Almighty painter

Chapter 870: Silent Contest

Anna frowned.

Miss Elena never likes to be lenient or yielding in such situations.

The so-called awe-inspiring majesty is to bravely exercise the power in your hands. Think about it, how could the legendary king of gods not use lightning because he was afraid of its power?
The ocean-going sailors and pirates of ancient Nordic countries were unruly, ferocious and brutal, but they were also the most god-fearing group of people in the world, because they were witnessing the supreme majesty of nature all the time.

When they sail on the shallows in clear weather and gentle breeze, and easily return with a full load on their first voyage, will they offer sacrifices to the gods as devoutly as the old sailors did?
of course not.

They would say a few prayers, but in their hearts they would feel happy that they had made the right choice, or simply think that they were born with good luck. Then they would get off the ship with the gold coins, go whoring and gambling in the port, and get drunk.

People become pious only after witnessing boundless murderous intent.

Only in the raging waves that could capsize the sailboat at any time, only when the wrath that illuminates the world descends from around them and strikes the surrounding water. Only when trapped on an isolated island with no wind around them, will the burly descendants of the Vikings huddle and kneel on the deck, offering the most generous sacrifice to the gods in the sky, dumping whale oil, goods and jewels, barrel after barrel, box after box into the sea.

Then.

Mr. Alexander.

The descendant of the Nordic people who made the mistake, is the soul of the ancient sailor still alive in his heart? If so, at the moment when he greedily reached out to steal the treasure that did not belong to him from the temple.

He should be prepared to be thrown into the sea or made into a dog chew stick.

The woman crossed her fingers and her eyes were almost slapping Gu Weijing.

Please go away, this is none of your business.

There was a quiet stubbornness in Gu Weijing's eyes, like a reef that could not be moved no matter how hard the waves hit it.
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Forty minutes later.

Backstage at the opera house, almost all the prominent media reporters in Singapore gathered here, not only art news media, but also local social news veteran media such as Lianhe Zaobao. They had no interest in this academic lecture at first, but after receiving detailed information, they immediately sent an elite interview team.

What happened at the opera house today, especially what was revealed by Miss Irina regarding Kara, was enough to make the front pages of most news media.

More media and guest judges who wanted to have more in-depth communication with Oil Painting magazine could not even squeeze into the backstage of the opera house due to the number of people.

No one wanted to leave just like that.

After the interview, they could only remain seated in the opera house, lingering for a long time and unwilling to leave, or wait at the door outside the art center to see if they could get some good luck by chance.

Everyone was eager to find the guests on the other side's interview stage that had just ended.

It depends on the object.

Either it is widely praised or it is additionally ridiculed.

Just now, Dr. Gustav from Yale University was recognized by sharp-eyed reporters when he was leaving the backstage, and was immediately surrounded by three layers of people inside and outside.

Like many art scholars.

In real life, the doctor himself is actually a little bit socially anxious, or at least quite introverted and shy.

During the interview on the stage, because the sofas and coffee tables were designed in a warm home style, and the lights on the stage were bright while the lights in the audience seats were dim, it seemed as if the interviewees formed an independent space in a parallel time and space.

In addition, Gustav has always been a marginal OB character in the dialogue, and this point is not highlighted.

People just felt that the doctor's voice was a little thin.

When the shutter sounds and machine gun-like sounds rang out continuously and the doctor was surrounded by a large number of microphones, it was obvious that he had never seen such a big scene in his life. He lowered his head in embarrassment, pinched the hem of his clothes with his hands, and his speech was almost inaudible.

Reporters kept asking Gustav to speak louder.

The peripheral media could only direct the microphones to the Biennale guests who came to listen to the interview, hoping that they could share their views.

The doctor is shy, some people are not shy.

“A very interesting interview.”

The middle-aged man with a protruding belly and wearing a gold Rolex watch was moving around among the reporters, and looking at his comfortable appearance, he was much more at ease in this kind of occasion than poor Dr. Gustav.

"It's really exciting."

Teacher Yang spoke highly of it, saying, "Today's news is undoubtedly extremely shocking. I am very happy to see that a touching story that has been buried in history for many years can be brought to light on such an occasion. Ms. Kara and... more importantly, Gu Weijing is a very, very upright person. He is very kind, and this shining point of humanity is no less than the shining point of spirit that burst out from the struggle between Kara and her family."

"Let me tell you a big secret—"

Mr. Yang licked his lips vigorously twice.

He paused dramatically for a few seconds, annoyingly whetting the appetite of all the reporters around him, and then said, "These are the original words of Mr. Cao Xuan's evaluation of Gu Weijing. He said that today, he saw the light from Gu Weijing and the light from Kara shining on the stage. The predecessors helped the descendants, and the descendants also helped the predecessors. This is more important than the painting "Old Church in Thunderstorm" or the foundation of tens of millions of euros... You can write these words in the interview intact, without changing a word. I, Yang Dekang, am responsible for their authenticity-"

The reporters kept taking pictures frantically.

"If I am to judge it myself, then please allow me to quote Keats. 'Beauty is truth, truth is beauty - this is all a man knows and should know in the world.' In my mind, the confrontation between Gu Weijing and Alexander on the stage is a typical example of using honesty to defeat lies..."

"Mr. Yang, Mr. Yang. Can you tell us more about Mr. Cao Xuan?"

More than one media person asked this question at this moment.

Rather than listening to Yang Dekang showing off here, everyone is more interested in Mr. Cao Xuan.

"Why did Cao Xuan appear at today's interview? According to the news just now, not only Cao Xuan, but all of Mr. Cao's living disciples are here. This can't be a coincidence, right?"

"Are you here specifically to listen to the interview with Oil Painting magazine? Were you invited by the Elena family? Does this move mean that Cao Xuan wants to strengthen cooperation with Oil Painting magazine? We have heard that Sir Brown and Mr. Cao Xuan had private contact..."

"Before he came, did he know about the connection between the painting called "Old Church in a Thunderstorm" and Elena's family?"

"Mr. Yang! Mr. Yang!"

A colleague from a local newspaper waved his hand, trying to attract everyone's attention: "I noticed that Mr. Cao Xuan mentioned his appreciation for a young artist in his speech at the European Art Conference earlier this year. Combined with what I heard today, looking at all of Master Cao Xuan's past public statements, he rarely showed such an obvious fondness for his juniors. The last person to receive such praise was Tang Ning many years ago. Can I assume that the young man praised by Mr. Cao at the European Art Conference is today's Gu Weijing? Does he have any long-term plans for Gu Weijing's career development, or is it..."

Old Yang looked at all this with dissatisfaction.

Huh! These guys are all concerned about Gu Weijing. Even if they care about Gu Weijing, Teacher Yang is still a big shot. Isn't his opinion and guidance on Gu Weijing important?
There are quite a few art media here. When Lao Yang first came to Singapore, they all rushed to book him for an interview.

Now that they have smelled bigger news, they no longer take Teacher Yang seriously.

Teacher Yang looked around at the camera lenses facing him with a sense of unsatisfaction, feeling that he had not been able to pretend to be happy or see things clearly.

however.

Even if he is no longer good at pretending, Lao Yang dare not pretend to be an expert on this issue.

"Coincidence? Well, of course, of course, this is definitely not a coincidence. Mr. Cao came to the Biennale today on purpose, and I can also clearly say that, yes, Gu Weijing, he is the young man that Mr. Cao mentioned at the European Art Annual Conference. Of course, the specific inside story, I? I definitely know, but it is not convenient for me to talk about it here."

"You can go and listen to what Mr. Cao Xuan has to say. I think you don't have to wait too long. I can even say that Mr. Cao really thinks highly of Gu Weijing. Of course, I also have a very good relationship with Mr. Gu. Yes, yes, let me tell you another secret. He and I have known each other for a long time. When I first met him at the art project at the beginning of the year, I thought he was a really great young man and immediately decided to give him a set of painting supplies! I was the one who drove him here today..."

Old Yang raised his chin high.

Let those cameras make me look cooler and like a caring and good brother.

Do you understand that Gu Weijing calls me Brother Yang in private?
Whether it was catching Gustav for an interview or Lao Yang taking the initiative to tell everyone not to pity him just because he was a delicate flower, and to feel free to take pictures.

All of these things are alternative options that can provide consolation when there is no way to find the real culprit.

Whether it was the reporters surrounding Gustav, the reporters surrounding Yang Dekang, or the reporters who grabbed some guests from the Biennale organizing committee and asked them to express their opinions, everyone, during the interview, kept one eye and ears perked up to listen, look, and observe the depths of the backstage corridor.

They were all thinking about one question -

In this interview titled "Oil Painting·Gu Weijing: The Discovery and Research of Impressionist Female Painter Carroll", what are the two people who symbolize the two most important elements in the name doing at the moment?
……

Powder room.

The magazine's deputy editor-in-chief, Mr. Newzlan, knocked on the door several times, trying to alert the art director. Several important local media outlets, including Lianhe Zaobao, had been waiting for a long time, hoping to meet Anna, but they still only received a reply asking them to keep waiting.

It was in stark contrast to the noisy and bustling scene at the backstage door.

How noisy it is outside.

How quiet it is in the dressing room.

The window was blown open from the inside by a hand wearing a white glove. The breeze from the distant coast swirled a few times, poured in through the gaps, and lifted the white sun-proof gauze curtain.

The woman withdrew her hand.

A dog with black and white spots stretched out its front legs and placed them between the woman's legs, sticking out its tongue flatteringly. The woman took out a small comb and combed the slightly curly hair behind its ears.

She sat in front of the dressing mirror, motionless and silent. The dog's head occasionally turned, looking at its owner, then looking into the house and barking twice.

Its sound was lost in the whistling wind on the coast.

If there were a paparazzi looking out the window at this moment, he would see the foggy sunlight, the foggy air and the foggy woman through a layer of veil.

It's a wonderful impressionist painting.

……

After the interview.

Miss Elena invited Gu Weijing to sit alone in the dressing room where they met, but she herself had a stern face and combed the dog's hair without saying a word.

It's called the silent offensive.

When she was a student, Anna understood the silent magic of controlling people's hearts. She only needed to sit there, and if she wanted, her lips would be slightly curved, just like the Mona Lisa.

People will always carefully observe her facial expressions.

As long as she did.

Everyone will find her mysterious and unfathomable.

If she slightly raised the corners of her mouth and widened the arc of her lips, the other person would think that he or she had been greatly rewarded.

Anna pursed her lips slightly and frowned, and the students around her became silent and frightened.

Between combing hair.

Miss Elena glanced at the mirror while lowering her head, using her eyes to pierce the other person like a needle, to see how "Student Gu Weijing" was reflecting on his mistakes.

But saw.

He was sitting quietly in a chair, flipping through the book "Goethe's Poems" on the table.

Hey, I'm not happy, pay attention! Little painter, I'm not happy!
Shouldn't you want to show something?

Miss Elena slammed the comb on the dressing table, then patted August's ear and gently pointed at the person in the mirror.

August turned the dog's head.

The Springer Spaniel spent about 0.275 seconds doing some reading comprehension and analyzing the situation on the scene.

Wang.

It made a gurgling sound in its throat, indicating that it understood.

August raised his paw, held his head high and chest out, and walked majestically to Gu Weijing's feet, baring his teeth.

Anna just nodded with satisfaction.

I think I still have to rely on the dog.

Then August stuck out his tongue, licked Gu Weijing's ankles, and then jumped obediently into his arms.

Snapped.

Anna was furious.

(End of this chapter)