Almighty painter
Chapter 939: Get out of the way, I'll do it
Chapter 939: Get out of the way, I'll do it
Lao Yang threw out a trump card at the beginning.
The evil cowboy on horseback waved the lasso with a contemptuous attitude, glancing at Gu Weijing in front of him, and his tone was somewhere between a devil who buys people's hearts and... a door-to-door salesman from an insurance company.
"You are too young."
"Brother Gu, the water here is too deep, you can't control it."
Yang Dekang said this with particular earnestness.
"Ho."
Maybe it was an illusion, but Teacher Yang seemed to hear a cold chuckle coming from the corner of the room behind him.
Lao Yang's stomach tightened slightly.
While eating the chicken leg, he glanced over at Miss Elena - the editor was casually flipping through a copy of the Curator's Manual and was not listening to their conversation at all.
"Brother Yang, yes, I was reminded before that the Ma Shi Gallery needs..."
Gu Weijing's voice came.
Has anyone reminded you?
Ok?
who is it?
Lao Yang captured this key word.
Oh my god, has anyone played this trick in front of our Uncle Yang? What kind of free agent is this? He wants to play this monkey stealing peach trick in front of you, Brother Yang. He really doesn't know how to live or die!
act recklessly!
Two dangerous sparks suddenly appeared in the Ghost Rider's nostrils.
Old Yang also groaned heavily in his stomach and immediately turned his head back.
"Don't listen to those people's nonsense!"
Old Yang took a bite of the drumstick, and the chicken bone made a crunching sound. "If you work in this industry for a long time, you will understand that there is no essential difference between the art market and the financial market. Anyone can make a few comments on the stock market. But if you really listen to their so-called lofty views, it's cool!"
The middle-aged man gestured and spit the crushed chicken bones into the packaging bag.
"Brother Gu."
"You've fallen into a trap. Those people are really bad."
rustle.
Yang Dekang heard the rustling sound of book pages turning behind him.
To be precise, it was not a rustling sound, but rather a crisp "click" sound as if someone was pinching a corner of the coated paper of a magazine and turning it over.
It's like fingertips flicking glass.
what.
Today's incident is really strange.
Old Yang turned his head again.
Miss Elena is still reading the magazine.
"Not necessarily, not necessarily." Gu Weijing was a very kind person. He was afraid that Lao Yang would fall into a trap and be noted down by Anna in her little notebook, so he immediately took the initiative to speak up and smooth things over.
"Anna told me the same thing before—"
"That's what I said." Old Yang turned around and patted his leather jacket, interrupting Gu Weijing, "Even Ms. Elena agrees with this, right? What else is there to say?"
Teacher Yang was passively triggered and licked Miss Anna casually.
"The art director of Oil Painting magazine is quite clear-headed when looking at this kind of issue."
"Brother Gu!"
"You are still young. You have never seen those bad guys who pretend to care about you and sneak up on you, wanting to be your agent and make you work for them for nothing. There are many tricks here!" Yang Dekang freely threw out a little joke, "It's like climbing a snowy mountain. Let me give you an analogy. The agent and the artist are like two climbers tied together by a safety rope."
"Ideally, they should insure each other."
"If you meet someone who is not professional, it will be terrible—"
Yang Dekang sniffed.
"Do you know how miserable it is?"
Teacher Yang tapped the small blackboard.
"It should be fine, as long as..." Gu Weijing said with a smile.
"How can it be okay?" Yang Dekang was very dissatisfied with Brother Gu's frivolous attitude. He knocked the empty bag with a chicken bone.
“Let’s go back to the mountain climbing example.”
"Some climbers have only one trusted partner for their entire lives. If their climbing partner has an accident, they will stop climbing. In this industry, as a joke, it's easy to change wives and husbands, but it's hard to change agents. The cooperative relationship between many artists and their agents lasts much longer than their marriages."
"Some people have no experience in the brokerage business and are still new, but they want to take advantage of the opportunity and become brokers for others. It's ridiculous. Unprofessional people will only drag you down. For this kind of thing, you should find the most professional and experienced people from the beginning. They will have professional long-term plans for your career."
Lao Yang's words were full of dominance, leaving no room for maneuver.
For example, him.
He is a real professional, a senior person.
Slightly.
Miss Elena turned another page of the book vigorously.
“Because agents are so important, those who casually come up with some plausible ideas, appear to be busy but are not busy on the point at all, and try to control others and steal the fruits of your labor are the most despicable.” Yang Dekang said with disgust.
"Don't lie to me, Brother Yang. During this period, an agent has tried to contact you."
Gu Weijing blinked.
"Yes, Brother Yang, please wait a moment. Let me tell you, Miss Elena also..."
"Yes. Miss Elena also thinks that what Mr. Yang said makes a lot of sense."
Anna closed the magazine in her hand and interrupted Gu Weijing's explanation.
She stared at Gu Weijing, signaling him to keep quiet with her eyes.
"Mr. Gu, you are too humble."
Anna criticized.
"You have to learn to listen and don't make random comments. I think Mr. Yang has his own ideas." The woman looked at Mr. Yang carefully.
"Yes, yes!"
Edward Yang was very happy.
The pony under Ghost Rider's crotch lifted its hooves happily.
Have a look.
Brother Gu is ignorant and always wants to interrupt him, but she, Miss Anna Elena, my friend, a true professional like her, all think that what Teacher Yang said is right.
"Leaving aside the second half, I particularly like the metaphor about mountaineering and his climbing partner."
Anna nodded slightly in approval.
“This description is very accurate.”
"Yeah, yeah. You have to find an agent who is experienced and steady enough, so that if you make a mistake, he can catch you."
Old Yang nodded.
According to simple laws of physics, a person of his size is extremely stable. It is very easy to tie up Brother Gu tightly.
"Anna said she--" "Gu, don't interrupt, I want to talk to Mr. Yang." Anna once again slapped back Gu Weijing's claws that were trying to pull Lao Yang.
“About Gu Weijing’s solo exhibition.”
The woman asked calmly, "Does a senior like Mr. Yang, who is experienced and steady enough, have any good suggestions? You said when you came in that Gu Weijing was in trouble."
"I think Mr. Yang should have figured out something."
Oh no.
As soon as I dozed off, someone brought me a pillow. It was a godsend. Old Yang looked at little Gu with a squinting look, he couldn't believe that he was the grandson of such a carefree and unrestrained master like Old Gu. He was stupid and unintelligent. He had laid the groundwork so well at the beginning, but this guy was talking nonsense?
Not enough emotional intelligence.
Read "Romance of the Three Kingdoms".
When encountering such a situation, young people should learn more from Liu Qi. When Brother Yang said, "Brother Gu, you are in trouble," he threw himself to the ground and hugged his thighs, "Please save me, sir!"
At least he should learn from his cousin Big Ear Liu Bei when he was young, crying like this, with red eyes, kneeling and begging Brother Yang to come out of seclusion, not for personal gain, but for the people of the art world!
He kept saying "ward pair" like this.
Directly do it!
How satisfying it is! Young people need to learn more about providing emotional value to others.
I didn't expect that Miss Elena could understand the music so well.
"I got the contract you signed with the Ma Shi Gallery from your grandfather. It looks loose, but it's actually a Trojan Horse. There's a trap in this gift."
Old Yang spoke.
"I agree." Anna nodded.
"First of all, the time is too tight..." Old Yang had seen through the truth of the matter: "How many paintings can you draw in nine months? I heard you and Mr. Cao talking about the works to be exhibited. I heard that the work about time was suggested by Miss Elena. It's really good."
Yang Dekang looked at Anna.
Another lick.
Anna had a blank expression.
"He still has only one painting."
"Yes, it's just one painting. Can you put together 25 works for a standard small gallery art exhibition? This is just a gallery exhibition, but the Louvre Abu Dhabi can be considered a world-class art museum. It can even hold top-level exhibitions."
“Massi III did not agree with you on the scale of the exhibition, but the time limit means that this is a very, very small mini exhibition. The gallery will say that the venue has been provided to you, but it’s your fault that you don’t have the ability to do so.”
"That's right." Anna nodded.
"In the coming year, time will be extremely tight. Do you know how much effort it takes to hold an exhibition in a large art gallery? The preparation for such an exhibition takes at least three years, and sometimes even five to ten years. Cézanne waited 56 years for his first solo exhibition. He waited 56 years for this opportunity. You are much earlier than him and much luckier than him, which also means that you will be very inexperienced. A solo exhibition is not just about sending the work to a curator. There must be a main line, a theme, and even a set of narrative logic from beginning to end."
"well said."
Miss Elena continued to offer encouragement and affirmation.
Ghost Rider was given a buff, and the passionate glow on his body became even brighter.
"Right? Have you ever thought about this question?"
"A major exhibition in a top museum is only nine months away from opening. Normally, some major exhibitions would have already produced trailers for the media, but you only have one painting now... No, not a painting, just an idea."
Old Yang’s words were earnest and meaningful.
"Brother Gu, I'm not trying to scare you, Brother Yang, the appointment looks good, but the timing is problematic at first glance."
"I agree."
Anna echoed.
The Ghost Rider in Lao Yang's mind was so happy that he somersaulted on his horse.
"Listen to Lao Yang's advice. You have to be tough with the Ma Shi Gallery. It's best to express your hope to postpone the exhibition. This will definitely be a good thing for you." Brother Yang nodded. "Don't listen to those people's nonsense. Only those who really care about you and have real long-term plans for you will make such suggestions to you."
"Yes, that makes sense," Anna said.
Cool!
Lao Yang never thought that Miss Elena would be someone who could provide you with such emotional value.
He thought it was great that Anna could stay here.
"You don't need a hasty little exhibition. The media won't treat you as a newcomer. You are also a contracted painter of the Ma Shi Gallery, and you are also holding an exhibition in the Louvre Abu Dhabi. The media will naturally and rightfully compare you with Deckard Anlun. Do you have room for compromise?"
"No," Anna agreed.
"The enemy!"
Brother Yang snapped his fingers.
"Remember, you are not going to be the second Dake Anlun. It is normal that the scale and influence of the exhibition are not as good as Dake Anlun, but you must not lose miserably without any highlights. You cannot give the critics the feeling that you are being trampled under the feet of Dake Anlun. If we lose, we have to lose standing up, not on our knees, right? At least you have to let Dake Anlun and Mashi III know that you are not going to be Dake Anlun's little brother to do odd jobs."
"The Ma Shi Gallery says that it has few resources, but it definitely has a lot of resources. Any branch of a gallery may have an operating cost of tens of millions a year. If this amount of money is given to one person, it can easily become a top-notch gallery. They say that they have a lot of resources, but the competition for ecological niches among everyone is very cruel..."
……
“Some things, if you give them up once, people will take it for granted.”
"You have to act tough, cool and tough."
Yang Dekang raised his chin, indicating that the cool and tough man was standing in front of Gu Weijing.
"Moreover, the actual operation of an art exhibition is very, very, very complicated. Just looking at the way the works are hung, the most traditional and classic methods include double-row hanging and salon-style hanging..."
"..."
Old Yang saw that the groundwork was almost complete.
Finally said.
"Look, I've told you so much, and you've learned so much. Don't you think you have too many things to worry about?"
"Do not."
Anna replied. "He needs to understand, but he doesn't need to worry about it."
Old Yang glanced at Anna and smiled.
Don't rush to answer this one.
It ruined the dramatic effect he created.
"The enemy."
Old Yang still nodded.
“You only have nine months to prepare, maybe only half a year. You must have a comprehensive understanding of the exhibition, and you also need to put forward your own opinions. But if you spend all your time on the phone with sponsors, how can you think about your own exhibition? Even Ma Shi III would not want you to worry about these things. Believe me, as one of the top art promoters, Ma Shi Gallery must be very professional.”
"They will have a very professional team," said Anna.
"Yes. But if everything obeys the orders of Mars III instead of yours, is it still your exhibition?"
"No." Miss Elena replied.
"Yes."
Lao Yang nodded. "Including agents, the Ma Shi Gallery will also provide you with very experienced agents. To be honest, I believe they must be very professional and responsible. The question is... can you guarantee that they are responsible for you, not for the gallery?"
“When you need to argue with the gallery to express your attitude, will they bang their hands on the table to argue for you?”
Old Yang twisted his mouth.
"Brother Yang, thank you so much, but--" Gu Weijing couldn't help it anymore.
"Be quiet and listen to Brother Yang." Old Yang shook his finger, telling Gu Weijing to shut up. "But - you may be hoping for the best, thinking that if things don't work out, you can just argue on your own. That's not the case. Marcel III is a wealthy man anyway. It's not that he despises you, but... there are some things that, unless you really don't want to stay in the gallery anymore, if you slam the table and argue with the gallery owner in person, there will be no room for maneuver."
(End of this chapter)
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