Wang Mo said with a smile: "How come? You must be overthinking it. It's just like you do something secretly. Before you succeed, you definitely don't want others to know about it, right?" 衳 p>
After class the next morning, Bai Shuhua hurried over and pulled Wang Mo out, and said plausibly: "Hurry up, the first person to see that oil painting must be me."
Wang Mo said helplessly: "I was the first person to see it. It's all in vain if you go there."
Bai Shuhua: "Then I will be the second one. Stop talking nonsense and leave quickly."
When she actually saw the painting, Bai Shuhua was stunned. It was a still life painting, although Bai Shuhua had seen many paintings by famous artists before, including many deceased masters.
But the significance of this work is extraordinary. It was painted by Wang Mo, and it was Wang Mo's first painting sold to the outside world.
Bai Shuhua murmured and asked: "Do you really want to sell this painting?"
While clearing away the messy things, Wang Mo said: "Otherwise, wouldn't the painted work be for people to see? If it is not seen by more people, then the meaning of creating it will be gone."
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Hearing Wang Mo's words, Bai Shuhua didn't know how to refute.
Usually Wang Mo's place is very clean, but recently he has been really busy and has no time to clean up the house, so painting things and unwashed clothes can be seen everywhere.
Bai Shuhua also joined in helping him pack, and while packing, he said: "Put all these clothes together, I will take them with you when I leave later, and I will bring them back to you after they are washed."
When Bai Shuhua said this, she was very natural and without any embarrassment, as if she really was Wang Mo or something.
Wang Mo can accept that she treats him better than ordinary friends, but he can never accept this kind of kindness.
If you are not interested in others, but you still want to accept their kindness beyond the boundaries, isn't this just using them as a spare tire to lick your dog?
Wang Mo took the clothes, put them in the closet, and said: "No, I can do this myself. Shuhua, remember, don't be wronged by being kind to others in the future. Any relationship must be based on equality."
, even if you are married, don't blindly treat men well, because people are animals who try to push their limits, do you understand?" Qu
In Wang Mo's mind, he has always regarded Bai Shuhua as his sister, so he is telling her how to love someone without getting hurt.
But when these words were heard in Bai Shuhua's ears, they became words that concerned her. Especially when Wang Mo talked about marriage, Bai Shuhua could no longer listen to anything else. These three words were all in her mind. Seeing Bai Shuhua's dumbfounded look, Wang Mo was about to wake her up when there was a knock on the door.
So Wang Mo could only go over and open the door, and saw that it was Ma Youde who had arrived.
Before anyone entered, the sound came in first.
"Brother, it's really hard to find it here. I walked around for several times before I found it."
After Ma Youde came in, he saw Bai Shuhua blushing and lowering her head, wondering what she was thinking. Ma Youde looked back at Wang Mo with an expression on his face that every man would understand. 衳
Ma Youde joked: "Brother, did I come at the wrong time? How about I go downstairs and do a few more laps?"
Wang Mo knew that he had misunderstood, but he couldn't explain it to him. He could only say: "Boss Ma is joking, let's take a look at the painting first?"
Ma Youde also restrained himself. He came here for business, so he followed Wang Mo to the oil painting.
Ma Youde looked back and forth, carefully looking at it several times, and even took out a magnifying glass to observe, and finally sighed: "Brother, to be honest, I really like this oil painting of yours, so you start
Let’s make a price, as long as it’s not too outrageous, I will never counter-offer.”
Judging from Ma Youde's appearance, he really likes this oil painting, and he asked himself to set the price, obviously because of Professor Sun's face, so this price is really difficult to raise.
"Boss Ma, you are an expert in this field, so you should set a price!"
Ma Youde pointed at Wang Mo and shook his head with a smile, and said: "You have posed a big problem for me. Well, we are all our own people, so I won't hide it. 衳
According to the current market price of CAFA students, the price of this painting ranges from a few thousand to tens of thousands. Of course, if you find one you particularly like, the buyer may pay a higher price.
But this painting of yours is really good, and I like it too, brother. Let’s do this. Let’s sell it to me for a flat price of 120,000. Of course, if I think the price is low, you can also choose to put the painting on
I can sell it for you on your behalf. If you meet a buyer who is destined and particularly likes it, maybe someone is really willing to pay a high price. What do you think?"
Wang Mo knew that Ma Youde was already giving him face. Things like oil paintings are considered works of art. They say works of art are priceless. In front of the creator and those who really like it, it may indeed be priceless.
But in the market, you have to follow a rule, that is, the value of the work is determined by the fame of the painter himself.
This is why the prices of living painters tend not to rise significantly, because he is still alive and new works come out every year, so he cannot give them ridiculous prices.
But once a painter dies and his reputation is great, the price of his existing works will really be one day at a time, especially the representative works with stories, because there will never be similar works in the future. p>
I am a doctoral student who has not yet graduated. Although my level is indeed good, in terms of the technique of this oil painting, it may be higher than that of professors and slightly famous painters, but your reputation is indeed not great, so the price is already very high.
High.衳
"I will accept Boss Ma's kindness. From now on, this painting will be yours."
Seeing that Wang Mo understood his good intentions, Ma Youde was also very happy. Today he received another very good work and made friends with a potential painter. The most important thing is that he sold someone a favor and gained face.
, it’s a happy thing to think about.
"Okay, I am a happy person. Let's get along slowly from now on. Then you will know that I am a real person."
Because this oil painting had only been painted by Wang Mo for more than a month, the oil on it had not yet completely dried, so it could not be rolled up. Ma Youde could only call the staff to transport it.
While waiting for the staff to arrive, Ma Youde chatted with Wang Mo with nothing to do.
"Brother, judging from your appearance, you will definitely continue on the road of painting. Although you will not be short of money in a short time after selling this painting, you also know that painting is very expensive.
Sometimes there is not much income in a year. And you are working alone, so you definitely can’t focus on promotion and publicity. Look at the size of my brother’s gallery. How about signing a contract with him? I promise.
How about holding a large-scale art exhibition for you in the shortest possible time?"