Since World War II, the gallery has represented just over three hundred artists.
In the last decade alone, nearly two hundred have been signed. Hanks doesn't mind signing one more person for the gallery; it shows his seriousness.
"Well, if my nephew is signed, how much can he earn for us in a month?" The aunt couldn't hold back anymore and stretched her neck to ask.
The aunt is an accountant and isn't familiar with Ma Shi Gallery. Listening in, she roughly understands that this gallery seems quite impressive.
"Ma Shi provides a stipend to its artists, typically issuing a check for the next year's stipend at Christmas, but monthly payments are also an option if you prefer."
Hanks thought for a moment and raised a finger.
"For this trip, I specifically applied for a creation stipend, which can amount to ten thousand dollars a year."
The aunt was dumbfounded.
"He's still a student, right? You give him ten thousand dollars... per year! You're not con artists, are you?"
