oh, it's okay."

Hearing that his daughter was fine, Sakai Kasunari visibly relaxed, sat back on his chair, and took a sip of the sake in his glass.

"What's oh, okay?"

Mrs. Sakai raised her tone in displeasure: "Katsuko ran out to date a boy at this point, and your reaction was 'Oh, okay?' Is there anyone like you who is such a father?"

Sakai Kasunari really likes Gu Weijing,

Talented, hardworking, and calm.

He himself was born in an ordinary family, and he didn't care so much about the right and wrong. The big deal is to leave enough safe and wealthy money for his daughter and son-in-law.

As long as you have a good personality and a good character, nothing else matters.

Sakai Kazunari even always thought it was quite interesting.

Women are strange creatures.

His state of mind when he was in love was really different from when he became a mother. His wife fell in love with him who was still penniless, but when the baby girl fell in love with a poor boy, she began to pick her nose and eyes.

of course,

Uncle Sakai didn't have the courage to point out his wife's double standard.

He immediately followed his wife's tone obediently and changed his words: "What a bastard! An obedient child like Shengzi was spoiled by him. Next time we meet, I must deal with that bastard—"

Uncle Sakai cursed a few words.

He was still a little worried about whether his wife was going to beat the mandarin ducks, so he tried to persuade him: "—but, my dear. The child has grown up, and we should also give Shengzi a certain amount of personal space, Gu Weijing In fact, he is also a good boy, and it is not easy to handle this matter too roughly. Don't you think so?"

There was no answer from the other end of the phone.

Uncle Sakai's heart sank slowly.

People who study art are very sensitive to emotions.Love is such a thing, win-win or lose-lose. Many times, if it is not handled well, one injury will hurt two children.

"Pfft..."

Mrs. Sakai on the other end of the phone suddenly laughed, and she asked playfully, "Yicheng, are you so sure that I have to be a villain?"

"Huh? Of course not. It's just that I thought you really wanted to match up with Shengzi and Xiaosong's family."

Uncle Sakai realized that things might not be the same as he imagined.

"Yes. I really think so. Being a leisurely and elegant rich lady in the owner's family of a gallery, she should not suffer much in her life."

Mrs. Sakai said lightly: "As a mother, I certainly hope to give Shengzi a better choice. But unfortunately, our daughter Shengzi's heart has been taken away by that Gu boy. What can I do? I am not I want to sell my daughter. Xiaosong doesn’t live up to it, but I can still force Shengzi to marry him.”

"If you can't control it, don't care about it. Anyway, she chooses a man, not me. After suffering, I found it myself."

"That's the truth."

Uncle Sakai nodded vigorously and patted his belly with a loud slap.

"There won't be any problems between you and President Komatsu." Mrs. Sakai asked.

"President Komatsu, heh, nothing will happen."

Sakai Kasunari shook his head: "Don't say I haven't signed Komatsu Gallery, even if I do, I can do whatever I want, at most it's a little embarrassing. A big business worth tens of millions of dollars won't be lost because of the children's affairs." What changed."

"Besides. President Komatsu is indeed very powerful, but he doesn't have the ability to give me shame." Sakai shook his head disdainfully.

The art circle is afraid of offending the senior aristocrats.

The bosses oppress the juniors and trip you up, it's just a matter of one sentence.

But for an artist who has reached his stage, Uncle Sakai himself is a senior family member, and he is not willing to offend Chairman Komatsu, but he is not afraid of him.

"This is the best, and I think so too." Mrs. Sakai was obviously relieved, and her tone was a little cheerful, as if she wanted to share some new discoveries with her husband, "Let me tell you a secret. Maybe my daughter has inherited my good eyesight. What about eyesight?"

(End of this chapter)