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    Nini's relationship is relatively stable. It has lasted for a week or two and there is no sign of breaking up, which makes Ju An very disappointed from the bottom of his heart. However, Ju An has no time to wait any longer. The competition held by domestic galleries has closed the deadline for submissions.  , and some shortlisted works have been selected, and a total of fifty-four young painters under the age of thirty have been selected.  In the next few days, these painters will go to Jiangnan for the final selection, and prizes will be distributed according to the rankings. Of course, some of the country's biggest names will also come to Jiangnan to watch these juniors paint on the spot.

    Following Miles, the two of them took a plane and flew to Jiangnan. As for Mike and Wang Fan, they had already arrived first. Mike took a job while resting in New York. After the competition, some young artists signed contracts with galleries.  Some of our paintings will be exhibited in galleries in New York. As for those who are unwilling to sign the contract, of course they can do whatever they want with the bonuses.  You are not a contracted artist with the gallery, but you still expect the gallery to help you promote it?  In Mike's words, it's called letting more people know the gallery's contracted painters; in Wang Fan's words, it's packaging, and in Ju An's words, it's hype.

    After getting off the plane in Jiangnan, Zhao Qifeng brought Ju An and Miles to the hotel with his car. The entire five-star hotel in the city center was rented out by the gallery. The big names from the judges live here. As for the finalists  The young painters were staying in a hotel close to the gallery, which was the hotel where there was a lot of trouble last time. The hotel belonged to the district mayor's brother-in-law. The entire hotel had been booked for two weeks.

    Arriving at the hotel where the big names were staying, Ju An looked up and saw a banner hanging in the atrium, welcoming the judges of Fanjing Gallery to stay in the hotel.  Wang Fan and Mike were standing under the banner chatting with a big-name judge from Jiangnan.  When he saw Zhao Qifeng walking in with Ju An and Miles, he waved to them.

    After exchanging pleasantries with the Jiangnan judges, Zhao Qifeng took Ju An upstairs and put down their luggage. Ju An and Wang Fan began to visit the judges together.  Then of course it¡¯s the old-fashioned thing of treating guests to dinner.

    Early the next morning, several shareholders from Ju An rushed to the gallery in a bus with the judges.  Nowadays, the gallery is no longer empty of people as when we first came here. The employees recruited are all wearing suits and skirts, which still looks a bit cool.

    We followed the big names into the exhibition hall. More than fifty paintings only occupied a small corner. When the big names entered the exhibition hall, they began to comment on the paintings hanging on the wall.

    Ju An couldn¡¯t get a word in as he followed behind, but Wang Fan followed behind.  Having some basic knowledge allowed me to chat with the experts. Miles and Mike were also chatting while looking at the meticulous paintings on the wall.  Ju An had to look around alone.

    The rules of the gallery¡¯s selection are that more than a dozen judges will score separately, and it is enough to write down one first prize winner and ten second prize winners.  The rest, as long as the painting is not ghostwritten, will be awarded third prize.

    There were not only judges in the exhibition hall, but also painters participating in the competition. Ju An walked around and stopped in front of a painting. After looking at it for a while, a man came over and asked, "What do you think of my painting?"

    Upon hearing this, Ju An turned his head and looked at the man next to him, with a beard on his chin.  There was a small braid on the back of his head, black-rimmed glasses on his face, a torn T-shirt, and the pockets on his pants could almost open a grocery store.  He didn't know whether the pants were brown or gray, and he was wearing large brown leather shoes. Ju An looked at them and thought to himself: This is the artist in my buddy's eyes.  He looked carefree, and his legs were shaking like a cramp just standing in this posture.

    "How do I know whether it's good or bad? It's just a blind look. At most, I can tell whether it looks like it or not," Ju An said with a smile.

    The man nodded after hearing this: "I saw you coming in with them, and I thought you were studying art."  After saying that, he continued to look at his paintings on the wall.

    Ju An said to the artist: "What do you think of your painting?".

    After hearing what Ju An said, the man looked at Ju An with an expression like he was looking at an idiot: "It goes without saying that I am the best painter here. If the first prize is not mine, then there must be something shady."

    ¡°Congratulations first, you can sign a contract with the gallery,¡± Ju An said with a smile after hearing the artist¡¯s answer.  Never mind confidence or arrogance, having confidence is always a good thing.

    The young artist shook his head at Ju An and said: "I will not sign with this gallery! The newly opened gallery has no successful examples and has little experience in domestic operations."

    "Are you a signed gallery?" Ju looked at this person and asked.

    The young painter shook his head: "No, no one has discovered my talent before, but I believe I will be able to sign a contract with a gallery soon. After I was shortlisted, several galleries talked to me about this matter, but the price  A bit inappropriate, but now there isThe results are expected soon." As he said this, the man had a proud smile on his face.

    After hearing what this man said, Ju An became entangled in his heart. This stall was too big and promoted so well that it became Tang Monk Meat in the eyes of others. They were all ready to take a spoonful of meat from their buddies' bowls and eat it.  These people also have other thoughts. It is true that the world is deteriorating and people's hearts are not as old as they used to be.

    After a while, he turned back again, and happened to see the strange and famous person in the capital looking at the paintings of the young painter. The young painter was still talking to the famous person casually, and said a few words, this big person  After listening to what this man said, he turned around and walked towards the painting next to him. The young artist glanced at the big shot and walked out of the exhibition hall unsteadily.

    Ju An walked up to the big shot and asked, "How did that person's painting look like just now?"

    "Apart from the so-called artist's temperament and arrogance, the level of painting is just average. There is nothing outstanding and nothing wrong." The big shot glanced at Ju An and said.

    Ju An gave it up after hearing this. He looked at the big shot holding the award paper with his hand behind his back, but there was no word on it. This weird old man hadn¡¯t chosen anyone yet.

    Nothing happened, so Ju An went straight out of the exhibition hall and headed to the front desk. Xiao Qin was now wearing professional attire, and he really looked like an urban white-collar worker. Moreover, according to Zhao Qifeng, he was now the supervisor of the front desk and had many subordinates.  There were two soldiers, and the three little girls stood up from their seats when they saw Ju An approaching. Ju An waved his hands to the two of them: "Find me a room upstairs. I'll go in and rest for a while."  ".

    "The partition doors upstairs are not locked, and there is no one on the north side," Xiao Qin said with a smile to Ju An.

    Ju An nodded after hearing this and walked upstairs. He found an unoccupied cubicle and sat down on a chair. He was not very jet-lagged and felt a little sleepy now.  Find a place to take a nap.

    More than fifty paintings are not a lot to say. After more than two hours, the judges ranked their own rankings. Zhao Qifeng started counting after receiving these votes. The person with the most votes will win the first prize.  .  By noon, the rankings were all out.

    After taking a nap, Ju An walked next to Wang Fan and asked Wang Fan, "Are the awards going to be given out in the afternoon?"

    Wang Fan shook his head and said: "No, the awards will have to be held until tomorrow morning. Then the deputy province in charge of culture will come to award the awards. We have done a good job in publicity. The competition is very influential. Of course, someone will come to take pictures of the news. In the afternoon  The main thing is to talk about signing contracts with these painters, Zhao Qifeng is already ready."

    Ju An nodded after hearing this. Anyway, he didn¡¯t have to worry about this matter and let them worry about it.

    Is there anything going on this afternoon?  Of course there is. The job of several gallery owners in Ju'an is to continue to accompany these big names to dinner. Fortunately, they are all cultural people. There is no drinking at the wine table, and everyone is very casual and not noisy. With these  It's called eating when people eat, Ju An thought happily as he picked up a meatball and put it in his mouth.

    When it was almost five o'clock in the afternoon, Zhao Qifeng arrived at Ju An's room. After a while, Mike and Miles also followed.

    ¡°The first prize winners are not willing to sign with us, the second prize winners are only three willing to sign with our gallery, and the third prize winners are eight,¡± Zhao Qifeng said, hanging his head.

    "Why are there only eleven?" Ju An asked, looking at the materials in his hand.  Even if you want to dance

    Zhao Qifeng said: "I'm not sure. Many of them are unwilling to sign a contract with us. They say that our gallery has nothing to offer and has no experience in operations."

    Ju An closed the folder, told Mike and others about what happened in the morning, and then said with a smile: "We are preparing to recruit young painters, who knows that others are plotting against us, too. Winning an award here is enough."  The bonus comes with reputation, which can be used as leverage when signing contracts with other galleries.¡±

    Wang Fan said with a smile: "Who is not a living thief now? You are only allowed to scheme against others, but others are not allowed to scheme against you. I think this many are good. After all, I still have eleven people in my hands."  Then he reached out and patted Zhao Qifeng on the shoulder: "Old Zhao did a good job."

    Wang Fan looked at Ju An with a dazed smile and said jokingly: "What bad idea are you thinking of? I told you that changing the ranking will not work! We agreed, but those old guys outside will not agree."

    "Am I so mean?" Ju An said with a smile after listening to Wang Fan's words: "I thought the money we gave was a lot. Who knew that less than a quarter of the people would be interested in it? When would the country  The art market is so prosperous, and all the young artists now come from wealthy backgrounds."

      "After eleven, there are only eleven. Now Mike feels relaxed. He was originally planning to go to the United States in two batches to do a few exhibitions, but he was surprised to save next spring." Wang Fan said with a smile: "You  Don¡¯t blame others. If you want to blame it, blame Zhao Qifeng for planning it so well that he flattered these people.¡±

    Mike shook his head gently: "We can't save the spring ones, let their new works go by then."  (To be continued)
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