City W, Jiulin Art Museum.

Dai Ming looked at the paintings exhibited in the art gallery.

This is the paintings of a group of new painters in China, and they are basically Western paintings. This exhibition mainly encourages young writers, but because of the lack of the effect of famous writers, there are obviously fewer people. In other words, people will feel that they belong to "famous works" when they see foreigners' names. If they are not famous writers, they will subconsciously feel that their works are full of flaws.

This is Dai Ming’s second time. The last time he came, he remembered that there were reporters from TV stations here to report.

Jiulin Art Museum is the largest art museum in W City, no doubt about it.

To start an art exhibition here, it is impossible to spend money, and you must have a high level of artistic attainments.

Dai Ming glanced at the venue in front of him, and he was fascinated by these Western paintings.

From childhood to adulthood, his favorite course is art classes.

At that time, classmates in the class would always gather behind him and appreciate his paintings.

All kinds of praise are commonplace for him.

"Dai Ming is really a genius..."

"My God, it's so well drawn..."

"Dai Ming, you are honest with the teacher. No one has taught you? If this is the case, you must learn art! You are born to be a stake in this bowl!"

Dai Ming walked step by step, because he was too obsessed with his eyes and accidentally bumped into someone.

"sorry!"

Dai Ming looked to his side, but was stunned.

She was a very fashionable curly-haired woman, and Dai Ming was stunned because she was so beautiful. She should have just put on a little light makeup on her face, but she had a beautiful look that was completely different from the faces of internet celebrities.

"It's okay." The woman looked at the painting Dai Ming had just admired, "Do you like realistic Western paintings?"

"So that's it... I can't understand the kind of abstract Western painting with high attainments."

"Is this true?" the woman nodded and said, "I'm actually the same."

"Realistic paintings?"

"To be precise, I don't like abstract art paintings. Many people often have a bunch of paintings that don't understand the content. I don't want to draw such works."

"Are you a painter too?"

"It's not considered a matter of it, it's not the main business. I can't make much money. Just watch it slowly, the exhibition will be withdrawn soon."

She obviously didn't want to talk about this topic with strangers, and after saying this, she left the exhibition hall.

Watching the woman's back made Dai Ming a little confused.

What exactly does she mean?

Afterwards, Dai Ming continued to watch these paintings.

He walked to the last exhibition hall.

As he walked slowly, Dai Ming looked over one by one.

Walking along...

Dai Ming suddenly stopped in front of one of the paintings.

He looked at the painting in front of him in disbelief, opened his eyes wide, revealing a horrified expression.

"Impossible...this is impossible!"

Behind Dai Ming, several people stopped to admire the painting and whispered.

"This is too painted..."

"Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand, this should be art."

"But the painting is too realistic."

Dai Ming couldn't help but walk up, stretched out his hands and was about to touch the painting.

"Sir! Sir!"

At this time, the security guard rushed up quickly and stopped Dai Ming!

"Sir, our paintings can be photographed, but they must not be touched!" If the security guard had not stopped them quickly, Dai Ming's hand would have touched him.

Dai Mingzai carefully distinguished the painting in front of him: "It's so similar... it's exactly the same..."

However, under the introduction of the painting, there is no name of the painting, nor the identity of the writer.

Then, he immediately looked at the security guard and shouted: "Who is the author of this painting? Can you help me contact him?"

The security guard became puzzled and asked, "Are you a collector? Do you want to buy paintings? But the paintings in this exhibition hall are all non-sale products. Moreover, I am a security guard. How do I know the contact information of the painter?"

Dai Ming did not care about this much and insisted: "I have to meet this painter. Is there any way to contact him?"

"I really don't know this... In this way, you can go to our third floor library office, and you may be able to contact the author there."

Dai Ming then calmed down.

OK... Go to the library office!

"Okay, thank you."

The third floor of Jiulin Art Museum, the Library Management Office.

Dai Ming gently pushed open the door and looked at the office with more than ten people in front of him.

"Sir, what's wrong?"

A female clerk stood up and asked.

"That's right," Dai Ming walked in and gently brought the door. "I just saw a painting downstairs... Well, for some reason, I want to contact the author of the painting."

“Are you going to buy paintings?”

"No, no, that's a painting in the non-sale exhibition hall."

Even if he wants to buy it, he can't afford it. Although it is just works by some new painters, these paintings are sky-high prices for him.

"Then I'm sorry, we cannot provide you with the contact information of the painter. If you are simply appreciating the paintings and want to say to the author, you can leave a message on the official website of our art gallery's exhibition. But you have to hurry up. The exhibition is all about the works of a group of new generation painters in China, but the response is not particularly enthusiastic. The exhibition will be withdrawn in two days. After the exhibition is withdrawn, you can't comment."

"I, I have something to say to him... I can only say to the painter."

"This is more troublesome. Sir, if you want to buy a painting, maybe I can also contact you. If you don't give me any reason, it's hard for us to do it."

reason……

Can Dai Ming tell the reason?

This is a secret buried in his heart for many years.

The other party will probably think that he is mentally abnormal.

Dai Ming thought for a while and said, "Or, can you convey a sentence to the painter? Hearing this sentence, maybe he will be willing to meet me on his own initiative."

The clerks in the office all looked over.

A young man in a suit and tie came over and said, "Sir, may I ask you your surname?"

"I... my last name is Dai, the Dai, the de Gaulle."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! "That's right, Mr. Dai." The young man handed Dai Ming a business card, "My surname is Han, and I am the planner and person in charge of this exhibition in the art museum. Do you particularly like this painting?"

like?

"Maybe you can tell me which painting it is?"

"K12 exhibition hall, the painting has no name, and the author has no signature, but the painting is..."

"I know which one it is."

Manager Han's face changed slightly.

Obviously, there is only one painting that is signed by the work and the author.

"Mr. Dai, what do you want to say to the author? In this way, I will convey it to you. Or, do you have any special requests?"

Dai Ming thought for a while, lowered his voice, and said something in a voice that only he and Manager Han could hear.

After hearing that sentence, Manager Han showed a rather surprised expression.

"this……"

"My mobile phone number is..." Dai Ming said his contact information and bowed to Manager Han, "Manager Han, please be sure to help me convey it to this painter, thank you!"

Manager Han took out his cell phone, wrote down Dai Ming's cell phone number, and said helplessly: "Then... OK."

"Thank you...thank you..."

After Dai Ming walked out, a staff member came over and said, "Manager, what did he say to you just now?"

"Manager, are you really going to contact the author?"

Manager Han looked at the number on the screen of his mobile phone and said, "The response of this exhibition is far less than the director's expectations. As the exhibition is about to be withdrawn, fewer people are coming to the exhibition day by day, and no paintings have been sold. I wondered if this person is the son of a private collector, and he may want to bypass the art gallery and buy paintings directly from the writer."

"I don't think it's like?"

"Anyway, this will not cost us much. I planned this exhibition, and it was over, and I was not willing to do so. Forget it...just take a try."

Dai Ming walked out of the art museum with a thrill of heart, took out his cell phone, and made a call.
Chapter completed!