Chapter 40 Art Exhibition
Henry accompanied Lin Yuan and continued to walk around the square. After walking around for a while, he found nothing interesting.
It was too late, but it was fast. Paul took the lead, followed by three young men of similar age, rushing into the square from the outside and heading towards the guy who had previously slandered the motherland.
Paul wore a piece of cloth to cover his face to avoid being recognized by others, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble to Lin Yuan when he followed Lin Yuan.
As for the people behind him, they didn't bother to cover up at all and looked very arrogant.
"What do you want to do?" the guy shouted in panic.
Paul glanced at the guy, but no one paid him any attention.
The other three people picked up the items on the stall and packed them up, then smashed them if they didn't like them.
"Robbers! You are acting like robbers! Stop now, or I will call the police." He shouted to stop, but he didn't have enough confidence.
A boy with a headband on his forehead and tattoos on his sleeveless arms sneered: "Get your things, what's the matter? Do you have any objections?"
"What nonsense are you talking to him about? Just do it." A shorter accomplice next to him said, then clenched his fist and swung it towards Runren's face.
"Ouch!" Runren shouted in pain, feeling that his teeth were a little loose. He reached in and touched it gently, and a tooth fell out.
"You..."
"You still don't accept it?" He glared back fiercely, stepped forward and beat him again.
This sudden scene in broad daylight in the bustling Union Square attracted the attention of many people, but Lin Yuan found that no one was shocked. Perhaps to them, this was just a small scene.
Seeing that his goal was achieved, Paul called on everyone to evacuate immediately.
They came as quickly as they left, and Paul and the others disappeared into the vast sea of people in the blink of an eye.
Only Runren, whose skin was bruised and swollen, and whose words were leaking, was left lying on the ground moaning.
Not long after, Paul returned to Lin Yuan again: "Lin, are you satisfied?"
Lin Yuan nodded slightly. This kind of traitorous guy who seeks glory is not worthy of sympathy at all.
Paul didn't take it seriously. It didn't matter at all. Even if he was caught on the spot, it would be nothing more than a few verbal warnings.
Because he knew the style of the local judiciary and the police, the robbery of this small amount of rags was far from reaching the threshold for prosecution and punishment. When no casualties are caused, many people choose to settle the matter.
"Lin, is there anywhere you want to go?" Henry asked.
Lin Yuan thought for a moment and said, "Just make arrangements."
"There is an art exhibition held in a gallery out front. Do you want to go and see it?" Paul raised the flyer in his hand.
He had just picked up the flyer when he was passing by a certain intersection after saying goodbye to his friends and returning to Union Square. I didn't think this would come in handy.
"Okay." Lin Yuan nodded.
Henry naturally had no objection. In order to hold Lin Yuan's thigh tightly, even if he was asked to go up mountains of swords and seas of fire, he would not hesitate at all.
Since they decided to go to the art exhibition, Lin Yuan, Paul and Henry walked straight towards the gallery without any further nonsense.
The so-called gallery is a place where art works are collected, displayed or sold.
As early as the 16th century, art works collected in the West were displayed in the cloisters of mansions. This was the origin of galleries. Later, similar settings were often found in noble residences.
After the 19th century, a gallery refers to a public display place where audiences appreciate art works. The nature of the exhibition is basically the same as that of an art gallery. It may be smaller than an art gallery, but it is more targeted to works or art schools. In addition, with the development of capital market economy, the trend of commercialization of art has been strengthened, and art dealers specializing in fine arts have also emerged. The place where art dealers display and sell art is also called a gallery.
The gallery is not far from Union Square. Lin Yuan and the others crossed two streets and turned a corner before arriving.
At the entrance of the gallery, stood a downcast middle-aged man.
His face was thin and haggard, his cheeks were sunken, and his cheekbones were bulging, as if excess skin had been shaved off by the years. The eyes were bloodshot, the lips were chapped and peeled, without a trace of blood, and the hair was as messy as dead grass, greasy and stuck to the scalp. It looked like it had not been taken care of for a long time, and was mixed with a lot of silver strands, making it look particularly old.
Seeing Lin Yuan and others coming to the entrance, the middle-aged man hurriedly greeted: "You three, please come in."
His name is Alex and he is a painter. Someone told him since he was a child that he had a talent for painting, so his parents sent him to a hobby class to learn painting.
In college, he chose painting as a major. Through more systematic learning, painting skills have been significantly improved. During this period, he won many awards.
I thought I was very powerful, but after graduation, I was severely beaten by reality. I have submitted many paintings to some large galleries, hoping to become a contracted painter with the gallery, but I was rejected every time.
After a severe beating, Alex realized that the little achievements he had achieved meant nothing at all. However, he was not discouraged. Instead, he painted more carefully, hoping to impress others with his works.
However, the reality is cruel.
Although Alex's painting skills have improved slightly, no one is willing to find him because he is not famous.
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Many galleries would rather choose painters who are less famous, even if their abilities are mediocre.
Because in many countries in Europe and the United States, a painter's worth is measured not by the awards he has won, but by which gallery he has signed a contract with.
Later, he gradually understood that ability alone was not enough, he also needed publicity. To promote something, you need funds and people to support it. This is no different from being a star in the entertainment industry.
After thinking about this, he held this personal exhibition.
For this art exhibition, he also tried his best to sell everything.
Therefore, he is very anxious now. If the effect of this art exhibition is not satisfactory, it may be difficult to turn around in this life.
Seeing Lin Yuan and the others come in, they seemed particularly enthusiastic.
After entering, Lin Yuan found that no one was watching the art exhibition inside, and it was deserted.
Alex's eyesight was still sharp, and he could tell that the three people in front of him were mainly black-haired Chinese boys.
Lin Yuan was seen walking towards the nearest oil painting.
Alex immediately followed and said: "This is a painting describing the natural scenery of the countryside."
Then, Alex introduced it to Lin Yuan in detail in terms of composition, color, techniques, etc.
All of a sudden, Lin Yuan felt like he was visiting a supermarket in China, a bit like going to sell bottles of shampoo. There would always be a shopping guide buzzing in his ears, constantly introducing the characteristics of the shampoo from all aspects. After using this shampoo, What are the effects of hair water and so on.
In one sentence, you will never lose money if you buy it!
This guy talks too much, right?
Henry's mouth twitched, a little unbearable. He found an excuse to run the other way.
After a while, Paul also found an excuse to sneak away.
Lin Yuan rolled his eyes at these two dishonest guys.
(End of chapter)