Soul Painter

The bar not far from the city hall has become a place for Gao Fan and Anna to take a break after finishing a day's work. Reporters who want to find Gao Fan for interviews sometimes also wait for Gao Fan here with their cameras. Some of them come from various TVs, news, newspapers and radio stations in the beautiful country, and occasionally some art reporters from other countries come here to "capture" Gao Fan.

Reporters can often see a thin, black-haired Oriental with a black cat and a group of blonde or red-haired Bstn local citizens bumping into beer glasses and fighting for wine, while another calm Jewish girl is like a quiet mural. Similarly, drinking soda next to him, occasionally I can see the painter's agent in a suit and leather shoes. Here is one thing to say, the agent seems to be incompatible with the atmosphere of the bar.

　　 There are some reporters who are a little confused about the situation. For example, a reporter from a tabloid in New York asked Gao Fan some questions about racial discrimination here, but Gao Fan rushed to beat him when he was too drunk.

Before the painter could do anything, the strong men in the bar had already thrown the reporter on the street. The police who came to deal with the matter only asked for a little bit and took the reporter away. A journalist will also face accusations of racial discrimination.

　　 This happened in June.

　　 has been creating for two months, and everyone in Bstn has already known the name of GA, and most of the citizens of Bstn regard it as their own.

　　 Gao Fan’s fame also spread to Anna and Lawrence. Everyone called Anna ‘Miss Nun’ or ‘AA’ and Lawrence was ‘Mr. Broker’.

　　 One night at the end of June.

　　 Lawrence opened the door of the bar and saw several people toasting to him: "Speech to you, Mr. Broker who is greedy for money."

　　 "Just call me an agent." Lawrence replied.

In the depths of the bar, Lawrence saw Gao Fan talking and laughing loudly with a trucker-like character. Next to him, there was a half-aged **** with heavy makeup and a less serious looking professional. He laughed and laughed. The white on the top shook like a wave.

The agent needs to pay more attention to see Annie, who has a very low sense of existence. Although she is sitting at the corner of the round table, she seems to be drowned in Gao Fan’s talk and laughter. After nearly half a year in Bstn’s life, Gao Fan Daily communication with local people is no longer a problem, and I learn all kinds of slang very quickly.

　　 "High, we have to talk." Lawrence walked to the wine table and said.

　　 Ten minutes later, they got a quiet area, and no one else in the bar was bothering them.

"Although your creative progress is very happy, from April to now, more than 30,000 sketches have been completed, which is 30% of the scheduled workload, but our funds have also been consumed by half. Nearly four million dollars." Lawrence said, "In short, in four months, we will run out of money."

　　 "It spends so much..." Gao Fan was surprised, "Why?"

"Most of them are unplanned expenditures. Those homeless people and rascals who repeatedly enter the square and become your models, but this month, they took nearly one hundred thousand dollars from us. Why do people like you so much? Because of your'generosity'?" Lawrence said the word'generosity' with obvious irony.

　　 Of course, in this bar, there are no such vagrants and rascals.

　　 "Judas also betrayed **** for thirty silver coins, but he could only die in the tomb purchased with these thirty silver coins." Anna suddenly said.

　　 "I am a legitimate businessman, you are a painter, we are not gods." Lawrence smiled bitterly.

　　 God meowed at this time~

　　 "I know you are God, but you can't punish those greedy villains." Lawrence said to God.

Meow. God seems to be saying that that is not necessarily true.

"In short, this is very difficult to solve. If we strictly control the number of people, someone will soon show up slogans to protest that we are doing regional discrimination because we cannot strictly define the scope of the'Bstn people', and the city government does not dare to say anything about it. Definition, so we need more funds." Lawrence said.

　　 "Mrs. Gardner's purchase of paintings and the New York Museum should be enough?" Gao Fan asked.

"Just barely make up ten million US dollars." Lawrence said. In fact, the price of the two "Mask" paintings sold to the museum is only about one-third of the market price, because it can enter the New York Museum, one of the four largest in the world. It is also a kind of recognition from the art world, which can increase the value of a painter a lot. It is also an industry practice to consider the price lower inside and outside.

"Your reputation is still on the rise. This time the creation of "Bostonian" has brought you worldwide influence. I heard that "Time" magazine is interested in choosing you to be the cover character of the first issue, but the previous topic It is this painting that can really be completed, not halfway. Therefore, if you choose to continue to sell other "Mask" theme paintings at this time, it is not worth the loss." Lawrence said.

If Gao Fan’s paintings are on the cover of Time Magazine, then Lawrence believes that Gao Fan’s works will be worth more than 100 million yuan in the next Christie’s sales. The price, to sell it, is a bit wasteful, and the loss is great.

　　 "Whatever." Gao Fan said, "Anyway, you have a way~"

　　 Gao Fan knew that Lawrence must have come with a way~www.readwn.com~ just wanted him to make a decision.

　　 His paintings are money, how could it be possible to have no money?

"My idea is to accept the sponsorship of the Forbes family. They have raised the price to 2 million U.S. dollars to purchase a first-hand purchase right, or directly pay 5 million U.S. dollars for a certain pre-harvest. If the painting is completed, they will Pay the remaining amount of the equal market price, and this market price will be determined by the price of your next auction." Lawrence said.

"It's up to you to decide." Gao Fan doesn't care too much, "This painting can't belong to a certain family of Bstn. Anyone who tries to possess it will not have any good results, because there will be magic in this painting. It’s a weight that mortals can’t bear."

　　 "Something magical? What is that?" Lawrence didn't understand what Gao Fan was referring to.

　　 "Soul." Gao Fan smiled mysteriously.

　　 "Soul? What? What is that?" Lawrence was surprised. He didn't understand. It wasn't that he didn't understand what the soul was, but he didn't understand the relationship between the soul and Gao Fan's paintings.

Gao Fan didn't explain much. He just picked up the beer glass in his hand and toasted Lawrence, "Mr. Broker, I am responsible for painting, and you are responsible for collecting money. This is our division of labor, so make a decision, I believe you. "

At this moment, Gao Fan, who was holding a beer glass, was wearing a wine-stained shirt and half-length hair, as if he was a wandering artist, but under the dim lights of the bar, Lawrence felt that his smile was a little scary. At this moment , Lawrence couldn't help but think, is Gao Fan really painting? The money he paid...Isn't it buying the souls of Bstn people?