80s: Daughter-in-law Is Sweet and Sassy (My 80's Wife Is Sweet And Cool)

Chu Qiao said with a smile: "Mr. Mei's paintings may be more popular among foreigners, because foreigners don't have so many taboos, but we Chinese are all about Feng Shui and like to place festive and auspicious things at home, such as clusters of flowers and brocades, carps jumping through dragon gates, etc.

Mr. Mei’s paintings are either broken things, or depict barren mountains and ridges, or homeless people. I will definitely not put them at home. Of course, if Mr. Mei is as famous as Picasso, even if you paint dead people, There are still people looting. "

Chen Wei burst into laughter, "Miss Chu's words are very funny, but I think it makes sense. Jiu Ming, you should think about it carefully."

She had previously advised Mei Jiu Ming to change his style and stop painting those decadent and broken paintings, which were really not popular with people, especially the Chinese, who were more taboo about this aspect, but Mei Jiu Ming was very stubborn and would not listen to her life or death.

Mei Jiuming frowned. Many people advised him to change his style, saying that what he painted was not pleasing to the eye.

But what he painted was his perception of the world. He had been homeless since he was a child. His parents died early, and his relatives refused to take him in. He went out to beg for food and wandered when he was seven years old, and suffered all the looks and insults.

But he likes to draw. He draws with branches on the sand, dips his fingers in water on the table, and tries every means to draw. Even if he is hungry, as long as he draws, he is not hungry anymore.

It was painting that made him persevere, and it was painting that made him meet a noble person. The art teacher of his hometown middle school adopted him after seeing his paintings, and also bought him brushes and paints for him to go to school.

Although he worshiped Ouyang Lin, in Mei Jiuming's heart, he only had one mentor, that is, the art teacher.

But if he wanted to get ahead, he had to study under another school. The art teacher also supported him and asked him to paint what he wanted. Don't follow the crowd and have your own style.

Mei Jiuming has always remembered his mentor's words, and he has persisted in them all these years. There is no beauty in his heart because he has never encountered beauty.

The only good thing is my mentor, but my mentor never had a good life in his life. When he was young, he was sent to the countryside and his wife and children separated. After returning to the city, he became a teacher and worked conscientiously. Every time he was evaluated for professional titles, he was not recognized as a mentor, just because he didn't know how to do it. Flattery.

Finally, he had some potential, and wanted to bring his mentor to Shanghai to enjoy his life, but his mentor was diagnosed with a terminal illness. He asked around for famous doctors, and even borrowed money to send his mentor abroad for treatment, but his mentor refused.

He left the hospital on his own and returned to his hometown, saying that he wanted to leave quietly.

During the last two months of his mentor’s life, Mei Jiuming stayed with him, going to the mountains to sketch and go fishing. His mentor said that he was very happy and it was the happiest time in his life. When he left, his mentor was very peaceful and warned him. Be sure to stick to your own style.

Mei Jiuming always remembered his mentor's words. Even if Ouyang Lin asked him to change, he didn't listen, so Ouyang Lin didn't value his disobedient disciple.

"I won't change. I'm sorry, I can't do it." Mei Jiuming shook his head. He would not let down his mentor.

Even if the gallery closes, even if he is heavily in debt, he will not waver.

Chen Wei was anxious and couldn't help winking at Mei Jiu Ming, but Mei Jiu Ming's expression remained unchanged and he wanted to stick to his own style.

He believes that he will definitely meet Bole.

Chu Qiao smiled and said: "I'm not saying that Mr. Mei's style is not good, but I didn't make it clear. What I mean is that Mr. Mei's paintings are not suitable for sale in galleries now, but Mr. Mei doesn't need to change. Mr. Mei can Galleries sell other people’s paintings.”

Chen Wei's eyes lit up, and she understood a little bit.

Chu Qiao added: "A gallery is actually a platform for selling paintings. It does not necessarily only sell Mr. Mei's paintings, but the audience must be determined. At present, affordable paintings should be more popular, such as a few hundred yuan or a few thousand yuan. The painting doesn’t need to be by a famous artist, as long as it’s good-looking and classy, ​​Mr. Mei, do you understand what I mean?”

Mei Jiu Ming still didn't understand, but Chen Wei already understood and asked with a smile: "Miss Chu, do you want to take the low-end route and let some ordinary painters paint a batch of paintings that are easy to sell?"

"Yes, it is commercial painting. Our market in Shanghai is quite big. Many people like to hang some Western paintings at home. Isn't Mr. Mei an associate professor at the Academy of Fine Arts? There are so many students at the Academy of Fine Arts. Let them paint some Western paintings. Then hang it in the gallery for sale, and then I will contact some rich ladies, and the way will be opened. "

Chu Qiao told her plan, which was actually very simple. Mei Jiuming made the paintings and she made the people.

win-win.

Mei Jiuming pondered for a long time. He understood what Chu Qiao meant and asked, "I contacted students at the Academy of Fine Arts to draw some Western paintings in batches, and then Miss Chu contacted customers to sell them at low prices. Is that what you meant?"

"We can't say low price. A painting can range from a few hundred to a few thousand. It can be considered a high-end product. It depends on the quality of the painting." Chu Qiao corrected.

Mei Jiu Ming smiled, her clear voice was pleasant, "Miss Chu may not know that someone abroad offered me one hundred thousand dollars for my painting, but I didn't agree."

It was the painting he won the award for, painted in memory of his mentor, and he couldn't bear to part with it.

Chu Qiao also smiled and said, "Mr. Mei, after all your years of painting, how many clients have you ever had that offered you $100,000?"

Mei Jiu Ming's expression froze, and he was choked and speechless. After a long while, he said angrily: "Just one."

Chen Wei laughed so hard that she slapped the table, "Chu Qiao, you really hit the nail on the head. He is just pretending to be aloof. He holds up his airs every day and refuses to stand down. He doesn't know the taste of fireworks in the world."

Chu Qiao said bluntly: "Mr. Mei's paintings are very good, but you are not well-known now. Even your teacher, Master Ouyang, his paintings are not so hard to find, so you guard the ten Ten thousand U.S. dollars cannot last a lifetime. Even if the fairies from the sky come down to earth, they still have to eat whole grains. We make money legally and legitimately without any shame."

Mei Jiuming finally agreed. Although he was a little aloof, he was already very down-to-earth compared to other people in the calligraphy and painting world. After all, he had suffered a lot since childhood and knew that it was difficult to make it without money.

Although what Chu Qiao said didn't sound good, it made sense. There was no shame in making money legally.

"What kind of style do those rich ladies like?" Mei Jiuming asked humbly.

Chu Qiao thought for a while and asked, "Is it illegal to copy paintings by famous artists?"

Mei Jiuming looked stunned. How should he answer this question?

Chen Wei answered for him, "Strictly speaking, it must be infringement, but many famous Western paintings have passed away, and they are circulated domestically, so foreign laws cannot control them."

"That's no problem. You ask students to copy more paintings by famous artists. The more famous they are, the better. Then they can paint some flowers and plants. Anything suitable for hanging in the living room or bedroom should be oil paintings."

Mei Jiuming took a note and took a note, then asked: "When will your friends come?"

Then he said sheepishly: "My gallery owes half a year's rent, and the landlord gave me a last month's deadline, so it's best to come here within a month."

Chu Qiao burst into laughter. The famous Master Mei was in such a miserable state now. Sure enough, it was not easy for everyone before they became famous.