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

Jiang Zhe, Wang Zhen and several Christie's staff had lunch together and walked back to Christie's.

The snow finally stopped, but as the snow began to melt, the temperature became lower and the roads became muddier.

Outside the company's main entrance, several people wiped off the mud on their shoes as much as possible.

"This is what it's like on a snowy day." The guard at the door already knew Jiang Zhe and was kind enough to hand a few people tissues.

Jiang Zhe took the tissue and said thank you.

The staff member next to him cleaned the mud off his shoes and asked, "Is anyone coming to visit at noon?"

The guard shook his head: "There is no one in the exhibition hall now.

While you were out, three visitors came in. They all looked for a while and then left. "

"Well, this is normal," said the staff.

Walking into the exhibition hall, Jiang Zhe saw that there were no visitors in several exhibition halls.

Some of the staff members pretended to be busy at work, while others were bored and prepared to drink coffee. He said to Jiang Zhe, "Would you like a cup of coffee? Although the coffee here is ordinary, it can help kill time."

When Jiang Zhe heard that there was free coffee, he followed to get it.

Wang Zhen was a little anxious and didn't go to get the coffee.

The exhibition began to become deserted after the morning guests and visitors left one after another.

Although she was mentally prepared, she still felt a little uncomfortable at the coldness.

Look at Jiang Zhe.

Jiang Zhe looked normal and even brought her a cup of coffee.

"Try it. I tried it and it's not bad."

"Thank you." Wang Zhen took the cup and took a sip.

"This coffee is too bitter."

Jiang Zhe was not in a hurry at all.

Just now when he went to get coffee, he took the opportunity to take a look at the system.

A new progress bar appears on the system's task page.

The progress bar indicates the progress of the first personal exhibition.

There are 12 spaces on the progress bar, which should correspond to the 12 days of the exhibition. The cursor has not yet moved to a full space.

Jiang Zhe felt that no matter how cold the situation was, the system reward should be redeemed. As long as it could be redeemed, I believe the total sales would not be bad, at most the influence of the exhibition would be different.

He chatted with Wang Zhen to kill time.

At about two o'clock in the afternoon, Wang Zhen suddenly pushed his arm.

"Hey, look who's here?"

Jiang Zhe looked out through the glass.

It was Jack, and he was walking towards the door of Christie's with the painter they had met before.

“They really came.”

The two went out to greet them.

"Jiang Zhe, congratulations, Mr. Wang. Hello, we meet again." Jack greeted warmly.

Although there had been competition before and they are still competing now, Jiang Zhe warmly welcomes people when they come to visit.

When Pete heard that Jack had arrived, he came out to greet him.

Jack and his contracted painters seemed like ordinary visitors, chatting with Jiang Zhe and others while visiting the exhibition.

After noticing that some of the works were marked as sold or donated, he said to Jiang Zhe: "It can be seen that your works are very popular. I think your works will achieve impressive sales results." However, after blessing him, he changed the subject and said: "Recently, the sales results of several galleries' exhibitions have been good, reaching new highs in succession. Perhaps the art market is becoming hot, and I think you will soon experience it."

Jiang Zhe said: "If it is accepted by the market, it may be because my paintings meet the requirements of customers."

He pointed out the sales performance of many galleries, seemingly intending to make a comparison.

Wang Zhen also felt it and quickly changed the subject.

The painter who came with Jack, after seeing some of Jiang Zhe's works, tactfully asked whether there is still a market for realistic paintings at present? Or whether there is still a future?

Jiang Zhe did not argue, "Everyone has different views on art. I like this style, so I insist on creating it this way. Maybe one day, my preferences will change, then I will change my way."

Jack finished looking at the exhibition and left quickly, as if he was just there for a look.

Wang Zhen and Jiang Zhe escorted the guest to the door as usual and watched him get in the car and leave.

The car started, Jack looked back through the window and said to the painter opposite him.

"Look, there are no visitors at all during the exhibition here. I guess the result will not be very optimistic."

The female painter said, "But I heard that Mr. George has ordered three of his paintings. Some of his works have been confirmed to be donated to some institutions and art galleries. This will affect the judgment of many buyers."

Jack smiled and said, "Such tactics are common in the art market. Insiders understand what's going on.

We are tired of this kind of trick. Besides, the frequency of gallery sales is very high. Many customers' funds have been absorbed in advance, so he is bound to be affected. Therefore, the primary market of art will always be the home of galleries. "

Wang Jin and Jiang Zhe walked back to the exhibition hall, also talking about Jack.

Jiang Zhe came to New York and visited many galleries, but the only one who really reciprocated and responded was Jack.

What are his real thoughts?
The two people made various guesses.

However, after Jack left, people that Jiang Zhe knew came to show their support one after another, including the painter Annie.

She explained again and again that she had just returned to New York today, so she couldn't come over in the morning.

Jiang Zhe was also very happy to see familiar friends.

After the tour, the two chatted for a long time in the rest area.

It was already 4 o'clock in the afternoon when we saw Annie off.

Wang Zhen told Jiang Zhe that some people came to visit just now, and among them there was an old man who looked very carefully and did not leave.

Jiang Zhe came to the exhibition hall and saw an old man wearing a hat and an old-fashioned coat.

The old man has a big moustache and is looking at a portrait.

This portrait depicts a man in profile with a beach in the background.

"It's this old man. He is not a guest we invited. He has been watching here for an hour." Wang Zhen said in a low voice.

Jiang Zhe said: "Those who are willing to come and visit in this kind of weather may really be interested in painting."

He didn't go over to disturb.

Soon, he found that the old man seemed to be about to leave, but when the old man noticed Jiang Zhe, he walked over with a smile.

"Hello, are you Jiang Zhe? I saw your photo in the introduction." The old man took the initiative to greet him.

"Hello, I'm Jiang Zhe, thank you for your support." Jiang Zhe responded with a smile.

The old man said, "Let me introduce myself. My name is Kerry, and I also like painting. Have you ever lived in the United States?"

Jiang Zhe shook his head and briefly described his experience.

"I've seen your works. It's hard to believe that you can paint so vividly without living in the United States." The old man continued the topic and talked about contemporary art.

Jiang Zhe accompanied the old man and chatted about some artistic insights.

Although this old man is not good-looking, he is very tolerant of different arts, which makes Jiang Zhe willing to talk to him. (End of this chapter)