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Chapter 540 You will suffer the consequences

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    "Where in the country are you from?" Fang Yi looked at the young man and asked. After asking, he laughed and added: "I forgot to ask your name."  "My name is Chen Dong!" The young man said his name to Fang Yi, and then said another place.  Fang Yi didn't know where Chen Dong came from, and Fang Yi was not a geography major. How could he possibly know about it in so many small counties in China.  Fang Yi said directly: "I'm sorry, I really don't know much about China." After that, he said mockingly: "Actually, I don't know many place names, either Chinese or foreign. Except for some particularly famous cities, I really don't know much about the rest.  You know, for example, if you ask what the capital of Argentina is, I don¡¯t know where it is!¡±  After hearing Fang Yi's words, Chen Dong couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. He didn't seem to expect that Fang Yi would say this, and a smile appeared on his face: "My hometown is a small county. Don't tell me you don't know. It's just in our country."  There are many people in this province who don¡¯t know where this is! There aren¡¯t many people in the small town either¡­¡±  When he talked about his hometown, Chen Dong seemed to talk a lot more. He followed Fang Yi and talked about things in his hometown for several minutes.  Fang Yi looked into Chen Dong's eyes, listened to Chen Dong's voice in his ears, and began to describe his hometown based on Chen Dong's words in his mind.  Usually at this time, Fang Yi can always feel the nostalgia of the Chinese people, as well as a kind of attachment and nostalgia for their hometown in their words. However, in Chen Dong's words, what Fang Yi touched was not such a thing, but something like this.  In a calm tone, Chen Dong talked about his hometown to Fang Yi, a foreigner, half of it good and half of it bad.  It's completely different from ordinary people who only say good things to others and don't remember the bad things.  This guy is very special!  Fang Yi couldn't help but make an evaluation of this young man in his heart.  Fang Yi didn't expect that what he said now was very special. He was really right. Liu Dong would be very special in the future, so special that he didn't expect it at all.  "By the way, can I ask you a question?" After hearing what Chen Dong said, Fang Yi asked a question.     "You say?".  Fang Yi didn¡¯t have anything to say.  Ask directly: "If you don't mind, how tall are you?".  Hearing Fang Yi ask this, Chen Dong's expression couldn't help but be startled, and then he opened his mouth and said: "One meter seventy-nine meters!" After saying that, he looked at Fang Yi with curiosity on his face.  As soon as Fang Yi heard that it was suitable, he explained to Chen Dong: "I need a model. It doesn't take a long time, as long as you make time to comeAre you interested?"  Fang Yi briefly talked about his affairs with Chen Dong, and then made his request.  "You want me to be a model for you?" Chen Dong pointed at his nose and asked Fang Yi, with a look of disbelief on his face.  "Is there anything strange about this?" Fang Yi couldn't help but ask.  "It's nothing strange, it's just that I'm not used to being a model for others. I only model for myself. I'm sorry, I can't agree to your request!" Chen Dong smiled at Fang Yi and said.  "That's such a pity!" Fang Yi could only sigh after hearing this.  After thinking about it for a while, I didn¡¯t know what to say next, so I had to stand up from the chair: ¡°Then my work is done, let¡¯s stop talking here!¡±.  Chen Dong nodded to Fang Yi and watched as Fang Yi turned around and turned his gaze to the cup in his hand.  He walked back to his table.  As soon as Fang Yi sat down, he heard his son Fang Nu asking himself: "Dad, what did you say to him in the past? You're back so soon!".  "Dad was rejected by others. He originally asked someone to be a model, but he was rejected by others." Fang Yi reached out and touched his son's head and said with a smile.  Fang Zuo heard nothing.  However, Wang Hanmo couldn't help but feel a little incredible after hearing this, and asked Fang Yi: "Teacher, does he study painting?"  The implication is that this person is not a painter, right? How could he refuse if he was not a model for Fang Yi?  What a great opportunity to build relationships.  Thinking of this, Wang Hanmo couldn't help but look in Chen Dong's direction, and had already defined him in his mind: that is, he is a fool!  Fang Yi smiled slightly after hearing this: "I don't want to do anything!".  Fang Yi didn't take this matter seriously. There were too many people with some temperament who studied art.  As the saying goes, one kind of rice can feed all kinds of people, and there will be all kinds of people in this world. ????????????? Then again, I can express my disdain for Dali, but wouldn¡¯t someone else express the same disdain for me?  This is for sure. Fang Yi can cite several examples of critics without even thinking about it.  As usual, Fang Yi stayed in the tavern for a while.?, and left with Wang Hanmo and his son.  Just as Fang Yi thought, he quickly found a young man from China in the Painter Village to be a model.  Of course, this person's behavior was exactly the opposite of Chen Dong's. As soon as Fang Yi walked over, this person's voice even trembled with excitement.  After explaining the time for him to come to the studio, Fang Yi was ready to return to his home.  ¡°Dad, let¡¯s go shopping, okay?¡± Fang Ruo didn¡¯t want to go back so soon.  For this kid, this kind of fun doesn't come every day. Going out for a walk is much more enjoyable than staying at home on one-third of an acre of land.  Hearing his father say that he wanted to go back, how could he agree, so he immediately shook his father's hand and begged.  Fang Yi didn¡¯t want to spoil his son¡¯s interest when he heard this. He immediately nodded and took his son¡¯s hand and walked towards the small square of the Painter Village.  The small square of the Painter Village is surrounded by small shops selling works. Some are self-operated by Buli artists, and some are agents of several painters selling their works here.  Of course, the objects for sale are not for the people in the village. Most of the villagers are artists. How much sales will there be? The main target is the tourists who come here to travel.  The name of the whole small square is called Little Square, but the scale is not small. Although it is not a regular square or round, the area and the distance between the small shops are not small. Unknowingly, it has already become a small square.  It has a bit of the flavor of Montmartre in Paris.  "Dad, look!" Fang Yi seemed to have seen something new. He shook Fang Yi's hand and pointed at the person about ten meters away.  Fang Yi followed his son's fingers and saw that it was him who met Liu Dong in the tavern. The young man was holding a work in his hand and talking to the owner of a small shop.  The conversation between the two ended quickly. The shop owner accepted the things in Liu Dong¡¯s hand, and then Liu Dong left.  Fang Yi was very interested in what Liu Dong handed over to the shop owner, so he took his son and Wang Hanmo towards the shop.  Arrive at the store.  As soon as Fang Yi looked up, he saw what Liu Dong had sent. After taking a look at it, he asked the shopkeeper, "Did the young man just paint this work himself?"  "Mr. Fang, you mean Liu?" The shop owner naturally knows Fang Yi, and it can be said that he does not have the reputation of people like Fang Yixima.  The Painter Village would not be so famous now. As soon as Fang Yi asked about the paintings hanging on the wall, he immediately opened his mouth and said.  Seeing Fang Yi nodding, the shopkeeper said: "Yes! It's Liu's work, although his works are not easy to sell! But fortunately, I have a sharp tongue and I have sold a few"  As he spoke, the shopkeeper complained with pride.  Fang Yi smiled after hearing this, and then turned his attention away from Liu Dong's works and looked at other things in the store.  To be honest, Liu Dong¡¯s paintings are good, but they are not realism or classicism, but something sandwiched between post-Impressionism and expressionism, although he has some ideas.  However, his ability to absorb the strengths of the two factions is obviously not particularly successful. It can be considered as a little bit special, but it really can't be considered as outstanding.  "Is such a thing worthy of being proud?" Fang Yi, who was concentrating on looking at the painting, did not hear the words whispered softly by his apprentice Wang Hanmo next to him.  Wang Hanmo was unhappy with Liu Dong, not just because Fang Yi was his teacher.  Moreover, Liu Dong has always been his idol. Of course, Liu Dong's behavior made the young Han Mo feel a little unhappy. When he saw Liu Dong's paintings turned out like this, his unhappiness naturally became amplified.  As for what the shop owner said about not being able to sell or make any money, that¡¯s nonsense. If he didn¡¯t make money, he wouldn¡¯t be able to accept the work.  And it still keeps collecting.  As a businessman, when the shop owner saw Fang Yi taking his eyes away from Liu Dong¡¯s works, he couldn¡¯t help but sigh in his heart: Fang Yi didn¡¯t like the work!  Seeing that Fang Yi didn¡¯t want to leave, the shop owner started chatting with Fang Yi word by word.  "Old Lewis next to me bought a painting for 40,000 US dollars. He originally wanted to make a fortune, but who knew" The shop owner leaned on his shelf and told Fang Yi interesting things.  Fang Yi smiled after hearing this.  After I finished looking at the painting, I turned around and went to the next house.  While waiting to be transferred to Lewis's store that the store owner mentioned, Fang Yi couldn't help but feel a little strange as soon as he entered the store, because there was a work hanging in his store that he had seen before, which was about helping Kerry.  The work I saw.  That is the work signed by Steven Ken Pylock.  As soon as he saw this piece of art, Fang Yi couldn't help but feel happy. This piece of love is really destined to him. Originally, it was in the hands of Kerry's friend, and Fang Yi was embarrassed to bid for it. But now that it's in this gallery, Fang Yi is so excited.  There's nothing to be embarrassed about.  Although this author is not very famous, Fang Yi always feels a little bit like where he is.?Seen.  As it was now, this thing that was spinning around came back again. Fang Yi felt that this thing should belong to him by nature.  "Mr. Fang is interested in this work?" The shop owner, the Lewis mentioned earlier, couldn't help but ask when he saw Fang Yi looking at the painting in his shop.  "How much is it?" Fang Yi was thoughtful and did not ask about the painting, but pointed to the work next to him and asked.  Sure enough, the store owner stretched out a finger to Fang Yi and said a little uncertainly: "One thousand dollars!".  "Pfft!" Fang Yi was so excited that he didn't choke himself to death. He looked at Lewis and said, "Then you can keep it and sell it slowly. I'm not interested anymore!"  After speaking, he looked at the shop owner and said to himself: "Do you think my money came from the strong wind? You sell these things to others for tens of dollars, the most expensive is a hundred dollars, but you sell them to me for a thousand dollars?"  ".  Fang Yi knew that these people's so-called agents were collecting paintings from artists in the village and selling them in this way.  Besides, there is no way the things on display here can be sold for any price.  Lewis didn¡¯t blush, he just looked at Fang Yi and said with a smile: ¡°The thing you like must be more expensive than others. Even if it is not expensive now, it will be expensive in the future, right?¡±  When Fang Yi said this, he could only smile bitterly: "Forget it, you should keep it and sell it to others!"  How dare Fang Yi mention the price of the painting now? He should leave it to Zou Heming to handle this matter after he returns.  Don't even look at the painting. The shopkeeper here sharpened his knife as soon as he saw his face, and he even gave a very justified reason for slaughtering himself!  Thinking of this, Fang Yi took Fang Yi and Wang Hanmo to go shopping for snacks here.  After playing in the Painter Village for more than an hour, the three of them went back.  As soon as he returned, Fang Yi told Zou Heming about this matter on the phone.  "Is it a big deal?" Zou Heming subconsciously had the same idea when he heard it, thinking that Fang Yi was going to miss it again.  Fang Yi said: "What a big deal! I just think that this person's paintings are good, and I want to save them to take a look and study when I have nothing to do! It's okay to tell you this, but I can make sense to others!"  Today I asked for a piece of work by a young man in the village, and the shop owner immediately bought it for me tenfold. If I hadn't bought it myself, would I still have used it?"  Fang Yi said angrily.  "Hahaha!" Zou Heming said after hearing this, "Does this count as your own fault?"  "Help me get this thing done soon!" Fang Yi said wordlessly and hung up the phone. Then he sat down and thought for a moment that he really meant something like this, and couldn't help but pat his head and smile bitterly.
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