Almighty painter

Chapter 851 Mixed Doubles (Part )

Alexander licked his lips, which were dry from the rush of blood.

"37 years. Rodin's lover Camille waited for 37 years for a fair outcome. And Monet's wife Camille has been waiting for a century and a half, a full 150 years, for a fair outcome."

"And if I, if I don't stand up bravely and do something, she will wait for 37 years, 150 years, and never wait for the day when the academic community will recognize her contribution. Duchamp, he learned to think from other people's perspectives 100 years ago and bravely explored social issues, but you, you can't learn it today, and you won't be able to learn it a hundred years from now."

"I don't mean that. Even if Carol is Carla, she is still a female painter, isn't she? This accusation is totally unreasonable." Gu Weijing said.

"No, it looks like that. In fact, it's just an illusory name. You are actually trying to escape from such an unequal relationship. You are erasing Carol's real achievements. Did she just paint a picture accidentally, or can she be listed as the greatest creator in the history of oil painting?"

"Similar rhetoric was used for Rodin's lover. Oh, yes, she was a woman with some talent, and she did not intend to create something, but... she was not Rodin, and she could not become Rodin. This is a classic argument. She was Carla, not Camille, and she could not become Monet."

"you!"

The man pointed at Gu Weijing's nose with his fingertips.

"You would rather pull out random names from corners whose real situation no one knows to make up the numbers, rather than admit the answer right beside you. You are essentially unwilling to admit the occurrence of this unfairness and do everything you can to obstruct it. You are unwilling to look up at the shadows around the art giants. What is stereotype? This is the real stereotype. You think Monet must be great. Gu Weijing, you are the kind of person who would go back in time and drive them out of the studio, out of the school, and out of the art exhibition."

"Do you know who else thinks this way? They implemented the 3K policy, fired female scholars, required women not to engage in academic subjects and artistic creation, and could not be doctors or lawyers. They denied women the right to receive education and work, believing that they were born without outstanding logical judgment and artistic creation ability, and were only controlled by simple emotional nature. They should just stay in the church and be influenced by the Lord."

"Hitler."

He said.

"There are indeed some people around us who 'deserve' to be called Fascism and scolded as Adolf. He totally deserves it!"

Alexander spoke very quickly and delivered his entire argument in one breath, not giving anyone else a chance to interrupt.

Until he threw down an extremely shocking conclusion with a loud bang.

There was silence.

Silence fell.

This surprising turn of events completely stunned everyone in the room. No one could have imagined at the beginning of the interview that when the interview was nearing its end, the two guests who seemed to be on the same side and on the same front would start arguing with each other.

It's more than just a quarrel.

Judging from the tone, he was determined to fight to the death. What came out of Alexander's mouth was not just saliva, but deadly bullets.

Gu Weijing was called Adolf by others, which was almost the most severe accusation.

It is even worse than being called a liar with bad intentions.

Even Sir Brown could not stand the same accusation and chose to publish a clarification statement in the newspaper in shame.

What’s more, it was Gu Weijing.

Once he suffered such a stigma, it almost immediately spelled the end of his career.

Sir Brown, as the most prestigious and powerful person in the industry, was able to keep his tail between his legs after being sent to the ICU, relying on the money of Kruger Brothers Bank to pave the way and being given a breath of life by a "pacemaker".

Young people like Gu Weijing...

How could he have such qualifications?
The audience was noisy and talking a lot.

Alexander's saliva almost splashed on Gu Weijing's face, but Gu Weijing was still looking at him carefully.

He knew what Alexander was thinking.

He knew it from the beginning.

Gu Weijing thought that he would not be angered. With mental preparation, he should be able to face everything more calmly.

Alexander in the audience or Tangning on the stage, they both made a mistake. Gu Weijing's silence and listening did not mean weakness.

There is a world of difference between them.

"Mr. Alexander, I'm sorry, you still don't understand what this painting means to me." - Gu Weijing said this sentence over and over again with great seriousness.

pity.

No one is listening.

They never really listened.

For Alexander on the stage, this stage is an opportunity to fight for fame and fortune. For Tang Ning off the stage, anyone who offends him in such a critical occasion is his enemy and should be beheaded without mercy.

Only Gu Weijing didn't think so.

He really came here for academic discussion.

"I have to stay honest for Carol's sake."

he said to himself.

It was because of this honesty that no matter how he was offended today, he never lost his temper and just responded.

The other party raised questions.

He answered seriously.

Rosings accused him of being a liar. He saw Rosings' distrust but was willing to understand him.

Alexander wanted to get attention, so he said anything as sensational as possible.

This does not mean that if Gu Weijing wants to defeat Alexander, he also has to make some sensational and harsh remarks, or even make up some eye-catching background stories for Kara.

This is an academic interview, and Gu Weijing believes in the power of communication.

He believes more in the power of sincerity.

Some things transcend the mundane successes and failures of the material world and rise to the heights of the spiritual world.

This is the meaning of art.

"The Old Man and the Sea." - Gu Weijing always remembers what happened that day when he and his grandfather went fishing.

Grandpa didn't catch any fish, but he sat coolly by the breakwater of Binhai Beach for the whole day. Until he was sent back to the hotel by Gu Tongxiang in the afternoon, the old man's majestic demeanor showed no disappointment, anxiety or loneliness, just like Jiang Taigong sitting on the fishing platform.

Shortly after Gu Weijing returned to the room.

He received a new photo updated on his grandfather's INS. He was standing on the dock, holding a sand tip fish weighing more than 20 to 30 kilograms and as long as half his arm. He was smiling brightly, looking like a fishing master.

After waiting for several hours in the afternoon, it seemed that Old Man Gu finally reaped the rewards.

The fish is the material symbol of the encouraging words "Perseverance is victory".

however.

Even if Gu Tongxiang sat on the beach all day and didn't catch any fish, did he really return to the hotel empty-handed? Was he really a "loser"?

Gu Weijing doesn't think so.

After going back.

Following his grandfather's advice, he carefully reread the story of "The Old Man and the Sea". The plot was not complicated, and it only took him a short time to read it again on his mobile phone.

After drifting for eighty-four days, the old man caught a huge marlin.

He failed to bring the marlin back to San Diego Harbor, and only brought back a fish skeleton that was eighteen feet long from nose to tail.

Isn’t this a story about “elegant failure”, about resisting the cruel law of the jungle where the winners are kings and the losers are bandits, and the weak are preyed upon by the strong?

He felt that his grandfather was telling him a truth through this story: Those who have a lot of money are not necessarily successful.

People with only one fish bone are not necessarily losers in the social sense.

The process is more important than the result.

What matters is not whether you can bring back the fish, but the courage to persevere.

It's a fight.

For his marlin, the old man fought bravely, desperately and unswervingly with the sea.

For his persistence, for his "Old Church in a Thunderstorm", and for Carroll, Gu Weijing should have fought bravely, fought desperately, and fought unswervingly in the interview with "Oil Painting" magazine.

Even if in the end only a fishing line can be used to tie up the remains of the dead fish.

Gu Weijing once thought that his enemies were Elena's family and Oil Painting magazine.

The Elena family and Oil Painting magazine were so powerful that they seemed invincible. Gu Weijing certainly had no assurance of winning. He was prepared to lose the competition, but he still came here with his head held high.

Because the struggle itself is the meaning.

"A man can be destroyed but not defeated."

The condescending critic, heiress of the Irena family, and artistic director Anna Irena can destroy him but cannot defeat him.

Gu Weijing's way of fighting is to speak seriously, sincerely, calmly and even gently.

It's not a debate, it's a story.

In a debate, he had no reason to win over Anna, but he had a sincere heart.

They are all lying. They don't care about the facts, they only care about their own interests.

Gu Weijing doesn't do that.

This is the best resistance.

He loves this world and believes that in this world, there are people who care about facts, people who can hear his sincerity, and people who are moved by his sincerity.

Perhaps that couldn't be the Alexander in front of him.

He never just talked to Alexander in front of him.

How can a person defeat a demon by becoming a demon? If so, where is the victory of justice? If he makes himself like Alexander, then what is the meaning of academic debate other than getting more hatred from the audience?

Gu Weijing was able to walk out of Brother Hao’s Xihe Club.

It was just because he figured out one thing, what he wanted - for him, dying noble is better than living as a cowardly accomplice.

Brother Hao talked to him about the logic of the underworld, the logic of the Godfather, and the logic of the strong.

He couldn't use the same underworld logic with Brother Hao. He couldn't say that Brother Hao was bad, so he was worse than Brother Hao, enduring for thirty years, killing, killing, killing, killing, thinking that when Gu Weijing became the big brother in the underworld and unified the underworld, he would turn around and take Brother Hao in as his dog.

Not to mention how ridiculous this matter itself is.

The moment Gu Weijing compromised, he had already lost forever.

His victory is at most just the victory of the next Brother Hao, and it will not make any difference to the world.

What he is talking about can only be the logic of the weak, the most powerless ordinary people.

Sorry.

Gu Weijing found that he was a weakling in the face of the darkness of society. He was just an ordinary person. He thought his plan was so ingenious and that he could fight wits and courage with villains like in the movies. He thought he was a detective cat and participated in an art exhibition. How awesome. But when Brother Hao really exerted a little force, he immediately fell down, and he was "captured" and taken to Xihe Guild Hall. People just want to have fun, just watching you flutter in their hands, and when they get tired of playing, they want to pinch you to death, so they pinch you to death.

But the weak can also be brave.

The weak do not have to compromise, and the most powerless ordinary people can make the world a little different.

What the old man brought back from the sea was not only the pale fish bones, but also something else, something more grand and magnificent, with real vibrant vitality.

"This is a serious accusation. If my words just now may cause misunderstanding among the audience, I apologize. This was not my intention."

Gu Weijing looked at Alexander quietly.

laugh.

Perhaps because the answer sounded too weak, Alexander felt contempt in his heart and burst into a loud sneer.

Anyone can hear the performance element in Alexander's smile.

He did it on purpose.

He gave her a smug glance that said - hey, I just punched you in the face and you were like, oh, sorry, sorry, I slipped.

Now you know what will happen if you go against him.

I guess he was frightened by Alexander's fierce speech just now. It's only natural that Sir Brown would be numb when faced with such an accusation. What is he?

It's too late to be afraid now.

You could have been a minor character in Carol's background, but you had to jump out like a psycho to cause trouble.

Now, he doesn't have to be a supporting role anymore, and can directly be the villain clown that is bound to appear in all Hollywood biographical films.

"Of course, these are serious accusations, but they are facts. I am not one to make random accusations, I am just pointing out your true thoughts. If you want, you can also call me Hitler." Alexander leaned back in his chair and made an obvious gesture.

"Just see if anyone will believe it. It's the Sutra, that's the difference."

He showed the kind of smug smile that seemed to be of a show and that seemed to show him standing on the moral high ground. Some of the guests in the audience were amused by this smile and they also chuckled.

“I don’t think this is funny.”

Gu Weijing straightened his back and slowly unbuttoned the bottom button of his shirt.

"Also, Mr. Eliak Alexander, today is the first time we have met. I don't think our relationship has progressed to the point where we can directly address each other as Gu or Wei Jing. Your tone makes me uncomfortable."

"Please call me Gu Weijing or Mr. Gu. It's polite."

Gu Weijing's voice was not very loud, and it even sounded a bit low.

Even at this moment.

He still uses honorifics and suggestive sentences.

But he seemed to suddenly become completely different from just now, the difference between a sword wrapped in a brown leather sheath and a sword unsheathed.

He was enveloped by an aura that was far more powerful than his seemingly thin body.

Dangerous and powerful.

Several guests in the audience who had just smiled in response to Alexander stopped smiling immediately.

In 1951, Hemingway wrote the last words of The Old Man and the Sea in his villa in Havana, Cuba:

The old man is dreaming about a lion.

A very literary ending.

Today, when he came to the interview site of Oil Painting magazine, when he spoke the first sentence, Gu Weijing came with the lion of his dream.

(End of this chapter)