Almighty painter

Chapter 833 Cao Xuan arrives and the conversation begins

It is said.

According to some records in Paris street tabloids in the last century.

Although he looks like an ordinary old man and has become bald early, according to Gu Tongxiang's aesthetic theory, a bald old man can only be regarded as a low-level old man.

But when Mr. Christian Dior in his later years walked into any fashion show and sat down anywhere, all the audience and every journalist, note, every fashion journalist, would in turn abandon the male and female fashion models competing for beauty on the stage, abandon all the interviewees, and turn their heads to look in the direction of the noise.

Some people even put down their cameras and forgot to take pictures.

at this moment.

They are no longer fashion journalists chasing for news selling points, but just ordinary people who are trying hard to see what this superstar in the fashion designer world looks like, a man who has swept the streets of Europe in the name of "new trend" style with his two killer weapons of corset and round chest line.

Looking at the history of the fashion industry.

Only a select few, such as Christian Dior, Coco Chanel, and Karl Lagerfeld, have enjoyed such an honor.

As a close neighbor of the fashion industry, the art industry is similar.

Only a very small number of the most sought-after top artists can enjoy extraordinary attention in professional occasions.

For example, the round-faced woman who was walking in at this moment.

She seemed not to want to attract attention and was dressed quite low-key, wearing a dark gray tweed wide-shouldered women's jacket. Even indoors, she wore large sunglasses and a dark mask.

The woman tilted her head and walked hurriedly through the aisle on the side of the opera house's auditorium.

But it was in vain.

Not to mention the judges and guests of the organizing committee, the group portrait of tourists who would specifically grab tickets to listen to a serious art lecture also tends to be very hardcore art lovers.

People kept recognizing her and holding up their phones to take pictures.

Some media reporters in the front row also stood up and showed excited expressions.

"It's Tangning."

Cui Xuanyou half-stood up by holding on to the seat in front of him, his head moving in time with the woman's steps.

He recognized the woman who had been the most successful in the art world in the past six months.

That was Tang Ning, who had just created a price miracle at the Hong Kong Spring Auction and had become one of the most successful female artists in history.

He pursed his lips.

Coincidence, it’s all coincidence, don’t be nervous.

Cui Xuanyou opened his mouth. He felt that he had a lot of words to say to comfort Xiao Ming.

Tangning seemed to be frowning. She looked like she didn't want to be photographed.

Say.

As the most successful female painter of our time, it is reasonable for her to come and listen to the interview conducted by Oil Painting magazine about the controversial points of previous female painters.

But this time.

He finally shut his mouth.

Don't be nervous, it can't be a coincidence.

What the hell, he was just joking. Did Cao Xuan’s disciples really come to Singapore for team-building?
They can't all be here just for Gu Weijing.

WHY?

Why!
He deserves it too!
This time, Cui Xuanyou couldn't even think of any witty words to say.

Cui Xiaoming felt vaguely uneasy.

He had a guess that was even worse than his father's.

One or two is a coincidence, but what about three or four?

Liu Ziming lived nearby, Lin Tao was on summer break, and what about Tangning? Someone like Tangning was at a milestone in her career and was extremely busy.

She has her own solo exhibition to hold, and rumor has it that she is also planning to build her own gallery, all of which are what a painter dreams of.

Why would she come to a biennial that she didn't participate in? Normally, even if the organizing committee of the biennial invited Tangning to be a judge or give a lecture, she might not have the time.

She will come here.

There must be some strange reason that forced her to come to a lecture given by someone she didn't like.

and.

In this opera house, three of Cao Xuan's four disciples have already appeared. What about the last one? Cui Xiaoming would not be surprised even if Wei Yunxian also appeared here.

even……

The young man's heart suddenly tightened.

He recalled the greasy middle-aged man he and his father saw at the first night's dinner, with his belly shaking and wandering around the banquet like a butterfly flying through flowers.

Edward Yang.

Cao Xuan's personal assistant.

Needless to say, many people at the dinner party asked Lao Yang how Cao Xuan was doing recently, whether the old man was in good health, and whether the old man came to see the Lion City Biennale...

pity.

Old Yang is really good at cooking.

Cao Xuan wanted to keep a low profile, so all these questions were downplayed by Lao Yang and simply brushed off.

Tang Ning is holding art exhibitions, opening a gallery, increasing her net worth, engaging in marketing, and also hoping to win major awards. She is in the busiest and most "worldly" stage of an artist's career, flying around the world all year round.

Further up.

Top artists have shifted from a state of being "worldly" to a state of being "out of the world".

Picasso spent his later years in a small manor in Provence, southern France; Monet planted his little lotus; Matisse built his little church in Nice, France; Wu Guanzhong set up a small food truck and wandered around the streets to collect folk songs...

Those who should date girls should date girls, those who should grow plants should grow plants, those who should change their career to civil engineering should do civil engineering, and those who want to paint should paint.

He has won all the honors possible in the world and enjoyed all the glory he deserves.

He is already a grand master who founded a school.

Standing on the top of the mountain, they are more pursuing inner peace and spiritual richness.

in other words.

Some great artists are very "Buddhist".

They don't care much about the troubles of the world. They just live their own lives, and their daily schedule is very simple and plain.

Cao Xuan rarely appeared in public throughout the year. The old man was teaching at the university with peace of mind.

Leave all trivial matters to the people around you.

In addition, Mr. Cao is not signed to a gallery and does not have an agent.

Yang Dekang played the role of Cao Xuan's agent to a certain extent.

Old Yang is not with Mr. Cao all year round. He also has a lot of miscellaneous work to do, such as discussing exhibition projects with an art museum, handling auction matters, and discussing some art donations... Besides, Yang Dekang himself also receives some invitations from within the industry.

There are also cases where he is invited to be an academic guest.

In front of Cao Xuan and Miss Elena, Lao Yang is a bootlicker.

In front of Tang Ning and Liu Ziming, Yang Dekang is just a bag-carrying boy.

In the outside world, Lao Yang is also a highly educated and high-income intellectual who graduated from a prestigious university. He is a real Teacher Yang!

Yves Saint Laurent, the founder of Saint Laurent, also started out as an assistant to Christian Dior.

Most of the guests present, including Cui Xiaoming and his son, did not think much about it. When they saw Liu Ziming appear, they were still thinking in their hearts that Yang Dekang's main purpose of coming to Singapore might be to find Liu Ziming.

With the successive appearance of Lin Tao and Tang Ning.

Things started to smell...not right.

Yang Dekang, Liu Ziming, Lin Tao and Tang Ning, these names are linked together——

Think about it again, how many people in the world can make Tang Ning put aside all those trivial matters and come to this opera house in Singapore to watch a lecture in his busy schedule?

Especially, when Tang Ning himself might not be very willing.

The answer is not hard to guess, is it?

Cui Xiaoming's face was as gloomy as water and his complexion was ashen.

He has realized that he may have done something wrong.

Cui Xiaoming felt that he had overestimated how much Cao Xuan valued Gu Weijing, but he didn't expect that he was still wrong in his judgment.

Cui Xiaoming no longer cared whether Wei Yunxian would appear here.

He began to worry about something even more terrible.

Cui Xuanyou leaned his head forward and stretched his neck higher and higher.

The bald uncle stared closely at Tang Ning's figure in front of him. He noticed that the art consultant of CDX Gallery Asia stood up, pulled the gallery's own exhibiting painter, and trotted over to Tang Ning, talking to him.

"Xiao Ming, I'll go over and ask about the situation."

Cui Xuanyou frowned and spoke out.

He no longer cared whether he would be left there awkwardly or not. Even if he was left there awkwardly, he had to go.

The feeling of the unknown is really disturbing. Cui Xuanyou has a lot of business dealings with CDX Gallery, and he thinks he might be able to find out some information.

The bald artist had just stood up from his chair.

Swish.

There was a far louder noise and bustle coming from behind the seats than before.

Cui Xiaoming froze for a moment.

He didn't turn around immediately, but closed his eyes.

"Please, please, please... not him..." He was almost praying.

do not do that.

He would rather look back and see a lion or a giraffe walking into the opera house with its tail swaying, causing such a noise, than the person he was guessing in his mind at this moment.

Cui Xiaoming touched his forehead, chest, and both shoulders, making the sign of a cross.

Then he slowly turned his head.

Regrettably.

The almighty God did not respond to Cui Xiaoming's call this time. He turned his head and saw Yang Dekang and Wei Yunxian standing on both sides like guardians.

And among them... were not the lions or giraffes that Cui Xiaoming prayed for.

An old man with a thin figure and a gaunt face.

He is not Cao Xuan.

Who is it again?
All the journalists and spectators present turned their heads to look at the three people over there. Even those who did not react were patted on the shoulders by the people next to them, indicating that they should look over there.

Some people even put down their cameras and forgot to take pictures.

at this moment.

They are no longer art journalists chasing for news selling points, but just ordinary people who are trying hard to see with their own eyes what this superstar in the Asian art world, the leader of the Southern School of Painting, a painter of the same generation as Picasso and worth over ten billion, looks like.

Cao Xuan stood in the aisle.

He smiled at everyone.

Cao Xuan childishly stretched out a finger, attracted the attention of the entire audience, then gently put it to his lips, made a gesture of silence, and gently pointed to the curtain of the opera house in front of him.

The old man motioned for everyone to be quiet.

He was not the protagonist of this interview. Like everyone else in the opera house, he was just an ordinary audience member.

then.

Just like a white-bearded wizard waving his staff.

The entire opera house, which had been in turmoil due to the arrival of top masters, actually quieted down.

The only side effect was that Cui Xuanyou, who had just stood up, seemed to have flipped a switch and sat back in his chair weakly.

He no longer wanted to look for anyone from CDX Gallery, nor did he stretch his neck to look around.

The sturdy artist sat on a chair, his whole body leaning against the backrest, his strong body seemed to shrink in the shadow of the chair back.

therefore.

His big bald head, shining brightly under the light, seemed to have suddenly...

It went out.

"Don't think about it. It's meaningless. Think about the future. The scene is so big. When the time comes... Gu Weijing will fall even harder."

Instead it was Cui Xiaoming.

When things came to this, he was calmer than his older father.

Cao Xuan is already here, what else can we do?

Can he take back those words?

Cui Xiaoming felt a burning desire to succeed. He had put so much into this Biennale, and the more important Gu Weijing was, the more he wanted to win.

"Don't worry, there's still the interview with Oil Painting Magazine and the art director lady."

Cui Xiaoming clenched his fists in hatred.

This is his last trump card.

So what if Cao Xuan comes.

So what if Cao Xuan is so powerful? Sir Brown is not so powerful. Anna can scold him however she wants. She can point at his nose and scold him if she wants.

If she could embarrass Sir Brown, who was known as the Pope of Art, she could also embarrass Cao Xuan, not to mention that he was just a young man that Cao Xuan had his eyes on.

how.

If he was scolded so fiercely, how could Cao Xuan jump onto the stage by himself with the help of a crutch?

This is an interview with Oil Painting magazine. Oil Painting likes big scenes and doesn’t care who is sitting under the stage.

It’s even better that Cao Xuan is here.

Even Cao Xuan himself came to the scene. On one side was Gu Weijing, whom Cao Xuan had his eyes on, and on the other side was Oil Painting magazine. When the interview was over, the two sides really came into conflict and started biting each other, and Cao Xuan would have no time to care about himself.

"Ms. Elena, please don't let me down. Show your true fighting power and scold him to death."

In Cui Xiaoming's silent prayer.

Not long after.

The red curtain opened to the left and right, and behind it was a simple-designed proscenium stage furnished with IKEA-style minimalist sofas and coffee tables. Several male and female guests appeared in the audience's field of vision.

The dialogue interview "Oil Painting·Gu Weijing: The Discovery and Research of Impressionist Female Painter Carroll" officially began.
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There was a smell of gunpowder in the air at the opera house.

No.

Rather than the smell of gunpowder... a more appropriate description would be that soon after the interview began, just ten minutes later, the air was filled with doubts, objections, confrontations, and the smell of all kinds of emotions being put into a big pot and boiled.

It's spicy and pungent.

Those who are fragile and sensitive enough and whose wills are not strong enough all shed tears at once.

Just as Cui Xiaoming expected before the opening.

Oil Painting Magazine is a media with a very strong style, and Anna Elena is an art director with an even stronger style.

The original tone of the interview did not change at all because Cao Xuan and his disciples appeared in the audience seats at the interview site.

"Nonsense, I have to say, this is all nonsense, really, everyone has tolerated this kind of lie made up for profit for too long-"

The man sitting on the sofa to Anna's left and talking was named Rosings, a graduate of Chelsea College of Art in the UK.

He was one of the guests invited by Oil Painting magazine to an interview.

During the Biennale, in ordinary art lectures, the scholars giving the lectures or the participating artists would stand in front of a multimedia screen, read out the PPT, and show some slides, and that would be it.

At most, at the end of the lecture, the host can randomly select two enthusiastic audience members who have raised their hands to answer two questions.

Dialogue-type talk shows focus more on the communication and interaction between the host and the guests.

Questions happen all the time.

It depends on the personal style of the host.

Some hosts will be gentler, guiding the direction of the topic and occasionally throwing out one or two questions to help the speaker fill in the gaps.

Some hosts have a tougher, more aggressive style.

They will choose to stand on the opposite side and, as questioners, point out the loopholes in the speaker's words, hoping to find the flaws.

The interviews conducted by Oil Painting magazine are very different from ordinary talk shows.

They have the richest art resources in the industry, and also have the "Oil Painting Forum", the most active art chat room with the largest number of serious users.

Almost no practitioner would refuse the invitation of Oil Painting.

therefore.

Director Elena neither gently guided the topic in this interview, nor did she act as a harsh questioner as countless spectators had imagined beforehand.

She has a simpler, more effective approach.

She directly invited several scholars and industry insiders with the most distinctive views, the most influence, and the strongest academic background in the discussion section on "Carroll's identity" on the oil painting forum to the scene.

Provide a platform.

Invite them to meet with Gu Weijing in person.

Mr. Rossings was an expert who did not believe in the authenticity of the paper and had a very tough attitude. Shortly after the interview began, he had a fierce verbal confrontation with Gu Weijing.

"Let's recall some similar stories. A jeweler found a necklace made by Hans Holbein for Queen Anne Boleyn of England while sorting out his grandmother's inheritance. An American warehouse hunter spent $100 on a dock warehouse that was auctioned off by the management company because no one had paid the management fee for a long time, and then found a romantic painting worth $2000 million..."

He shrugged.

"People in the market have heard too many stories like this, but whenever someone tries to trace the origins with a skeptical spirit, they will find that they are just some specious rumors, and no one can verify the existence of these stories. For the part that can be verified, people often find that it is a complete scam."

"And what about 'The Savior'?"

Another guest spoke up.

(End of this chapter)