Rebirth: How a Loser Became a Prince Charming

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"Can I take a closer look in my hand?"

"of course can…."

After being taken into the hands of the middle-aged man, this grimacing Raksha mask fell unnaturally.

This mask, which is about 40 to 50 centimeters in size, is made of solid wood and weighs a lot.

The rich and gorgeous oil paints set the abstract symbols more intense, and the polished wood is quite delicate, which makes the surface of the mask that was supposed to be rough and rough, as delicate as talc. It feels unique, like jade. Run sense.

"I bought...I didn't bring so much cash, can I swipe my card here?"

'puff…'

Lan Jin's old blood almost didn't spray to the sky. What? Did you buy it? Brother, look at it again, 500 dollars!

So no culture is terrible. As long as the Yellow River culture appeared, one of the representatives of the Han culture, the Nuo opera area of ​​the intangible cultural heritage, was only 500 dollars, what happened?

However, Lan Jin was a child of a merchant family. When Mr. Rong took it, the manufacturer only needed more than 30 dollars to make a mask. If the amount is large, the price is still negotiable.

Qin Guan on the side didn't rush to swipe this middle-aged man in front of the cash register, but instead introduced it swiftly: "Actually, we are only operating tomorrow. I think you know how to work with art."

"I don't know if you are an art dealer, a member of an art foundation, or the owner of a private gallery?"

The middle-aged man on the opposite side was surprised for a moment, because Qin Guan's words began to formally raise his eyes to get a closer look at the appearance of the Asian boy.

Eyes are sparse, gentlemen are like jade.

Suddenly he took off the cashmere woolen gentleman hat on his head and made a silent inquiry about where to put it.

Cong Nianwei took it cleanly with his hand and hung it in the cloakroom behind the cash desk with the overcoat that the other party took off.

"Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Rainai. I am the owner of a C-level chain gallery. Because of the same location in Los Angeles, I am also a private art donor."

"Of course, if the price is right, I don't mind being an art dealer."

No, it's your worth, how big your face is to be an agent, and you can't afford it. As for the value of the artwork, it is impossible to have only 500 dollars.

Qin Guan did not raise an eyelid because of the other party's identity. Now he is the first party, and Qin Guan has already figured out the other party's context.

Unlike the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York, it displays only the most traditional paintings and works of world-renowned painters, and only publishes and prints such works of art, and never holds exhibitions of modernist works.

The Asian Art Museum in Los Angeles, California, is a well-known miscellaneous history museum. It exhibits paintings of famous Chinese ancestors. The more exaggerated is the inclusion of carvings, stone carvings, furniture, and clothing.

It is not an exaggeration to say that he is obsessed with Chinese historical art.

This is not the case. Rainai, who is also a California art dealer, is also quite affected by the local art market. This trip to New York is really right. The Chelsea market really has its rich historical heritage, which gave him such a big surprise.

"Then you can go and rest on the wicker chair over there for a while, because the artwork you want to take out may not even be seen by you."

Reina nodded, indeed, as Qin Guan said, in the shop of the beauty of the world, he had never seen the first art work.

Cong Nianwei was not idle, and Lan Jin was no longer lying on his chair at this time. As if he had seen a huge business opportunity, he was now struggling to prevent the squeezed cotton in the box.

Money is money!

"This is the Tantou New Year painting, an art style that began to flourish in the late Ming Dynasty in China. It is mostly accepted by folk people with its colorful colors and simple narrative painting style."

"Purchasing New Year pictures in the Chinese New Year is one of our traditions, just like the custom-made oil paintings sold by the B-level galleries here, it is the favorite of Chinese women."

"Oh, right," Cong Nianwei took a square wooden board, carefully wrapped with a thick plastic film, opened the mouth, and placed it in front of Reina's eyes.

"This is another way of showing the style of painting in China. The New Year's Eve of Wooden Planks is a way of engraving, using wooden planks as a carrier of printed paintings, and more three-dimensional artworks.

"The age has a history of thousands of years. This is amazing. If you buy an engraving, it is equivalent to buying an original print. Cong Nianwei demonstrates to Mr. Reinai."

"okay!"

Cong Nianwei dipped in ink with Dahao. The upper layer of the New Year painting on the wooden board was carefully soaked with oil paint. A thick version of rice paper with good water absorption was the same size as the wooden board.

The paper gently covered it, but half a quarter of an hour, Cong Nianwei gently uncovered the rice paper on the board.

A beautiful New Year's picture of Fu Lushou's three-year Annunciation was displayed in front of Reina.

It has always been Ruiyasiwen, the calm temperament, Reina, for the first time had a surprised expression on his face.

In foreign oil paintings, the way of painting is a painstaking effort. A painting that has been worn out has been in the past few years.

The New Year's card on the wooden board in front of me, good fellow, is simply a meticulously customized painting, and it is also full of exotic style. This is the favorite of the guests of the category B galleries.

Now Reina also has no regard for the temperament of his self-proclaimed artist, and has directly transformed into a businessman. He directly pointed to these categories of art and opened his own conditions.

"How many such paintings are in your shop? I think we can sit down and talk in detail."

Qin Guan reported lightly after the checkout counter: "Not many, there are only one copy of the wooden New Year's card, in your hands, there are 20 finished products, and there are not more than ten Tantou New Year pictures, plus the mask you like. , You can take all $5500."

"Puff..." Lan Jin behind was another old blood.

Lan Jin, who was still collecting garbage on the side, almost fell into the box after hearing the offer.

You lied to Qin Guan, this is carved from a piece of broken wood!

It wasn't until Lei Nai and Qin Guan who negotiated the agency prices of these three works of art that the other party reluctantly left this small gallery.

This Chinese is not simple. He wanted to carry a large number of Chinese works of art directly into the American art market. It seems quite ambitious to make this shop a class C art palace.

(There are three types of galleries: A sells original paintings exclusively, B sells prints, and serves as frames, and C sells paintings, furniture, jewelry, antiques, etc. All types of galleries are relatively high and professional. Members of the association, this kind of gallery is more professional and very influential in the local area. Category B should be lower than the previous grade. It obtains the market with famous prints and popular varieties and prices suitable for sale. C mainly focuses on fine arts, but The content of doing both is more extensive.) (To be continued.)