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

Chapter 274: Rumors Resurface, Fierce Competition

Saturday, in Shanghai, is the first day of preview for the spring auction of Time Auction Company.

Because the auction items included a number of fine antiques and works by famous artists such as Qi and Xu, it attracted many visitors.

The exhibition halls of antiques and modern and contemporary art were filled with so many visitors that it was like a market.

The contemporary art exhibition hall has the least traffic.

Wang Zhen had just said goodbye to a client and was strolling in the exhibition hall when he vaguely heard two people talking, apparently discussing Jiang Zhe's paintings.

She wanted to hear what they were saying, and in order to avoid any misunderstanding, she pretended to look at the paintings and slowly approached.

Several people stood in front of Jiang Zhe's work, and two men were discussing it.

The man on the left is very fat, and he is accompanied by a pretty female assistant. The man he is discussing with has gray hair, is short and thin, but has bright eyes.

Wang Zhen recognized that the fat man's surname was Huang, and he was the CEO of a private wine group and a businessman who liked to collect calligraphy and paintings. Although he didn't know the other man, he should be of high status.

She would not miss any opportunity to expand her business, so she quietly listened to the conversation between the two and planned to find a chance to join in the conversation.

"Mr. Zheng, I know something about this painting that others don't know." The fat Mr. Huang pointed at Jiang Zhe's oil painting with his short and thick fingers.

The short and thin old Zheng said, "You are always being mysterious. Tell me, what inside information have you found out?"

Lao Zheng spoke with a local accent, at a moderate pace. He was accompanied by a young man.

Mr. Huang lowered his voice and said, "I heard that this painter is from Binhai, and his reputation in the Binhai painting circle is not very good."

"Oh, what do you mean?" Lao Zheng glanced at Mr. Huang.

"I heard this from some insiders. Some people in the Binhai painting circle say that this painter is arrogant, doesn't respect others, and has conflicts with many people." Mr. Huang's voice was not loud, but Wang Zhen could vaguely hear it.

Lao Zheng asked, "Anything else? This is nothing."

Mr. Huang said: "Some people also say that this painter's style is not very good."

Old Zheng frowned.

Mr. Huang continued, "I heard that he likes to find models, and every time he draws a model, he does... that thing once, hehehe..." He wanted to say something, but after being reminded by the assistant next to him, he changed his word.

His assistant even covered his mouth and smiled coyly.

"Work style problem?" Old Zheng snorted.

"Hey, what? You don't believe it?" Mr. Huang said, "There is no smoke without fire."

Lao Zheng said: "Even if it is true, so what? Is this rare? A few days ago, I attended an event and met a retired old painter. There was only one female judge in the whole venue, and he stuck to her side the whole time."

Hearing this, his assistant and Mr. Huang's assistant couldn't help but laugh.

Mr. Huang also laughed: "Oh, what I mean is that only suffering can create great art. Look at those great painters, their masterpieces were all completed in the most difficult times. Once they become rich, the quality of their works will decline.

I heard that Jiang Zhe is only 20 years old. He is so young and has so much fun. How can he have time to think about painting? There won't be much room for his works to appreciate in value in the future.

In this exhibition hall, I think Fang Zhilong’s paintings are pretty good.”

Lao Zheng shook his head: "His paintings feel too weird. They look like photos pasted on colored paper. The characters' expressions are too exaggerated. It feels very uncomfortable. I still like traditional beauty."

Mr. Huang said, "Li Xiongshan and Qian Zhibin are also good. They have the charm of Russian oil paintings."

When Wang Zhen heard Mr. Huang's words belittling Jiang Zhe, especially some unreliable rumors, she felt unhappy and wanted to refute him, but her reason told her that even if she went up to refute him at this time, it would not have a good effect.

She suppressed her emotions, patiently waited for the opportunity, pretended to meet by chance, and greeted with a smile. "Mr. Huang, long time no see."

Mr. Huang was stunned for a moment, "Who are you?"

"We met before at the Capital Art Exhibition..." Wang Zhen gave an appropriate reminder. "Oh, I remember now. Hello, hello." Mr. Huang shook hands with Wang Zhen.

He introduced Wang Zhen to Lao Zheng.

After they received Wang Zhen's business card, Mr. Huang said, "Mr. Wang, you know more about painting than we do. If you have any good paintings, please introduce them to us."

"You two are experts. You have probably spent more time studying and collecting than I have running my gallery. I dare not recommend you."

Several people were walking at a leisurely pace, watching and chatting.

"Mr. Wang is from Binhai," Lao Zheng asked, "There are several works by Binhai painters in the preview. Whose works do you think are better?"

"Li Yibing, Qian Zhibin, and Jiang Zhe are all painters from Binhai. They are all painters with great potential."

Old Zheng said: "I have seen the paintings of Li Yibing and Qian Zhibin before. I learned about Jiang Zhe's paintings from a friend this year, and today I saw them for the first time. Do you know any specific details about him?" He repeated Mr. Huang's paintings without any hesitation.

Wang Zhen said: "I know this painter. He is a student now. These things are just rumors. After all, if his work style is not good, he will be expelled from school."

Lao Zheng nodded but said nothing.

Mr. Huang said: "The performance in school and the private life may be two different things."

Wang Zhen explained tactfully, but he couldn't change Mr. Huang's perception, nor could he tell what Lao Zheng was really thinking.

The few of them quickly finished looking at the hundreds of works in the exhibition hall.

"You guys chat first, I have something else to do," Lao Zheng prepared to leave.

"That's great. I'm planning to go back too. Let's go together." Mr. Huang said goodbye to Wang Zhen, then walked towards the exit with Lao Zheng.

Wang Zhen saw the few people off the exhibition hall, looked at their backs, pondered for a moment, and then went straight to Manager Zhao of the auction company to describe to him what he had just seen and heard.

"Similar rumors have appeared once in Binhai. Do you think someone is deliberately causing trouble?"

Manager Zhao pondered for a moment and said, “I think Jiang Zhe may have offended someone, or he may be targeting us.

Mr. Huang you mentioned is also our client. It is really difficult to deal with him spreading this kind of news. However, don't worry, we also have publicity methods and will do our best to resolve the negative impact. "

After leaving Manager Zhao's office, Wang Zhen weighed the pros and cons and ultimately did not call Jiang Zhe.

Mr. Huang got into a Lincoln extended sedan. After the car started, he picked up his phone and sent a text message.

The assistant next to him waited until he finished his work and asked, "Boss, you told a few people about this painter. Did he offend you?"

Mr. Huang said: "I am not targeting him, but a friend asked me for help. For me, it is a simple matter."

As he spoke, he extended his hand to his assistant.

A Mercedes Benz merged into the traffic.

Lao Zheng sat in the back row, closing his eyes and resting.

His assistant was in the passenger seat, answering the phone.

After the call ended, the assistant turned around and said to Lao Zheng: "Boss, there is news."

"How is it? Lao Zheng still has his eyes closed.

The assistant said, "Some people's statements are similar to Mr. Huang's, while others have a very good impression of Jiang Zhe. The two statements are completely opposite."

Old Zheng closed his eyes and said, "People make judgments from their own perspective."

At the same time, Jiang Zhe, who was painting in the studio, heard the game prompt sound.

(End of this chapter)