Almighty painter

Chapter 832 Family Education
Liu Ziming?
Ohhhhhhh…it could be him?

Student Lao Gu thought hard for a moment and finally matched the face in front of him with a well-known name.

"Hello Mr. Liu."

Gu Tongxiang was overjoyed, and the few remaining precious hairs on his forehead were so excited that they almost jumped up!
Oh my god.

Liu Ziming actually recognized me?
Many people in society like artists with personalities like "rich and handsome young man" or "rich and handsome uncle", both in the East and the West.

Needless to say, there are many famous figures in the East.

Those oil painters who painted court paintings and salon paintings in the 19th century also wanted to show off to the critics that “I am a rich man who can go to upper-class occasions, don’t you understand?” Many painters from the semi-upper class like to create this kind of persona, highlighting that they are not trying to make money, but to play with art.

The father of the Impressionist Degas was a financier, and he liked to show off this kind of personality in Paris.

Liu Ziming has many fans overseas.

In terms of influence and the number of followers on social media accounts, among Cao Lao's disciples, she is only slightly less than Tang Ning today.

Young Master Liu held Gu Tongxiang's hands with both and said politely, "I've long admired you."

Old Man Gu has never been treated like a master like this.

He was so happy at the simple greeting that he almost fainted.

Hold on tight, you must hold on tight, you must be able to remain calm in the face of adversity. Gu Tongxiang's personality traits of pretending to be great but having self-control were clearly revealed at this moment.

He nodded calmly.

"It's me. Hello, I've heard a lot about you, too."

He stood up and greeted politely. His heart was filled with excitement, but his eyes revealed a just the right amount of calmness.

"Nice to meet you."

A hint of surprise emerged on Liu Ziming's face. He was deeply impressed by the old man's unmoved and calm demeanor.

A tiger father has no dog sons.

The same is true in reverse.

Gu Weijing was a young man who left a deep impression on him. When they first met, combined with his subjective impression of Gu Weijing, Liu Ziming felt that his grandfather seemed very extraordinary as well.

Liu Ziming arrived at the opera hall and saw the old man sitting in front of him. He vaguely recognized that he seemed to be Gu Weijing's grandfather.

He was worried that the old man was too worried, so he wanted to come over and comfort him.

Now it seems that there is absolutely no need for this.

It was Liu Ziming himself who did this in vain.

Have a look.

How could this old gentleman look anxious at all?
It is clear that his grandson is at the center of public opinion and is about to be tested by Oil Painting magazine.

The old man arrived at the interview site early, dressed neatly, but there was no sign of anxiety on his face. He sat there with a peaceful look.

Isn't he worried at all?

still is……

While the onlookers were still pessimistic about his grandson, the old man had already prepared a response in his heart and was sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai.

Liu Ziming warned himself in his heart: "Liu Ziming, Liu Ziming, why do you always underestimate the people in the world?"

This is what Gu Weijing said.

So did his grandfather.

The world is so big that there are always some strange people and things that are unknown to people.

"Mr. Gu, what do you think of today's interview?"

If it had been a few days ago, if Liu Ziming had just met a pretentious old man Gu, he might not have taken it seriously at all.

When he saw the painting "Human Noise", with the example of Gu Weijing, Mr. Liu, with the blessing of a natural filter, was also intrigued by the leisurely posture of the old man in front of him.

He was curious about where Gu Tongxiang's confidence came from.

It certainly can't be just for show.

"You mean——"

Gu Tongxiang frowned slightly.

"Those rumors, about the paper, I heard that the art director of Oil Painting magazine left Singapore during this period. I guess she went there to investigate the paper. Believe me, she is not an easy person to deal with, and very troublesome. Also, I know that Oil Painting has invited..."

The middle-aged man told everything he knew.

And these things?
Gu Tongxiang's pupils dilated slightly as he listened to Liu Ziming's words in a daze, as if a college student playing games in the classroom was suddenly caught by the professor on the stage and asked to solve a complex derivation problem.

Liu Ziming stared at Old Man Gu.

When ordinary people face these thorny problems, their eyes will look like those of a small animal trapped in a cage, depressed and uneasy. A few thoughtful people will also reveal anxious expressions, or someone as smooth-talking as Lao Yang, will seem to be covered with a layer of slippery grease, trying to find ways to grease over the problems.

Gu Tongxiang is different.

Unlike any of the above expressions, there was nothing in his eyes.

Just like water waves.

Liu Ziming stared at the old man in front of him with eyes that were so clear and pure without any impurities, and felt that the other party had reached a high level of returning to nature.

"You asked me what I thought about the Elena family. I—"

Gu Tongxiang paused.

My brain was working hard.

Forget it.

If you don’t understand it, don’t think about it.

Old Man Gu shrugged and smiled.

"I don't have any special ideas. I just sit here and read a book quietly for a while."

I'm just sitting here.

Read quietly.

Liu Ziming tried to figure out the deeper meaning of this answer which was full of Zen and mystery.

The middle-aged man looked at Gu Tongxiang's carefree smile, and he felt awe in his heart because he didn't know why.
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"What are you doing?"

Cui Xuanyou in the back row noticed the situation here, stretched his neck backward, and the big bald head on top of his head seemed to become brighter in shock.

When Liu Ziming walked by, he immediately recognized the other person.

It’s at Liu Ziming’s level.

It was difficult for Cui Xuanyou not to recognize the other person.

He wasn't very familiar with the other person and was just hesitating whether to say hello.

Cui Xuanyou had rejected Cao Xuan's request a few months ago, and his son said something like that again. Maybe he could apologize in private? To ease the relationship?

For the sake of his son Xiao Ming's future, Cui Xuanyou doesn't care about his face.

It's not shameful to say soft words and apologize to someone like Liu Ziming.

The reason why Cui Xuanyou was conflicted was that he was a little worried that Liu Ziming would simply ignore him.

In front of ordinary people, Cui Xuanyou is considered an art celebrity of varying sizes. He is a well-known second- or third-tier artist and is usually called "teacher" or "sir". He is familiar with big gallery agents, curators of art museums and so on.

But in front of Liu Ziming.

No matter what Liu Ziming's identity is, he is willing to give you a way out and be a little more friendly, just smiling and nodding at you.

Liu Ziming is unwilling to give him face?

I really just left him here, and didn't bother to take care of him, without even giving him a chance to apologize. Sorry, I'm sorry.

Are you talking to me?

Who are you? I have never heard of you. Do I know you? Do I need to know you?

Cui Xuanyou was hesitating there when he saw Liu Ziming walk over, run to Gu Weijing's grandfather, and took the initiative to greet him.

"After all, Cao Xuan admired Gu Weijing's works. It's normal for Mr. Liu to give his teacher face. He may be polite on the surface, but who knows what he is thinking in his heart."

Cui Xuanyou turned and looked at his son.

A comforting smile.

There was no smile on Cui Xiaoming's face, and his long eyebrows were furrowed.

Not right.

This is not right.

Cui Xiaoming had heard some rumors before, plus Tangning's interview in Oil Painting magazine, and the draft of Gu Weijing's exhibition that was sent to his father's phone by a mysterious person...

All these factors add up.

Cui Xiaoming speculated that Tang Ning was most likely quite dissatisfied with Gu Weijing.

Tangning had this attitude——

If you put yourself in their shoes, you will realize that the attitudes of Cao Xuan's other disciples are probably similar.

It was also the biggest source of confidence for Cui Xiaoming to say those words in the Esplanade, risking upsetting Cao Xuan.

Gu Weijing's existence blocks the way for many people.

Compared to the conflict between him and the other party.

Some people suffered much greater losses than Cui Xiaoming.

Cui Xiaoming works so hard here, but the most he can hope to win the Best Newcomer Award at the Singapore Biennale or something like that, that's all.

Compared to what those people and Gu Weijing stole, this is nothing.

Under the surface, there are naturally many people who are more anxious than Cui Xiaoming, and there are also many people who "hate" Gu Weijing more than Cui Xiaoming.

They will also help themselves as a matter of course.

And Liu Ziming is one of “those people” that Cui Xiaoming is sure of.

This is not a good situation now.

Not only did Liu Ziming arrive at the interview site early, he also took the initiative to greet Gu Weijing's grandfather. This kind of attitude in public is not a good sign, and it cannot be explained by "giving face to the teacher".

Cui Xiaoming racked his brains to think.

Could it be that he misjudged the situation?

Was Liu Ziming trying to win over Gu Weijing to suppress Tang Ning, or was he... Cui Xiaoming pinched his fingers together and gave up imagining the complicated palace drama.

can't read.

Cui Xiaoming really couldn't understand.

Even though he couldn't hear the conversation between the two parties, he could tell that Liu Ziming was genuinely polite to Gu Weijing's grandfather.

It's not that this kind of attitude cannot be pretended, but for Liu Ziming, he really can't imagine why the other party needs to pretend like this.

To be honest, that was Liu Ziming.

Such people are so arrogant.

Cui Xiaoming felt that if he could have Liu Ziming's family conditions, or be Liu Ziming's apprentice...if he had any one of them, he would be able to soar to the sky.

Mr. Liu and Miss Elena are similar people. They are the type who don't need to put on an act to please others.

Some historians say that Catherine II was good at using her beauty to attract young officers to serve her, which was one of the important means for her to weave a power network.
Many people think that this process is too erotic. In fact, maybe Catherine did have countless lovers, but in most cases, given the difference in status between the two, for most young officers in the Russian court, she could just extend her hand and let the other party kiss her and they would die for her.

Even if Liu Ziming wanted to win over Gu Weijing, there was no need for him to make such a gesture.

Describe it another way.

If Gu Weijing's grandfather had the ability to make Liu Ziming pretend to be like this, think about it, this might be something more terrifying than Liu Ziming's current politeness that comes from the bottom of his heart.

Cui Xiaoming lowered his head.

A new notification came in the message box on the phone.

He clicked on it and saw that someone in his follow list had updated new status.

"@Brown16"

Liu Ziming's personal account.

Just seconds ago, the other party had sent a photo of an old man in a dark suit and tie sitting alone in an empty seat in the theater.

His eyes were peaceful and serene, and he was holding a collection of Hemingway's essays in his hand. He looked very pretentious.

There is also a caption from Liu Ziming——

"A very respectable old gentleman, facing pressure, I just sit there and read quietly for a while. This is the most Zen answer I have heard in recent years. A good family education can really shape a person from beginning to end."

Cui Xiaoming gently pulled down to refresh the page.

Then he watched helplessly as the number of likes on this social account, which had seven-digit followers, increased rapidly at a rate ten or a hundred times faster than his own.
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As the interview time approaches.

The opera house gradually became noisy. In addition to the seats reserved for judges and scholars from the organizing committee, more and more people entered with tourist tickets drawn online. The seats in this opera house, which can accommodate 1500 people at the same time, were gradually filled to about two-thirds.

Cui Xuanyou kept standing up from his seat, occasionally greeting or nodding to familiar organizing committee guests and scholars.

Cui Xiaoming sat in his seat motionless.

Under normal circumstances, someone who is so good at self-marketing would not behave so poorly.

But his mind was so absorbed in Liu Ziming's message that he had no desire to exchange pleasantries with his father.

"Xiao Ming?"

"Xiao Ming?"

He felt someone poking his shoulder and turned around to see his father looking somewhere with a serious expression, his neck stretched high.

"Look... that guy over there, is that Lin Tao? I didn't notice, but he's here too."

Cui Xiaoming was shocked when he heard this.

He looked in the direction his father was looking. There was an old gentleman with gold-rimmed glasses and a scholarly air. He was in his sixties, but his cheeks were a faint apple red.

Cui Xiaoming wasn't so sure.

Lin Tao has appeared relatively rarely in international occasions, but it is almost certain that it is really Lin Tao.

"Damn it, did all of Cao Xuan's disciples come here for team building?"

Cui Xuanyou complained gloomily.

Liu Ziming is a Malaysian, and Malaysia is very close to Singapore, so it is not surprising that he would appear at the Lion City Biennale.

Ke Lintao.

If I remember correctly, Lin Tao is a professor at the Academy of Fine Arts, right?
It's impossible that he had nothing better to do than to stroll all the way to Singapore.

"It's not impossible. It's summer vacation now, and the universities must be on vacation... Let's go traveling or something..."

Cui Xuanyou got stuck halfway through his words.

There was a noticeable noise coming from the opera house's auditorium.

(End of this chapter)