Chapter 547
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Cong Nianwei couldn't help but laugh when she saw the clown, who had been badmouthing her behind her back two minutes ago, surrender in the blink of an eye.
"You are a guest. Don't you know how to make a pot of good tea for your guest?"
He was trying to send him away because he had something to talk about.
Lan Jin made an "OK" gesture and made a face at him. Then he left the reception room.
Hilton, Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei were left alone, looking dull and helpless.
"Have a seat."
Cong Nianwei tried to hold back her laughter as she greeted Hilton, who was still floating in the air. Qin Guan tried to hide his embarrassment by picking up the newspaper beside him.
Hmm, a TV program preview. That's not bad. Alas, the first American Top Model of the CW is going to be broadcast this week?
The greeting from the other side broke Hilton's charm and brought her back to reality from the love epic of ancient Rome.
"Oh, okay."
"Come on, let's talk about our last cooperation."
Cong Nianwei was smiling gently, but Qin Guan was no longer as good-tempered as he used to be. He was quite serious.
"These are the B-level oil paintings that our gallery can provide. These are the types of artworks we can provide according to the needs of the hotel or other art exhibition centers."
Cong Nianwei took out a brochure from the largest display cabinet in the reception room. She unfolded the thick brochure and handed it to Hilton.
He still had a certain degree of sovereignty over the small matters such as the display of art in the corridors of his hotel and the display of art in the VIP and presidential suites.
This was due to Hilton's keen sense of fashion, as well as her education in art appreciation. In this aspect, she could be said to be gifted.
Although she was criticized for her private life, as a playful rich kid, she wasn't as useless as outsiders thought.
As soon as Cong Nianwei mentioned fashion and art, Hilton seemed to open a new channel of her life. She was no longer as infatuated as she had been a moment ago.
She read the brochure carefully. There were only dozens of pages in front of her, but they contained the painstaking efforts of the new generation of Chinese oil painters.
Qin Guan was the one who had made it happen. The artists in the 798 Art District were all pursuing their dreams.
As the neighbors of the most unruly directors, Qin Guan's name had been mentioned by them.
Therefore, they had introduced him to their friends. The distance between the two shores of the Pacific Ocean could not stop modern oil painters from wandering around.
This group of artists, who had shoulder-length hair and pants that dragged on the floor, had to go to the construction site to make a living, finally welcomed their gospel from the other side of the ocean.
Their creative works were not recognized by domestic galleries and artists, so they didn't want to give up on their dreams.
While supporting one's dreams, one must also live.
There were different ways to live though.
Doing odd jobs was also a way to live, but what if they could make a living with their paintbrushes?
They could earn enough money to support their dreams just by painting some fixed commercial works given by the gallery. This was the first time they had found a way to earn money to support their hobbies. Why not?
They could work for their own interests, so they could have both.
Therefore, the group of people living in the warehouse area no longer needed to worry about tomorrow's bread. Whether it was Western painting or Chinese painting, they had found their own living space.
They no longer had to endure the low prices of Korean art dealers before the annual international art fair.
He sold the painstaking work that he had spent many days creating at the price of cabbages for the sake of survival.
They no longer had to endure the sarcastic and sarcastic attacks of those small gallery owners, whose purpose was to get more commission when they put their paintings up for sale in their shops.
Cong Nianwei had provided them with an international platform, which allowed painters of different schools and styles to find a smoother shortcut to success.
Clap!
Hilton closed the information booklet in her hand. At this moment, the expression on her face was different from the expression that she used to reveal. There was a rather expressionless charm on her face.
"The works in this file include 15 major schools of oil painting. I'm surprised by your ability.
"And there are many works that are sharp and full of tension. This is simply shocking to me."
"However, most of the decorations in our Hilton Hotel are realistic and art nouveau oil paintings. Of course, hanging some minimalist works in the lobby and the hotel's public restrooms is also a plus for our hotel."
"As for the traditional Chinese paintings you mentioned, we can hang the works of top artists in our retro Chinese-style vacation suites."
If you want to hang Zhang Daqian or Qi Baishi, you should ask your fellow Chinese compatriots first. The best works in your hotel are from the China Academy of Fine Arts.
Seeing that Hilton was satisfied with the products, Cong Nianwei didn't say anything else.
She just asked a few simple questions. "How much? What's the price? "
Hilton suddenly thought of something and fished out a quotation from her handbag. Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
It seemed that the girl had come prepared. She had left the hotel's purchasing procedures for the negotiation.
Cong Nianwei was amused by the Hilton Hotel's offer, but she didn't show it on her face.
"Large landscape paintings for 400 dollars, right? Small minimalist paintings for 150 dollars. Thousands of them. How many hotels are you going to replace?"
"Or is it time for your hotel to adjust the details and renovations every season?"
Hilton's heart skipped a beat when she heard Cong Nianwei's question. She's a smart woman! She even knows the details of the Hilton Hotel!
Cong Nianwei's impression of Cong Nianwei suddenly rose. Cong Nianwei smiled inwardly.
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