Chapter 1375 Paintings

October 3, weather: sunny.

"If our company cannot survive this period of sluggish performance, how can we have the market position to cooperate with your company's subsequent product promotion?

How can we build an ecosystem for your company's products?

How can you be sure that these technologies that have not yet been decrypted can make our Pingguo company return to its peak?

Remember, our company is also one of the shareholders and also occupies a board seat!

As long as we increase capital, other shareholders will be forced to follow up! If your company does not follow up, it will lose more shares!"

Listening to the "threat" of Pingguo CEO Kuko, Rosen Technology President Smith smiled and nodded.

"Jiuzhou Technology has technology authorization for their cooperative enterprises and uses technology evaluation to invest. If your company has funds to increase investment, I personally welcome it. After all, these funds can help our Rosen Technology develop technology faster, and even commercialize these robots as soon as possible, instead of relying on promotional videos and a few samples to attract investment."

Smith's smile is very sincere, as if he has been through years of hard training. When people see it, they feel that his smile is from the heart.

But as Pingguo CEO Kuko who has been "mixed" in the West for many years, how could he not see this degree of fake smile?

Moreover, he knows better than those outsiders how strong the financial strength of Rosen Technology is now.

Not to mention the investment of several large banks, including its own Pingguo, Nvidia, Google and other companies have also invested. Before Rosen Technology has no products, everyone may regard it as an investment in the future, without too much capital injection.

But after Rosen Technology's robots and intelligent AI came out, everyone wanted to increase investment!

After a pause, he made a promise: "400 million, as long as you agree that our Pingguo company can be the first cooperative enterprise and provide us with relevant technology within half a year, 300 million bearer bonds, gold, and dividends from certain minerals will all become your family wealth.

If you still think it's too troublesome, we can set up a family charity fund for you, inject 400 million cash into it, and give the control to you or your family."

"400 million US dollars? This is really a lot of money." Smith said with a vague look: "But you should know that Rosen Technology is no longer controlled by me, the so-called president. Uncle Sam's official and JPMorgan Chase have management director seats."

After hearing Smith's reply, Kuko stretched out his right hand and smiled: "Just nod your head. Even if this matter cannot succeed, there will be an entrepreneur who spends 20 million US dollars to buy several paintings at your wife's painting exhibition. Of course, in fact, someone spent 5 million to buy paintings at your wife's exhibition three days ago.

Your wife was very happy to take a photo with this friend."

Hearing this, Smith also stood up and stretched out his right hand.

While shaking hands, he said, "Some of my wife's works are well received in the circle. Everyone has come to support her during this period. Thank you."

It is of course a pleasure to be well received in the circle and to be supported by everyone with money.

Pingguo Company is making crazy bets on the future life and death.

Smith naturally knew about this, but he himself was not the real manager of Rosen Technology. Faced with such free money, as long as the other party's qualifications were enough to attract the attention of the real manager, he dared to accept the money.

After negotiating the cooperation, Kuko left with a smile and got on his own car.

"It's still early now. Let's go and see the paintings of President Smith's artist wife. We can have some topics to talk about next time."

After giving the order to the assistant, the assistant sent a location of the exhibition not too far away to the navigation software next to the driver.

An hour later.

Pingguo CEO Kuko, an elite who has received higher education, has some understanding of art, and has even seen many masterpieces of painters, stood in front of a primary school student's graffiti with a twitching face.

There was also an exhibition guide next to him, working diligently: "The painting in front of you was painted by Mrs. X last Christmas.

The turkey, apples and other objects in the painting are accurately shaped and very beautiful, and the composition of the objects in this painting is very comfortable and reasonable. The relationship between the bright colors and black, white and gray is clear.

The purity, brightness, cold and warm of the pigments used in this painting are just right, which also makes the picture atmosphere of this painting very good, the rhythm is also very good, and the virtual and real processing is very good.

A professor from the Academy of Fine Arts once commented on this painting as The best art school test paper he had seen recently, but the professor didn't know that Mrs. X had never entered the art school system to study painting.

Mrs. X often said that 'art should be learned in life. A cup of tea, a turkey and a gold bracelet can create the best scenery. '

I also agree with this. After all, art comes from life and can be higher than life. "

Huh...

Kuko took a deep breath, looked at the guide beside him, and suddenly said, "How much is your daily salary?"

The guide was interrupted and stunned for a moment.

But then, the guide showed a professional smile and replied, "Three hundred dollars, sir. I graduated from..."

"OK, they really know how to do business, so be it."

After letting the assistant pay the balance of the guide, Kuko left the exhibition directly.

Back in the car, as soon as he closed his eyes, he would recall the graffiti he had just seen.

"The messy colors, those kitchen utensils are even worse than children's graffiti! Such paintings are actually worth millions, no wonder the collectors have been saying they are crazy for some time."

After complaining helplessly, Kuko still instructed his assistant: "Use my wife's name to bid for a normal painting for one million."

When the assistant heard this task, he suddenly hesitated and said: "Boss, one million to buy Mrs. Smith's normal level painting may not be enough."

...

After a short silence, Kuko waved his hand.

"No, go ask the lady what jewelry she needs, and give it to her in your name, with a budget of one million. Buy less gold and more bricks and stones."

The assistant nodded and agreed when he heard the familiar task.

Through the car window, Kuko looked at the art museum not far away that had held exhibitions for famous works, and even felt a little sorry in his heart: it is an insult to art to let such rubbish paintings be easily sold at a price that the master could not sell during his lifetime.