Almighty painter

Chapter 861 Kara von Elena
"Ms. Elena, I don't understand how you can come to such a conclusion?" Dr. Gustav asked in confusion.
"What do you mean by unequal power relations?"

"Resistance, struggle, choice... everything, "Old Church in a Thunderstorm" is a work about personal destiny. Mr. Gu and I have reached an agreement on this point." Miss Elena said: "In the distant view of the picture, thunderclouds cover the sky, it wraps the clouds, and suddenly there is a moment, lightning, electric light... it tilts out from the gaps in the dark clouds with god-like majesty, and the near view of the picture - the church and candlelight."

Anna thought for a moment and said.

"For a long time, I thought of them as a whole. Until one moment, I vaguely felt that I had touched another possibility. What the owner of the painting wanted to express was more intense than I thought."

"you are right?"

The doctor tilted his head and looked at the guest next to him for help.

Alexander remained silent.

Rosings looked as confused as he was.

Gu Weijing...the young man was staring at the host in a trance.

"This is not a religious painting of the "Hallelujah" type. We all know that Monet painted many, many church-related paintings, making the stones evaporate in the sun - Mara once said this when commenting on Monet's Rouen Cathedral series. Some people believe that Monet's church paintings are like a deconstruction of divinity. The painter, relying on his own subjective will, evenly applied the divine power hidden inside the church to the stones on the surface of the church, and let it rise in the sun by changing the light."

“There’s a strong symbolism in his work.”

"Do you think the same symbolism also appears in the painting "Old Church in a Thunderstorm"? "Gu Weijing asked.

"Yes, you can say that, but it's not the deconstruction of divinity, but the deconstruction of narrative power." Miss Elena said, "When I stood in front of the church, I suddenly realized that a very different point is that perhaps in the eyes of the female painter Carol at that time, it has nothing to do with angels or demons. It is just a carrier with special meanings..."

"I know that Elena's family is a very devout Catholic."

Alexander suddenly spoke up.

He actually interrupted Anna in a shouting tone.

Alexander looked at Anna with a look that was either desperate, begging, or desperate. "Miss Elena, I have no intention of offending you at all. Neither your views nor your beliefs. No, not at all. But I can understand that critics can see the deconstruction of divinity in Monet's works. You said that you can see the deconstruction of power in "Old Cathedral in Thunderstorm"? "

Even if this person is the art manager of Oil Painting.

You have to have some basic sense!

Isn't Miss Elena's point of view even more bizarre and far-fetched than Alexander's argument?

In order to make a judgment, Alexander at least had some documentary materials for reference.

Anna can't just say that she sees it and then she sees it.

"This doesn't sound like an art critic's argument. It's directly in the realm of spiritualism. It doesn't seem like something that comes from analyzing a work of art. It's more like the inspiration of a god..."

Anna glanced at Alexander.

His voice became weaker and weaker, and he tried to mutter with all his might.

"Excuse me for being blunt. Can a person really understand so many things just by standing in front of a church? Sorry, that church should have nothing to do with the Elena family, right? It is a Protestant church built by the British on the other side of the Eurasian continent, thousands of kilometers away. If it is really a divine revelation..."

Alexander originally wanted to tell a humorous joke to lighten the atmosphere and point out the absurdity of the internal logic of this matter.

But under Anna's gaze, he slowly lost his confidence and obediently closed his mouth again.

"Feel sorry."

Ok.

You are the Boss.

If you say you can see it, then you can see it. Smart people can see it, and those who can't see it are not smart enough.

Alexander was like a dead fish basking in the sun on the deck. He struggled unwillingly to turn himself over, spit out two bubbles with great effort, and then lay down dejectedly under Anna's gaze, allowing her to pick him up and fry, stir-fry, stew, steam, or braise him.

"Do you have evidence to prove this?" Gu Weijing asked softly.

"Have."

Anna nodded, "Of course I do."

"Remember Ms. K.? My great-great-grandfather wrote on the first day of the publication of Oil Painting magazine that a beautiful soul cannot be bound and she will find freedom on her own, Ms. K."

"I knew you were going to mention her, but I was asking for evidence."

"She lived in Paris, France for quite a long time when she was young, and her full name is Carla von Elena. However, she usually uses an alias when she is outside. Because our family has Greek ancestry, the family likes to call her by the Greek nickname Coral. This is why I was able to hold that boat ticket."

"When she came of age, like many wealthy men at the time, she planned a grand tour. Her destination was not Greece or Rome, but a trip across the entire Eurasian continent. At that time, the Austro-Hungarian Empire had a special passport for the nobility. Holders of this passport enjoyed special treatment when riding on the Eurostar train or the passenger ships of some cruise companies, and were almost never checked by the police or customs."

"That's why there's only a simple name of Carol on the ticket. I guess it's for safety reasons."

Alexander's face changed drastically.

His head was buzzing, as if he had suddenly lost the ability to hear. He just sat there blankly, watching Anna's lips move.

The whole audience was shocked.

Mr. Rikiya Ameda, who was taking notes seriously in the audience, tore the page with his pen tip. Due to inertia, the pen tip also threw out a large string of ink, staining his white shirt with several drops of blue-black ink.

Yutian Liya stared at the stains on his notebook with regret.

Every little bit.

The droplet-shaped ink runs diagonally across the paper like an exclamation mark.

Last time he changed a line of ink into a crescent.

this time.

No matter how Mr. Yutian's aesthetic obsession attacks, he can't modify it to look good. He can skip the steps of changing the beauty into Zhang Fei and then Zhang Fei into a willow tree, and directly apply ink to write the golden characters.
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The spotlights on the ceiling of the opera house illuminate the faces with different expressions under the stage.

There are big shocks and small shocks in the world.

Every time some eye-catching or sensational viewpoint was brought up during the previous conversation, it shocked many people, and the whispers of people were like thunder.

That was just a small shock.

The small shock dropped into the crowd was like a large red-hot iron ball dropped into the water.

It will stir up splashes of water, create ripples, and produce bursts of hazy white smoke and hiss continuously.

When shocking words fall into a crowd, it is like a whole sun rolling into a lake.

There was no sound at all.

All discussions were evaporated within a thousandth of a second.

Just evaporation, just sublimation.

Time froze. The 1,500 spectators in the venue were just like this, each with their own face and their own actions. The common point was that they all had the same look of astonishment and were all silent.

The opera house's sound design is superb.

When people were discussing in low voices, nothing seemed to happen. But now the whole place was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. Some people's strange behavior was immediately highlighted.

"Click, click, click..."

The middle-aged man in the front row suddenly made a spasmodic gurgling sound. Old Yang collapsed on the chair, gasping for air, and his tongue seemed to be sticking out.

"Ok?"

Mr. Cao has experienced many ups and downs, and even in a situation like this, his expression remains calm as usual.

He was not stunned by Anna's earth-shattering news, but noticed the abnormality of his assistant. Yang Dekang was forty years old, and like all greasy middle-aged people, he could not escape the fate of high blood lipids and fatty liver, but fortunately, he was quite lively in most cases.

What happened suddenly?
Old Yang even ignored Mr. Cao.

Yang Dekang lay in a chair, feeling so heartbroken that his Parkinson's disease was about to flare up.

"Oh, I got it right, sir, I got it right, sir, I guessed it right... sir, I guessed it right! I knew it!"

I'm going!

He held his phone with shaking hands. It turned out that he had been so close to financial freedom. He, Yang Dekang, was only one step away from picking up this epic leak, the ultimate treasure of Oil Painting magazine, and a wonderful life where he could count money until his hands cramped. But he missed it.

He is not greedy.

Leonardo da Vinci's questionable "Salvator Mundi" sold for 5 million yuan, and even if the price is halved or cut off by the ankle, it would still be tens of millions of dollars.

He seemed to be looking at a yacht as big as his own, the Titanic, drifting back and forth.

With a "cool" sound, it hit the iceberg and sank.

Old Yang is in pain.

Invisible tears seemed to flow down his twisted cheeks.

……

Just a few seats away on the other side of Cao Xuan's seat, invisible cold sweat seemed to flow down Liu Ziming's forehead.

I'll go.

Is this even happening?

Although he didn't lose his composure like Lao Yang and almost fainted, Mr. Liu, who was always calm and composed and kept everything to himself, was no less shocked than Lao Yang although he appeared to be tepid on the outside.

The shock is similar, but the difference is that the sources of shock in their hearts are exactly opposite.

How heartbroken and regretful Lao Yang was.

Liu Ziming was very grateful and very scared.

The moment Lao Yang heard Anna say that Ms. K.'s real name was Kara von Elena, he felt like he had missed out on 100 million.

Their own big yacht hit the iceberg and sank before their eyes.

Liu Ziming felt that he had bought a ticket for the Titanic. The night before boarding, after much hesitation, he tore up the ticket. A few days later, while drinking coffee, he read in the newspaper that the cruise ship hit an iceberg during that voyage and sank to the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean in the icy waters close to zero degrees.

You stood frozen in place holding your coffee, reading the front-page headlines of the newspaper over and over again, as if you had crawled back into the warm world from the freezing cold sea.

When Liu Ziming got those materials from Basong, he had no idea that something like this was waiting for him.

On the table stood a spice bottle, its label stained with ink.

Liu Ziming originally thought that the bottle belonged to Gu Weijing. Since he was suspected of having an upset stomach, he decided to throw it into the trash can to be on the safe side.

Damn it.

Got it wrong.

The name under the label was not "Gu Weijing", but "Oil Painting" magazine and Irena's family, and he almost secretly wrote "arsenic" on the bottle himself.

Liu Ziming could actually understand very well the despair in Alexander's heart at this moment as he doubted the whole world.

Almost.

The two of them got together.

Moreover, the nature of the cases is different. Alexander just came to grab the copyright of the painting, while Liu Ziming wanted to say that this matter was fake.

Oh my god.

He just thought that if it really came to that, if the materials in his hands were released, the Elena family might not stand with Gu Weijing at all.

It comes down to it.

It was the painting "Human Noise" that moved him, so he was merciful and chose to reconcile with the other party and let Gu Weijing go.

As soon as Anna said the name "Kara von Elena" on the stage, Liu Ziming realized that it was completely different.

He did not choose to reconcile with Gu Weijing.

He chose to reconcile with himself, show mercy and let himself go.

If Liu Ziming chose to do so, it would not be a problem with Gu Weijing, nor would it be a problem of offending Sakai Kazunari. He would simply rush to a life-and-death fight with Elena's family and Oil Painting magazine.

Liu Ziming was only one step away from the huge abyss, but was moved away by his own miraculous movement.

Pass by.

Otherwise, the Elena family would do everything they could to get to the bottom of this matter, to find out who sent the message and what complicated inside story it was.

Liu Ziming is rich, generous and magnanimous.

He gave Basong 25 US dollars, several times the normal market price, asking him to shut up. For the sake of his teacher and the innocence of his school, he was willing to spend the money.

Liu Ziming has taken this matter seriously enough.

This price is outrageously expensive.

But for the Irina family, this money is just a drop in the ocean. Forget $25. For Kara, for the innocence of the Irina family or Oil Painting magazine, even if it is $250 million, even if it is $2500 million... considering the money invested in Sir Brown's Muse Project.

Maybe they will spend 250 million US dollars.

There are no impervious walls in the world.

friend.

Even if Liu Ziming did not get involved in the art circle, he would still be a wealthy man, but the meaning is different.

He doesn't care about what Elena's family thinks, he also cares about what his teacher thinks.

Liu Ziming felt that even if there were some rumors, Tang Ning's personality would make her a natural suspect and scapegoat, and she might not even bother to explain.

But Junior Sister Tang Ning was just arrogant and outspoken, not stupid.

It was just a small scapegoat for her to bear.

But this is not someone being blamed, it's a meteorite falling from the sky, no, it's the moon falling down, I won't take the blame for that.

(End of this chapter)