While the outside world was in a turmoil, Lu Xiaobu was meeting someone.
It was that American collector—Smith.
"What do you want from me?"
Lu Xiaobu looked at Smith in front of him and said.
"I want to collaborate with you."
Smith said earnestly.
Lu Xiaobu: "In what area?!"
Smith: "Bamboo art?"
Lu Xiaobu: "You can collaborate on that?! Isn't bamboo art just an art piece to you? Why is there a need for collaboration on this?!"
In his view, art has always been the patent of the few, and you talk about getting the public to accept so-called art?!
That's nothing more than a fool's dream.
Let alone the so-called collaboration!
When Smith heard this, he just smiled and said: "Mr. Lu, you might not have been involved in this kind of business yet, so that's why you'd say something like this. Art can be very profitable."
Lu Xiaobu raised an eyebrow: "How so?"
