The medicine jar is loved and abused (BL) {MTL}

Chapter 62

Chapter 62 The Collector

    After that, everything returned to normal. Xie Yin officially went to work on the seventh day of the first day of the first lunar year. Before he went out, as a "little wife", Shen Ning even took him to the door.

    On Shen Ning's side, all kinds of social interactions sprung up like mushrooms after the new year. On Shen Ning's occasion, there were a few oil painting-related tea parties and the like to invite him. He was destined not to be that kind of exquisite and likable painter, and most of them refused. However, he had to accept an invitation from Mrs. Qin two days ago.

    In the art world, it is not only the achievements of the artists themselves that affect the value of artworks, but also a crucial factor, that of the collectors.

    A heavyweight collector has extremely tricky and rich insights into collections in a certain field of art. If he collects the works of a certain artist, then the value of the artist must have skyrocketed for a period of time. We will not mention him. Whether it can afford this honor itself, but at least it is of significant help in terms of reputation.

    Victor Garde is a well-known collector in the oil painting industry. He is of mixed Chinese and French blood, and his grandmother seems to be of Chinese blood. He has close contacts with domestic oil painting artists, and is also a good friend of Mrs. Qin for many years. Victor himself does not like to exaggerate and boast, and his speech is cunning and mean. He belongs to the kind of "independent" person. When he came to China this time, Mrs. Qin specially held a small family party for him, and only called Some friends in the industry.     Shen Ning was not qualified to be invited to this party, but it was probably because of Xie Yin's face, that Mrs. Qin invited him kindly. In addition, she also invited Li Changya, Chen Cangnan and others. In order to open their eyes, Shen Ning accepted the invitation.     It was the thirteenth day of the first month, the wind was bright and the sun was shining. Shen Ning was sitting in the yard of Mrs. Qin's house, drinking milk tea and basking in the sun.     Not long after, Li Changya walked in, but did not enter the room, and went straight to sit beside him.     Shen Ning couldn't help yawning comfortably, and asked him, "Drink milk tea or coffee?"     Li Changya: "Is there coffee here?"     Shen Ning: "Is there any in the house."

    "I don't drink anymore." Li Changya said, "Have you been painting recently?"

    "Yes, but it's just practice brushwork."

    "When will I go to your house to see?"

    Shen Ning looked at him and asked, "At such a time. Shouldn't I invite you to my house first?"

    Li Changya remained silent.

    A male voice approached from behind, laughing and laughing: "How could Li Changya beg you, please be merciful and invite him to your house."

    Shen Ning's face became warm, and Chen Cangnan, like Li Changya, did not invite him, he just took care of himself Sitting down, he had one more procedure than Li Changya, and he added a cup of hot milk tea to himself.

    "Wow, this milk tea is sweet and astringent, bitter and fragrant, and the aroma of black tea is so strong."

    "Mrs. Qin's collection of black tea." The

    two exchanged greetings and chatted about what they had seen in the past two months. Painter, artist, these words sound very high-society, as if waltzes and rhetoric full of high-class pronunciation are lingering in my ears, but the few people present are the people who hate meaningless social interaction the most , One by one can hide, to use a metaphor, it is probably the senior diver who only appears when grabbing red envelopes at the end of the year and the beginning of the year.