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Ruyizhou opened the box on the fifth day of the lunar new year, and Wanrong Zhenhui started working on the eighth day of the new year. In terms of Kuangzheng's investment plan, there was only one project in the entire first quarter, which was Lu Ranxia's "pink chicken".He wants to control the high-end art investment market, so that Wanrong Zhenhui can break out of the second-tier army and become a top private bank that keeps pace with G&S Private Banking Department, Durban Kyloe China Region, and Hong Kong Furong.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, he took Duan Zhao and Wang Youcheng and drove to Xiaodun Street on Tuanjie Road in the old city. A silver-gray BMW was parked at the street corner.

Two luxury cars turned back and forth on the narrow alley. An old residential building was downstairs. Qin Kuo came out to greet him. It was getting warmer. He didn't wear the black down jacket and changed into a whitish washed baseball shirt. Copy your hands.

After each parked their cars, two people got on and off the BMW, contacted by Duan Zhao, one surnamed Li, a bald head, known in the art circle as Li Laoshi, a curator who has been very popular in the past two years, and held a curator in Shanghai in 2017 In the Lion Painting Exhibition, the turnover reached 800 million in [-] days, and became famous in one exhibition.

The other is also bald, surnamed Ha, a friend of Li Laoshi, the deputy curator in charge of exhibition planning of Guanlan Pavilion, the largest private museum in China, wearing a pair of round glasses, with small eyes that cannot be opened, and looks contemptuous.

Tan Kusheng led them upstairs. The innermost room on the third floor had a broken iron door covered with small advertisements that could not be removed. When they entered the room, they were coughed by the pungent turpentine smell that filled the room.

A small room of more than 50 square meters is enough for two big men to live in. It is also filled with half-dried oil paintings. The big ones are four or five meters long and the small ones are twenty or thirty centimeters. In the oil paint, Lu Ranxia sits quietly, wearing a dirty apron that has been worn for years, examining the unfinished painting with one eye.

Seven people in the room, a painter, a painter economy, a curator, a museum, and three investors, briefly introduced each other and began to look at the paintings.Pink Chicken is a large series, with forty or fifty sheets. The others are still lifes and human bodies. Even the daily works, they have a distinctive brilliance, wanton and vivid, full of vitality, and are fragments of the artist's soul.

"It's okay." The surname Ha said arrogantly, frowning and drooping eyes.

Li Laoshi praised him very much, and followed him step by step: "Yes, he is still a little tender."

Tan Kuang didn't say a word, but Kuang Zheng said, "The buyer has a high opinion of the pink chicken."

Ha stopped and looked back at him: "Do you know how to draw?"

Kuang Zheng shook his head, smiled and said, "I don't understand."

The surname Ha also laughed. He is used to being praised by painters and curators, and he doesn’t know the heights of heaven and earth: “I don’t think you understand. , Didn’t you see him becoming popular on the Internet?”

Ao, whose surname is Ha, has his own reasons. As the museum owner, Fenji has to ask him if he wants to hold an exhibition, but he is also stupid. He uses an artistic mind to speculate on capital. He thinks that Wanrong Zhenhui is because of Lu Ranxia Only when he is "fired" can he become him, but he does not know that this "fire" is the point of Wanrong Zhenhui.

There are always some fools in the world who think they are smart, but they are actually just a pebble under the wheel of capital. They see what the capital tells them to see and listen to what the capital tells them to listen. They are blind and deaf in another sense.

"I don't know how to paint," Kuang Zheng smiled subtly. "The vast majority of my clients, like me, don't know how to paint. That's why I need you experts."

His words were neither humble nor overbearing. He not only affirmed the title of expert surnamed Ha, but also pointed out a truth: In the market, the meaning of the existence of experts is to serve buyers. Experts can be proud, but they cannot be more arrogant than buyers.

The surname Ha rolled his eyes and curled his lips, "The work is not bad, what are you going to do?"

"We hope to hold a spring special exhibition in the Guanlan Pavilion," Kuang Zheng put one hand in his pocket, looking down at his shiny bald head, "The art exhibition is exclusively sponsored by Wanrong Zhenhui, and all activities including publicity We pay the fee, and all the income generated during the exhibition," he paused, "belongs to you."

Ha was stunned.

"Simply put, it's enough for you to be famous," Kuang Zheng said with a look of contempt, "Oh no, there's still a venue."

The man surnamed Ha tightened his face. He has learned what it means to be rich and powerful today. Kuangzheng’s proposal is very clear. Treat art as a business. Each takes what it needs to win.

He glanced at Li Laoshi: "Our museum..."

At this moment, Kuangzheng got a call, it was Mr. Xiao.

"Hey, are you here? It's slow enough," Kuang Zheng winked at Wang Youcheng, "My people will go down to pick you up." He hung up the phone and smiled slightly, "The buyer is here."

Kuangzheng is so grand, what kind of buyer will he be? Ha and Li Laoshi are very curious, but they have to put on the airs of experts and pretend to study Lu Ranxia's paintings.

"This sense of volume is very interesting," the surname Ha frowned. "It's not cubism yet, it's somewhere between two-dimensional and three-dimensional."

"It should be because of the painter." Li Laoshi pointed to his left eye, implying that Lu Ranxia only had one side of vision. The contrast between warm and cold is amazing, as if there is an independent color standard."

Footsteps sounded at the door, and Wang Youcheng led Mr. Xiao in. The big, well-dressed man, followed by two equally tall bodyguards, casually stood in the room, demonstrating what is called "flourishing brilliance" with his strength.

"He..." the surname Ha exclaimed, "Mr. He!"

Mr. Xiao turned to face him, glanced at him, and said nothing.

"Why," Kuang Zheng asked knowingly, "know you?"

"No, I don't know," the surname Ha changed his previous arrogance and said awkwardly, "I saw it from afar at the Damien Hirst (1) retrospective exhibition in London." A layer of sweat broke out, "Mr. He is a friend of Hearst."

"No," Mr. Xiao corrected coldly, "I'm not familiar with Hirst. The exhibition was sponsored by the Qatar Museum, and the curator is my friend. Hirst's biggest buyer in the world is a rich man from the Middle East."

With just a few casual words, the atmosphere in the room changed immediately. Only then did Li Laoshi and Ha realized that what was going to be discussed in this unremarkable small house was probably not one or two paintings, but millions of paintings. Big business off the ground.

Kuang Zheng introduced Lu Ranxia to Mr. Xiao, and then accompanied him to look at the paintings. Pink chickens, big and small, were piled up in a mess in the corner. Mr. Xiao was different from the two bald-headed experts. He squatted down and took a closer look. Make a decision directly: "I want all of the total."

Li Laoshi and the surname Ha looked at each other, shocked.

Kuang Zheng snapped his fingers at Duan Zhao: "I will give you a quotation tomorrow."

"Pack it up and send it to my studio." Mr. Xiao took out a small-sized narcissus, admiring the details, "You know the address."

"Next month, we plan to hold a special exhibition in the Guanlan Pavilion," Kuang Zheng said, "I will deliver it as soon as the exhibition is dismantled."

"Special exhibition?" Mr. Xiao asked, "Why don't you go to the National Pavilion, or the Tate in the UK, the Pompidou in France, or the Modern Art in New York," he said casually, "You pick."

Hearing this, Li Laoshi and his surname Ha immediately changed their expressions. Kuangzheng took out a cigarette case, held one between his fingers, and said a little brazenly: "If you say that, it would be nice to hold a global tour."

Mr. Xiao was taken aback for a moment, and stared back at him.

Kuang Zheng tilted his head chicly: "My appetite is directly proportional to your worth."

Mr. Xiao put down the painting, neither agreed nor refused, got up and walked towards him, and leaned into his ear: "I'll get you a driver's license," then punched him in the chest, "I'll see you at the muay thai gym when I'm free." .”

His face was cold, but there was a smile in his shallow eyes, and he turned and left with the bodyguards.

"Dacheng," Kuang Zheng rubbed his chest, "Send Mr. He off."

He Shengjing bought out Ku Shengranxia's entire studio in less than 10 minutes, and even improved the special exhibition of Pink Chicken to a higher level. He Zhengzheng unbuttoned his suit and lit a cigarette: "Golden knife, for you! I will send two experts."

The implication is that whether it is the famous Li Laoshi or the curator Ha with his eyes above the top, they don't need Wanrong Zhenhui.

The person surnamed Ha hurriedly took out his business card: "Mr. Kuang, Mr. He's exhibition is over, come to my place. We, Guanlan, don't want to sponsor, we will pay for it ourselves!"

Kuangzheng was no longer uncommon for viewing orchids and plum blossoms, but he still politely accepted the business card.

(1) Damien Hirst: The contemporary artist with the highest transaction price in the UK and known as the richest contemporary artist in the world.