My 1991

After carefully reading the contract, Lu An remained calm.

But I had a decision in my heart.

Haibo Gallery and Haibo Auction House were both well-known in their previous lives. In the art circle, they had to be popular and prosperous.

It was a huge thing to him.

I remember that there was a time in his previous life, when he was just becoming famous, that he even had a dream, hoping that he would be noticed by them and become a contracted painter under the name of Haibo Gallery.

Unfortunately, things didn't work as expected, and I tried several times to delay the relationship but failed.

Later, as he gradually understood the context of the circle, he gave up completely.

I didn’t expect it, I really didn’t expect it!

I have only been involved in the art world in this life, so I met them recklessly.

When his thoughts came to this, he understood that all these changes came from his breakthrough in painting level and from finding his own creative direction. This attracted the attention of the two people.

He was thinking, if he didn't join Haibo Gallery and Haibo Auction House today, would he be able to carve out a bloody path in the future?

It's possible, and it's very likely!

He has been painting for decades and is still very confident about this.

But when will he come out? When will it soar into the sky?

It’s hard to say this, and it’s impossible to say with certainty.

Maybe soon, maybe in middle age, maybe in old age, maybe after death.

Thinking of this, Lu An secretly sighed. On the surface, he seemed to have many options, but facing the generous conditions offered by Yu Guanzhi and Chen Quan, he actually didn't have much choice.

As the saying goes, a thousand-mile horse always exists, but a bole does not always exist.

In the field of painting, choice is sometimes more important than hard work.

The temptation was so damn great that he couldn't refuse.

Not to mention other things, just say that the monthly basic salary is 2,000. Doesn’t this scorn 90% of the working class?

With a yearly income of 24,000, he is already a sure winner in life.

What's more, as a painter, paintings are the main source of income. Especially since Haibo Gallery has a master like Chen Quan at the helm, there is no need to worry about resources and publicity channels for his works.

As long as the painting "Eternity" can increase its popularity, future income will be almost unimaginable.

After careful consideration, the old man felt that this was a good opportunity for him.

After Yu Guanzhi opened the generous chips, he kept staring at him and observing, seemingly not letting go of any subtle expression on his face.

For a moment, the atmosphere became tense and the air became suffocating.

After a long time, Lu An put the contract back on the coffee table, then raised his head and looked at the two of them, saying:

“Although I am a newcomer and don’t know much about the industry, I saw the sincerity of Ms. Yu and Mr. Chen through the contract.

From a personal emotional point of view, I feel very good and I feel the respect from both of you.

But one thing is that I am still a student, and I will have to focus on my studies for a long time to come.

So if you two really want to be my Bole, I hope you can give me full freedom. "

Hearing the elegant meaning of Xian, Yu Guanzhi automatically ignored the excuse of "study" and keenly grasped "freedom" to carry out the strategy: "Please rest assured, Mr. Lu, Uncle Chen and I have already considered your actual situation before coming here.

In terms of future creation, everything is subject to your own arrangements, and we will not interfere with your freedom. "

Hey, this is what the old man was waiting for.

When I lived to such an old age in my previous life, I was already used to being free, so naturally I didn't want to be restrained by others in this life.

Otherwise, he won’t do it no matter how much money he is given.

In his eyes, painting is a hobby and a kind of happiness, and he definitely doesn’t want to be completely tied to money.

If you lose your creative freedom for this, why not draw a chicken?

Anyway, if you live your life again, there will be many ways to make money in the future waiting for you. No matter how you look at it, you will not be short of money to spend in this life.

Hearing this, Lu An felt relieved.

I'm afraid that the store will bully customers. Since the other party is so reasonable, what else is there to say?

Sign it.

If he doesn't sign it, he's afraid he'll regret it and won't be able to sleep tonight.

He was afraid that he would regret going to the Royal Concubine Hotel and knocking on the door in the middle of the night.

He couldn't wait in his heart, but he still said calmly: "I hope Miss Yu can write down what she just said in the contract, so that I can feel at ease if it is written in black and white."

Yu Guanzhi expressed his understanding: "Okay."

After that, she took another contract from her bag and handed it to Lu An.

Lu An was confused and didn't reach out to take it for a while. He looked straight at the other person and asked: What does this mean?

Yu Guanzhi smiled gently: "Sorry, I made a bet with Uncle Chen before I came here. I bet that you would add this. Now it seems that I won."

With that said, she turned to Chen Quan and said, "Uncle Chen, remember to fulfill your contract."

Chen Quan smiled and nodded: "Don't worry, Wanzhi, I am willing to admit defeat."

His eyes stayed on Yu Guanzhi for three seconds, and then roamed around Chen Quan. Lu An cursed in his heart:

I believe you are so stupid. You really treat me like a child. You are obviously playing a double act.

Sure enough, my mother is right, the more beautiful a woman is, the better she is at lying.

Grandma is a bitch. It seems that I have to be careful in the future. Be careful that she deceives me into sleeping with her in the future.

I took the contract and read it carefully, and found that it was the same as before, except that there was an additional creative clause at the end: not to interfere with creative freedom.

Luan looked over it.

Afraid of pitfalls, I carefully read it a second and third time.

He looked at Yu Guanzhi's bag and asked jokingly: "Does Miss Yu still have a registration contract in her bag? Let's take it out together. I'll sign whichever one is most beneficial to me."

Yu Guanzhi smiled and said nothing, and actually zipped the bag to the end, opened the bag opening with both hands and showed it to him.

There were a lot of miscellaneous things in the bag, and he even saw a makeup mirror, but there were no paper documents. He immediately gave up.

Lu An picked up the pen and said, "Then sign it?"

Yu Guanzhi said yes and picked up the pen as well.

The contract was made in duplicate, and after the two signed it, they signed it alternately.

Finally, she took out a box of red ink pad from her bag. Without saying anything, she pressed her right thumb on the ink pad box, and then put her fingerprint on the contract.

Lu An followed suit and made two thumb prints.

After checking the contract and finding that there was no problem, Yu Guanzhi stretched out his beautiful right hand:

"Mr. Lu, welcome to join us."

Luan reached out and held the tips of her fingers, "Thank you, it's my pleasure."

At this time, Chen Quan also stood up, extended his hand and said: "We will be colleagues from now on, happy cooperation!"

Ouch, this old man has no eyesight.

Those beautiful little hands haven't even warmed up yet, and you're here in a hurry. You're reincarnated.

Lu An let go of Yu Guanzhi's hand and held it with Chen Quan: "Happy cooperation!"

ps: Please read it!

(Haibo Auction House has manipulated it, and I dare not write the real name in reality. I hope the big guys understand.)