Rebirth of the Glory Days

When ye Zhengang walked into the house, Xuanxuan hurried to complain:

"Dad, a big villain came to our house. He pulled his mother into the room and closed the door. He wouldn't let me in."

Ye Zhen smiled: "good boy, it's right for you to protect your mother. But that's your uncle and mother's cousin. Don't worry."

"Oh, good dad." Xuanxuan was relieved at last.

Menglian also came to the dissatisfied tunnel: "this Che Junmo is so annoying. He opened a gallery in Shanggang. I don't know how to know your painting. He came to his sister-in-law for full agency and packaging and hype for you. I said at that time that my brother didn't need packaging and hype. He immediately pulled his sister-in-law into the room."

Ye Zhen rubbed her sister's head and said with a smile:

"Hype is necessary. The rich people who buy paintings only recognize fame and don't know paintings, and the vast majority of people who know paintings can't afford it. But Che Junmo is really not qualified to act as an agent and pulled me down a few grades for nothing. Fortunately, your sister-in-law knows a lot and won't agree to anything. She just wants to take the opportunity to understand the operation mode of the gallery."

Menglian realized that she was wrong and said with a playful smile, "of course, my brother needs the world's top gallery."

"That's necessary. I'll cook."

Ye Zhen walked into the kitchen without cooking. He just took out a scalpel and quickly carved a plate of small fish with carrots, cucumbers, onions, tomatoes and other raw materials. There was no repetition in various colors and forms. There were also various floating lotus flowers with dragonflies on them, and then poured green kiwi juice directly, which looked like a lotus pond, Full of vitality.

Just after finishing this dish, Che Yaozhuang hurried in: "husband, you're back so soon. My cousin is here. Let me introduce you."

Ye Zhen said with a smile, "you cook. Do I still use an introduction? Who else is there besides your husband."

Che Yaozhuang also smiled intimately: "he wants to represent your painting. Don't think about me. We don't usually communicate with each other. You can do whatever you want."

"I see."

Ye Zhen returns to the living room.

On the sofa, a fat middle-aged man immediately got up, smiled like a chrysanthemum, stretched out his hands with twelve points of enthusiasm:

"Hahaha, brother-in-law, I'm late. I'll punish myself three cups tonight. Don't blame my brother for making up after the wedding gift."

"Brother, you're out of sight. Sit down and chat." Ye Zhen smiled.

In his heart, he despises Che Jun's ink. No wonder Che Yaozhuang never contacts him. You either don't mention it or bring gifts. It's obvious that you know you're getting married and making up for it empty handed. No one is bothered by such empty headed people.

After they sat down, Che Junmo began to talk:

"Brother-in-law, our family is not empty. I'll give you a solid foundation. My Shangri gallery is the best and most famous gallery in China. It can be said that the annual turnover of Shangri is higher than that of these galleries in Yanjing."

Ye was really shocked. You mean you came from one-man crosstalk?

"I've seen your paintings. They have potential to be cultivated. Our gallery specially supports young and unknown painters to carry out all-round packaging and professional team operation. It costs a lot to hype your fame first.

So don't have any idea. I'll give you six or four, and I'll give you six or four. This is a common rule in the whole industry. Yao Zhuang said that you've never sold paintings, and I don't think you know much. I'll tell you more generally, that is, after we sign the contract, all your paintings must be sold to my gallery. You can't sell them alone or give them as gifts. Draw according to the theme I ask... "

Menglian took the child into the bedroom. She was afraid of kicking the itchy nose to death.

Ye really doesn't care. He should look at the monkey.

"Brother in law, you say hello to Chen Yifei. I'll take your picture first, and then you give me at least one picture every month, otherwise we'll lose our hype. How can we make money if we have a reputation but don't sell it? You can mention any difficulties. If not, let's sign a contract now."

Che Junmo took out a contract from his bag and put it on the tea table in front of Ye Zhen with a pen.

Seeing that he stopped talking, Ye Zhen finally asked, "how much can you sell that painting?"

Che Junmo patted his chest and said, "you don't have to doubt the operation ability of Shangri. The painting has a base of 4 million, and there's no problem if it works well. This is the price of the top oil painters in China."

Ye Zhen immediately knew that he was a worthless fool. No wonder Chen Yifei didn't disclose to him.

He immediately said seriously, "have you been to brother Chen's house?"

"Yes. Chen Yifei and I are best friends." Che Junmo said proudly.

Ye Zhen sneered in his heart. You are under the banner of my wife.

He decided to let Che Junmo fully understand and said seriously:

"Jun Mo, you are old and old. I shouldn't be too frank about some words. After all, you also want face? However, you shouldn't be fooling around under the banner of my wife. Do you understand? This is the last time. It won't be an example."

Che Junmo's face immediately looked like pig liver and stared at Ye Zhen in disbelief: "brother-in-law..."

"Don't call me my brother-in-law!" Ye Zhenyi waved his hand. "Don't say you know me when you go out. Remember, if you dare to say you know me, I'll break your leg!"

What he worries most is that Che Junmo is fishing everywhere under his own banner, and then let himself carry the black pot. He can't kill this man.

The fat on Che Junmo's cheek twitched for a long time. Finally, he lowered his posture, lowered his voice and said, "Ye Zhen, you think the conditions can't be talked about. How about five five? This is the condition of a famous painter."

Ye Zhen sneered: "you don't deserve to talk to me about terms, okay?"

Che Junmo finally understood that although Ye Zhen was not famous, he could not fool him. His face changed several times and finally said, "I only want 30 percent."

Ye Zhen's eyes showed contempt: "do you really understand painting? Do you dare to ask for 30%? You just don't charge me. I won't give you such a layman, okay?"

Che Junmo was so angry that he trembled, "as a top gallery owner, do you say I don't understand oil painting?"

"I don't need hype. I can sell it now. Can you believe it?" asked Ye Zhen.

Che Junmo immediately shook his head:

"That's absolutely impossible! How much oil painting is worth depends on fame. No matter how good it is, it's useless to package and hype. Most of Picasso's paintings are nothing in my opinion, but his real paintings can sell for 80 million dollars, but countless people who are better than him can only sell for more than 100000 because they don't have fame. Do you have fame?"

Ye Zhen smiled faintly: "you say I'm not famous? That can only prove that your level of contact is too low."

"If you are famous, it is not in the field of oil painting. How does this help you sell oil paintings?" Che Junmo asked.

Ye Zhen sighed, "if you really think so, I say that your layman praises you. Wang Zhongjun can sell a painting for millions. People who paint better than him can only sell tens of thousands. What's the reason?"

Chejun Merton didn't have a word. How could he not understand this truth? He just wanted to bargain with Ye Zhen with fame.