Almighty painter

Chapter 829 Outside the Art Center
"Thank you, Brother Yang, thank you, it's just... um, here..."

Old Yang saw Gu Weijing's eyes fixed on the shopping bags on the table, and for a long time he didn't know how to start talking.

Bingo!
He hummed with pride in his heart, and his left hand involuntarily touched a small black mole on the side of his face.

well.

Teacher Yang likes the naive look of young people who have never seen the world and are stunned and at a loss by his boldness!

That's right, this is the feeling we want.

The gift he gave to Gu Weijing this time was different from the set of luxury painting supplies he gave to Gu Weijing and his grandson in the parking lot in the afternoon when they first met.

The painting supplies were gifts from the label. No matter how much they were worth, $1 or $10, to Yang Dekang they were free gifts. He could build a warehouse for such things, but it was not convenient to resell them directly online, so it was just right for him to use them as gifts.

Now this suit was bought by Edward Yang.

Every new dollar on the shopping invoice is real money of the stingy "Yang Baopi".

Watches are hard to buy. Cheap ones don't have much value, and expensive ones? Well, they're a bit too expensive. Gu Weijing is not worth Lao Yang's money to give him a Rolex worth tens of thousands of Singapore dollars, even if it's diamond-encrusted.

Venture capital, venture capital.

We have to consider the risk that Gu Weijing really gets himself into trouble with that paper. Wouldn't his investment be wasted?
The gift of clothes is just the right amount, not too much or too little.

Gu Weijing's stunned look greatly satisfied Lao Yang's vanity.

Spending money should feel satisfying.

If you want to show off, you have to experience it.

Old Yang looked at Gu Weijing——

Did he feel the warmth from the uncle? Was he a little shocked and unbelievable in his heart? There was something warm and cozy surging in his heart, as if he was drinking a bowl of hot braised pork with fried liver while strolling on the cold street.

Are you about to shed a tear of emotion?
"Take the road."

Yang Dekang was very satisfied with Gu Weijing's dazed and helpless expression.

Children who have never seen the world are easily moved and easy to bribe.

Don't be shy, cry, cry, if you are moved and want to cry, just cry boldly! Teacher Yang has a broad embrace, which can allow a shocked young man like him, who is only 18 or 19 years old, to cry loudly and bow down to him.

"Brother Yang, thank you so much, I am very touched."

After a brief moment of surprise, Gu Weijing spoke as Lao Yang expected, but the only drawback was that the other party's tone sounded a little too calm.

"It's a small matter, a small matter——"

"But, just the day before yesterday, someone sent me a set of clothes, saying that I should wear them during the interview."

Before Old Yang finished speaking, he heard Gu Weijing's words and suddenly turned in another direction he had not expected.

Ok?
This time it was Yang Dekang who was stunned.

And this thing?
Turn around.

Teacher Yang was angry.

He had been there for a long time, pretending to be cool all the way to the Raffles Hotel, and picking on Gu Weijing's clothes for a long time, wasn't it just for this moment? He was busy watering and fertilizing, how could he let outsiders take away his favor.

The killer instinct in his heart suddenly kicked in, and he vaguely felt that some bad guys were trying to take over the young vegetable seedlings in his field.

act recklessly!

Although he is not tall, I really think of him, Yang Dekang, as Wu Dalang!
"Who sent it?"

Old Yang frowned.

Who would come into contact with a young artist like Gu Weijing who was in the middle of trouble but seemed to have some potential at this time?
He felt he had guessed the truth.

"From the tone of your voice, it's not a gift from your grandfather, right? If it was given by your grandfather, Brother Yang would have nothing to say. But if it was given by an outsider, you should be more cautious. You don't know what those people are thinking. Many of them are bad... Is it an art dealer from somewhere? Or a sponsor of a clothing brand? How did they find you?"

The middle-aged uncle stared at Gu Weijing, his tone full of grief and sorrow, as if a man selling oil-baked cakes saw his young wife having an affair with the neighbor Wang Po.

These people are unclean!
"The business of being an agent is very complicated. Some shameless people take advantage of the temptation of young people and will deceive others into selling themselves to them by spending tens of thousands of dollars. Oh, and there are also those clothing brands, the water is even deeper. Gifts from such companies should be treated with caution, and commercial contracts should not be signed carelessly, not to mention that there are restrictions at the Met Museum. You also need to have long-term plans. If you have an experienced and steady agent like Brother Yang, you will understand that sometimes, the sponsorship contracts of a few thousand dollars that you casually sign when you are young may cause you to lose large joint contracts worth millions of dollars after you become famous..."

Old Yang's head was shaking like a wave drum.

"Hey, why don't you ask your brother Yang before making a decision?"

"I didn't sign a contract, nor was I approached by any commercial endorsement or agent. It was a gift from Oil Painting magazine."

Gu Weijing explained patiently.

He simply walked over and opened the wardrobe on one side.

"Oil Painting, is this true or not? I was not fooled, I have never heard that Oil Painting magazine would give gifts to interviewees."

The cowboy in Lao Yang raised his shotgun in suspicion.

"Brother Gu, you don't know that these authoritative magazines are very pretentious. In their eyes, they only want others to please them. Not to mention gifts, no matter how big a celebrity they are interviewing, they usually don't pay for the article, not a dime. No matter if the interview is a newcomer or Damien Hirst, they don't pay a dime... uh."

Old Yang stood up and ran to the closet to take a look.

The cowboy put down his suspicious shotgun again, looked at the sky and whistled as if nothing had happened.

"Flash Tailor Shop", Lao Yang saw the English letters on the storage bag.

As a veteran pretender and a stylish guy who likes cool clothes, Yang Dekang had long heard of the reputation of Singapore's oldest tailor shop.

Lao Yang also went to the tailor shop for a look.

After asking about the price, he left humming a song.

It’s better to leave the wool to the lambs to keep them warm. It’s so cold in winter. Old Yang is a very caring person.

With Lao Yang's income, he can afford to be extravagant, but ordinary materials are boring to wear, and as for the good ones... He already has a lot of clothes, so instead of spending money on these, he might as well save money to upgrade his 718 to a 911, which would give him a greater sense of satisfaction.

"Uh, uh..."

"It's not cheap, is it?" Old Yang hummed in front of the closet for a long time, and finally asked in confusion, "What did you do to make Oil Painting Magazine give you such a gift?"

"The price of the order is more than 50,000 Singapore dollars."

Gu Weijing opened his pocket and took out his clothes.

The fabric with excellent drape pours out from the zipper with a silky luster. The jacket has a narrow waist and is tailored to be both decent and sharp. The double-breasted buttons made of rhino horn shine under the light, as if waiting for the bullet from a shotgun to be fired.

"To be precise, this is a personal gift from their new manager, Anna Elena."

The young man pinched a button.

……

Singapore.

Esplanade - Theatres on the Bay.

The weather was a little cloudy, and the afternoon sun was like a golden spot casually painted by an impressionist painter, dimly adorning the sky above the city, smearing yellow grease on the glass curtain wall of the art center that resembled a durian, like a ripe fruit. For many people, the lecture in the Esplanade was also like a ripe durian.

Love the most.

I hate it so much.

Amidst such emotions of love or hate, a car drove towards the tree-lined path on the side of the exhibition hall.

From the very beginning of its design, the art center was designed to be a city landmark building with multiple functions.

It consists of nearly ten buildings with different functions. In addition to the visual arts center, there are also multimedia exhibition halls, an opera house, a concert hall that can accommodate large symphony orchestras, and so on.

Independent lectures for artists during the Biennale are traditionally held in the opera house.

The silver-gray short-axle BMW sedan stopped steadily in the parking lot on the west side of the art center. The doors on both sides were opened almost at the same time, and a young man who looked to be about 20 years old, wearing a dark coat, got out from the passenger seat.

He looked very impressive, his back straight, his leather shoes on the ground, and his whole body exuded the texture of a Greek sculpture.

"Sculpture-like figure" - such words are often used to describe those refreshingly handsome men and beautiful women, but they are not accurate when used to describe this young man.

exactly.

The definition of this kind of rhetoric itself is vague.

When a fashion magazine editor described a female model at Milan Fashion Week as "as striking as a sculpture of Venus," what style of Venus was she referring to?

There are over a thousand different sculptures of Venus in the world.

The "Venus de Milo" in the Louvre is a sculpture of Venus, while the khaki Venus carved from limestone and excavated by archaeologists in Austria, with an exaggerated belly like that of a pregnant woman, would weigh at least 200 kilograms if converted into a normal person, and might even be more plump than Kazunari Sakai. Of course, this sculpture is also a sculpture of Venus.

The latter originates from the most primitive fertility worship of mankind ten thousand years ago, and also from the imagination of "beauty".

It would also be inappropriate to describe this young man as a work of Roman sculptor from the Renaissance.

Micahangelo's "David" sculpture?
No.

Sculptures like that are too layered.

Compared with the works of Michelangelo or other sculptors of the same period, his works give people a feeling more like the portraits of philosophers from the early Greek transitional period - more focused on the overall beauty of atmosphere than on the depiction of faces.

Tranquil, warm, peaceful.

Thin and with a straight back.

His shoulders were stretched out, his face was calm and energetic, his trouser legs were stiffly hanging down to the ground, and the formal jacket he was wearing had an elegant texture without appearing ostentatious or gorgeous. The style was just right, and the dynamic curves of his body were restrained by the clean lines of the tailor.

The young man in his clothes, looking towards the Esplanade, would remind others of the painting of Socrates in his shawl and robe about to debate.

Not Jacques-Louis David, more like Raphael's School of Athens.

The middle-aged man who got out of the driver's seat was also... impressive.

He looks like a man selling sesame cakes who has just discovered that Ximen Daguanren from the drugstore next door often comes to his small courtyard. As to whether it is the version of "Water Margin" or the Wanli version of "Jin Ping Mei"... it's hard to say for now.

"Yes, it's right here."

Old Yang pointed to the opera house door behind him.

"Behave yourself."

"Ok."

Gu Weijing nodded, but he did not leave immediately.

"Brother Yang?"

The young man stopped where he was and looked at Lao Yang.

"What's the matter?"

Old Yang glanced at Gu Weijing and said sullenly.

Grievance is out of the question.

It was certainly depressing to find that the favor he had prepared was taken away by someone else. If he found out that it was another agent who was secretly contacting Gu Weijing, the cowboy in his heart would have picked up his revolver and shot that person.

But the current situation... to be honest, it's too supermodel.

Not to mention that an eighteen-year-old can't control himself.

Even a steady and mature professional like Lao Yang couldn't control himself! The art director of Oil Painting magazine, the heiress of the Irina family, personally prepared clothes for you during the interview. Who can stand this?

Lao Yang remained silent simply because he had been thinking about it for a long time but still couldn't figure out what this method was.

For the first time, he felt that he was short of oil and his brain was rusty and couldn't work.

Elena's family is rich, so they don't have to treat money as money, but they don't play like this. It's really too foul. If it were Cao Xuan, even if he gave more expensive gifts, Lao Yang would accept it. It's just a matter of reciprocity.

Can it be regarded as a scripture?

What on earth does she want to do this for?

It's the same principle. A second-rate master in the martial arts world, after fighting for three days and three nights, will be accidentally hit in the vitals by a hidden weapon and will die with regrets. But if he is killed by Ultraman flying from the M87 Nebula and being blasted to death with Ultra Light Waves, well... we have also seen the world, haven't we?
Lao Yang stared at the shopping bag that had not been delivered successfully in the back seat.

I was planning to go to the shopping mall to return it while the tag was still on.

"Thank you, Brother Yang."

He heard Gu Weijing say in his ear.

Old Yang raised his head.

"There's nothing to thank me for. You don't need it..."

"No, it's different. It has nothing to do with whether I need it or not, and it has nothing to do with how much money I have." Gu Weijing walked over, looked at Assistant Cao Xuan's face, and repeated it seriously.

"Thank you, Yang. I appreciate it."

Something in Lao Yang's pupils moved and he turned his head away.

"it's nothing."

The middle-aged man said softly.

Old Yang felt a little warm in his heart.

He had to admit that people like Gu Weijing could sometimes really provide emotional value to others.

Gu Weijing turned and walked towards the art center.

"Wait, let me take you there. I have some reputation in Oil Painting magazine."

Lao Yang stood beside the car, hesitated for a moment, and suddenly chased after it.

(End of this chapter)