Ren Bufan thought for a moment: "What about the second way?"

"The second way is to be an agent. We are responsible for the selection, promotion and sales of your works. We will be responsible for finding critics, holding art exhibitions, and making picture albums for you. During the period of being an agent, you only need to give us a purchase price, and the work belongs to the gallery. You don't need to ask how much it costs. For example, if I buy one of your paintings for 500 yuan, even if I sell 50,000 yuan, it has nothing to do with you. However, your fame will slowly become popular in cooperation, with a contract period of at least one year, and at least 10 excellent works are provided."

“Are there any other options?”

"Yes! You can sign a contract with our gallery. However, after signing the contract, you can only cooperate with our gallery. Of course, we are currently the only one in the city, so there is no need to worry about this. We usually purchase a batch of excellent paintings every year and assign production tasks from time to time. If the customer is not satisfied, it will be invalidated and there is no share of the work. If you sell the work, you will get 70% and we will get 30% and the contract will be at least three years." The old man said slowly, "Among the three options, you can consider it clearly and then choose any. No matter how you cooperate, it will be beneficial to you!"

Ren Bufan lowered his head and thought for a while: "It is definitely impossible to sign a contract. I have a lot of things to do. As for the agent, it also needs to sign a contract for one year..."

"In this way, if there is no contract signing now, I can also buy paintings from you in the form of an agent, which is to support new painters. However, the price of each painting will not be very high. And how much we sell after buying out has nothing to do with you." The old man said, "Of course, new paintings are difficult to sell at high prices. You can try it first and then decide which method to choose."

"If I want to sell these paintings, how much will you pay for?" Ren Bufan asked.

The old man raised his right hand and stretched out his five fingers: "500 yuan per piece!"

500 per picture, 10 is 5,000! Ren Bufan really didn’t expect that a painting like himself could sell for 500?

No! His purchase price is 500, which means that the actual value is more than this. If he has no profit, how could he do it?

All sales agents? But in this case, I don’t know how long it will take to sell it, nor how much it can be sold.

Now I need a channel to make money quickly...

After thinking for a while, I finally decided: "In this way, I want to sell five oil paintings on behalf of others. Then I will sell the rest to you in an agent form."

"Yes." The old man smiled, "Try it first, and then decide on the cooperation method based on the customer's reaction to your work. It is a very correct decision. Then these five oil paintings will be hung in our gallery for sale. I will buy the other nine ink and wash landscape paintings for 500 yuan each, totaling 4,500 yuan. Do you need to transfer or cash?"

"Cash! I don't have a bank card."

"It's more convenient to get a card early," said the old man. "Would you like to stay here in the afternoon and see if anyone appreciates your paintings?"

"No, I still have something to do!" Ren Bufan shook his head, "If you can, I hope I can get the money as soon as possible."

"Okay! But you have to leave a phone number first, and have an ID card to confirm for me. We have to record the painter's information, otherwise how can we sell it?"

Ren Bufan immediately took out his ID card and recorded his name and address for the old man, and informed him of his mobile phone number.

After the registration was completed, the old man called Wang Yuan up.

"Boss!" Wang Yuan walked to the old man and bowed respectfully.

"Give him 4,500 yuan as the purchase fee for these paintings! Then hang up these paintings to see the responses of the guests in the afternoon."

"Okay boss!" Wang Yuan immediately packed up his paintings and rolled them up carefully.

Ren Bufan followed Wang Yuan downstairs and arrived at the cash register Zhao Ning. Huang Lin came over and said, "What's the situation?"

"The boss said that you can frame these paintings and hang them up to see how customers react in the afternoon." Wang Yuan handed the paintings to them, "Be careful, don't break them."

"Is this little ghost's painting really sold in our gallery? Can it be sold?" Zhao Ning glanced at Ren Bufan and wondered what the boss was doing?

"Since the boss is interested in it, it means he has a good painting." Wang Yuan said, "Hurry up and I'll withdraw the money to him first."

Zhao Ning and Huang Lin looked at each other. Since the boss said so, as an employee, he naturally had to do so.

The two of them took Ren Bufan's paintings and framed them next to them, and their movements were extremely careful.

"Come on, I'll count the money first." Wang Yuan called Ren Bufan over and opened the cash register drawer to take out a thick stack of banknotes.

Ren Bufan stared at the red money excitedly, and he was naturally happy to make money.

As for the old man who was upstairs, after Ren Bufan followed Wang Yuan down, he took out a mobile phone from his pocket and dialed a number: "Hey! Lao Liang, I found a new painter with unique potential, and also bought a batch of good-quality paintings. Don't you like ink paintings? Come and take a look! As long as you like which one you like, the friendship price is 1,000! Yes! Our good friends for many years, otherwise where can I buy it? Quality? Are you satisfied with the copy yesterday? Yes? The same person painted it. That is, it's sold you 1,000 per painting, and what price will you say it won't appreciate in the future! I've already hung up the painting, and I bought it if I came late, so don't blame me for not leaving it for you! Okay, that's it! Come as soon as possible anyway."

Ren Bufan didn't know that the painting that the old man bought from him for 500 yuan was sold to someone else for 1,000 yuan. At this time, his eyes were staring at the banknotes in Wang Yuan's hand, and he was nervous.

After counting it three times, Wang Yuan confirmed that there was no error, so he handed the money to Ren Bufan: "4,500 yuan, get it!"

"Okay!" Ren Bufan quickly took it and stuffed the money into his outer pocket, "Then I'll leave first?"

"Don't stay and see if your paintings are popular?" Wang Yuan asked, "There will be a little more customers at about 13 o'clock. Maybe someone likes your paintings and may buy them on the spot."

"No!" Ren Bufan shook his head and said, "I still have to work hard and don't have time. I must set out now and finish the work quickly. Come and take a look next Saturday, and hope that the paintings will be sold at that time."

"Okay! Then be careful on the way. It is not safe to carry so much money. There is a bank not far away from the other side, so you can save it first."
Chapter completed!