The Era of Hard Work

In the main room, sat a man and a woman, neither of them were very old, they looked only in their mid-twenties, wearing dark suits, glasses, and a blue hang tag on their chests.

Lu Dong glanced at it, and there was the words Taidong Tianxiang Art Company written on it.

As soon as he saw the name of the so-called art company, Lu Dong's vigilance increased to 120 points!

Thinking of what happened in the Yingxiongshan market, as long as there is anything related to artworks, no matter how big or small it is, Lu Dong feels that nine out of ten are cheating, and one is ready to cheat.

Second Grandpa had never been in this business, so he simply handed it over to Lu Dong.

When the man saw Lu Dong, he vaguely thought he had seen it before, but when he thought about it carefully, he looked more like a passer-by who had seen it on the side of the road. He immediately took out his business card and handed it to Lu Dong.

"Hello, I'm Wang Deyong, the art consultant of Tianxiang Art Company." This person spoke with a southern accent, and Lu Dong couldn't tell where he was. "This time, I came to visit Mr. Lu because of my name."

Wang Deyong introduced the woman again, who was his assistant.

Lu Dong took the business card and looked at it. What a coincidence, the Tianxiang Art Company that this person works for is not only in the University City, but also in the No. 4 Building of Innovation Port of the Provincial University.

It can be regarded as a neighbor.

Building No. 4 has just opened, and this company may have just moved in.

Lu Dong put away his business card and asked directly, "Are you here to visit my grandfather?"

Wang Deyong spoke quite politely: "It's like this. Our company just came to Qingzhao and is collecting works of folk calligraphers and painters. We heard about Mr. Lu Zhenxing's name. We want to buy some of his works for exhibitions and commercial purposes. operate."

This is different from what Lu Dong guessed, and asked: "Just buying? Not going up for auction?"

Wang Deyong said with a smile: "Our company does not conduct auctions, nor does it have the qualifications for auctions."

Hearing this, Lu Dong not only did not dispel his doubts, but even further raised his vigilance.

"That's what we think. Come and see the old man's works first, and if it's suitable, buy some of them." Wang Deyong said with full sincerity: "Then, we will hold an exhibition in the company. If someone wants to buy it after seeing it, we will sell it."

Lu Dong asked, "Nothing else?"

Wang Deyong said: "Nothing else." He stood up and looked at the calligraphy and painting on the wall of the main room: "The old man's calligraphy and painting are of a very high level, and he is worthy of being a folk artist! If the works are entrusted to our company to operate, we dare not Said, the old man can at least make a name for himself in Quannan."

The second grandfather quickly waved his hand: "I understand my level, it's okay to fool the layman."

"Don't underestimate yourself." Wang Deyong talked eloquently: "Calligraphers, of course, must have certain strength, but publicity is more important..."

"This Manager Wang." Lu Dong interrupted Wang Deyong's flattery, and asked, "How do you plan to buy my grandfather's work?"

If you can really sell some money, the second grandfather can also increase his income.

Anyone who knows well knows that Second Grandpa's paintings and calligraphy are so overwhelming.

Not to mention anything else, from south to north in the old street, at least one-third of the gates still have Spring Festival couplets written by the second grandfather.

As for the marriages of the villagers, I usually write to give them away, and the number is too numerous to count.

Rare things are expensive, not to mention that the second grandfather is not famous, even if Mr. Zhongshi's works are so flooded, they are still worthless.

Wang Deyong is not afraid of others asking the price, but he is afraid that others will not ask the price. He said: "The rules of the painting and calligraphy industry are to calculate the price according to the square foot."

As if he was afraid that Lu Dong and others would not understand this concept, he pointed to the nave hanging in the middle of the main room: "For such a picture, which has not been framed, we can give one hundred and fifty yuan."

This price is not outrageous. The second grandfather sold the middle hall and couplets in Daji before, and the mounted middle hall was sold at this price.

The second grandfather looked at Lu Dong and knew that he was well-informed.

Lu Dong thought for a while and said, "Manager Wang, let's think about it first. Didn't you leave your business card behind? We'll contact you when we're done thinking about it?"

Wang Deyong said: "Yes." He was about to leave when he saw a pair of silver jugs under the middle hall and said: "Our company also buys other artworks, such as gold and silver wares. If you have suitable ones, you can also buy them." Sell ​​it to us, and we will definitely give you a fair price.”

Lu Dong said, "Let's think about it first."

He kept sending these two people out of the house, and seeing them getting into the car, Lu Dong went back to the second grandfather's house.

The second grandpa asked, "Dongzi, I know how many catties I have. Why do you think it's unreliable for them to offer such a price?"

Lu Dong said: "Second Grandpa, their company is in the university town, and they have to go to work tomorrow. I'll go and have a look first."

"Alright." Second Grandpa nodded, "I'm afraid it's a scam."

The silver-gray Fukang sedan drove out of Lujia Village and headed south along the main road.

The woman asked: "Brother Wang, can it be valuable for us to collect an amateur's work from the countryside?"

Wang Deyong said with a smile: "With our business model, how does it work if we don't accept some ordinary works at a low price?"

The woman had just joined the job not long ago. As a mentor who brought in newcomers, he said in detail: "We collect things, hold exhibitions and hold activities, and what titles we want to give authors, isn't it up to us? The company comes Before the university town, I did a detailed investigation. Those who bought a house here had good financial conditions, but many people had jobs in their original place of residence. Those who accompanied their children to school were mainly the elderly and housewives. "

Hearing this, the woman realized something: "Are these people our customers?"

Wang Deyong left the steering wheel with his right hand and snapped his fingers: "That's right! We will pull them over, hold exhibitions and events, hold meetings, and tell them that these works will appreciate five times and ten times in the future. Show up to speak, find someone to create an atmosphere, and guess what will happen?"

The woman is not stupid: "Some of them will be mobilized to buy our paintings and calligraphy."

"Correct!" Wang Deyong said: "Don't forget, there have been more and more related TV programs in the past two years, and art has become popular."

The woman understands that the company will have many times the profit if it changes hands like this. As for whether the sold paintings and calligraphy will appreciate in the future, it has nothing to do with the company.

She could even imagine that the repurchase commitment letter is useless at all, the company will be gone by then, and the repurchase letter signed in the name of the company will be useless at all.

Thinking of what Wang Deyong said in Lujia Village, the woman still had doubts: "The company still buys antiques?"

"We don't accept antiques." Wang Deyong said simply: "The water for antiques is too deep. We only accept gold and silver wares. The value of these things is relatively easy to estimate, and they are easy to sell."

The woman nodded again and again: "So that's the case."

Wang Deyong glanced at the sun turning to the south, and pulled down the shade a little: "Let's go to Luozhuang, there is also a seller of calligraphy and painting over there, and the one in Lujia Village doesn't do business with us, so he can have a backup candidate. By the way, listen It is said that someone sold gold over there two years ago, maybe with good luck, you can meet someone who sells gold and silver wares..."

The silver-gray Fukang car passed through the hole of the high-speed bridge, and turned on the road to Luozhuang from the south intersection.

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Going to work on Monday, Lu Dong had a brief morning meeting. He originally wanted to go to the No. 4 building next door, but Song Na didn't go to class. She brought her cousin Xia Tian over. Tianxiang Art Company can only push back a little bit.

In the afternoon, the second grandfather was not in a hurry, and it was impossible for Tianxiang Art Company to disappear in the morning.

Xia Tian has to leave here at noon, 12-hour shifts, go back to rest at noon, and go to work at 7 o'clock in the evening.

It may be due to the continuous work of night shifts recently, Xia Tian has dark circles under her eyes, and at the age of twenty-two or three, even the bags under her eyes are almost coming out.

Only the person involved can experience the hardship of working in two shifts 24 hours a day.

When I came to work today, Lu Dong told Lu Jianren about the second grandpa's affairs. Lu Jianren saw that Lu Dong would not be free for a while, so he went to Building No. 4 by himself, and went there to talk about the facts.

When he came to the gate of Building No. 4, Lu Jianren ran into Qiao Weiguo and asked, "Little bald man, are you going to practice Sanda so early?"

Qiao Weiguo smiled embarrassedly: "Uncle Qi, I have to do training in the afternoon, and the training has been moved to the morning."

Lu Jianren nodded, without further words, entered Building No. 4, took the elevator to the sixth floor, and as soon as he got out of the elevator, he saw that the door of the large office room facing the door of the elevator room was open, revealing the reception desk inside and Taidong Tianxiang Art Co., Ltd. behind the reception desk. The company's large character background board.

It seems to be doing some kind of activity, there are two beautiful girls wearing red ribbons standing at the door.

Seeing Lu Jianren walk in, the two girls smiled and said, "Welcome!"

Lu Jianren entered the door, bypassed the front desk, and suddenly opened up, a huge space like an exhibition hall, especially on the walls everywhere, full of calligraphy and painting works, many people in their fifties and sixties, accompanied by some young people in Western-style work clothes Next, look at the calligraphy and painting works in the exhibition together.

This place doesn't look like a company, but rather like the youth photo exhibition held in Moquan Park before.

Lu Jianren didn't know anything about painting and calligraphy, so he could only read the introductions. Some of them were the works of the teachers of the Art Academy, and they should be of a certain level. However, he followed a group of people to watch them for a long time, but he didn't see anything. It is said that the future value is unlimited and so on.

Last year, he sold firecrackers with Lu Dong, and worked in both the village company and Lu Dong's company. Lu Jianren had a bit of a sense of business. After wandering around for a long time, and after listening to a few people's introductions, he understood that this company is for exhibitions and sales of calligraphy and painting. Works.

I found someone and asked carefully. The calligraphy and painting works will not be sold today, and they will be sold together when the conference is held another day.

Lu Jianren lost interest, went out and took the elevator down, went back and told Dongzi, let him come and see by himself.

After exiting the gate of Building No. 4, Lu Jianren noticed a familiar figure approaching him. This person was about his age, wearing a leather jacket and carrying an artificial leather handbag, walking this way.

"Liangzi!" Lu Jianren called to stop him: "What are you doing here?"

Seeing Lu Jianren, the man hurriedly said, "Oh, Brother Seven! Why are you here? We haven't seen each other for several months?"

Lu Jianren said: "Yes, you are not driving your tractor in Luozhuang, what are you doing here?"

Liangzi knew Lu Jianren very well. He had been with him when he was young. Knowing that Lu Jianren was loyal, he patted the bag and said in a low voice, "I have something good here."