Pick up bargains in Chinatown and make 10,000 times the profit at the beginning

Chapter 40 Art Exhibition
Henry continued to stroll around the square with Lin Yuan. After a round, they didn't find anything interesting.

It happened in a flash. Paul took the lead, followed by three young men of similar age, and rushed into the square from outside, attacking the guy who had previously defamed the motherland.

Paul wore a piece of cloth to cover his face, for fear of being recognized, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble to Lin Yuan when he followed Lin Yuan later.

As for the few people behind him, they simply disdained to cover up anything and looked very arrogant.

"What do you want to do?" the guy shouted in panic.

Paul glanced at the guy, but no one paid any attention to him.

The other three people picked up the items on the stall and packed them up, and smashed the ones they didn't like.

"Robber! You are acting like robbers! Stop now, or I will call the police." He shouted sternly, but he lacked the confidence.

A boy with a headband on his forehead and tattoos all over his sleeveless arms sneered, "I want to take some of your things. What's wrong? Do you have a problem with it?"

"Why waste your time talking to him? Just take action." A shorter accomplice nearby said, then clenched his fist and swung it towards Runren's face.

"Ouch!" Runren cried out in pain, feeling that his teeth were a little loose. He reached in and touched it gently, and a tooth fell out.

"you……"

"Are you still not convinced?" He glared back fiercely and then went forward and started beating him up again.

Such a scene suddenly took place in broad daylight in the busy Union Square, attracting many people's attention, but Lin Yuan found that no one was shocked. Perhaps to them, this was just a small scene.

Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Paul called on everyone to retreat quickly.

They came quickly and left quickly. Paul and his companions disappeared in the vast crowd in the blink of an eye.

Only Runren, whose face was bruised and swollen and whose voice was limp, was left lying on the ground groaning.

Not long after, Paul returned to Lin Yuan again: "Lin, are you satisfied?"

Lin Yuan nodded slightly. This kind of guy who sells out his country for personal gain is not worthy of sympathy at all.

Paul didn't take it seriously. It was no big deal. Even if he was caught on the spot, he would just be given a few verbal warnings.

Because he knew the style of the local judicial organs and police, robbing such a small amount of rags was far from the threshold for prosecution and punishment. In the case of no casualties, many people chose to keep quiet.

"Lin, is there anywhere you want to go?" Henry asked.

Lin Yuan thought for a moment and said, "Just make the arrangements."

"There's an art exhibition in the gallery up ahead. Do you want to go and see it?" Paul waved the flyer in his hand.

He had just seen off his friends and picked up the flyer when he passed by a certain intersection on his way back to Union Square. He had never thought that it would come in handy now.

"That's fine." Lin Yuan nodded.

Henry naturally had no objection. In order to hold on to Lin Yuan, he would not hesitate even if it meant going through fire and water.

Since they had decided to go to the art exhibition, Lin Yuan, Paul and Henry didn't waste any more time talking and walked straight towards the gallery.

A gallery is a place for collecting, displaying or selling works of art.

As early as the 16th century, Westerners displayed collected works of art in the corridors of their mansions, which was the origin of art galleries. Later, similar settings were also found in aristocratic mansions.

After the 19th century, galleries refer to public display places where audiences appreciate works of art. They are basically the same as art museums in terms of exhibition attributes. They may be smaller in scale than art museums, but more targeted at works or art schools. In addition, with the development of the capital market economy, the trend of art commercialization has intensified, and art dealers specializing in art have also emerged. The place where art dealers display and sell art is also called a gallery.

The gallery was not far from Union Square. Lin Yuan and his friends only had to cross two streets and turn a corner to arrive.

At the entrance of the gallery stood a down-and-out middle-aged man.

His face was thin and gaunt, his cheeks were sunken, his cheekbones were high and protruding, as if the years had slashed away all the excess flesh and skin. His eyes were bloodshot, his lips were cracked and bloodless, his hair was messy like dead grass, greasy and stuck to his scalp, it looked like it hadn't been taken care of for a long time, mixed with a lot of silver hair, making him look particularly old.

Seeing Lin Yuan and the others coming to the entrance, the middle-aged man hurriedly greeted them: "Please come in, three of you."

His name is Alex, and he is a painter. Since he was a child, people around him told him that he had a talent for painting, so his parents sent him to interest classes to learn painting.

In college, he chose painting as his major. Through more systematic learning, his painting skills improved significantly. During this period, he won many awards.

I thought I was very good, but after graduation, I was hit by reality. I submitted my works to some big galleries many times, hoping to become a contracted painter of the gallery, but I was rejected every time.

After being severely beaten, Alex realized that the little achievements he had made were meaningless. However, he did not lose heart, but worked harder in painting, hoping to impress others with his works.

However, the reality is cruel.

Even though Alex's painting skills had improved slightly, no one was willing to approach him because he was not famous.

Many galleries would rather choose painters with little fame, even if their abilities are mediocre.

Because in many countries in Europe and America, the value of a painter is not measured by what awards he has won, but by which gallery he has signed a contract with.

Later, he gradually realized that ability alone was not enough, and publicity was also needed. Publicity required funds and support, which was no different from celebrities in the entertainment industry.

After figuring this out, he held this solo exhibition.

He sold everything he had for this exhibition.

Therefore, he is very anxious now. If the effect of this exhibition is not ideal, he may never be able to recover in this life.

Only when they saw Lin Yuan and the others come in did they become particularly enthusiastic.

After entering, Lin Yuan found that there was no one viewing the exhibition inside and it was deserted.

Alex's eyesight was still good, and he could tell that the three people in front of him were mostly Chinese guys with black hair.

See Lin Yuan walking towards the nearest oil painting.

Alex immediately followed up and said, "This is a painting depicting the natural scenery of the countryside."

Then, Alex introduced the composition, color, technique and other aspects to Lin Yuan in a torrent of words.

All of a sudden, Lin Yuan felt like he was shopping in a supermarket in China, a bit like going to buy a bottle of shampoo. There would always be a shopping guide buzzing in his ears, constantly introducing the characteristics of the shampoo from various aspects, the effects of using this shampoo, and so on.

In a word, you will never lose money if you buy it!

This guy talks too much, doesn't he?
Henry's mouth twitched, a little bit unbearable. He found an excuse to run to the other side.

After a while, Paul also found an excuse to slip away.

Lin Yuan rolled his eyes at the two disloyal guys.

(End of this chapter)