After Qian Jiabao waved the beautiful waiter away, he first took them for a general stroll in the garden, and then took them into the club. 【Read the latest chapter】
This club and the Zunhuang Club are obviously two completely different styles, but just looking at the interior and exterior decoration, the tall and handsome male security guard, and the tall and beautiful waitress, it doesn't take much to tell that they have one thing in common. To use a very straightforward word to describe the consumption here, it is expensive; two words; very expensive; three words, very expensive.
As Fang Ye said just now, this is a place where you can sell a plate of vegetables that costs ten yuan outside for hundreds of yuan, and still make you feel that it is worth your money.
A landscape painting with a banner measuring two feet tall is hung on the wall facing the entrance in the lobby of the club. The whole picture fits the classical style decoration of the lobby very well, and also implies strong popularity and wealth.
Everyone else casually glanced at the landscape painting in the lobby and then started to look at other places. Only Zhao Jinyu walked in to appreciate it carefully.
"What do you think? It's not bad, right?" A rather complacent voice sounded from behind.
Zhao Jinyu shouted directly without turning around, "Brother Jiahao, you must have put a lot of thought into this painting." After saying that, he turned to look at Qian Jiahao behind him, "The mountains and rivers in the painting are like a cornucopia." , the metaphor is very good, after Brother Jiahao’s club opens, it will definitely make a lot of money!”
Everyone likes to hear good things. Qian Jiahao burst out laughing after hearing this, "Jin Yu still knows how to speak. After you said this, I, a big old man, no longer feel sad about spending more than one million to get this painting back. "
Big boss? Who dares to regard him as an uneducated and scheming old man? He is not yet forty years old, but he owns many restaurants and nightclubs, and he co-opened the Zunhuang Club, which is the most famous gold-selling cave in the entire southern capital. , and now this club is even more generous. It has not yet opened. Just by looking at the decoration management, you can predict the grand event in the future.
Several other people gathered around at this time. Fang Xiao looked at the signature on the side of the landscape painting and murmured, "The year of Yiyou in the lunar calendar seems to be 2005. Wow, it has only been a few years and it is so valuable?"
After listening to Fang Xiao's words, Zhao Jinyu guessed what she was thinking, "For many artists, the value of their works will increase significantly after their death, but this is not absolute. Now that the media network is so developed, Some good works of art are easily known to the public. The works of Mr. Shoto are currently very popular in the market. Last time I saw a six-foot landscape painting by him at an auction, it sold for nearly 200,000 yuan. The landscape painting of this size here is his only one currently on the market, and it can be bought for one million, which seems to be quite reasonable at the moment."
When Zhao Jinyu has nothing to do on Saturdays and Sundays in Kyoto, he likes to go to various art exhibitions. He has seen many works of modern painters. He has seen many artists with deeper skills than Mr. Liu, but in the current situation Prices in the art market are not satisfactory.
Although it is a little tacky to measure these works of art with money, artists also have to eat. Who doesn’t want their works to sell for high prices? However, there are countless talented calligraphers and painters who lack that opportunity and luck. Their works hang in galleries, and no one cares about them for a long time.
Like Mr. Songtao's paintings, Zhao Jinyu felt that the prices were somewhat overestimated, but the market prices had been hyped up, attracting a large number of investors to collect them in anticipation of appreciation. This pushed up the prices of his works, forming a A "virtuous" cycle, prices are likely to continue to rise in the short term.
Qian Jiahao came over to say hello and said a few words to them. Soon his assistant came over and asked him for advice on something. Before he left, he specially told them to let them wander around and invite them to try the dishes at noon, hoping that they could give their opinions.
Everyone followed Qian Jiabao to visit various rooms with different styles. After walking six or seven places, Fang Ye was unwilling to leave anymore. He said with a tired expression, "Fat man, I can't walk anymore. I'm right here." Lie down for a while, and you can take the others to watch slowly! Remember to call me when you are eating."
"Calling you for dinner? What a beautiful thought! You went out for robbery last night, didn't you mean that you had slept all the way in the car and are now so exhausted after just walking a few steps?" Fang Yubo asked with a smile.
"It's not robbery. It's finally a holiday. I've been playing games online every day these days. I didn't go to bed until after three o'clock yesterday. Fatty called me early this morning and woke me up." Fang Ye said and followed the trend. He sat down on the Taishi chair next to him, leaned back with his eyes half closed, and seemed to fall asleep immediately.
Zhao Jinyu looked at Fang Ye who clearly looked sleep deprived, and persuaded him again, "Even if it's a holiday, I should be a little more restrained. Sitting in front of the computer all day is not good for my health."
Then he said to Qian Jiabao, "Do you know which places have no suitable murals? Let's go to those places first, and then go shopping for others who are interested. I see that not only Fang Ye is tired, The others were starting to get a little bored too.”
Fang Yubo and others nodded. If the entire club were not divided into various rooms with different styles, at first glance, one would think it was the private garden of some aristocratic family. It is indeed high-end and classy.
However, except for Zhao Jinyu, who pays great attention to the calligraphy and paintings on the wall because of his own hobbies, and also prefers some classical things from China to read more carefully, the other people really don't have the artistic talent, including Qian. Garbo himself. At first I was quite interested because of the novelty, but soon the novelty almost disappeared. Now when I hear someone like him, I can’t help but nod.
Qian Jiabao nodded when he heard what he said, "That's good, I'll save you some trouble." He looked around subconsciously, and then lowered his voice and said, "Actually, I looked around and thought it was just like that, but these words don't matter. Don’t let my brother hear this. He put a lot of thought into decorating this place. If he knows that I say this, my pocket money will definitely shrink in the future.”
"Brother Jiahao," Zhao Jinyu suddenly called in the direction behind Qian Jiabao.
Qian Jiabao's body instantly became stiff, his mouth opened slightly and he slowly began to turn around. Before he could completely turn around, a burst of laughter broke out from the side.
Seeing everyone laughing like this, Qian Jiabao also knew that he had been cheated, so he kicked him, "Young man, are you brave? How dare you deceive your brother?"
Zhao Jinyu quickly moved aside and said with a smile: "I really didn't mean to lie to you. I just wanted to ask when Brother Jiahao will come over. You yourself understood it wrong, how can you blame me?"
As soon as he heard it, he knew that what he said was obviously perfunctory, but Qian Jiabao was not a person who couldn't take a joke. After hearing his words, he didn't do anything anymore. He just gritted his teeth and said, "Remember next time, don't fall into my hands, brother." inside!"
After laughing for a while, Qian Jiabao started to take a few people to visit other places. The others just watched the excitement. Only Zhao Jinyu was more engaged, especially those rooms with empty walls. Very seriously.
Everyone returned to the room where Fang Ye had just rested and chatted while tasting the refreshments that had just been served. Hu Feng first asked what Qian Jiabao was concerned about, "Jinyu, you saw that you looked very carefully just now, inside and out. Nothing has been missed, how about it, do you have a draft?"
Zhao Jinyu nodded, "It's almost the same. It's not too difficult. It will take about a few days to finish it all. After Brother Jiahao and the others have seen it, if they think it can be used, they will send it to them for framing. I will get it back in a few days. I'm afraid I won't have time to deal with this during a trip to Kyoto. If that doesn't work, I can only trouble them to find someone else," the following words were obviously addressed to Qian Jiabao.
"Well, let me tell my brother whether we need to prepare some paper or something. If necessary, I will drive you to buy it in the afternoon."
"There's no need to prepare anything special. I have a lot of pens, ink, paper and inkstones at home. Didn't you see a lot of rice paper piled up in my house last time you went to my place?"
"I'm afraid you don't have the big size," Qian Jiabao felt helpless that his kindness was not understood.
"No matter how big it is, how big can it be? Is it possible to hang one in the room as big as the one in the lobby?" That would be too uncoordinated.
Hu Feng waited until the two people stopped discussing the size of the painting before he started to ask the question he wanted to ask just now, "Jin Yu, you just said you were going back to Kyoto in a few days. Is there anything going on there? If there is nothing important, just Please stay here for a while, it’s rare for everyone to get together.”
"I have a patient under treatment in Kyoto, and my father has long said that I should go to his place to play during the summer vacation. I really can't stay in Nandu for too long," Zhao Jinyu said to Hu Feng in a loud voice. What I said was also said to the others present, and it was considered as an explanation to them in advance.
"Do you want to charge money for treating people like this?" Following Fang Yubo's question, Zhao Jinyu saw that everyone else present pricked up their ears. Obviously, he was not the only one who cared about this issue.
"Not necessarily, it depends on the person," Mrs. Wu basically works as a volunteer.
Qian Jiabao also asked on the side, "If it is charged, how much is it usually charged? Are there any standards?"
"It depends on my mood!" Someone like Yan Chen will definitely charge money, and he will not charge less.
Everyone had a great time discussing the issue of collecting money, and Qian Jiabao even gave him a thumbs up with his right hand, "You are so willful, I like it!"
The author has something to say: First of all, let me state something: all the names of people related to culture and art mentioned in this article, especially those in modern times, are mostly fictitious and cannot be studied in depth.
Dear friends, I'm sorry. Yesterday, the network user failed to activate the browser. It seems that I can no longer say "continue tomorrow" in the future.
There may be another chapter tonight. The network at home has been a little rough these days, so I don’t dare to talk too harshly.
