Almighty painter

Chapter 845 Carol and Camille

Even though the way Miss Elena and Gu Weijing communicated was a double melody between the two of them, it didn't mean that no one could hear the hidden meaning in their conversation.

It is very difficult to understand the meaning of such "notes", just like looking at the simple music score written by a musician on paper and thinking of the image of blooming flowers.

It's hard.

But is it just to smell that there seems to be something deeper in their conversation?

I have to admit that there are some people in this world who are particularly sensitive.

"Ok?"

Old Yang sniffed twice, tilted his head, and reached for the stubble on his chin with the tip of his thumb.

Not right.

He felt a slight movement in his heart and began to scratch his chin.

It's not right.

From the moment Lao Yang discovered the formal suit in Gu Weijing's closet, he realized that something was wrong. Then there was the conversation in the lounge of the opera house, and then there was the boat ticket that magically appeared in the hostess's hand, and their conversation at this moment.

The old cowboy who lived in his belly tapped the metal spurs on the back of his boots, twisted his neck and buttocks, sniffed the air suspiciously, pulled out the revolver on his belt, and pointed the muzzle in all directions.

There's a strange smell in the air.

The killer instinct is reminding Lao Yang——

At this moment, many people present missed something extremely important.

"Ms. Elena's attitude is really wrong."

Why is this happening?

Gu Weijing didn’t bring Brother Yang’s magical big gold watch. Besides, that boat ticket...even the magical big gold watch wouldn’t work.

Lao Yang is a senior agent. He has had many dealings with these magazines and knows the operating model of this industry.

There must be rules for everything.

Spending your own money and spending the company's money are two different things.

It is one thing that Miss Elena likes Gu Weijing and is willing to give him clothes worth tens of thousands of dollars. That is her own business. Just think of it as the young lady being in a good mood and spending the money for a cup of milk tea to play a dress-up game.

Her personal choices are beyond comprehension.

Companies are different. If they want to survive and live well, they must follow smart business logic.

Even the oil painting is the same.

Oil Painting Magazine invited guests from all over the world, investigated priest archives in the Anglican Church, and searched for antique ship tickets. How much did it cost? Conservatively speaking, it must have cost tens of thousands of dollars, right?
"It's a lot of money."

Tens of thousands of dollars is not a lot of money for Oil Painting.

If necessary, they would spend $1 or 2 million on large-scale art projects without blinking an eye, but that's not how it works.

There has to be a valid reason to spend the money.

The board of directors is not there just to do the job.

Thousands of papers are published every year around the world. There are so many popular topics that Oil Painting can find. I won’t say tens of thousands, but there will always be a dozen or twenty.

If you come across a paper on Impressionism, you will spend tens of thousands of dollars to find a boat ticket. But if you come across a paper on Egyptian murals, do you have to spend money to buy a mummy?

In order to survive for hundreds of years and remain standing, Oil Painting magazine must have its own set of rules regarding what scale and weight of interviews should be given, how much resources should be invested, and how much resources should not be invested.

Maybe we won't be too picky, there will always be a rough range.

People in the underworld nicknamed Lao Yang "Yang Baopi", which means that he has a Grandet-like sensitivity to money figures.

He vaguely felt that the scene before him had definitely exceeded the scope of reason.

If we put ourselves in his shoes and put ourselves in the shoes of the person in charge of Oil Painting magazine, Lao Yang would definitely not be willing to invest so many resources in this interview.

can.

However, it is totally unnecessary.

Or.

Did Miss Elena spend this money herself?
It's not necessary.

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

Old Yang always felt that Oil Painting magazine and Miss Irena were unreasonably and excessively enthusiastic about Gu Weijing's paper.

"There has to be a reason, yes, there has to be a reason."

Yang Dekang stared at the scene on the stage, thinking hard.

He realized that everything that was irrational might have hidden links.

There is a thread running through it.

Perhaps I have touched it before, fiddled with it a few times, and then thrown it aside.

The clothes, the gold watch, Liu Ziming's strange attitude, the conversation in the lounge...

Thoughts flashed back one after another.

The cowboy's gun scanned the "human faces" around him shrewdly. Holding a cigarette in his mouth, he hesitated whether he had seen the corresponding portraits on the bounty posters on the wall of the town tavern.

call!
At a certain moment, the cowboy took a puff of his cigarette and the muzzle of his gun paused suddenly in front of the scene of his memories.

call!
In the theater, Lao Yang took a long breath, so much so that he almost suffocated and rolled his eyes, and his little belly trembled violently.

Even Cao Xuan felt the assistant's strange behavior. He turned his head and looked at his assistant with an inquiring look.

"A stitch in the side, a stitch in the side—"

Old Yang stuck out his tongue and gasped, indicating that he was fine.

He took out his mobile phone with trembling hands, unlocked the screen, opened the "Oil Painting" forum software, and selected user information.

『Username: Yang-Dekang』

『Identity verification: Personal assistant of Cao Xuan Studio』

There is an official identity certification with a golden “Artist” on the back of his personal information. Lao Yang is not an artist in the strict sense, but he is more stylish than most artists.

This paper account is used to share some information from Cao Xuan's official sources.

When posting on the forum, I would directly add an attachment like "Yang-Dekang, personal assistant of Cao Xuan Studio" to let others know that this is authoritative information.

Lao Yang clicked on the switch account and selected another account and password in the password book.

Log in.

The account on the phone screen changed, and the avatar became a handsome British president with curly hair.

「Username: Handsome, melancholy young poet · Young」

"Identity authentication: None (You have not yet performed any identity authentication)"

It is Edward Yang's trumpet.

Lao Yang's account has professional endorsement, so he has to show the style of Teacher Yang and be a decent teacher. It is not convenient to use it to criticize others.

One of the great pleasures in Lao Yang's life is to use his trumpet to fight with trolls in art forums, acting as a keyboard warrior and engaging in debates with scholars.

You don't have to take responsibility for criticizing others.

So cool.

In the past few days, he has been fighting with others over Gu Weijing's paper. For no other reason, Lao Yang simply enjoys the fun of this kind of fighting. He turned to a message he had left a week ago.

"...Creative people can always see the truth from the tiniest gaps, this is what Keats said! I think Gu Weijing's guess is very close to the truth of the matter. It is normal to have unsolved mysteries. You can't just speculate in conspiracy theories or shocking ways. Otherwise, if you want me to guess, I would guess that this Carol is Ms. K. from Oil Painting magazine. Wouldn't that attract more attention... Didn't Ms. Elena just mention in her speech that she has a painter ancestor..."

No way.

No way.

No way.

Oh my god, this can’t be true?

"1876? The date would make sense."

Old Yang slumped in his chair, looking at Miss Elena and Gu Weijing on the stage, wondering if there was a possibility... maybe he had just narrowly missed one of the most amazing leaks in the art world of this century?

"If I had bought this painting from him in advance..."

In a daze.

He seemed to see a 32-foot sailboat floating on the sunny and blue Mediterranean coast.

Shit.

What 32-foot sailboat? Who are you looking down on?
If he could pick up this loophole, Teacher Yang would just turn around and talk about the Titanic.
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Someone off the field had already smelled the truth with a nose as sharp as a dog.

The scene on the field was another matter.

"This is the discovery of the century, ladies and gentlemen, this is the discovery of the century. At this point, everything makes sense."

Mr. Alexander was in a state of uncontrollable excitement.

He stood up and opened his briefcase.

He took out four pre-printed papers from the briefcase, distributed them to the guests on the stage, and then simply handed the briefcase away.

“You can circulate the remaining papers among the Biennale guests in the audience.”

Rikiya Ameda also got a copy of the article, which read: "The Forgotten Female Painter Carole: The Mystery of the Identity of Monet's Wife Camille."

“This is my personal research finding.”

Alexander said.

"I've done some very interesting research," he enthused.

"I believe you have read my paper beforehand."

The man with the same golden-red hair as Carol looked at Anna with fiery eyes, "Very interesting, it is very interesting, Camille and Carol. Very bold and wonderful idea."

"I have read the material you sent to Oil Painting magazine."

Anna put the boat ticket in her hand on the coffee table and waved gently.

Snapped.

As the female host moved, the content displayed on the large screen at the back changed once.

It is still "The Old Church in a Thunderstorm" on the cover of Gu Weijing's paper.

On the left and right sides of the painting, a new impressionist oil painting appeared. One of them was a woman holding an umbrella under a clear blue sky, looking back at the creator. Her face was shrouded in a white veil, hazy and full of affection. The other painting was more vivid, with the umbrella in the woman's hand replaced by an oriental folding fan. She was still looking back, wearing a red brocade kimono, with her golden hair hanging down. The wall behind her was covered with all kinds of oriental round fans painted with landscapes and figures.

Next to it are the numbers 1875 and 1876.

The art lovers in the room naturally recognized the two paintings immediately.

"Woman with a Parasol" created in 1875 and "Camille in a Kimono" created in 1876 are both the most representative works of Monet's life. The former is perhaps even more famous and influential than Monet's "Water Lilies". It can be regarded as the most representative work of the entire Impressionist movement and even the entire history of Western oil painting.

The woman in the two paintings is the same person - Claude Monet's first wife and his exclusive female model, Madame Camille.

"Mr. Alexander, you think that Camille in Monet's painting is the same person as the female painter Carroll who painted this work in 1876."

The hostess looked at Alexander as if she had been waiting for this.

"I know. You've made a very surprising hypothesis."

Shocking.

The moment Miss Elena's words came out, an uncontrollable discussion broke out in the opera house.

The attention of everyone in the topic just now was still focused on the dispute between Rossings and Gu Weijing.

just now.

People no longer cared about poor Rosings.

No one even pays attention to Gu Weijing anymore.

All eyes were focused on Alexander, and he became the focus of everyone's attention.

It was one thing for an unknown female painter to exist in the world in 1876.

The fact that this female painter was the wife of Claude Monet is another matter entirely.

Like a spark falling into leaking hydrogen.

then.

Thunder and lightning were born.

boom!
Even those fans who just managed to grab tickets to be in the audience knew what the news meant. Everyone was whispering and saying something to the people around them.

Amaze and discuss.

The noisy sound that should have been as soft as the buzz of a mosquito was uttered from countless mouths at the same time, and was reflected by the opera house's good sound-focusing effect, sounding like the whisper of a giant.

Some guests had previously browsed related information online, and some had even read Alexander's paper on the pre-publication website.

At that time, everyone might have just laughed it off.

But now.

At this special point in time, after even the big critic Rosings admitted that there really was such a female painter named Carroll, they re-examined this conjecture and had more or less different opinions in their minds.

Yu Tianli was not one of those who had read Alexander's paper. He just vaguely knew that it existed.

He quickly flipped through the copy of the thesis in his hand, reading ten lines at a glance.

It was different from what he thought.

Compared with this much-talked-about conjecture, the paper itself seems much more ordinary.

The article compares and analyzes the similarities between the names of Camille and Carroll, and the similarities between the brushstrokes in "Old Church in Thunderstorm" and Monet's works. The vast majority of the article is spent on analyzing the relationship between Monet and his wife.

Rather than an artistic research, the paper written by Rikiya Ameda is more like a gender article exploring the ethical relationship between husband and wife.

After all, it is something published on a pre-print website and has not been reviewed by an editor. It is mainly used to occupy a spot and prove that you are the first discoverer. The academic requirements are not as high as those required by top serious journals.

This type of research, which is more archaeological in nature, is something that even great scholars like to give their discoveries a sensational title first.

When Schliemann excavated Troy, he announced to the world that he was the first to find the golden treasure described in the ancient epic - the treasure of Priam.

He was very popular for a while.

Today's academic view is that the ancient city of Troy is somewhat credible, but the treasure of Priam is a bit far-fetched. Schliemann made a big mistake. The things he dug out were at least ten centuries away from the time when Priam lived.

Anyway, the gimmick was quite full at that time.

Just like what Alexander is doing at this moment.

He looked at Gu Weijing and thought, "Now, this is my good luck."

(End of this chapter)