Soul Painter

After 'laughing' at Mr. Manager.

Gao Fan mentioned the business.

"Brother, have you heard a piece of music recently?" Gao Fan asked.

song? Lawrence didn't understand.

"Like this, ah~ ah~" Gao Fan hummed a melody, his sense of pitch was not bad, Lawrence could tell it was a very rhythmic melody, but he had never heard it before.

"The word is like this, this is a bad day... The knife is flying towards me, and it will pierce my heart... The valve on the oxygen tank is mocking..." Gao Fan continued to snort.

No. Lawrence shook his head. He was not very interested in music, except for symphonies and musicals, which were his compulsory homework in the social arena.

"That's good~" Gao Fan laughed, "Let me talk about something serious."

You still know that you were not serious just now... Lawrence doesn't want to talk to Gao Fan anymore.

"Eldest brother, during this period of time, I've been running around with you, flattering the stinky feet of those rich people, which gave me a feeling." Gao Fan said seriously.

"And then?" Lawrence didn't understand what Gao Fan wanted to say.

"I have the most precious thing in the world in my hands, why do I ask them to buy it? They should be asking me~" Gao Fan said.

"Little brother, I know you want to say that art is priceless, but in reality, art has a price. Artwork that no one buys is worthless no matter how exquisite the painting is. You have the painting level of a master master. You should have the status and dignity of a master, and you shouldn't do such things as selling everywhere, so..." Lawrence managed to hold himself up and comforted Gao Fan.

Compromise with the market is one of the compulsory homework for every successful artist.

Taking Van Gogh again as an example, the life of painting was too short, and the information flow was not smooth in the 1980s, which prevented his pioneering work from spreading and becoming influential. Is this the reason why Van Gogh was penniless before his death and unparalleled in the world after his death? Part of the reason.

But according to this logic, how to explain that Jose Royo became the king's royal painter because of his fame at the age of twenty-five.

The circumstances of the two masters are different, related to family background, personality, etc., and more related to whether the celebrities and capital in the society at that time were willing to contribute to the flames.

If an artist wants to be famous during his lifetime, he must be widely recognized by the society. Otherwise, or after your death, your works may become hype tools for capital and set amazing auction prices, but that has nothing to do with you.

Therefore, Lawrence has been committed to making Gao Fan understand and practice this principle. It is a good thing that Gao Fan is willing to show his face, but if Gao Fan does not get the due pursuit and praise, resulting in Gao Fan’s dislike of the market, then the loss outweighs the gain .

"That's not the case." Gao Fan shook his head and smiled, "Because Mr. Manager worked so hard, I decided to give you a precious quota, a quota that all human beings will chase after madly."

"Quota?" Lauren didn't know what Gao Fan was talking about.

"A quota for eternal life." Gao Fan raised a finger and said.

"Little brother, what do you mean, your next work is called "Eternal Life"?" Lawrence felt that his head was a little heavy, partly because of the sequelae of the concussion, and partly because he didn't understand what Gao Fan was talking about.

"No, it can make people live forever." Gao Fan said.

"But you said it was a joke!" Lawrence said loudly.

"It's a joke if you say it's a joke." Gao Fan said, "After my research for a period of time, I found that it is indeed the real eternal life, but the price is to entrust my life on the painting...well, like Like a lich's ossuary, you know the lich, right?"

"How is this possible!" Lawrence marveled. The violent mood swings gave him a headache. He pressed his head, but he didn't care about the pain, because the news was too shocking.

"Eldest brother, do you trust me?" Gao Fan asked solemnly.

"Believe it...?" Lawrence hesitated.

"Now, if you think about it, the thematic paintings I have created, from the "Mask" group paintings, to "Bostonians", to "Cats", and this time "Buddha", can an ordinary painter draw them? "Gao Fan asked.

"Probably not." Lawrence murmured.

"So it's unbelievable that my paintings can make people live forever." Gao Fan said.

"If you say that, it's much more reasonable." Lawrence said, "I can try... How much should I sell it for? Half of his net worth, he will give it, right? This is eternal life!"

"It's not too late to work after the illness is cured." Gao Fan then bid farewell to Lawrence.

Lawrence stopped him and told him, "Be careful."

"You should also be careful." Gao Fan said, standing there, he hesitated for a moment, and then asked again: "Brother, my side is very dangerous, and it will become more and more dangerous. Today, a helicopter crashed into a building. It won't be the last time, it's not too late for you to quit now."

"Exit? Don't be kidding, the money I made from you is far from enough." Lawrence laughed.

"Be careful if you earn money if you don't spend your life~" Gao Fan also laughed.

Saying goodbye to Lawrence, Gao Fan left his ward.

"Lu Zhi, have you noticed that the mystery is spreading." Gao Fan suddenly said, "The world three years ago was more normal than it is now."

If Gao Fan, who was an art student three years ago, heard that someone's painting could make people cry, make people laugh and make people touch the holy heaven, he would definitely sneer.

But at the moment, in all the news reports, some people appreciate Gao Fan's works, some people doubt its advanced nature, but no one thinks that this is an art form that should not exist.

At the same time, even the mysterious song "Bad Day" will be rediscovered. Whether it has existed for a long time, or the history of our mankind has begun to connect with the end of the world in 1920, which led to mystery invading human civilization from every dimension of time. Woolen cloth?

Now, even countries that are indirectly controlled by great beings have appeared. Isn't this invasion more obvious?

"That's right~" Lu Zhi agreed, "There is an exciting taste of adventure in the air. When I met my father in Tianmei three years ago, the human world was not so interesting."

"I always feel that the wheel of human history is slowly turning to the point of no return." Gao Fan muttered.

At this time, a nurse passed by the two of them, she stumbled for no reason, and then the scalpel on the tray in her hand flew out, shooting straight at the back of Gao Fan's head.

But Lu Zhi didn't turn his head, stretched out two fingers, and with Lu Xiaofeng's sensitivity and accuracy, firmly clamped the 'flying knife' between the index finger and middle finger.

"Did you hear that?" Gao Fan asked Lu Zhi while staring at the knife.

"What did you hear?" Lu Zhi didn't understand.

"The sound of music~" Gao Fan closed his eyes, waving his fingers, as if he was listening to a piece of music that only he could hear, "Every time an accident happens and bad luck strikes, I will hear its beautiful melody~"