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Fang Funong began to tell Xia Weiming how he was splashed with paint in a brothel located in the red light district.On the big stage, a small round and rotatable stage protrudes like an island protruding from the sea. Two beauties with big breasts are performing pole dancing.The choice of place is sensual, and the story of the incident is also full of ups and downs.

He abandoned Tange in the hotel.He wasn't worried at all about Tang E messing around behind Zhan Yifei's back. He hinted that those tall and beautiful white models were suffering from some kind of serious disease. Ernest Tang, who didn't even know a few words of English, could barely walk in this place.

He had been to this place when he was a student, but he didn't expect that the tables and chairs would remain the same after more than ten years.Fang Funong's eyes fell on them intermittently, and he said to Xia Weiming that he and Alberts had a very happy conversation at the beginning, and they hated seeing each other late, but the weird old man suddenly turned his face and asked sharply, are you really Is it a model?

"I can tell if a man is a model, not just by the way his hips move when he walks, but also by his speech and manner. No model can tell that this piece of mine was inspired by Joseph Cornell's "The Box Series", they will only widen their beautiful eyes, open their beautiful lips, and say, these paintings are no different from children's graffiti in my opinion."

It really is so.

The eccentric white old man decided that this was a young artist from the East, who was forced to make a living just like himself decades ago, and had to take some jobs that made a living out of his skin.

For a moment, Fang Funong wanted to deny it to the end, but he finally decided to respect the artist's judgment. He explained that he was not an artist struggling to make a living, but a businessman, looking for a vacancy in the minds of potential customers.

Alberts was really furious.

"I hate businessmen! Commercialization is incompatible with art, and all businessmen stink!" He threw away the paint brush in his hand, angrily, "You are so dishonest! I don't think we need to Cooperation!"

As expected, Fang Funong calmed down and said, "Before you force me out of the house, can you let me finish my sentence?"

The old white man waved his dead-twig-like fingers to signal the other party to continue talking.

"You keep saying that you hate commercialization, but in fact, you can't ignore or even rely heavily on commercial development—"

"You are baselessly planting—"

Ebbs interrupted Fang Funong, and Fang Funong interrupted him in turn, "I have a basis," he said with a smile, "If I'm wrong, it's never too late for you to get angry."

"When you were 19, you left Poland and came to New York. You made a living by selling paintings on the street. No one paid $5 for a portrait because you didn't look like it at all. The people you painted complained that it was too bad. Already!"

"3 to 8 dollars a piece, at most a dozen pieces can be sold a day!"

"You are hungry when a painting cannot be sold, but you are even more disturbed when you sell more than a dozen a day, because your creativity is stifled, and you must try to make your characters and paying guests as good as possible. Look alike, the eyes must be two, the nose cannot grow under the mouth, that is not art, it is just copying and sketching—oh, you didn’t mention these in your autobiography, I guessed it myself.”

He is such a naive and lovely old man, he can't hide his emotions when someone speaks out.Fang Funong is confident. For a sales expert, empathy is only the first step, and the next step is to occupy the minds of customers.

"In 74, you brought a dozen prostitutes to show your performance art at a music festival that swept the United States. You thought you could attract attention in one fell swoop, but unfortunately there were half-naked or fully naked hippies with weird behavior. They thought you and Like them, they completely ignored you when they saw a rock singer. The show was so mediocre, no one could understand your artistic endeavors, and you developed severe paranoid mental disorders, visual hallucinations, auditory hallucinations, and finally had to Living in a mental hospital, the life in the mental hospital was very difficult, but it became the golden period of your artistic creation. Your most recognized works were born at that time." Fang Fu Nong paused, then smiled, "These are I read it in your autobiography."

"Then you met your partner Thomas, who became the only gap between you and the world. For a long time, for more than [-] years, you were responsible for immersing yourself in your own art world and creating, Thomas He is responsible for all vulgar market operations. He is responsible for contacting the star curators of the Venice Biennale, so that you will not be swept out with your work again. He will give you the opportunity to communicate with many luxury brands or fashion brands. Cross-border cooperation, directly turning your talents into real money... You have always been a good partner—until two years ago." Fang Fu Nong paused again, "I have to say that Thomas' public relations methods are very strong, I can't necessarily do better than him."

The old white man did not speak, but raised his chin stubbornly.

"You moved to Amsterdam from New York two years ago. Apart from the prettier girls in the red-light district, I think a large part of the reason is that your mental illness has relapsed." Nong added, "Before I entered the door, I saw the box of risperidone tablets in the wastebasket. You don't have to hide your mental problems, anyway, most real artists are mentally ill."

"Cooperating with those big luxury brands is not as easy as imagined. For example, you can design a large number of tapered upward geometric figures in Dior's advanced ready-to-wear spring and summer show, but it is not allowed to directly draw male genitalia. This makes you Thinking back to the days when you sold paintings on the street at the age of 19, you find that your creativity has dried up again."

Nothing sounds more insulting to an artist than being creatively exhausted, and Albers was furious, fingers trembling like dead branches, "How dare you—"

"Just like the works you are creating now, you say that the idea comes from Cornell's 'box', but in fact, as early as 82, your "Polish Rhapsody" has already taken this inspiration. One even copied himself Isn’t Jiang Lang’s talent exhausted——”

This time, the dead-twig-like fingers touched the paint bucket, and when Ebbs raised his hand, half of the bucket of red paint was splashed on the other side.

Fang Funong reacted quickly, and used his hat to block part of it, but the rest of the paint still splashed all over him.

"You used to be a stinking businessman, but now you finally have some artistic flair." Ebbs was very satisfied with the other party's embarrassment, and said, "I almost fell for you."

He stood up with a slight smile, and bowed to the angry old man, "I'm very sincere, I'll visit again tomorrow."

Just left.

I went to visit several times in succession, but each time it ended with a smack on the nose, and each time Tang E laughed so hard that he almost fell to the ground, and he didn't have to do anything himself, Fang Funong messed up the matter himself.Ernishtang swept away all the haze, and he was in a surprisingly good mood, he deserved it!Do you really think you can do anything?See how you explain to your boss!

There seemed to be a turning point in the latest visit. When Fang Fuonong arrived at Albers’ studio, he happened to see two old white men scolding in the street. They were standing on the balcony of the small red brick house with loudspeakers, separated by Yelling at the street 20 meters apart.

Fang Funong watched from the sidelines for a while, and the scolding situation cannot be regarded as evenly matched. Thomas is a good publicist. "Old dog" and "bastard" barely parried.

Seeing that Thomas was getting more and more courageous in the battle, Ebbs couldn't intervene at all, Fang Funong simply climbed up to the balcony - the seventeenth floor is not a problem, isn't this height a piece of cake.He snatched the loudspeaker from Albers' hand, and opened his mouth to Thomas on the balcony opposite Xie, "I'll fuck you!"

Not only Thomas who was being scolded, but even Ebbs didn't think about this trick, and the two white old men were stunned immediately.

Then Fang Funong spat out a series of cursing in Beijing, which was so magnificent.Even Albers was encouraged, imitating his tone and cursing two or three times: "I will eat (fuck) your uncle!"

Thomas was completely caught off guard. He didn't understand a word, but he clearly felt the mockery from the other side.He resentfully put down the trumpet in his hand, and went away resentfully.

After a big victory, this eccentric and cute old artist finally let go. He said, if you want to impress someone, I can’t just rely on words. A screaming work of art.

More or less, it still means to ask the other party to retreat in spite of difficulties.

Fang Fu Nong explained to Xia Weiming that this old man may receive invitations from luxury groups such as LVMH or Kering every day, and the market is full of noise. He did this just to give his customers a brand memory point.

"Brand memory?" Although Xia Weiming himself is an expert in creativity, he couldn't agree with Fang Funong's pretentiousness in front of Alberts. The impression will only stay on a public relations gentleman who is overconfident and not arrogant!"

"Isn't that great, at least now I am as impressed as Marc Jacobs in his eyes. Besides, only ordinary people will hold grudges for such trivial things, and an artist will never be so narrow-minded." Facing the two on stage The hard-working showgirl whistled, Fang Funong turned his head and smiled at Xia Weiming, "I think this old guy is about to fall in love with me."

"Impossible, you are not his type."

"He likes George Clooney?"

"No. Why guess like that?"

"I like it." Fang Funong hooked the corners of his mouth charmingly, his brows were coquettishly raised, and his eyes were full of indecency, "If Clooney wants to fuck me, I will take off my pants without saying a word."

Xia Weiming gave him a clear look, and continued, "Ebbs had an unforgettable love story when he was young. He never mentioned it to anyone, and he didn't write it down in his autobiography. I also accidentally heard Thomas Just mention it."

"Oh?" Fang Funong expressed his interest.

"When he had the most serious mental problems, he went to the East to find inspiration. After passing through India, Saudi Arabia, and Cambodia, he came to Japan. He was penniless and was stayed by a kind Japanese youth for a year. The Japanese youth became his lover later, which inspired all his creative passion. He once thought of painting a painting or making a soft sculpture for him, but he destroyed the work countless times when he was about to complete it. , He said that any human artist is not enough to commemorate such a beauty, only God can. I vaguely know that Japanese youth with black hair and phoenix eyes, with a handsome appearance, is quite different from you anyway.”

After the performance of the two pole dancing prostitutes, the background music on the stage played the smash hit "Lady Marmalade" in 74. Suddenly, eight women with heavy makeup, big breasts and wide buttocks poured out of the background, holding paintbrushes, Props such as paint.

The auditorium was obviously boiling, usually only one or two people performed sex performances, and it was rare to see such a big scene.And Fang Funong leaned on his arm, flipped over the front seat vigorously, and walked onto the stage.

Xia Weiming was taken aback: "Where are you...going?"

"I heard from Ebbers' studio assistant that the old guy will come here to have fun tonight." Fang Funong unbuttoned his buttoned shirt, revealing his strong and beautiful pectoral and abdominal muscles, smiling Already, "It's my turn."

Mr. PR didn't know at the moment that Zhan Yifei had already contacted Tang E and Xia Weiming's assistants. Because the filming progress was repeatedly delayed, the unbearable president of Miya finally came to Amsterdam in person.