Back to 80: My literary life.

Chapter 890: Organizing a Calligraphy and Painting Exhibition

Fang Minghua looked at it carefully for a while and returned it to Phillips before saying, "You can decide on the investment in gold and bonds. As for stocks, the focus is on Nvidia, you can continue to increase your holdings, and forget about holding the others."

"NVIDIA" Philip was stunned. Pus looked at the information in his hand.

Apart from NetEase, Nvidia has the smallest market cap among the other stocks, with only 3500 million shares. It is also the only stock that has suffered a floating loss since the start of building a position last year!
"Mr. Fang, I need to explain to you about NVIDIA. Although the Nasdaq stock market crashed in 2000, NVIDIA's stock price remained relatively strong. This is because in 99, the company launched the world's first fully functional GPU that truly replaced CPU rendering - GeForce 256. In 2000, it acquired the former graphics card leader 3dfx, won orders for Sony PS3, and reached a cross-licensing agreement with Intel, so its stock price reached $70 last year, but..."

At this point, Phillips emphasized, "At the beginning of this year, the cooperation with Microsoft Xbox failed. Nvidia's first-half financial report showed that its revenue was less than half of expectations, causing its stock price to plummet from $70 to $7. The outside world was not optimistic about it, but you?"

"Others are not optimistic, but I am optimistic. Let's continue to increase our holdings."

Phillips naturally carried out the boss's order unconditionally, so he asked again: "Okay, Mr. Fang, how much do you want to increase your position to?"

“20%, and then hold on to it.”

20%? !
Isn't this the same as Amazon?

"Okay, that's it, have some tea." After saying that, Fang Minghua picked up the teacup.

Oriental hospitality!

Phillips immediately understood that this was Fang Minghua's indication that the conversation was over for the day and he could leave!

"Then Mr. Fang, I will sort out the detailed information of all the projects you invested in and send it to your email. If you have any questions, please call me, or I will come and explain it to you in person. I'm leaving now."

After saying this, Phillips stood up, but suddenly he thought of something and sat down again.

"Mr. Fang, I have another suggestion. It would be better to set up an investment company to manage your investments instead of acting as a natural person. This is more formal, can legally avoid taxes, and is less likely to get into legal disputes."

"Okay." Fang Minghua nodded: "You will be in charge of the specific planning of this. You are also the president of my investment company."

"I will definitely do it well!" Phillips was overjoyed. This was exactly what he had dreamed of.

After seeing Phillips off, Fang Minghua slowly walked downstairs and walked to the shed under the shade of a tree not far away.

"Minghua, have you finished your business?" Liu Xiaoli greeted with a smile.

She knew Phillips. It was Phillips who helped her buy the villa in Los Angeles. She also knew that he was Fang Minghua's financial advisor.

Fang Minghua nodded.

"So fast?" Liu Xiaoli carefully discovered that Phillips had only been in the villa for more than half an hour.

"What is there to talk about? I don't understand investment." Fang Minghua said with a smile.

do not know?

According to public information, your personal assets are also more than 1 billion US dollars, right? And when I chatted with Li Li, from her tone, your assets are far more than that.

This is called not understanding investment?!
Of course, Liu Xiaoli did not refute or ask about the content in detail. After all, she was just an outsider, and these topics were very taboo.

However, she knew some inside information.

She once asked Li Li about it, but Li Li was vague and only said that in addition to the royalties, the dividends from the publishing house and his friends' American companies, Fang Minghua mainly made some money by buying stocks.

When asked what stocks Fang Minghua bought, Li Li also mentioned several, such as Amazon, Microsoft, Nvidia, and Apple. So she also invested more than 6 million and secretly bought some.

Of course, she didn't tell anyone about this, not even her daughter knew.

Liu Xiaoli and her daughter flew back to Los Angeles the next afternoon. They will continue to San Francisco on the next weekend, where Liu Yifei will participate in Fang Rui's rehearsal for the official performance of the drama.

Two days later, the box of paintings and calligraphy finally arrived in San Francisco via air consignment. Fang Minghua asked his housekeeper Aini to prepare a pickup truck to pull the box to the manor and carefully put it in a dry storage room. The next step was to prepare for the exhibition. Li Li had already contacted the San Francisco Museum of Fine Arts, and this time Fang Minghua drove Li Li to the San Francisco Museum of Fine Arts in person.

The Fine Arts Museum of San Francisco was opened in 1935 by Dr. Grace Morley. Its original location was in the Veterans Building at the Civic Center. In 1994, a new art museum was built at a cost of $ million and is now located on the bay.

When Fang Minghua arrived by car, he saw the Golden Gate Bridge in the distance. The art museum is a red building with a strong Arabic architectural style, especially the central cylindrical glass structure, which is very magnificent.

They were received by a middle-aged man in his forties, the deputy curator named Peter, who told Fang Minghua that the exhibition hall was in Hall 3 on the second floor. Fang Minghua went over to take a look and found that the exhibition hall was very spacious, more than enough to display more than paintings and calligraphy.

"Mr. Fang, Ms. Li, you don't have to worry about security issues when exhibiting here. The art museum has been open for decades and there has not been a single theft case," said Pete.

Fang Minghua nodded.

It's really good, but the venue rental fee is also very expensive.

The entire exhibition is scheduled to last for a week, and the venue rental fee is US$10,000 per day.

After both parties signed the contract, Fang Minghua called Aini to have the calligraphy and paintings delivered. As for the specific layout of the exhibition hall, it was left to the professional staff of the art museum, and Fang Minghua did not get involved.

After paying part of the deposit, Peter smiled and said, "Mr. Fang, our art gallery has a large flow of visitors, and there are tourists visiting every day. This will ensure that your exhibition will be seen by more people. Of course, you can take certain measures to increase the awareness of the exhibition."

It's like advertising for yourself.
Fang Minghua naturally understood and nodded.

After coming out of the art gallery, Fang Minghua drove the car, and Li Li sat in the passenger seat. She said to Fang Minghua, "Minghua, tomorrow night is Lei Dawen's wife's birthday party. Are you going or not?"

"Go ahead." Fang Minghua sighed.

Although he hated this kind of socializing, Lei Dawen was one of his few friends in San Francisco after all, and from the look in Li Li's eyes, it was obvious that she wanted him to go with her.

"Okay, bring Xinxin with you tomorrow."

Lei Dawen's family lives in the famous Beverly Hills, which is another wealthy area in San Francisco and is actually a town. After the driver drove the Mercedes-Benz into Lei Dawen's manor, Fang Minghua and Li Li took their daughter out of the car and saw Lei Dawen and his wife waiting at the gate of the villa.

"Hello, Mr. Fang." Lei Dawen took the initiative to come forward and shake hands: "Will you stay a few more days in the United States this time?"

"Of course. If Mr. Fang is in a hurry to leave, Mrs. Li won't agree, right? Lili?" The speaker was Lei Dawen's wife, Lisa, who interrupted with a smile.

Hearing such a joke, Li Li felt a little hot on her face. She didn't know what to say and just smiled.

Lisa's birthday party was Western style, actually just a cocktail party, with everyone chatting casually in the hall with their glasses raised.

Except for Zhang Qing, another friend of Fang Minghua, Fang Minghua basically didn't know anyone else. However, Lei Dawen still introduced him to a few of them. Fang Minghua found that they were basically celebrities in the legal and financial circles, and were considered upper-class people in San Francisco.

Lei Dawen was busy with social engagements, and Fang Minghua didn't like chatting with strangers. He basically just chatted with Zhang Qing while drinking. Fang Minghua said that he came to San Francisco this time to prepare for the establishment of the Confucius Institute, and he brought a batch of calligraphy and paintings that he wanted to donate to the Confucius Institute, and he was also planning to hold a calligraphy and painting exhibition.

Zhang Qing said as soon as he heard it: "Holding a calligraphy and painting exhibition? That's a good thing. There are many Chinese in San Francisco who like traditional Chinese calligraphy and painting very much. Some foreigners are also interested in Chinese culture. Minghua, have you done any promotion?"

"Not yet. We just signed the contract with the art museum today and confirmed the exhibition time." Fang Minghua shook his head.

"Necessary publicity should still be done. Even good wine needs no bush. But I suggest you find a professional advertising company. They have a mature plan for promoting poster exhibitions," Zhang Qing suggested.

"Well, Zhang Qing, do you know any advertising company?" Fang Minghua asked.

"I don't have any that I'm familiar with, but Lei Dawen does." After saying that, Zhang Qing waved to Lei Dawen who was talking to someone not far away.

"Daven, come here, Minghua has something to tell you."

(End of this chapter)