Almighty painter

Chapter 839: Anna in Pain and Gu Tongxiang on the Attack
Anna had been looking forward to this interview all day.

The conversation with Gu Weijing, the dialogue between them, the exchanges with the guests present... the woman rehearsed all possible scenarios over and over again in her mind.

It brings Carroll's story back to life in this world, and makes this already moving drama even more exciting and convincing.

Besides.

She wanted nothing more.

Anna had been looking forward to it for more than just one day.

Since reading the cover article of Asian Art at Changi International Airport in early July, Anna has been preparing for this interview for two weeks, flying between two different countries.

If it had been since she first heard Grandma Karazu's story as a child and was moved by it, since she sat in her wheelchair and saw butterflies fluttering over the wild flowers in front of the tombstone.

In order to step onto the stage at this moment, the woman has been preparing for many years and thinking about it day and night.

Whoever has prepared for a play for so many years should have every scene planned perfectly.

This is the charm of drama.

First-class drama is performed, and top-notch drama actually happens.

A first-rate drama, where the actors try their best, using the best mental outlook, the best techniques, and the most exquisite silks, cut and tied into a bunch of silk flowers for a vase.

Top drama.

The actors were relaxed and at ease, immersed in the torrent of emotions. They buried an unknown seed in the soil, watered it, and let it break through the soil naturally.

and so.

Sometimes it gets out of control.

After Anna's brief hesitation.

She decided that this would be an unscripted interview.

Not only did she not inform the guests present, she even saved her second formal meeting with Gu Weijing for the on-site interview. Just now in the lounge, they only exchanged a few words.

The silk flowers made by flower arrangers can be perfect, and can be made into the most delicate and dignified individuals that are completely impossible to find in nature. It seems that the flowers can bloom for a thousand years without fading.

But in Anna's heart, they are still mediocre, tiny and pretentious.

It will never attract butterflies to fly by.

The wild flower that actually bloomed in front of Kara's grave might not have been stunningly beautiful. It looked small and ordinary, with petals that were not evenly spread, some small earthy spots on the stem, and one or two holes made by budworms among the branches and leaves.

but.

It can always win with its simple vitality.

For example, Gu Weijing.

He did not adopt any exquisite and perfect response, nor did he choose to read out any of the lines designed in the mind of Anna Elena, the heroine, planner and stage director of this drama.

"I will donate this painting for Ms. Carroll." - It did not fit any of the three options in Anna's mind.

Because this is not a debate strategy at all.

Where would a debate teacher come from who would teach his students to donate 3 million euros?

It just speaks from the heart without any technique.

One force can bring down ten.

Please remember, no matter how much this painting is worth, tens of thousands of dollars, hundreds of thousands, half a million, a million or more, ten million or even one hundred million, it belongs to me.

I shouldn't have any moral burden. I take it as my right and feel at peace with it.

No one has the right to ask me to donate this painting.

But I did it anyway.

Not because I was afraid of Mr. Rosings, but for Ms. Carroll's innocence.

Anna devised all sorts of persuasive rhetoric.

Gu Weijing, however, won the game with a simple choice without any embellishment.

The venue was somewhat quiet.

In fact, the feelings of many audience members and even many guests present were not very strong.

There was an impact, but it wasn't particularly big.

The estimated price of $50 to $100 million is based on the premise that there is no controversy about "Old Church in Thunderstorm". Impressionist works are expensive, but they are not as expensive as Leonardo da Vinci.

The authority of the paper written by Gu Weijing and Sakai Katsuko is far inferior to that of the huge research team of top scholars behind "Savior".

Not to mention that he was questioned at the beginning of the interview with "Oil Painting" magazine.

With various debuffs.

Most people felt that Gu Weijing simply decided to donate an oil painting that was controversial in itself, and it would definitely not be as sensational as his on-the-spot announcement of donating 50 or 100 million US dollars.

The guests' whispers were mostly due to being moved by Gu Weijing's tough stance at the moment.

Of course, not all those who want to gain benefits are scammers.

But if he is really a liar.

After spending so much effort on fraud, it is only natural that some benefits must be gained in return.

The so-called return.

It's nothing more than fame and fortune.

Apart from the "fame" that cannot be accurately measured, it is already very good that an eighteen-year-old young man is willing to make such a gesture in front of the camera.

Anna is different.

She understood the significance and weight of Gu Weijing's action better than anyone else present.

Gu Weijing did not donate a work of art full of doubt and uncertainty, nor did he even donate half a million or even one million dollars.

Much more than that.

Just this Monday.

She just offered 3 million euros for "Old Church in a Thunderstorm".

This means that Gu Weijing donated at least three million euros, or even more.

"If I got it, I would make a similar choice." Anna couldn't help but think.

If she had bought the painting, she would probably have chosen to donate it.

Miss Elena clearly understood that the courage required for her and Gu Weijing to make seemingly identical choices was completely different.

Three million euros is both money and not money to Anna.

To say that 3 million euros is a small sum would be too pretentious.

Can……

What's the point?

The annual maintenance fee, fuel cost and crew salary of her plane, which can carry 16 people on long-distance intercontinental flights, is this figure. The wealth valuation of the company shares she inherited is growing several times faster every month.

To the young man in the old shirt who met the art manager of Oil Painting magazine in the café.

The weight of a painting worth 300 million euros is by no means inferior to the weight of the tens of thousands of paintings worth billions of dollars donated by Anna.

Are there billions of dollars?

Those tens of thousands of works are kept in the family collection or the family museum.

She is all Miss Elena.

There will be no changes in her daily life.

Several million euros is a figure that can completely change Gu Weijing's life.

There is almost no one in the world who has what you have, editor Elena, Katsuko Sakai said to her.

If it weren't for the several conversations in the past few days and the experience in the Good Luck Orphanage, Anna would still cheer and applaud for Gu Weijing's behavior, but her emotions would be closer to those of the guests whispering in the audience.

She would never have such deep feelings about what she saw. She would never sit there motionless like she was now, with her heart surging.

after all.

Those "glorious" Earls Elena, they only care about themselves.

They are just like drug addicts. Some of the old-school aristocrats who grew up in cages of gold and jade have a drug-like attachment to wealth, and like drug addicts, they have a numbness to life.

In the fox hunting competition, they rode famous horses worth thousands of gold, carried antique family hunting rifles with walnut wood and bright silver patches, pursued the illusory power in the blood, and knew nothing about the true courage in the world.

This is how people often miss out on beauty.

The warm and gentle sunshine shines on her, and Anna is like August taking a nap in the sun.

Yawning lazily and wagging the tail.

Then I realized nothing.

An Anna like that might even take Gu Weijing's behavior and his dedication to Carol for granted in her heart.

Because she cared about Kara von Elena.

And she doesn't care about the management at all.

So she couldn't feel the love and courage in the hearts of young people.

Anna now?
She looked at Gu Weijing's face. He was sitting on the sofa on the right, wearing the clothes she had given him. His cheeks were thin, and if his eyes were not so calm, he might even look a little shy.

Miss Elena carefully selected this suit for Gu Weijing.

She felt that with his figure, he would look quite photogenic in front of the guests and the recording camera of the program. The Italian-style draped suit with three-dimensional tailoring would look like the long robe of the ancient Greeks on him.

Just like Socrates.

No.

Gu Weijing did not become an eloquent philosopher or Miss Elena just by putting on this dress.

Gu Weijing is still the same Gu Weijing as before.

He would still push away the 3 million euro note and sneer at the young man.

The last point, that made Gu Weijing reject her offer at the beginning, was due to some kind of hesitation, which disappeared without a trace in the woman's mind.

Anna looked at Gu Weijing.

Her eyes swept over Rosings who turned his head away and the guests and audience members in the audience who were talking about it, but no one really understood the courage it took for Gu Weijing to do this.

Anna felt deeply hurt for Gu Weijing.

Women believe it.

At this moment.

She was the only one among the nearly 1,500 people present who could truly feel the pain and hurt that Gu Weijing was feeling.

Only her.

Only Anna Elena understood Gu Weijing.

She clenched her fingers involuntarily.
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Gu Tongxiang couldn't help but clench his fingers.

Old Man Gu is in great pain.

Old Man Gu was also hurt.

What The Fuck!!!
What decision did his precious grandson just make? He donated the painting directly in front of the judges and guests at the Oil Painting magazine event!

Gu Tongxiang felt as if he had been shot by an arrow in the knee and his heart was bleeding.

Too loser.

It's such a waste.

The Gu family's biggest treasure was donated by their darling grandson before it even had time to warm up.

Gu Tongxiang was so heartbroken.

It can't be said that Gu Tongxiang was greedy for this painting.

joke.

At his age, even if he could save up a mountain of gold and silver, it would just be something left for his children.

But Old Gu just felt sad for Young Gu.

Hold tight.

You have to hold on.

We've been through a lot, the more heartbroken we are, the more we have to stay calm and we must not lose face.

"But...it's still too reckless."

Gu Tongxiang pursed his lips.

……

"You are still too reckless. It is obvious that people don't trust you... What does the movie say?" Professor Lin Tao in the front row raised his neck.

No one answered him.

Lin Tao thought seriously for a moment before he recalled it from his mind.

"Oh yeah, for this kind of thing, why bother to open your stomach and let others see how many bowls of noodles you ate?" The oldest second brother wanted to cross his legs, but suddenly remembered that his teacher was right next to him. He was afraid that Mr. Cao would scold him for sitting in an improper manner, so he put his legs back. "What's the use of proving it? You are the one who suffers and gets hurt."

"There's no need to respond to other people's malicious intent."

Wei Yunxian, who was the most calm, also rarely spoke up and said, "This is not a court."

"You're still too young." Lin Tao nodded sympathetically. "If the painting is real, it would be worth a lot of money. Gu Weijing's family isn't well off either. It was such a good thing for him to pick up a bargain, but it ended up like this. It's understandable. It's just that kids of this age have to compete with each other. They would do such a thing impulsively if provoked by others."

"I can't do that at my age. I'm always looking ahead and behind and thinking too much."

Lin Tao shook his head.

"It seems his grandfather is here too. I saw the message Ziming sent. I guess Mr. Gu must be quite regretful."

Pop, pop, pop.

There was the sound of applause.

At this moment, the entire opera house was still immersed in the afterglow of the decision Gu Weijing had just made. Everyone was whispering, and no one was applauding.

The sudden applause attracted a lot of people's attention.

Lin Tao in the front row happened to look back and raised his eyebrows: "Hey, I was wrong."

He slapped his forehead and smiled.

"If I'm not mistaken, the one clapping seems to be his grandfather."

"I underestimated you."

In Lin Tao's sight, Gu Tongxiang was sitting back in a chair with his back straight, his posture extremely relaxed, and he was clapping his hands rhythmically.

There was no trace of regret or unhappiness on the old man's face.

The imitation was like a man standing on a sampan and looking down on the vicious sharks around him, his eyes seemed to say - "Well done, great, great, this is my grandson. Hundreds of thousands of dollars are nothing, a man's face is more important than anything else, I'm going to slap that guy in the face!"

“Cheers to you!”

Gu Tongxiang's applause attracted the attention of many people nearby.

Some people know his background, noticed the interview arranged by the Ma Shi Gallery for Gu Tongxiang in recent days, or saw what Liu Ziming said to the guests in the social message he posted before.

Many people looked surprised.

even.

Lin Tao clearly saw that even Cao Xuan turned his head and glanced at Gu Tongxiang thoughtfully.

(End of this chapter)