Chapter 208 Wang Chao: Artistry is as high as the police station floor! [Please give me a monthly ticket! 】

February 6th.

Easy to travel, easy to buy a car, easy to get married.

Five days have passed since Wang Chao revealed his plan. During these five days, Xu Hao thought about it a little and felt that the other party's thinking was still good, so he did not stop him.

The market for drinks is huge, and there is countless wealth hidden in the profits of both low-end and high-end drinks.

In addition, our own industry can indeed achieve the first step of low-end industry, so there is no reason not to do it.

Just.

"Are you sure you want to find the so-called art?"

Xu Hao looked at the person in front of him and touched his chin.

"Brother, the fastest way to build a brand image is to either look for bells and whistles that others can't understand, or find celebrities to endorse you."

Wang Chao spoke very seriously.

At this time, he was sitting on the sofa at Xu Hao's home.

Xiaobai lay on his neck, his fleshy hand constantly poking his cheek.

"But, celebrity endorsements are all clearly priced, starting at a few million."

Wang Chao said so.

Xu Hao nodded in agreement.

Indeed, no matter where the star is, the endorsement fee is not low.

This is true even for sports stars.

Take football for example. As long as you can play well, the market in Dongguo will explode for it, and a lot of money can build a fortress.

"We don't have that much money."

Xu Hao spoke frankly.

Zhang Niu has it, but he can’t always let Zhang Niu pay for it.

"Hey hey, hey hey."

Wang Chao chuckled and said nothing more.

Xu Hao paused, "Did you get it?"

"Did it."

"How did you get it?"

"The eldest niece said that she has a small treasury, which contains the New Year's money and money she has saved since she was a child. There are about three to four million here and there."

In 2004, a small treasury of three to four million

Xu Hao's mouth twitched.

"Did your kid receive a steel ball? Didn't he go to the hospital?"

"Steel ball? What steel ball?"

Wang Chao was puzzled, with confusion in his eyes. He replied after a moment: "No, I just owe someone a favor. If she has any wishes in the future that don't touch the bottom line, I have to agree."

"It turns out that I still accept the steel ball."

Xu Hao nodded.

Before Wang Chao could speak, he continued:

"What about so-called art?"

"This thing is not cheap, right?"

Art cannot be measured by money.

It is precisely because it cannot be measured in money that it has become the most commonly used means of money laundering.

Why do paintings appreciate in value only after an artist dies?

One description is that a painter after death cannot give himself a fixed value for his paintings.

And as long as the other party doesn't set a value for themselves, others have the final say as to the value.

"So, we can buy something cheap."

Wang Chao ignored Xiao Bai who kept tugging on his cheek, stretched out his hand, and counted with his fingers.

"It can be done for tens of thousands or even thousands of dollars."

"So cheap?" Xu Hao was surprised.

"Vulgar!"

Wang Chao suddenly spoke seriously.

"We are looking for the peerless treasures hidden under the earth!"

“Although I may only buy it for a few thousand, what if I think it’s worth hundreds of millions!?”

Xu Hao looked at Wang Chao and then clicked his tongue.

"You are becoming more and more like a profiteer."

Seeing that the other party was about to laugh again, Xu Hao interrupted him again.

"Okay, you go, I still want to stay at home."

"The funding fee has been approved for you."

Wang Chao took Xiaobai off his head and pinched his soft cheeks, making Xiaobai very angry.

"Aren't you going?"

"Not going."

Xu Hao shook his head and said disdainfully: "You are a bit unlucky. Nothing good will happen with you."

Wang Chao was shocked and looked at him angrily.

"That's not right, Brother Hao, I am unlucky because I am obviously following you!"

"You fart, I was normal before you came to Jiangsan City." Xu Hao retorted.

"I'm normal too!"

The two of them checked the accounts for a long time, but unfortunately, no one was right.

After a while.

Wang Chao ran away. He took off the white hair on his head again, opened the door, and disappeared into the cold wind.

"What happened to him?"

Chu Xi, wearing an apron, poked her head out of the kitchen, looked at the door, blinked and asked.

"Nothing, the rebellious period has arrived."

Xu Hao spoke calmly.

"Always like to prove something."

"Huh? What does he want to prove?"

"He wants to prove that it is actually Jiangsan City's feng shui that is evil and has nothing to do with him."

Feng Shui is a great knowledge. This thing has not been included in feudal superstition, but it is not advocated either.

In some special areas, various bosses trust these two words very much. They will find specialized people to make predictions about Feng Shui before starting work, or to predict the good or bad luck of the house when buying a house.

In this way, the so-called coffin room and ghost house have also been derived, and this thing is

Put it this way.

If you live in a community, you find that your neighbor, or the balconies of other buildings you can see from the balcony, are sealed with cement.

This is the so-called ghost house or coffin room, which may contain an urn or coffin.

There is no such thing in Jiangsan City.

But Wang Chao is still convinced that Jiangsan City is evil.

What, Ducheng and Linlan City, Zhaozhou? That must be just as evil as them!

He can always find a place that is not evil!

February 6th.

Qiaozhou City.

This is the neighboring urban area of Jiangsan City, and its economy is on par with Jiangsan City.

The most famous thing is the hospital here. Countless people come to Qiaozhou City for treatment and recovery.

The rest of the story is not outstanding. It is relatively mediocre overall. Although there are no contradictions, it does not show much potential for development.

It all depends on the economy brought about by the hospital!

On February 6th, Wang Chao set foot here, accompanied by Zhang Min.

"Hello, Mr. Wang, Ms. Zhang, right? We have been waiting for you for a long time, and we have been looking forward to having you here for a long time!"

After getting off the car, a man smiled at Wang Chao and stepped forward to shake hands.

"You are happy too early."

Wang Chao shook his hand and said subconsciously.

Zhang Min on the side couldn't help it, turned his head and snickered.

man:?

"Huh?"

"I mean, when there is cooperation in the future, that will be the time to be happy!"

Wang Chao quickly opened his mouth to make amends.

This person is from the social circle he opened through the Jiangsan City market, and he is considered a beverage partner.

After all, a chain store in the low-end market cannot be opened by just one person. Naturally, other people need to help.

He is working on it in Jiangsan City, and in the city next door, this is the person he is currently looking for.

His name is Zhang Yong, he is forty-seven years old, he also works in catering, sells ice cream, and has complete equipment.

"Haha, you're right, you're right."

Zhang Yong smiled cheerfully, making him even happier.

"The exhibition is inside. Let's go in first and take a look at the so-called artwork."

"Please."

Behind Zhang Yong is an exhibition hall, an official exhibition hall established to display various things.

It can be a technology conference, a comic exhibition, or even a painting exhibition or an art exhibition.

What are relatively common these days are so-called painting exhibitions and artistic exhibitions.

Under normal circumstances, the exhibition will last for three consecutive days. If you have enough money, the exhibition will last for seven days.

In Xu Hao's last life, it gradually became a gathering place for comic exhibitions, art exhibitions and the like

Let's put it this way, art students are almost starving to death. They are taking manuscripts and painting everywhere, and there is no time to do this stuff.

"Squeak~"

The door opened and Wang Chao stepped in.

The next moment, the scene of five or six figures in suits standing scattered in front of the wall came into view.

These are the so-called invited people.

Most of them are members of the social elite.

It might be a senior executive or the boss of some company.

Ordinary people also have them, but not many.

"Tsk, no one discusses the artistry of these paintings?"

Wang Chao stood in front of a painting, thought for a moment, and said suspiciously:

The painting was in an abstract style. Wang Chao turned his head several times and still couldn't figure out how to look at it.

Zhang Min couldn't hold back, patted him and whispered:

"Pay attention to your image."

"Oh."

Wang Chao nodded and watched normally, but became more and more confused as he watched.

"Haha, you don't understand. Actually, I don't understand either."

Zhang Yong laughed softly.

As he said that, he pointed at the people next to him, "I bet they can't understand it either."

At this time, Wang Chao pricked up his ears and quietly listened to the discussions around him.

"Why is there a banana?"

"On a pure white wall, a stuck wall appears in the corner. It is abrupt and at the same time, it is puzzling. Is it possible that the world is like this pure white wall, but everything that people encounter is as abrupt as this banana? ?”

"I think so too. Look, this banana is covered with some black scars. Does it look like the pain caused by setbacks?"

"It makes sense, I think so too."

"Look, the surface of this banana is covered with scars, but the inside is so normal, doesn't it look like it? The inside?"

Suddenly.

Everyone was stunned.

But I saw a young cleaning staff pick up the banana, peel it off and eat it casually.

"Sorry, there was no room to put bananas just now."

The cleaning staff took a photo as quickly as possible and then explained.

Everyone:.

There was no embarrassment. After a while, a few people focused on another apple.

"Why are there apples here?" "Is this the same in your capital?"

Wang Chao couldn't hold back and turned to look at Zhang Min.

"What art exhibition is held in the capital for this reason?"

"No one discusses artistry?"

Zhang Min looked at him with strange eyes, "You are silly, do you really explore artistry in an artistic exhibition?"

"Shouldn't we discuss it?" Wang Chao's eyes widened. This was his first time participating in this matter.

"Can you see the artistry?"

"Can't tell."

"Can others see it?"

"A small number of people can see it."

"Are the people discussing it a small minority or the majority?"

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"Most people are talking about it."

A small number of people can see the artistry, but most people are discussing it, so what is being discussed?

"Ham, it's actually just a dating platform."

Zhang Yong stood up at this time and happily smoothed things over.

"Dating platform?" Wang Chao was confused.

"That's right, you see, most people are passing business cards to each other, and it's just using art exhibitions to bring them together."

"As for art, maybe someone who likes it will buy it."

Zhang Yong touched his chin, pointed at some of the paintings and said:

"Such as this is not artistic."

Wang Chao looked.

These paintings all demonstrate artistry and aesthetics. They are not abstract things and are more in line with public aesthetics.

"emmmmm, then this kind of painting can't be sold?"

Wang Chao's expression gradually became strange.

He pointed to the abstract painting in front of him that was physically wrong.

"It can be sold, but it's not easy to sell."

Zhang Yong replied.

"How many days does it usually take to sell?" Wang Chao asked curiously.

"One month? Half a year? One year?" Zhang Yong was also a little unsure.

"How much does it cost at one time?"

"A few hundred or a few thousand, I'm not sure. I've never bought one before." Zhang Yong shook his head.

Painting is expensive.

Dye, paper, studio, and time are all costs required for a painting.

"Then they will starve to death!?"

Wang Chao was even more confused.

How can you live on if you only make so little money all year round?

"Indeed, you will starve to death, but anyone with brains will change careers, such as art and private customization."

Zhang Min said, there are many new things in the capital, but she knows a little bit about these things.

"Recently, Penguin has updated its avatar pictures, as well as emoticons and the like."

“There are some people in the capital who like to have avatars and emoticons that no one else has but only themselves.”

"A picture is probably hundreds or thousands in size."

The world is big, and there are naturally many abstract artists.

There is a niche circle like this. They don't like to use avatar pictures and emoticons that everyone has.

So, I will find an artist to customize a picture that only I own, and then send it to the group to identify myself, and then

After that, the plot begins with the person who stole the picture frantically cursing and demanding compensation.

"Thousands at a time?"

“What’s an art exhibition then?”

Wang Chao was confused. He looked at the paintings around him that would not be bought, and there was a question mark in his mind.

"Harm, dating platform, dating platform."

Zhang Yong laughed.

The exhibition itself is very abstract.

Paintings with artistic quality and intuitive beauty will be looked down upon by others and can only be sold at a low price.

No one understands the abstract style, but it will appear to many people to speculate, but no one will buy it.

"Then what should we buy?"

Wang Chao whispered to Zhang Min.

He originally wanted to find someone with artistic skills to design a logo for himself, as well as promote new products and product design.

But now it's a bit silent.

"I think we can find the person who posted the banana just now."

Zhang Min thought for a moment and gave an answer.

At first glance, the cleaner just now was not a serious cleaner. After all, who has a cleaner with a camera when cleaning?

And specifically put bananas on the wall?

Compared with the paintings on the wall, Zhang Min felt that this behavior was quite novel.

"Indeed, his behavior is of high artistic quality."

Wang Chao also spoke in admiration.

Zhang Yong came up and wondered, "How high is the artistry?"

"It's as high as three or four stories."

"So high!?"

"So high!"

After making up his mind, Wang Chao left and went to find the person who arranged the bananas.

Zhang Yong didn’t object either.

His goal is not the high-end market, but to occupy the sinking market of drinks in Qiaozhou City, so Wang Chao's high-end plan has nothing to do with him, and naturally he has no right to object.

But

“This art exhibition is still a little bit real.”

"It seems that we have invited a relatively famous writer who is very good at painting or sculpture. Every work is a guarantee of affection, and the works will be released at the end of the exhibition."

"Do you want to wait?"

Zhang Yong suddenly spoke, leaving the suspicious Wang Chao in front of him.

"Sculpture?"

"Yes, look over there."

Wang Chao turned around and looked.

But I saw the center of the exhibition, the stage that was arranged at this time, with a sculpture covered in the center.

The sculpture was covered with red cloth, and no one knew what it was.

Wang Chao's eyes showed suspicion.

"Then let's take a look?"

"Then let's take a look."

Anyway, being idle is idle.

Wang Chao feels that this process is probably learned from the West.

It is somewhat similar to the other party's catering culture. A meal is divided into eight dishes, or more or less, and only one dish is eaten at a time. It is completely different from Dongguo's process of finishing all the dishes before eating.

And basically no one at the scene left.

Until, half an hour later

"Thank you for coming all the way to participate in this artistic exhibition."

"Someone said"

"I think art is like a bird"

Suddenly, a man in a suit appeared on the stage, holding a microphone and wearing gold-rimmed glasses, which made people feel as warm as a spring breeze, and slowly spoke.

People gradually gathered under the exhibition.

"What's hidden in there?"

Wang Chao muttered quietly.

"I don't know, keep looking." Zhang Min whispered.

The final object was covered, and judging from the vague outline, it was indeed a sculpture.

I just don’t know what type it is, or what kind of sculpture it is.

a long time.

The host's voice gradually died down.

"Now, let us appreciate Master Lin Bao's latest works!"

There was a burst of warm applause from the audience.

And as the applause sounded, under the expectant eyes of everyone, there was something covered by red cloth on the stage.

The prototype was revealed.

"Wow!"

The red cloth suddenly opened.

A lifelike woman appeared in front of everyone.

Wearing a mask, she was as skinny as a stick, holding a child in her arms, her eyes full of compassion, and she knelt on the ground as if looking at something.

In an instant.

There was an uproar.

"What is this? A sculpture!?"

"It's so similar, such full emotion, such strong rendering"

"This is art, you are worthy of being a master"

There was a lot of discussion in the audience.

As soon as the red cloth was lifted, strong emotions suddenly hit his face. It was hard to imagine that a dead thing could achieve such a scene.

On this motionless sculpture, every wrinkle, the width of the corners of the eyes, and even the mask.

There is simply no angle to choose from!

"As expected of Master Lin Bao, I didn't expect that in just three years of retreat, he would produce such shocking works."

Zhang Yong said softly, smacking his tongue, his eyes staring at the sculpture above that almost seemed to be real.

With this strong emotional rendering, even if you don't understand art, you can still feel the meaning of its expression.

The desire to survive, compassion, pity, and pain are all rolled into a ball, and can be captured with just one look.

Wang Chao frowned and looked at it for a long time.

After a moment, he suddenly spoke.

"My experience tells me that the artistry of this thing is very high."

"How high is it?" Zhang Yong asked subconsciously.

This time Wang Chao did not give an answer immediately. After thinking for a moment, he said:

"How high is the public security bureau of your city bureau?"

"Eight floors." Zhang Yong returned subconsciously.

"The artistry of this thing is as high as an eight-story building!"

Zhang Yong:?

at the same time.

Qiaozhou City, Criminal Investigation Detachment.

The detachment leader was still drinking tea comfortably.

As a prefecture-level city, Qiaozhou City had only a few cases last year, which was highly praised by Haiyun Province.

This made the entire police department have a good life.

The security is good and it is so comfortable.

“It’s not like the people next door who work all day long and are busy, and end up worrying about whether they will be punished.”

The detachment leader had a smile on his face.

The same goes for the captain next to him, he laughed. .

"Lao Li can stand up to ten people by himself!"

"Tsk, it's so miserable."

"Fortunately nothing happened here."

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