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    Miles next to him also nodded after listening to Mike's words: "Well, it should be promoted more. I saw these works today and I think they are very good and have a lot of feeling."  As he spoke, Miles raised his hand and gestured lightly in front of him.

    "Then Anzi's palace will be waiting for you." Wang Fan smiled: "There are only eleven people willing to sign with us. How long do you think they want to talk? I'm afraid they will spend their whole lives in Anzi's palace."  .

    Mike smiled and said, "What's wrong with that? It's better than many painters living in poverty all their lives and only being accepted by the world after they die. At least they have a stable income now."

    Ju An laughed twice after listening to Mike's words, then reached out and patted Mike's shoulder gently twice: "What Mike said was really good, and it immediately raised my spirit level. Such a move  I suddenly felt like I was the Medici of China."

    Wang Fan held his chest and coughed a few times after hearing this: "Mike just raised you up a little, but you really feel that you have put yourself in the Medici category. You know how to write the word "disgraceful".  As he spoke, he opened his mouth and made two embarrassing mouth gestures to Ju An.

    "Why don't you know? If you have nothing to do, I'll take a look and you'll know what the word "disgraceful" means." Ju An looked at Wang Fan and replied with a smile.

    Mike watched the two people start to bicker, stood up, and then said to Zhao Qifeng: "Go back, there are a lot of things to be busy with tomorrow, I will go back to rest."  After speaking, he turned to look at Ju An and Wang Fan and said, "Don't ask me to eat at night."

    Ju An nodded after hearing this and watched Mike and Zhao Qifeng walking towards the door. Miles and Wang Fan also stood up.  He waved his hand to Ju An.  Followed out.

    Early the next morning.  The four people from Ju An arrived at the gallery. The entire gallery had already begun to be decorated. There were also people from the provincial and municipal TV stations. Even outside the gate were colorful flags. However, we were not lucky today. The weather was gloomy early in the morning.  It's raining a little now, so the first floor of the gallery is big enough.  It was also spacious enough that the awards ceremony was moved indoors.

    It was around nine o'clock when Zhao Qifeng received a call. Someone informed him that the leader's motorcade had arrived. Of course, investors Ju An and Wang Fan had to go to the door to welcome the leaders.

    Standing at the gate, I watched two police motorcycles clear the way, followed by several Audis, and filed into the gallery gate.  Looking at the reporters and cameramen who were busy in the light rain, an Audi in the middle of the motorcade stopped steadily at the door, and the person sitting in the passenger seat quickly got out of the car.  He opened the umbrella and opened the car door at the back. He saw a man in his fifties or sixties.  The slightly bald leader got out of the car.

    Ju An and Wang Fan walked two steps and shook hands with the leaders one by one. Ju An said: "Welcome to the gallery's awards ceremony."

    The leader glanced at Ju An and said, "Well, you guys are doing a great job."  After gently shaking Ju An's hand, he took out his hand and stretched it out towards Wang Fan. He stopped in mid-air and waited for Wang Fan to reach out.

    The four of them just stood at the door, shaking hands with the leaders who were filing in one by one, and saying useless welcomes.

    The award ceremony is not just the same old routine. The main thing is to highlight the leadership. Well, there are also the two white faces Mike and Miles. They encourage young painters to contribute to spiritual civilization. They are all clich¨¦s.  thing.

    It was not until noon that the prizes were distributed. The leaders did not stay to eat, but left in their cars. Reporters and others suddenly disappeared. Those who had received the prizes but did not sign contracts also left the gallery.  The gallery's employees and eleven of the gallery's first contracted painters remain.

    After seeing off the leader, Ju An walked back to the door. When he looked up, he saw the arrogant painter standing at the door yesterday, still looking at Ju An with a nonchalant look.

    "Is there anything else?" Zhao Qifeng asked this person.

    This person shook his head at Zhao Qifeng, then stretched out his hand to point at Ju An and said, "I have something I want to ask him."

    Ju An smiled and said, "What's the matter? Let's talk about it inside."

    This person shook his head: "That's it. I just want to ask you, is this ranking a bit unfair? You are the boss. Maybe you are dissatisfied with what I said yesterday or for some reason. I think I draw the best here.  , should be first.¡±

    Hearing this, Ju An was stunned for a moment. Isn¡¯t this person a bit ignorant? When it comes to art, you have to be number one. I also think Picasso¡¯s paintings are not as good as his own daughter Nini.

    Looking at the 250 in front of him with squinting eyes and folded arms looking at him, Ju An didn't even bother to get angry and laughed twice: "First of all??'s painter has not signed a contract with the gallery, so your idea does not hold true. Also, I think your painting is good, but the judges decide the ranking, and none of us have any interference. It is entirely up to the judges themselves.  If you don¡¯t believe these judges, why did you submit the article in the first place?  If you say so, the first to second prizes should all be signed by the gallery."

    "How can the judges you hired with money ignore your opinions?" This 250-year-old is really out of his mind and still doesn't believe Ju An's explanation.

    Ju An smiled: "Then let me tell you clearly! I don't care who wins what award this time. I only care about how many people signed contracts with the gallery this time. As for what you said, I will put you in the third place."  While waiting for the prize, I could only laugh twice."

    "I want to check the judges' votes. This should be fine!" Erbaiwu continued to say to Ju An.

    Before he finished speaking, Wang Fan next to him laughed: "Boy! Do you really think you are a person? The entire award process is fair and impartial by the notary. You can check the votes if you want? Everyone comes.  If the impartiality of the vote checking is doubted, we will not do any work except serving people like you."

    "Since it's notarized, why are you afraid of me checking the ticket?"

    Ju An got a little angry after hearing this: "If you want to check the tickets, go to the court and apply. Then the judge will have whatever he wants. You can do whatever you want. To be honest, in front of the four of us, you are really  Not qualified! Don¡¯t say you are not qualified now. Even if you reach the level of Picasso and Dali, I can still stop you. Do you know why I don¡¯t do anything? It¡¯s very simple! You are not worthy of me doing this, don¡¯t you understand?  I said you don¡¯t deserve to understand now!¡±.

    "You seem to be very awesome. You just have two bad guys. I don't know how you got here by deceit." Erbaiwu looked at Ju An and said with disdain.

    Wang Fan immediately wanted to walk over after hearing this. Ju An quickly grabbed Wang Fan's arm, turned to Erbai Wu and said, "I won't bother you to worry about whether my money stinks or not."  After saying that, Ju An walked directly in front of the two hundred and fifty-year-old man.

    Hearing this two hundred and five muttered, Ju An was not even interested in turning his head back. It was obvious that his brain was burned out. With such a personality, he still wants to sign a contract with a gallery?  Who can tolerate your temper? If you are famous, that's all. The gallery won't care about you for the sake of money. If you don't even have such a reputation, who should tolerate your fucking temper?

    "You look so self-righteous, so good at thinking, why don't you comment on the news?"  Do you think this is a beauty pageant? In the end, the top three are all crooked, and they are either related to each other. It doesn¡¯t matter, just go into the room with the judges. In the end, I can give you an explanation. The top three are internal shows.  The good thing is that you just don¡¯t know.

    Zhao Qifeng, along with Ju An Myers and four other young people who had signed contracts with the gallery, met with them. Everyone sat down in a conference room, and Mike spoke, announcing a series of plans for the gallery.  The key point, of course, is that there will be a New York gallery exhibition next spring in the middle of next month. During the New York period, the contracted painters will also be organized to go to the museum. Next summer, everyone can also live in Ju'an's palace for a month. Anyway, where is it?  The courtyard is almost done, so let these people go and collect the scenery.

    They are all young people in their twenties. They are very happy to hear that they can go to New York to hold an exhibition, and it is all at public expense. They basically don¡¯t have to pay a penny of their own. Eleven heads chatted with each other enthusiastically.

    The meeting naturally ended with the signing of the contract. Zhao Qifeng put away the first batch of contracts for the gallery. In addition to the bonus, checks were handed out to these people one by one. From then on, Zhao Qifeng would lead these young people.  Go pick your own studio.

    The four Ju Ans went out to eat. When they came back from the meal, they saw that someone had bought all the furniture impatiently. People from the furniture company were helping a young painter move things into his studio.  What kind of big bed, desk, etc.

    Ju An glanced at it and turned to Wang Fan and said: "This time, this scene makes me happy!".

    Just at this time, Zhao Qifeng came over, heard Ju An's words and said with a smile: "I am impatient. Someone else's furniture will be delivered soon. I want to treat them to dinner, but they don't even have time to wave their money and run away."  Went to Furniture City."

    Wang Fan and the others laughed after hearing this and entered the office. Ju An looked out the window for a while, and sure enough, another furniture company came to deliver furniture.

    In the evening, Ju An, Miles, and Wang Fan were preparing to return to the United States. Wang Fan answered the phone. After listening, he said to Ju An, Miles, and Wang Fan: "That person really went to court to sue the gallery.  Come on, how advanced does this person need to be to be able to do this?"

    ¡°If you want to litigate, let him"Well, maybe our lawyer can take back the bonus paid to him, which can also slightly reduce our losses this time." Miles reached out and patted the armrest of the chair and said with a smile.

    Ju An and Wang Fan both laughed after hearing this. The matter of the lawsuit was naturally left to Wang Fan. Without further ado, Wang Fan directly called a lawyer and then followed some people to make a few calls.  , this lawsuit is not difficult at all. For something as idealistic as whether a painting is good or not, the main preference lies with the judges. If the judges like it, then you are good. If they don¡¯t like you, then you are bad. How can you sue?
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