Chapter 483： Selling paintings also pays attention to feng shui

Chu Qiao said with a smile: "Mr. Mei's paintings may be more liked by foreigners, because foreigners don't have so many taboos, but we Chinese people pay attention to feng shui and like to put festive and auspicious things at home, such as flowers, brocades and carp jumping over the dragon gate.

Mr. Mei's paintings, whether they broke things, are barren mountains, or homeless people, I will definitely not put them at home. Of course, if Mr. Mei is as famous as Picasso, even if you are painting dead people, Still someone robbed. "

Chen Wei laughed, "Miss Chu's words are very funny, but I think it makes sense, Jiu Ming, you should think about it."

She also persuaded Mei Jiuming to change his style before, not to always paint those decadent and broken paintings, which are really not popular, especially the Chinese people, who are more taboo in this regard, but Mei Jiuming is very stubborn and refuses to listen.

Mei Jiuming frowned, and many people advised him to change his style, saying that the things he painted were not pleasing.

But what he paints is his perception of the world. He has been displaced since he was a child, his parents died early, and his relatives refused to take him in. At the age of seven, he went out begging for food and became a homeless person.

But he likes to draw. He draws with branches on the sand, draws on the table with his fingers dipped in water, and tries every way to draw. Even if he is hungry, as long as he draws, he will not be hungry.

It was painting that made him persevere, and it was painting that made him meet nobles. The art teacher of his hometown middle school adopted him after seeing his paintings, and bought brushes and paints for him to go to school.

Although he worshipped under the name of Ouyang Lin, in Mei Jiuming's heart, he had only one mentor, the art teacher.

But if you want to stand out, you have to go to another school. The art teacher also supports him and asks him to paint what he wants to paint. Don't follow the crowd, you must have your own style.

Mei Jiuming has always remembered the words of his teacher. He has persevered over the years. He has no good in his heart, because he has never encountered beauty.

The only beauty is the teacher, but the teacher has never had a good life in his life. When he was young, he was sent to the countryside, and his wife and family were separated. After returning to the city, he became a teacher and worked diligently. Every time he was awarded a title, he did not have a teacher's share, just because he did not know how to do it. Flattery.

Finally, he made a profit and wanted to take his teacher to Shanghai to enjoy happiness, but his teacher was diagnosed with a terminal illness. He asked around for famous doctors, and even borrowed money to send his teacher to go abroad for treatment, but his teacher refused.

He left the hospital by himself, returned to his hometown, and said he would leave quietly.

During the last two months of his mentor, Mei Jiuming accompanied him, accompanied him up the mountain to sketch, and accompany him to fish in the water. The mentor said that he was very happy, and it was the happiest time in his life. When he left, the mentor was very peaceful and told him. Be sure to stick to your style.

Mei Jiuming always remembered what his teacher said, even if Ouyang Lin asked him to change, he didn't listen, so Ouyang Lin didn't value his disobedient disciple.

"I won't change, I'm sorry, I can't do it." Mei Jiuming shook his head, he would not let his teacher down.

Even if the gallery closes, even if he is heavily in debt, he will not waver.

Chen Wei was in a hurry and couldn't help winking at Mei Jiuming, but Mei Jiuming's expression did not change, he had to stick to his own style.

He believed that he would meet Bole.

Chu Qiao smiled and said, "I'm not saying that Mr. Mei's style is not good, it's that I didn't make it clear, what I mean is that Mr. Mei's paintings are not suitable for sale in galleries now, but Mr. Mei doesn't need to change, Mr. Mei can Galleries sell other people's paintings."

Chen Wei's eyes lit up, she understood a little.

Chu Qiao added: "Galleries are actually platforms for selling paintings, not necessarily only Mr. Mei's paintings, but the audience must be sure. At present, cheap paintings should be more popular, such as hundreds or thousands of yuan. Painting, don't need famous paintings, as long as it looks good and looks good, Mr. Mei understands what I mean?"

Mei Jiuming still didn't understand, but Chen Wei already understood, and asked with a smile, "Miss Chu means, do you want to take a low-end route and let some ordinary painters paint a batch of paintings that sell well?"

"Yes, it's commercial painting. The market in Shanghai is still quite big. Many people like to hang some Western paintings at home. Isn't Mr. Mei an associate professor at the Academy of Fine Arts? There are so many students in the Academy of Fine Arts, so let them paint some Western paintings. Hang it up for sale in galleries, and then I will contact some rich ladies, and the way will be opened."

Chu Qiao said her plan, but it was actually very simple.

win-win.

Mei Jiuming pondered for a long time, he understood what Chu Qiao meant, and asked, "I contacted students at the Academy of Fine Arts to paint some Western paintings in batches, and then Miss Chu contacted customers to sell them at a low price. Is this what you mean?"

"It can't be said that the price is low. A painting can be as low as a few hundred or a few thousand. It is considered a high-end product. It depends on the quality of the painting." Chu Qiao corrected.

Mei Jiuming smiled, her clear voice was very pleasant, "Miss Chu may not know that before, when I was abroad, someone bid one hundred thousand dollars for my painting, but I didn't agree."

It was the painting he won, painted in memory of his teacher, and he was reluctant to bear it.

Chu Qiao also smiled, "Mr. Mei, how many clients have bid one hundred thousand dollars after you have been painting for so many years?"

Mei Jiuming's expression was stagnant, and he was choked to the point of being speechless. After a while, he said angrily, "Just one."

Chen Wei slapped the table with a smile, "Chu Qiao, you really hit the nail on the head. He is a fake person who refuses to land on a shelf every day. He doesn't know the smell of fireworks in the world."

Chu Qiao said bluntly: "Mr. Mei's paintings are very good, but you are not very famous now, even your teacher, Master Ouyang, his paintings are not so hard to find, so you guard the ten Ten thousand dollars can't last a lifetime, even if the fairies in the sky go down to earth, they have to eat whole grains, we are making money legally and legitimately, and there is no shame."

Mei Jiuming finally agreed. Although he is a bit high-minded, he is already very down-to-earth compared to other people in the painting and calligraphy industry. After all, he has suffered since childhood and knows that it is impossible to move without money.

Although what Chu Qiao said is not pleasing to the ears, it is very reasonable. It is not shameful to make money legally~ What kind of style do those rich ladies like? "Mei Jiuming asked humbly.

Chu Qiao thought about it and asked, "Is it illegal to copy famous paintings?"

Mei Jiuming looked stunned, how did he answer this question?

Chen Wei answered for him, "Strictly speaking, it must be infringing, but many famous Western painters have passed away, and they are circulated in China, and foreign laws cannot control them."

"That's no problem. You ask the students to copy more famous paintings. The more famous they are, the better. Then, if you want to paint some flowers and plants, those suitable for hanging in the living room and bedroom should be oil paintings."

Mei Jiuming took the notes and asked again, "When will your friends come?"

Then he was embarrassed and said, "I owe the gallery for half a year's rent, and the landlord gave me the last one month deadline, so it's better to come over within a month."

Chu Qiao laughed dumbly. The famous Master Mei is so embarrassed now. Sure enough, it was not easy for everyone before they became famous.