Chapter 981 A Fragment
“Thank you.”
Countless words eventually evolved into the simplest sentence.
Michael finally pulled back from the edge of emotion and regained his sense.
“Next time, I hope to have the opportunity to express my gratitude in person. It would be my honor.”
Anson did not refuse politely, but joked smoothly, "Are you treating me?"
Michael caught the essence at once -
This painting was priced at five thousand dollars, but in the end The transaction price has one more zero.
Obviously, Anson was teasing this, in a light-hearted way.
Michael couldn't help but look at Anne. He now understood why everyone was praising Anson for his charm; Anne looked at Michael inexplicably.
Michael didn't explain, and responded with a smile and nod, "Of course, I'm treating you. I can do this, 100%."
The phone call didn't last long.
Michael looked at Anne and Thomas, and the smile on his lips rose, "He likes my work."
One sentence is enough.
Anne and Thomas both hugged Michael and cheered.
On the other side, Anson hung up the phone and as soon as he raised his head, he could detect the gazes projected by Nola and Lucas. Although they did not speak, their burning eyes and concerned gazes could not be more obvious.
Anson looked helpless, "A friend."
Nora, "Friend?"
The high-pitched tail tone was full of inquiry.
Originally, Anson wanted to explain the whole story. He had not expected such a coincidence at all. It was an interesting story worth sharing; but now looking at Nora’s eyes like this, he didn’t want to explain it at all.
"Ms. Nora, what's that look in your eyes?"
"What look? My eyes are normal."
"Hey, what are your eyes hinting at?"
"What? Well, what? Tell me, what did you interpret?"
Buzz, buzz, buzz.
The phone vibrated unexpectedly again, interrupting the confrontation between Nora and Anson.
Nora turned her head and glared at Lucas, "This is only the third course."
In other words, as soon as the dinner started, Lucas had already picked up five dishes. Six, seven, eight phone calls.
Lucas has been sitting silently next to him, and did not refute at this time. He subconsciously picked up the phone and glanced at it, then raised his head and looked around.
“Mom, it’s yours.”
Nora: ...
Besides, Anson laughed heartlessly.
Noila was speechless, but in the end she didn’t say anything more and silently answered the phone without having time to look at the caller ID.
"Good evening, this is Nora Wood."
Across the way, the two brothers Lucas and Anson quietly completed a high-five under the table.
Nora noticed, but she had no time to pay attention to the two brothers now. Her attention was entirely on the phone, listening carefully, and briefly communicating.
Then, he hung up the phone and did not speak for a long time.
Anson was a little worried, "Mom, what happened?"
Nora looked at Anson with a strange expression, "After dinner, I need to return to the gallery."
< br>Lucas also noticed the abnormality, "What, what happened?" Nola shrugged lightly, trying to find a more accurate way of expression, but obviously this was not an easy task, searching in her brain After a lot of searching, I still couldn't find it, so I just said so.
“More than a third of the works in the gallery have been sold.”
The air is a little quiet.
Lucas breathed a sigh of relief, looking calm and calm.
On the contrary, Anson doubted his ears, "Are you sure?"
The smile on Norah's lips rose, "Yes."
"So I need to go to the gallery to further confirm the situation later. Everything happened so fast, only a few hours. It is inevitable that there will be some fishing in troubled waters. We need to confirm Buyers and offers, and then look at the situation, whether it is necessary to launch a new wave of publicity and promotion."
Everything seems incredible, even incredible.
Even if it has been repeatedly confirmed that the thing really happened, without seeing it with my own eyes, it still seems to lack some sense of reality, and the shock and impact continue to stir in my brain.
In comparison, Lucas seemed much calmer.
"It's not necessary."
"Anson is the best publicity. It has only been a few hours since Anson showed up, and the market has already responded positively. If we cooperate with the publicity next, it will give people a deliberate feeling. , it makes people suspect that everything is arranged, and the commercial atmosphere is too strong, which arouses the disgust of passers-by; instead of doing this, it is better to wait patiently, let the rumors continue to ferment, and wait for the feedback from word of mouth. "
Nola said enthusiastically. Look at Lucas.
Lucas had no expression on his face, "Mom, you should see the crowd gathered outside the gallery today. If they could, they wouldn't mind tearing Anson's clothes into pieces and grabbing a piece each."
Anson had a strange expression, "Luka, do you want it too? If you want, there are many in the closet, you can take whatever you want."
Lucas: ...
Norah had already reacted and looked at Anson again, her expression full of pride, "I'm sorry, Anson, I questioned your appeal this afternoon."
< br>Sincerity, frankness and warmth.
On the contrary, Anson felt a little embarrassed. Even he himself did not expect the grand occasion in front of him and was completely caught off guard.
So, Anson joked, "I feel like I have been sold and I am still counting the money. Is this normal?"
Lucas is right -
No publicity is the best publicity, or in other words, correct publicity.
Exactly one week later, the news that the East Village Art Gallery had regained people's attention gradually spread throughout New York and attracted the attention of "New Yorkers".
Without any invitation or cooperation plan, the "New Yorker" sent a columnist to the gallery in person -
Not to interview Anson or promote Anson, but to truly appreciate the exhibition and take a look How about a painting exhibition that attracts Anson? Let’s take a look at Anson’s artistic taste through the painting exhibition.
A vase often means that the outside is gold and jade, the inside is ruined, and has no connotation.
However, during the past period of time, Anson was showing a different look bit by bit.
For movies, for performances, for bands, for fashion...etc., etc., put aside the skin and show the inner soul. It is not some chicken soup for the soul or famous quotes, but a kind of thinking, a kind of Taste, slowly breaking the prejudices and labels of the vase, showing more possibilities of him as a person.
Not only an actor, but also an artist and a person.
Of course, conspiracy theories have always existed:
Everything is arranged, the scenes, lines, and publicity reports arranged by the agent and publicist. Anson is just a body that contains other people's wisdom and presents it. The so-called real soul is still empty and empty.
This is also what The New Yorker is trying to explore.
If there is a complete team behind Anson to create the character and image, why did they choose this exhibition? Shouldn't we participate in more famous and reputable art exhibitions? There is no need to take risks in such unknown art exhibitions, right?
After all, everything is planning, so risks and disputes should be reduced as much as possible.
Assuming that this art exhibition is Anson’s choice, then, what can be seen from this?
Anson aside, The New Yorker also believes that giving these independent art exhibitions some attention is necessary and is the only way to help cultivate the artistic soil.
Quietly, the attention came.
So, where is Anson?
(End of this chapter)