There are many people performing in the open-air square, and there are also many hawkers selling art and various products, which are very lively.

Chen Chu and Bai Molu walked over. In the most conspicuous position, there were several people performing jazz. Several people who performed were not young anymore and their skills were not as good as those of them. They cooperated very well, and they obviously performed together often.

Except for some bands and singers who have performed here to enhance their fame, most of the rest are street artists who rely on performing here to make a living, or increase their income to subsidize their family income.

The jazz-performing team in front of Chen Chu and Bai Mo appear belongs to street artists. When they passed by, they saw a lot of money scattered in the box in front of the jazz-performing box. In addition to the US, there were also a lot of euros, pounds, etc., which were obviously left by tourists.

Bai Molu and Chen Chu listened for a moment. Both of them were not professional, but they also felt very good. Bai Molu turned her head and said in Chen Chu's ear, "They seem to be performing well!"

The first time I heard such a street artist's performance, I left the tuner and the sound card, and those who could perform on the street were all made by some tricks, otherwise it would be embarrassing.

Bai Molu and Chen Chu are the first time they listen to such street performances. They feel very novel. After a few years, this kind of street performance will also be spread to China. There will be many wandering singers or street artists performing in the subway, overpass, parks, etc., but in this day, it is still very rare in China. A few years ago, you dare to make trouble on the street and just act as a blind liberation bureau.

Bai Molu took a step forward, took out a fifty-degree American knife and put it in the box before the jazz performance. Before leaving the hotel, Chen Chu and Bai Molu exchanged a lot of small receipts. According to the unwritten regulations here, they had to pay a certain tip for anything they did. Chen Chu and Bai Molu also prepared some.

Seeing Bai Molu put down the tip, several people who performed jazz all looked at Bai Molu with gratitude, and then the tones of the brass, bass, drummers and guitar performers all increased a little bit, and the rhythm began to become cheerful.

Even outsiders can tell that this is a band performing jazz and expressing gratitude to Bai Molu.

Hearing these music, Bai Molu couldn't help but smile. Chen Chu and Bai Molu finished listening to a song and then walked to the side.

While Chen Chu and Bai Molu were spinning in the open-air square, at some point, the eyes of several people from a small stall stared at Chen Chu and Bai Molu, with a greedy look in their eyes. When Bai Molu gave the tip just now, they all saw it!

Chen Chu and Bai Molu walked on the open-air square. In addition to performing music, there were also some performance art people, and the most were painters and vendors, forming a large trading market.

Although not many people have completed transactions, there are many people waiting here. Some people are selling their paintings, and some painters who are not prepared for space and act coldly like masters, sitting there waiting for those who are destined to buy them.

There are all kinds of paintings, which makes people feel dazzling. Whether it is oil paintings, landscape paintings, or abstracts, or postmodern portraits, they are all available. So, that's another matter. Any painting that appears here is really not worth collecting. As for the chances of paintings entering the exhibition hall from here, it is almost negligible.

These artists here are actually just persisting or waiting for an illusory opportunity. One day their paintings will be sought after by mainstream society...

As for when that day will come, everyone is not sure.

There were endless hawking sounds, "These paintings have great collection value. No matter how long they will be, they will be famous all over the world like Whistler's oil paintings!"

Hearing a hawking sound, Chen Chu couldn't help but step down. He saw a man in his thirties dressed in old clothes, trying hard to sell his paintings to the people in front of him, but after a long time of slander, there were very few people willing to buy them.

Jason Boya stood there with a bad look on his face, and the screams came from his stomach reminded him that he should eat.

As a street painter, Jason Boya is not an orthodox professional, but he really likes paintings. When he was young, he worked and studied half-matched in North America, traveled all over North America, learned a lot of schools and painters, and visited many artists' art exhibitions.

Art is like sports, and it is a money-burning industry. It is difficult to develop in this industry without money. The most basic thing is to buy paints, painting tools, and paper. I have worked hard to find many brain cells. After modifying the paintings, no one cares about them. After drawing them, you have to invest huge resources and open art exhibitions for publicity to be well-known.

The paintings that are made with great difficulty are not only a mental pressure, but more importantly, they cannot bear it. Even eating is a problem, let alone spending money on hype and holding art exhibitions. This is also the reason why street painters are poor and destitute, and it is almost a vicious cycle.

Jason Boya officially entered the painter industry a few years ago. Unlike other painters who can't hold up in half a year, Jason Boya is a high-yield painter, but the output is not low, but few people are interested in what he has drawn, which quickly consumes all the money he has accumulated, and even eats hungry and full.

After touching his belly, which had not eaten a bite from yesterday noon to today, Jason Boya felt that his eyelids were a little heavy. Looking at the paintings placed in front of him, Jason Boya couldn't help but sigh. Jason Boya didn't know how long it would take for such a day when no one cares about it and could not fill his belly.

Jason Boya, who was about to pack up and save some effort to go back early, felt that the front of her suddenly dim. She looked up and saw two figures appearing in front of him. Under the sunshine, he could not see the figures of Chen Chu and Bai Molu clearly.

When Jason Boya stood up and saw the figures of the two eastern Kongs standing in front of him, Jason Boya couldn't help but look at Bai Molu. Even though the aesthetic views of the East and the West were different, Bai Molu's quiet and indifferent aura and the eastern Kongs made Jason Boya feel the difference between Bai Molu.

"I have any paintings you want, either scenery, characters, oil paintings, or sketches. These are all fine works. In the future, these can be listed on Sotheby's Auction House and will definitely have collection value!" Jason Boya said his set of words again.

Jason Boya learned a lot of things, and he was involved in various styles and genres of works, but this also made him very broadly involved, but it was difficult to form his own style.

Chen Chu waved his hand and did not let Jason Boya continue to praise him. He and Bai Molu came here not to see him such tattered people.

Chen Chu took out a sketch, which was a figure of a gypsy girl. It was not decorated with ink. With just a few strokes, the expression of a gypsy girl was revealed. This painting was not very exquisite, but it was impressive. The gypsy girl's somewhat confused and helpless expression could be seen at a glance.

"Did you paint this painting?" Chen Chu asked Jason Boya.

When Jason Boya saw the painting, she couldn't help but fall into a memory. It had been several years old. "This is a migrating gypsy tribe I met while traveling in Indiana. I painted it for a girl named Anley, but the day after I painted it, they had left!"

Looking at the painting, Jason Boya couldn't help but recall what happened before. At that time, he had just entered the painting industry and had no other thoughts. He just wanted to paint. Now he had no such belief. He couldn't draw good things when he was hungry!

"If you like this painting, I can..."

Before Jason Boya finished speaking, she saw Chen Chu put the painting back into the large number of paintings, which made Jason Boya look embarrassed. He thought Chen Chu was attracted to the painting.

Chen Chu looked at Jason Boya strangely, not knowing what he was thinking, Bai Molu stood in front of him, what he wanted to do with the portrait of other women, and it would not be enough to burn firewood when he went home.

"I want you to help her draw a portrait!" Chen Chu glanced at Bai Molu, said to Jason Boya, asking him to help Bai Molu draw a picture.

"I am a painter, not a street performer!" Hearing Chen Chu's words, Jason Boya was like a cat with a trampled tail. He always wanted to reject the title of street performer. For this reason, he was alone on the painting. Otherwise, even if he had odd jobs, he would not have been able to do so miserably.

"A hundred dollars in a painting!" Chen Chu ignored Jason Boya's rejection and said directly.

"Impossible, I'm doing it for art!" Jason Boya suppressed his heart and gritted his teeth. One hundred dollars is enough for him to get a complete set of KFC and McDonald's.

Chen Chu glanced at Jason Boya, then looked at Bai Molu. Bai Molu obviously took a few more glances at the portrait of the gypsy girl, and was quite moved.

"Three hundred dollars!"

"Impossible!" Jason Boya refused again, but his voice seemed guilty and his answer was not so sure.

Chen Chu looked at the time. It was almost afternoon now. The entire Jinshan Park had only been around for less than half. Chen Chu didn't want to linger with Jason Boya anymore and said directly, "The last time, one thousand dollars!"

This price is already high enough for an unknown painter. Even a painter with a little fame can draw a painting for others, which is much lower than this price.

Seeing Jason Boya wanting to agree, but she couldn't let go of her face, so her face began to turn red. Bai Molu knew that Chen Chu must have done it on purpose. She held back her smile and looked at Chen Chu angrily, then said to Jason Boya, "Let's do this, let's buy a few paintings on your side and help me draw a bat painting. That thousand dollars is a reward!"

Hearing Bai Mo Lu Hua, Jason Boya finally breathed a sigh of relief and quickly agreed, "You can choose any of these paintings, any paintings are fine!" 2k Reading Network
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