When he arrived, the two young butts still did not bloom. Nan Yi had no habit of beating children, and he thought it was not a bad thing for boys to be a little bit naughty.

When the bees dissipate, Nan Yi sent the honey he had taken back to the beehive. Winter is approaching, and the bees have to spend the winter with honey. This season is not a good time to harvest honey.

After lunch, Nan Yi changed into a small suit for the two children, put on a bow tie, dressed up as a little adult, and took them to Chelsea.

Chelsea is a New York Manhattan area, located on the west side of Manhattan Island, south of 36th Street, between Fifth Avenue and the Hudson River.

Because I don’t know the exact address, the school beauty drove around Chelsea halfway through the car before she saw the sign of Pioneer Gallery.

There is no flower basket, no red carpet, no welcome, and no security. After entering the gallery, you can see a waiter walking through the crowd holding a tray.

There are many customers, but what makes Nan Yi strange is that the proportion of yellow people is too high, and 80% of the yellow people in the gallery are yellow people.

There were several guests standing beside Henry Monet, and they were discussing something. After accidentally turning around, Henry Monet saw Nan Yi and walked over.

"Mr. Adam."

"Henry, Scarlett's itinerary has changed. I'll come on her behalf."

Henry Monet smiled and said, "Madam, you're so kind. Pioneer Gallery is just an attempt by me. For Dabivan, it's not very important now."

"Let me tell you what kind of attempt it is."

"Mr. Adam, in addition to being a city with a strong commercial atmosphere, New York is also a city with strong artistic significance. The Harlem Renaissance in the 1920s laid the literary classics of African-Americans;

In the 1940s, it was the center of jazz music; in the 1950s, it was the center of abstract expressionist art; in the 1970s, it was the birthplace of hip-hop culture, and punk and hard-core cultures were also developed during the same period.

New York is a gathering place where multiple cultures collide and spark sparks. There are more than 500 art museums and museums of different sizes in the city, and the Metropolitan Museum of Art, one of the four largest museums in the world.

Now in the 1980s, this place will become the center of painting art. Mr. Adam, now many unfamous painters gathered from the world to New York. I believe that there will definitely be masters among them, and there will be existences that can look up to Monet."

"So, these people who came here today are actually painters?" Nan Yi looked around and asked.

"Yes, all painters from all countries, among them, Mr. Adam, your fellow countrymen are the most." Henry Monet said.

“New York is a great place for painters to survive?”

"No, most painters have very difficult lives, and many people have problems with food and clothing."

Nan Yi smelled again: "Selling paintings makes a living?"

"Yes, New York itself already has a very large group of artists. There is only one artist in the streets of Manhattan. The competition is very fierce. Even if a national artist with local advantages, it is very difficult to make a comeback.

It is even more difficult for outsiders.

In addition, the local art market in New York has established a complete and relatively closed system. Most foreign artists have no communication with the mainstream art world and cannot integrate into this system at all.

Regarding the inability to integrate into this, it is particularly prominent among Chinese painters.

I communicated with many Chinese painters. Most of them have high talent for painting, but their English is very poor. Most of them can't even speak a complete sentence of English. If I don't understand Chinese, I can't get to them at all. Ensure communication.

If you don’t understand English, you cannot talk to the mainstream art world, and you will not be able to enter the world of ‘our’.

However, I admire the courage of Chinese painters. Dabifan’s art exhibition hall often encounters Chinese painters who rashly break in and recommend their works.”

“Is it useful to recommend yourself?”

Henry Monet shook his head, "It's useless. I've already said that there is a well-formed and rigorous system in New York. The painter stands out. The level of his work is just one factor, and the other is not very important factor."

"So, how do they sell paintings for a living?"

"Every day, the Central Garden, and at the entrance of the Metropolitan Museum, painters set up stalls to paint portraits for tourists. There were few painters from China before. In the past two years, this industry has been monopolized by Chinese painters.

Also, Mr. Adam, what I will say next is possible…”

"It's okay, it's not nice, you can just say it straight." Nan Yi waved his hand and said.

"In order to attract passenger traffic, casinos near New York will give each passenger who takes a casino bus two bargaining chips worth $5. Many Chinese painters make a living by making a living. The casino bus travels back and forth for nearly four hours, with the most a day. You can take four trips and you can earn more than one thousand dollars a month.”

"Casinos won't care, right?"

"I don't care. Casinos need people to create the illusion of a lively business. Moreover, many people who make a living from this end finally walked into the casino with chips, and then..." Henry Monet spread his hands.

"I understand, Pioneer Gallery just wants to scrape a little gold from these painters."

"Yes, Dabifan will select candidates with high probability of success from them, and then invite them to paint. Dabifan will save a few fine works first, wait for them to succeed, or help them succeed."

Nan Yi nodded and said in agreement: "Good idea. For Chinese painters, you should pay attention to five words 'export to domestic sales'. Pay more attention to painters who are preparing to leave New York and return to China to develop. Their probability of success Be taller than others.”

"I understand that over the years, I have been in China for several months every year, and I have a deep understanding of Chinese people, especially those in the art circle."

"Well, I believe that if you continue to entertain guests, I will do my best."

"Okay, I'll leave first."

Henry Monet accused him of guilt and returned to the guests to chat and laugh.

Nan Yi took two children to the wall and looked at an oil painting hanging on the wall. This painting should be an abstract art, because Nan Yi couldn't understand what was painting at all, and he could only see it in his eyes. A bunch of color pieces piece together to form an object.

He really couldn't recognize what this object was called.

There is no doubt that Nan Yi has no artistic cells in his body.

"Can you understand?" Nan Yi lowered his head and asked the two little ones.

"Dad, I can't understand it. There are too many colors and it's dazzling." Nan Youqiong shook his head.

Nan Yi turned around and asked Nan Wuqiong, "Where are you?"

“Seasoning for the Yinshu.”

Nan Yi looked back at the painting on the wall again. It was not to mention that the painting was really like a canvas sprinkled with seal seasonings. In the middle was Masala, Asafoetida, red pepper powder, cumin seeds, and on the edge The thin strips of red are saffron.

"It's really like, no matter what others call this painting, we call it "Yinhu Seasoning Platter". It's good to draw and paint. As long as it doesn't cost more than $100, my father will buy it and give it to Wuwei."

"Sir, you can't understand oil paintings, but you can't desecrate them. The threshold here is too low. Anyone can come in."

Nan Yi was pretending to be at his son, and a noisy sound came from the side.

Turning his head, Nan Yi saw the noise just now, shaking his head and leaving.

"Master, you'll leave after pretending to be a pussy, and you're not dragging yourself out at all. Your grandson runs fast. You dare to hurt me in front of my son. If you're later, you'll want you to look good." Nan Yi whispered and continued to take two small children.

Look at other oil paintings.

The gallery is not big, there are not many paintings on the wall, and there are more than thirty paintings. Nan Yi, who had just been criticized, no longer pretended to behave and quickly finished the paintings.

After reading it, Nan Yi came to a conclusion: "If it weren't for Scarlett, Dabifan could only make some money at most and let him manage it himself. He had no channels or vision, and he wouldn't be able to recognize treasures before.

It’s unlikely to make a lot of money.”

Nan Yi was thinking about adding the lesson of art appreciation for four small people, and he couldn't know anything about it.

When leaving Pioneer Gallery, Nan Yi asked the school beauty if she remembered the person just now. After receiving the school beauty's affirmative reply, Nan Yi secretly thought, "If you meet this grandson again next time, you must pretend to be back.

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...

The next day, Masami Uedo flew to New York again with someone.

The person she brought was Han Zhenhe, who was from Korean American and was the last secretary candidate named by Nan Yi from the three candidates.

"Secretary Han, I want to explain to you a few points. First, the president doesn't like to listen to flattery, he only likes to listen to the truth. Especially when talking about work, if the president has any mistakes, you can point them out directly without any concerns.

The president's face;

2. The president has no airs, is approachable, and is more casual with others. You can joke with the president, but you must always be clear about you as a secretary and he is the president. You must take your work seriously;

3. Absolutely confidential. What you see, hear, and think of, unless the president has clear instructions, no news is allowed to be revealed to the outside world, anyone, including me, and your family;

You'd better not find a girlfriend within four or five years. After five years, you should look at the president's arrangements and use other methods to solve physiological problems. As for what method, I don't need to say more. This is your men's strength.

;

5. Learn continuously, learn how to learn, and I don’t need to tell you what to learn. If you stay by the president for a few days, you will naturally know. I hope you can keep up with the president’s rhythm;

6. Although you are the president's secretary, your salary is paid by the Nan family. Your work scope only revolves around the Nan family's affairs. The excess part of the president will calculate your salary separately.

Although the Nan family was founded by the president, to the president's words, the Nan family is the Nan family of all the Nan family, not the Nan family of the Nan family, nor the Nan family of the president's personal Nan family."

Finally, Masami Uedo said meaningfully: "You should savor this sentence yourself and don't get a wrong understanding."

"Thank you for your advice from Secretary-General Shangdo, I will definitely remember it in my heart." Han Zhenhe bowed and said.

"By the way, you don't need to bow in front of the president in the future, unless it's a very formal occasion."

Han Zhenhe bowed again and said, "Yes, I understand."

Masami Uedo smiled, and after negotiating with the access control, she entered Scarlett Manor.

Fifteen minutes later, the two arrived at the shooting range of the manor.

"Zhenhe, have you been in the military service?"

"Yes, President."

"Then let's play with me, Galil, you should be very easy to use."

Nan Yi picked up a Galil assault rifle from the table, pulled the bolt, pulled the bullet back, then removed the magazine, and handed the gun to Han Zhenhe after separation.

Han Zhenhe took the gun, accurately but not skillfully launched the bullet, aiming at the target and pulling the trigger.

"Eight Ring Road, not bad. You are in your hands. The National Defense Forces of Yiguo have always been very interested in it. The special forces would rather choose the M16 series or the captured AK series from the military aid of the two countries, while the conventional forces are in the same way as the
To be continued...