fringe artist

Chapter 65 64. Artists Need Brokers too (for further reading)

The sky is a little dark in the evening, but the sunset is still beautiful.

The fly in the ointment is that the sun does not give any warmth to the body, and the temperature brought by the sun is taken away by the cold wind.

Chen Li'an, who had just stepped out of the art gallery, tightened his coat, then turned his head to look at Zhang Guorong, who was shivering from the cold, and said helplessly, "It's not that I haven't been to the capital, so why do I just wear it like this."

Zhang Guorong was wearing a black overcoat, and inside the overcoat was a suit, which he couldn't see.

Zhang Guorong put his hands in his coat pockets and put his clothes together and said, "That's not much? It's not good-looking."

Chen Li'an looked at Zhang Guorong, who wanted demeanor but not warmth, and reluctantly took off his scarf and threw it around his neck.

"Take it, I can't let you, a big star, freeze to death."

"So good? It's not like you at all." Zhang Guorong said unforgivingly, and looked at the scarf in his hand with some disgust, then suddenly reacted and looked at Chen Li'an and said: "Are you trying to bribe me, no Let me call Gong Li and the others to have dinner together?"

"Do you want to wear it? Give it back to me if you don't." Chen Li'an looked at Zhang Guorong speechlessly, trying to grab the scarf back.

Zhang Guorong hid back, raised the scarf in his hand and said a little shyly: "Give it to me and it's mine!"

"childish!"

Chen Li'an twitched the corner of his mouth, turned and walked outside, but there was still a hint of a smile in the corner of his eyes.

"Hey! Should I call Gong Li or not?" Zhang Guorong shouted from behind while wearing a scarf.

"Whatever you want!" Chen Li'an didn't turn around, only an indifferent voice drifted over in the cold wind.

Zhang Guorong lowered his head and put the scarf on, looked at Chen Li'an's back and muttered: "It doesn't matter, I just don't want to, forget it, let him go!"

Donglaishun on Wangfujing Street is still worthy of its century-old name these days. Chen Li'an and Zhang Guorong sat in the private room looking at the steaming copper pot, waiting for the mutton to be served.

Zhang Guorong was holding a bowl and stirred the sesame sauce vigorously, and said to Chen Li'an with disgust: "You don't look like a person from the capital at all, don't you know that you have to stir the sesame sauce a hundred times?"

"You're so authentic~" Chen Li'an was really speechless. I don't know who taught Zhang Guorong. Have you ever seen a Xiangjiang person stir up sesame sauce crazily?

But Zhang Guorong was also handsome when he stirred the sesame sauce. The waiters who came in to serve the food were all stunned, and timidly took out a notebook from behind and handed it to Zhang Guorong and whispered: "Brother, can you sign it for me?"

"Okay, of course it's okay." Zhang Guorong glanced at the sesame sauce that hadn't been stirred a hundred times, then stuffed it into Chen Li'an's hand and said, "You help me stir it, it's still 28 times away."

Chen Li'an: "." I'm too lazy to stir it up myself, so I have to stir it up for you!
Looking at Zhang Guorong who signed for the waiter, Chen Li'an helplessly stirred up the sesame sauce.

"One time, two times and three times"

At around eight o'clock in the evening, Chen Li'an and Zhang Guorong came out from Donglaishunli.

Wangfujing Street was quite lively at night. Chen Li'an and Zhang Guorong lit a cigarette and looked at the passers-by. They didn't know where to go next.

"Which hotel are you staying at?" Chen Li'an asked, puffing out a cigarette.

Zhang Guorong turned his head to look at Chen Li'an and said, "I have a house in the capital, and my favorite thing is to buy a house."

Chen Li'an: "." Big dog, you shouldn't have invited him to dinner just now!
A gust of cold wind blew, Chen Li'an felt very much like Kong Yiji who still owed nineteen money, what kind of host is he who wants to save face!
It seems that Chen Li'an's vision of socialism is too scorching. Zhang Guorong, who grew up in a capitalist environment, is inexplicably guilty. Is money breaking the law?
"Would you like to have a drink?" Zhang Guorong asked after finding a topic.

Chen Li'an thought for a while and shook his head, "Next time, there are still a lot of things to do tomorrow."

Zhang Guorong nodded, threw the cigarette butt in his hand into the trash can, and said, "Okay, then I'll go back."

"By the way, when are you going back to Xiangjiang?" Chen Li'an asked suddenly.

Zhang Guorong tore off the scarf around his neck and returned it to Chen Li'an, saying, "In a few days, wait until your film festival is over."

"Okay, then you can take me back to your car."

"."

Chen Li'an, who got off the car and went home, was in a good mood. After entering the yard, he saw Uncle Qi standing in the yard waiting for him.

As the cold wind blew, the chandelier in the yard swayed back and forth, and the light flickered. The old man stood in the yard with his back straight, looking quite scary.

Chen Li'an recalled that he didn't seem to have done anything wrong, so he calmly walked into the yard, went under the tree and screwed up the unfixed chandelier.

"Master, why haven't you slept yet?"

"I heard about what you did today, and you did a good job." Uncle Qi praised in a rare good mood, then took out the cigarette pouch, stuffed the tobacco pot with shredded tobacco, and handed it to Chen Li'an.

Chen Li'an immediately took it with both hands, then lit it and took a breath.

Although the smoke was choking, Chen Li'an felt extra heart-warming when he breathed it into his lungs. This was the first time Master recognized him so much.

Uncle Qi waited quietly for Chen Li'an to finish smoking, then took back the cigarette stick and swayed back to the room with his hands behind his back.

Looking at Uncle Qi's back, Chen Li'an couldn't help laughing. He looked up at the chandelier hanging on the tree branch, and suddenly felt that even a chandelier, although it couldn't illuminate the entire night, could still illuminate a yard.

Although the influence of the film festival cannot shake the myth of the health care product industry, it is good that I can do my best and have a clear conscience.

And by the way, there will be some unexpected gains, such as gaining some fame in the art circle, and there is another gain that Chen Li'an did not expect.

On the second day of the film festival, after Chen Li'an completed a complete performance in the morning, he was stopped by a tall blonde girl.

"Hi, I'm Kiffa Carey, an art dealer."

Ji Fa's Chinese is not fluent, it sounds strange, but Chen Li'an can still understand, and then introduced himself in English: "Chen Li'an, you can use English."

After hearing Chen Li'an's English, Ji Fa was a little surprised and said: "Your English is very good, better than many Chinese artists."

Chen Li'an didn't care about Ji Fa's compliment, and asked directly: "Miss Ji Fa is looking for me for something?"

Hearing Chen Li'an's question, Ji Fa immediately looked at him seriously and said, "I wonder if you have thought about signing an art dealer?"

Art dealer Chen Li'an knows it, just like a star's broker, he will package artists to help artists sell their works at a better price.

Chen Li'an never thought that someone would take the initiative to find him, and she was a blonde girl, so he asked a little strangely: "Why did you choose me?"

"You are an artist with great potential. This film festival has given me a great surprise. It is not like a newcomer's work at all. You are very mature and have your own artistic concept, which is very rare."

After Ji Fa finished speaking in one breath, she paused and looked into Chen Li'an's eyes and said seriously: "The most important thing is that you are also good-looking, and you are also like a work of art. As long as you pack it well, you will be a work of art." A new star in the market."

Chen Li'an couldn't help but shook his head with a smile. He felt that Ji Fa was very unprofessional, and even mentioned the issue of appearance. Since when did the artist look at the appearance?
If so, 60.00% of the artists in the world are substandard.

Ji Fa saw what Chen Li'an was thinking, and immediately said seriously: "Mr. Chen, the times are different, artists need more exposure, and a perfect face will make you easier to be remembered! Your film festival will not be held this time." Lots of publicity?"

Chen Li'an was silent for a while, then looked at Ji Fa and said, "What you said makes sense, do you have time, I invite you to have lunch together."

Hearing Chen Li'an's lunch invitation, Ji Fa was relieved, so he smiled and said, "Of course."

　I was dragged by my mother to do housework tonight and wasted a little time, there will be another chapter later.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)