Reborn as a great painter, with a system, you can be willful

Chapter 199, The troubles of becoming famous, selling paintings

Sunday morning.

Jiang Zhe came to Wang Zhen's gallery.

He did not rush to meet Wang Zhen, but went to the exhibition hall first to admire the works.

The exhibition hall is open to the public and there are many visitors.

While Jiang Zhe was appreciating the works, he noticed that some of the works had not been replaced. In addition, he did not see the paintings of Mou Xing and Fu Min, so they were probably sold. The two paintings that Lan Xin had hung here were gone, replaced by a new fine-brush flower painting.

Wang Zhen's assistant passed by the exhibition hall and saw Jiang Zhe at a glance. He hurried over and said, "Mr. Jiang, when did you arrive?"

Jiang Zhe said, "I just got here, let me see what new works there are."

"Mr. Wang has been waiting for you."

"Okay, I'll be there right away." After looking at the work, he could go and talk about things. He walked towards Wang Zhen's office. The assistant trotted over, knocked on Wang Zhen's door, waited for Jiang Zhe to come in, served tea, and then closed the door.

"Are you here? Sit down first. I'm processing the painting selling procedures for you." Wang Zhen sat behind the desk, signing as he spoke.

"Thank you." Jiang Zhe agreed. The second oil painting with Yuan Xiaohan as the model had just been sold. Although the transaction price did not exceed the auction price of the same theme, the amount of money Jiang Zhe received was not much different.

Wang Zhen put down the information in his hand and asked Jiang Zhe with a smile: "How is it? Have you felt the joy of being famous these two days?"

Jiang Zhe replied: "I haven't experienced much fun yet, but I have experienced trouble. The number of calls I received has increased several times compared to before."

Wang Zhen said, "Be content. Many people want to enjoy this kind of fun, but they don't have the conditions. Take the painting that was just sold for example, and you can see the effect of fame! Before, it was difficult to sell that painting for more than 10 yuan. Now, based on the original price, the price has been increased by yuan."

Jiang Zhe asked: "Client, you didn't arrange this, did you?"

"Don't worry, it was not arranged by us." Wang Zhen replied.

Jiang Zhe asked again: "You said on the phone that there was something else. Can you tell me now?"

Wang Zhen hesitated for a moment before saying, "First of all, this matter has nothing to do with me. When I was doing business in Shanghai, a middleman found me.

Let me make it clear in advance, it doesn’t matter whether this thing succeeds or not, just don’t be angry with me.”

When Jiang Zhe heard her hesitant words, he knew it was probably not a good thing.

As he encountered more things, his ability to withstand them became stronger than before. "Tell me. I can tell the good from the bad."

“The middleman told me that his friend wanted to train a junior and help him become famous quickly, so he wanted to hire someone to write for him and create some good works.

That person saw your work, especially the one at the auction, and asked me through an intermediary to ask if I would be willing to paint a piece for someone else.

If they are willing, the price they offer will not be lower than the market price.”

Jiang Zhe asked calmly, "The work you helped me sell has nothing to do with him, right?"

Wang Zhen immediately denied it: "Of course it doesn't matter, that's a client of the gallery. It's different from this matter."

Jiang Zhe continued to ask: "Is this matter important to you?"

Wang Zhen said: "I am just asking for the middleman, whether it succeeds or not is not important to me.

Think about it yourself. The other party has some power, otherwise they would not use this method to train a younger generation. "

Jiang Zhe didn't think about it. He had a system and a chance to be reborn. If he did something like this again, it would be too stupid.

"I will not be involved in this matter."

"Don't think about it." Wang Zhen asked.

Jiang Zhe shook his head: "Don't think about it. There is no impenetrable wall in the world. I am involved in this matter. It may be profitable in the short term, but in the long run, it will definitely be harmful."

Wang Zhen said: "Okay, since you don't agree, I will reply to the middleman."

Jiang Zhe asked, "I don't quite understand. Can he make back all the money he spent? You've seen people in the painting industry spend tens of thousands of yuan to get a lot of identities, but in the end, they can't even make back the money they put in."

Wang Zhen smiled and said, "These people are smart. By creating a younger generation, they can make a profit. Secondly, maybe they can make money from other places, or even use this as a cover to do something else."

Jiang Zhe said: "Then, I can't participate even more. Are there many such things?" He rarely knows the truth of such things, so he is curious.

Wang Zhen replied: "As far as I know, some people have done it. Many people are worried about affecting their reputation, so they don't participate. Some people boldly participate in order to make money.

I know that there is a painter in Binhai who once did ghostwriting for others and thus participated in higher-level activities. I don't know how it was done specifically.

Hey, let me make it clear first, don’t take this matter to heart.”

Jiang Zhe said: "Don't worry, I'm not such a stingy person."

He said somewhat self-deprecatingly: "You see, the troubles of being famous are more than the happiness."

"You are taking advantage of me and still want to be nice." Wang Zhen was relieved to see that he was not angry. She had met many painters and knew how strange and arrogant these people were. She was worried that this would make the relationship awkward.

"If everything is ok, I'll go back." Jiang Zhe stood up.

"Don't worry, I've made an appointment with a few of your classmates to settle the bill at the gallery. Do you want to wait for them?"

"Oh, have all their paintings been sold?" Jiang Zhe sat down again. "I saw that many of the paintings in the exhibition hall have been replaced."

Wang Zhen said: "Fu Min and Mou Xing's watercolor paintings have all been sold to a hotel. One for 500 yuan and the other for 400 yuan. I suggested that they paint more watercolor still life works.

Lan Xin's two paintings were sold to a company. The prices were 600 yuan and 400 yuan respectively. Although not too high, it was a good start.

Jiang Zhe smiled and said, "Your channels are wide enough."

Wang Zhen explained: "I have been in this industry for so many years, and I have a general idea of ​​where painting may be needed.

The paintings that galleries sell in large quantities are mainly used to decorate spaces, such as hotels and apartments, companies, etc.

While they were talking, Wang Zhen's cell phone rang again. She picked up the phone, listened and agreed, and glanced at Jiang Zhe in the middle.

Jiang Zhe guessed that this call was related to him?
Wang Zhen put down the phone and said to Jiang Zhe, "There is a good news related to you. A lot of people were interested in your work depicting the night view of the airport, and I have been helping you negotiate.

Now, Binhai Airport has contacted me and wants to buy this painting, but the price they offered is not very high. "

"How many?"

"I can only give you 10,000 yuan. Think about it. Financially, you'll suffer a little, but it will be good for your reputation."

Jiang Zhe did not rush to reply.

This was the first time he had ever encountered such a thing. "I'm going to the bathroom."

He left the office and called Sister Liao.

"Xiaozhe, what's the matter?"

"Sister Liao, there is one thing I am not sure about."

"You said."

Jiang Zhe explained the whole story.

Sister Liao paused for a moment and said, "This is a good thing. The money they gave is indeed not much. I think whether you earn this 1 yuan or not will not have much impact on you.

You can ask Wang Zhen to contact them and hold a donation ceremony. Donate this painting to the airport and earn a good reputation. "

She briefly analyzed the pros and cons of donating for Jiang Zhe.

Jiang Zhe understood immediately and remembered that many painters liked to donate.

"Sister Liao, I understand. Thank you."

"You're still so polite to me." Sister Liao chatted with Jiang Zhe for a while before ending the call.

Jiang Zhe returned to Wang Zhen's office. "Manager Wang, I've made up my mind. I won't make this money."

Wang Zhen thought he was going to refuse.

Then Jiang Zhe said, "Please contact the airport to see if they can hold a donation ceremony. I can donate this painting to them."

Wang Zhen's eyes lit up after hearing this. "Okay, smart. I'll call right away."

Jiang Zhe turned and left to make room for Wang Zhen.

He walked around the exhibition hall, and soon he saw Fu Min, Mou Xing and Lan Xin walking into the gallery together.

He waved to the three people and took the initiative to greet them. "Congratulations, I heard that your work has been sold. This is a good start."

"Student Jiang Zhe, we want to congratulate you first." Fu Min said: "Many classmates know that your works were sold at high prices."

"Congratulations, congratulations." Jiang Zhe responded.

Lan Xin said in a joking tone: "Jiang Zhe, you have become a celebrity in the school now."

Jiang Zhe said, "That's too much. If you start selling paintings, you will become famous soon."

Mou Xing said, "Should we have dinner together to celebrate?"

This proposal was agreed by several people.

Jiang Zhe saw that the three of them were carrying backpacks, and thought they must have brought new works, so he found Wang Zhen's assistant and asked her to help check whether Wang Zhen was still busy.

The assistant replied quickly that Wang Zhen was still on the phone.

"Don't be in a hurry, let's wait in the exhibition hall first." Lan Xin suggested.

The four people began to walk around the exhibition hall, and occasionally when they saw a work of interest, they would comment on it.

They walked up to Lan Xin's work and stopped.

Mou Xing and Fu Min's works have been sold, and there are no new works on display for the time being, so I am very interested in Lan Xin's works.

While they were tasting the food, Wang Zhen walked out of the office, saw the four people, and came over to say hello.

"Lan Xin, Fu Min, Mou Xing, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

Lan Xin and the other two hurriedly said that they had just arrived and were looking for an opportunity to appreciate the paintings.

Wang Zhen invited several people to his office.

Jiang Zhe knew that they were going to settle the bill, so he didn't follow them in and chose to wait outside.

He saw Wang Zhen's assistant running in and out with the staff several times, and leaving with some paintings. He guessed that the works of Lan Xin and the other two might have been selected.

Soon, the office door opened and Wang Zhen escorted Lan Xin and the other two out.

Everyone had a smile on their face.

"We're done, we can go now." Lan Xin said to Jiang Zhe.

Jiang Zhe and his three friends said goodbye to Wang Zhen and chose to go to a restaurant near the school for lunch as a celebration.

On the way to the hotel, Lan Xin and the other two told Jiang Zhe that they had signed a contract with Wang Zhen's gallery.

Jiang Zhe could tell that they were very satisfied with the contract terms.

(End of this chapter)