Completely as an artist, without the identity he had when he became famous. That is: I don’t have much money, but I am an artist and I have to maintain my identity and be decent, so I have two sets of clothes that I can wear in my possessions.
Needless to say, Fan Keqin, a man just needs two suits. One set is navy blue and one set is all black.
Huazhang's clothes are a ladies' dress, which is fine for attending some formal events or for performing on stage. There is also a set of long windbreakers for women.
But the devil is in the details. Except for the rings on their hands, Hua Zhang has no jewelry at all. This detail fully reflects the setting that Hua Zhang, a singer with a golden voice and potential, was attracted by Fan Keqin's talent and was willing to endure hardships with him.
Why are some artists' works so valuable? What a story. For example, I believe that most people in the world think the paintings of Picasso, Van Gogh, and Monet are okay. But they know that their paintings are valuable. Why?
Do the vast majority of people really care about their work? no. But why did they become so famous and their works become more and more valuable later on? It is because people from later generations took the initiative to develop the stories of these people when they were alive. What the other person is like in his life, how awesome his paintings are, but what kind of life he lives. It wasn't until after their death that people really noticed the value of their works...
To put it bluntly, their works rely on stories. If they don’t have stories, they are nothing. I can draw better than the average person, but I just want to draw well. Just be good, so what? Who cares who you are. For example, take Van Gogh. He lived an ordinary life, without sadness or joy, just like ordinary people. Then I drew a picture. So are his paintings still valuable? The answer is, it depends on whether some people want him to have it or not. If you want his paintings to be valuable, then make up stories. What a simple thing. Make it up as hard as you can, as long as it doesn't make it into fantasy or immortality. If no one does this, then even if he is Van Gogh, no matter how good his paintings are, his works are still worthless.
Don’t say this is art! It's not measured by money, it's too vulgar for you to say that! !
Brother, if it wasn't for money, you would just paint your own painting at home. It's useless to sell it. Why should others collect your paintings? Because they think it is an investment and valuable. If it's worthless, do you think anyone would really be willing to pay you a favor? Of course, this may seem a bit extreme, but who doesn’t want their paintings to be more valuable? Stand up and let me take a look.
After discussing their settings with Hua Zhang, the two of them set off for Shanghai under the cover of a city-wide manhunt.
Of course, making up stories is just a way to hide your identity better, just in case. It would be better if there was no need for this convenience, and it would be like making up a story in vain. But it's good that they can achieve their goals.
After changing boats, going ashore to replenish supplies, and then rushing on the road, the two finally arrived in Shanghai on this day. Two people were standing on Class A of a passenger ship, preparing to disembark just like the other passengers around them.
It was at this time that Fan Keqin felt that the current situation in Shanghai was a little different from when he came before. Because the ship has not yet docked at the dock. I saw a lot of people patrolling back and forth on the ferry. This is a clear and visible threat.
However, Fan Keqin and Hua Zhang also conducted analysis before coming. Because Shanghai was rebuilt on the 76th at this time, with the cooperation of the Ministry of Industry Bureau Police Department, the Gendarmerie, etc., several important military strongholds had just been destroyed. Chen Gongshu also rebelled and surrendered to the enemy. This boy knew Juntong and Dai Yunong very well, and he knew that there would be revenge. Therefore, it is not surprising that some inspections should be strengthened.
When the ship docked at the dock, Fan Keqin had determined that these measures and methods, training, inspections, etc. were not for himself and Hua Zhang. Although the degree of strictness was relatively high, this kind of strictness was for everyone. All like this. That is to say, it definitely does not have a very precise target.
Since it was not directed at the two of them, it meant that there was no leakage of secrets about his and Hua Zhang's actions this time. Originally, Fan Keqin and others were indeed very well prepared. In this way, the two of them were too nervous. Holding hands openly, like a normal young couple, they came to the shore and lined up to wait for inspection.
When there were still a few people in front, Fan Keqin noticed that the checkpoint at the Shanghai pier had indeed undergone different changes. Because they not only have to check their belongings, but also have to do some questioning. Some have even been registered.
When it was Fan Keqin and Hua Zhang's turn, they opened the box cooperatively and handed over their certificates. The certificate is so authentic that there is nothing wrong with it. But the pseudo-government police officer who inspected swept Fan Keqin's long hair, looked at Hua Zhang, and muttered in a low voice: "It's not difficult to be a woman." Then he focused on Fan Keqin and asked: "You What are you doing in Shanghai?"
"Career development." Fan Keqin said, "I also want to live here."
"Hmm." The pseudo-government police officer who checked closed his ID card, looked through his luggage, and found nothing suspicious, then asked, "What are you doing?"
"Art practitioners, songwriters." Fan Keqin said: "Does the boss know what music or art companies there are in Shanghai?"
"Hey, let me tell you, he turns out to be an artist." The pseudo-government police officer returned the IDs to the two of them, but said without answering the question: "Okay, let's go over."
"Thank you." Fan Keqin said and quickly packed the suitcase. Walk forward with Hua Zhang.
"Wait a minute!" Before they had even taken two steps, the pseudo-government police officer behind them immediately stopped them.
Fan Keqin didn't panic at all. He and Huazhang stopped, turned around and said, "Boss, are you calling us?"
"Does the celebrity company know?" the fake police officer said: "The big star Hu Die is from this company. If you are really talented, you can try it."
"Hey, thank you, boss." Fan Keqin nodded.
In fact, we must admit that no matter what era it was, intellectuals would always be looked down upon wherever they went. Although Fan Keqin pretends to be an artist, he is still a kind of cultural person. That's why this fake police officer said one more thing.
Walked out of the pier and onto the street. Fan Keqin and Hua Zhang looked at each other and smiled. Hua Zhang whispered: "Just follow the plan?"
