Almighty painter

Chapter 560: Million Invitation

Wu Qinlai was stunned.

He didn't think it was a problem that Miao Angwen would spit out blood and faint if he heard it.

He now felt as if there was a mouthful of blood stuck in his throat, ready to burst out at any moment, and then he fainted.

"Draw a picture for me, make a friend, and the matter will be settled this way." - It has gone beyond thunder and rain, and is now in the realm of royal grace.

There was no thunder at all.

The spring rain keeps falling there!

Is this still the same Brother Hao with thunderous wrists and ruthless killing spree?

When has Brother Hao ever been so easy to talk to?

"You want to recruit me into your group."

Gu Weijing asked.

"It depends on how you understand joining the gang."

"At first I really wanted you to work for me and make some fake paintings for me. My fault. I was too frivolous when Cao Xuan was optimistic about me. How could I let a racehorse pull a mill? Just treat this as a joke and don't take it to heart."

"Later, I wanted to promote your paintings and train you to become a national artist in Southeast Asia, and a great painter like the second Le Pho, but you still refused."

Brother Hao's tone sounds mysterious.

"Normally, I hate being rejected twice."

He paused, then smiled.

"Huh, but you're worth making an exception for."

"That's right. You have connections, resources, and you've signed with a big gallery. You don't need my hype. You can probably rely on your own abilities to move up step by step. You don't want to be a puppet controlled by me. You want to become a true master of art through your own efforts. I understand."

"I haven't seen many people who can say NO to a Bentley at the age of 17 over the years. Maybe you can really succeed! So I didn't force you. I like your persistence."

"So today, for the third time, I'm inviting you. Not as your subordinate, not even for hype, let's just be friends. I'll order an oil painting from you, and we'll have an equal relationship. Just like many great painters will undertake the business of painting private portraits for entrepreneurs."

"I won't delay your future."

"It's a clean relationship between a painter and a client. I can offer you an additional payment, not bribery, just a commission for the contract. I have been making fake paintings for a lifetime, and in the end, it would be interesting if I could sponsor an outstanding real painter."

"Well... how about this painting be worth 100 million?"

Brother Hao paused and added on the phone.

"Of course, the unit must be US dollars."

Wu Qinlai's pupils constricted.

Koko looked stunned.

Uncle Lian Alai frowned and looked at Gu Weijing with a complicated expression.

One painting, one million dollars.

When faced with Brother Hao's invitation, Gu Weijing's first thought was not the surprise of being hit on the head by a big pie.

Not the excitement of facing a million-dollar price tag.

But -

Is there something wrong with this guy's brain?

If one day, when you go out for a walk on the street, there are suddenly crowds of people and the sound of gongs and drums.

A reporter from a well-known TV station came to interview you and said, "Sir, you won a big prize by buying Meow Meow King cat food. You won a free house from the sales office."

You will feel like you are about to be overwhelmed by the joy.

but.

If one day you go out and stroll on the street.

There were huge crowds of people and loud drums and gongs.

The interview car drove over, and a bunch of reporters got out, holding up microphones and saying, "Oh, congratulations on winning the grand prize in your online shopping. It's a special prize, given to you by the Palace Museum! Please share your feelings."

You will feel.

WHAT?

This world is crazy.

Gu Weijing now felt that the way the world before him was opening up was definitely not right.

It's gone crazy!

Are you sick, Brother Hao?

Too much money to spend?

Please tell me what you admire about me. Can't I change it? There are so many great painters in the world, why do you have to stick to me?

That's one million dollars.

If a painting has ever been sold for $100 million, it can basically be considered to have reached the threshold of a world-class painter, such as Uncle Sakai.

Tang Ning is so awesome that she just crossed this threshold at the Hong Kong auction held during the spring season this year.

Among all female painters in Asia, she is firmly ranked among the top ten.

Tang Ning is so talented, and it took her twenty years of hard work since her debut to raise her net worth to this level and set this record.

Gu Weijing ascended to heaven on the spot.

Not counting illustrations, this was the first time in his life that someone came to him to buy a custom work, and Brother Hao gave him the price directly with just one sentence.

note.

If a painting costs one million dollars, he is an international first-class painter.

This refers to the sales price, not the average price.

Among the living painters, whose average price can reach one million US dollars?

In the art world, he is light, electricity, and myth.

He is the god of art.

An average price of one million US dollars, what does that mean?

Zhang Daqian may have some, Qi Baishi may be about the same, and because there are fewer Dong Qichang works in existence, the average price may be higher.

But among the names that are often seen in auctions, these three are probably the only ones.

The remaining older generation, including Wu Changshuo, Xu Beihong, Zao Wou-Ki, Wu Guanzhong, Fu Baoshi, Huang Binhong... including Mr. Cao, are all top-notch painters.

They have all sold works worth hundreds of millions of yuan.

Nowadays, it is normal for the masterpieces of the top handful of super masters to be sold for tens of millions of dollars if marketed properly.

Damien Hirst has even sold a work for an unprecedented $100 million.

But all statistics are taken down.

The average price may not be able to remain firmly above $100 million.

Even Picasso couldn't do it.

All of Lao Bi's works, if added together, might be worth 100 billion dollars.

This is of course a sky-high price.

But his works are so numerous, tens of thousands of them.

A low-quality one with poor condition can be bought for only $10,000 or $20,000.

The average price may not be as high as Uncle Sakai's.

In the entire overseas painting market, there are only a handful of people who can reach this level.

Andy Warhol is so awesome.

One person holds up half of the entire North American art market because he has so many works and each one is extremely expensive.

Brother Hao asked for one million yuan to buy a painting by Gu Weijing.

Not only did everyone else who heard this become dumbfounded, but even Gu Weijing himself felt that this matter was truly absurd.

What are you doing? Why?

Why?

What are you thinking?

Please, don't come to me, be rational, if you have this money, you should buy Monet or Degas.

The price offered by Brother Hao is really to the point where it is like putting the names of all the great painters in the world on a plate, crossing his legs, and flipping over whoever's name he wants.

Maybe Leonardo da Vinci can't even think about it, Van Gogh can't reach it either, and ancient paintings from the Song Dynasty are definitely not good enough. Let's see the situation from the Yuan and Ming Dynasties.

But other than that.

Sir, please take your pick, you can really buy them all.

You can't buy famous works like Monet's "Water Lilies" and "Haystacks", but for the rest of the ordinary ones, this money will give you some room for choice.

Picasso's price of $100 million is stuck in a rather awkward range.

Investors would not be willing to spend so much money, around $5, to buy some ordinary works just for a signature from Picasso.

Otherwise, go up a level and try something really big.

Spend 1000 million or even 1 million US dollars to buy some truly super-blockbuster masterpieces, like the "Women of Algiers" in Miss Irena's hand.

Before the pop art market started to go down in recent years, almost everyone in the European and American markets liked to buy Andy Warhol at this price.

It has a very good property of preserving value, and usually you can make a lot of profit by holding on to it for a few years before selling it.

In short.

When someone wants to spend $100 million to buy a painting.

All the famous artists in the world will open their arms to him.

And the little-known name "Gu Weijing" is definitely not on this list.

Don’t say anything else.

Custom portrait words.

If you want to paint Chinese paintings, you can find Tang Ning.

If you want to paint oil paintings, it’s okay to ask Kazunari Sakai.

Uncle Sakai must have answered a phone call and started playing and rolling over.

Shengzi said that her father painted private portraits for the presidents of some large companies in Japan. Generally, after preliminary interviews and several communications with the clients, the portraits were delivered within two months.

The fees are actually around $20 to $50.

Of course.

In Hao's case, people may not be willing to take the job, but if you want to, the market price for an international top-notch master to paint your portrait face to face is like this.

And the list of international first-line painters.

There is absolutely no name of this unknown person Gu Weijing.

of course.

If this transaction really takes place and is included in the statistics by some art review organizations.

Then.

Gu Weijing will probably achieve the unprecedented super achievement in the entire history of human art, where the average price of his first debut work will reach one million US dollars, and the first work officially sold will make him a member of the international first-class painters club, which will never be repeated.

Not to mention that he beat Tang Ning in terms of average price, maybe he also beat Cao in seconds.

Even in Southeast Asia.

This way of playing is really too wild.

The great Vietnamese painter next door is simply named Le Pho.

And this matter, from beginning to end, seems outrageous to the extreme.

Gu Weijing knew it without having to pee on the spot and look at himself.

He is unworthy.

"Why?" Gu Weijing was so shocked by the invitation that he almost wanted to laugh. "I totally don't understand why you want to invest in me. With this money, you can buy a bunch of 911s and drive a different color every day. Or buy a yacht and have parties every day, isn't that good?"

He made a joke which was not very funny.

"I respect capable people, ambitious people, and courageous people. People who can see further deserve more space and higher prices. I never skimp on the price I offer to people I like."

Brother Hao's tone remained calm.

"how about you?"

"Why do you spend so much money on the children in the orphanage? Why did you just spend $911 to donate to a free clinic at the hospital? Wouldn't it be better to use this money to buy a and drive it on the road, or rent a boat and go out to sea to have a yacht party?" Brother Hao asked softly.

Gu Weijing held up his cell phone.

He didn't speak for a long time.

Three points were due to being stumped, and seven points were due to fear.

The huge fear was like a giant hand, tightly gripping his heart... He knew that Brother Hao had always known it.

His actions in the orphanage, his plans, the colleges he wanted to apply for, and even the charitable donations he made in the name of the Jasmine Foundation.

All in all.

The other party knows it very clearly.

It's such a terrible feeling.

It was as if he was an ant held in the palm of a god's hand, or a goldfish kept in a fish tank by a giant.

The space of this transparent fish tank is as large as 598 square kilometers.

The name is Yangon.

The whole city is filled with Hao Ge’s hands looking down, and the whole city is filled with the fish that Hao Ge has placed in his office.

He was shaking his head and tail weakly, crawling and swimming there. It was funny that a few days ago, I thought Brother Hao no longer seemed to pay attention to him.

original.

The other party is always there.

Brother Hao always knows clearly about all the little actions that people think are secret.

It's like a demon in a ghost story that keeps possessing your back.

You go about your daily routine of eating, dressing, living and travelling without noticing anything.

Until by chance, I turned around and glanced at the dressing mirror——

The devil with a green face and fangs is smiling at you somewhere.

……

"Don't be surprised. In this city, as long as I want, even if I just sit at home, I can still be more aware than many people."

On the phone.

Brother Hao also sounded like he was smiling gently.

"You haven't answered my question yet, why?"

"No reason. Maybe it's because I like it."

"Yes, that's a good answer. I can also use the same words to answer your confusion. Why am I willing to spend one million dollars to buy a painting? There is no reason, just because I like it. And coincidentally, without being self-deprecating, I might be one of the richest people in this country."

"People will always spend more money for the things they like. I have dozens of cars, a large number of luxury properties, and my private yacht is moored at the dock in Monaco. In some years, in May, I will invite my European partners to the deck of the yacht to drink champagne while watching the Monaco Grand Prix of Formula 1. I also have a helicopter. You see, for someone like me, buying a bunch of 911s and driving a different color every day, or driving a yacht to party, has gradually lost its ability to excite me."

"I started to focus on other areas. When you have as much money as I do, you realize that most of the time, worldly values ​​are meaningless."

"For me, a supercar is no more valuable than a fixed-focus movie lens used by director Coppola on the set. Similarly, one million dollars is no more important than buying a painting that suits my taste. $1, $10, $100 million? What's the difference between them? Maybe I just made a random guess and felt that anything below this number would be too boring."

"Well, just like now... I suddenly want to make a new offer."

"300 million dollars. No reason. JUST FOR FUN."

Hao said in a funny tone.

(End of this chapter)