Almighty painter

Chapter 875 The Young Pope

Miss Elena reached out, took the note from Alexander's hand, and repeated it again in a slow tone.

“It’s Kenya.”

Her voice was calm and leisurely, and the freezing cold air slowly seeped into Alexander's breath, was inhaled into his lungs, and then seeped into his bones.

I can’t tell whether I’m angry or aggrieved.

Alexander stood there, his lips trembling involuntarily: "No, no, no, you can't do this. We agreed to let God make the decision. This is God's will! The note I drew clearly said "Monet & Camille"..."

Anna shook her head again and spoke gently but firmly in the tone of someone who was correcting wrong words in a composition for a school kid.

“To Kenya.”

She held out her hand to Alexander.

"Welcome to Oil Painting Magazine, Mr. Eliak Alexander, intern assistant. When you walk out of this door, the relevant information will be released on the magazine's official website. A copy of the specific employment contract will also be sent to your email. You can consider it carefully before making a final decision. You have the right to regret at any time."

Judging from Miss Elena's expression, the man fully believed that the relevant notice had been prepared long before he walked into the door.

"But if you decide to fulfill your commitment, please hurry up. If the various appointment procedures are handled quickly enough, you should still be able to catch a flight to Kenya this month."

Alexander felt despair.

He finally turned a pleading look to the young man in the room.

"Mr. Gu..."

Gu Weijing casually picked up the poetry collection on the cabinet, lowered his head, and pretended to read it seriously.

Three minutes later.

Alexander walked out of the room in a daze, holding the offer letter for an internship assistant at Oil Painting magazine in his arms.

The moment the door closed, he heard a chuckle coming from behind the door.
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"What are you laughing at, are you laughing at me?"

Anna turned her head and glanced at the young man.

Gu Weijing stared at the poetry collection.

No answer.

He knew that Miss Elena's dissatisfaction at the moment was probably not directed at Alexander, but at the draw itself.

"I gave him the chance to choose, but he refused. Do you think I went too far?" the woman asked slowly, crumpling up the note on the table.

August, who was lying at the woman's feet, seemed to smell something.

It raised its head and sniffed twice.

The dog flickered its big ears, took two steps smartly, and hid to the side.

The man listened to Miss Elena's calm voice. The casual and pleasant voice and the rustling sound of the paper being repeatedly crumpled were completely mixed together, bringing a very contradictory visual experience.

In conjunction with Alexander's cry of "This is God's will" which was still ringing in his ears.

It was as if there was someone in the room, tearing at the snow-white beard of old God with a calm and extremely nonchalant look.

Gu Weijing is an atheist.

He imagined the scene in his mind and felt like saying "sin, sin" twice.

"The Young Pope, The New Pope." said Gu Weijing.

"I'll take that as a compliment." Anna looked at the door Alexander left. "But it's still far from that. Although I am indeed the new art director of Oil Painting magazine, the youngest art director. But at least at this moment, the title of European Art Pope still belongs to Sir Brown."

"Alexander behaved so obediently only because he had lost all his chips today."

Even if this kind of person wanted to seek refuge with Sir Brown, Sir Brown would not bother to even look at him.

As the secret story that has been buried for one hundred and fifty years reappears in the world along with the painting "Old Church in a Thunderstorm", at this moment, the Irena family is about to enter the most prosperous period in the "Oil Painting" magazine.

Anna, the newly appointed art director, returned to Oil Painting magazine with a momentum similar to that of Steve Jobs' second return to Apple.

but.

These are all prospects for the future.

To say that Sir Brown's position in Oil Painting magazine or even in the entire art field has been completely shaken or even replaced is still a long way to go. After all, Sir Brown's Muse Project is a solid alliance of interests.

Anna wasn't even quite sure how she should choose.

Family reputation is like a smooth, soft cocoon.

She was wrapped in bright silk.

The scenery is infinite.

I am in a dilemma again.

She can do what Miss Elena is best at, which is to divide and win over, and weave all the conspiracies on and off the stage into a web. She is the art director of "Oil Painting" and holds enormous power. When writing editorial articles, she can suppress all galleries that do not listen to her and buy off all galleries that are willing to listen to her.

Ten years later, twenty years later.

She believed she could completely defeat Sir Brown, and Miss Elena was never afraid of a challenge.

But if that were the case, could Oil Painting really become a fair and objective art review media? Review media such as art and film are so difficult, they are full of everyone's subjective preferences, and we hope that the overall style can be fair and objective.

The way to defeat Sir Brown, does it mean becoming another Sir Brown? No, she doesn't need to be Sir Brown, she just needs to be Count Elena.

Excuse me for being frank, but the two titles after the names of Irena's family were not "Count" but "Imperial Count (Reichgraf)". The former was a vassal and the latter was a prince, who was directly loyal to the Emperor of the Holy Roman Empire himself. Although they had no right to elect the throne, in terms of legal and ritual hierarchy theory, they were completely equal to the four famous secular electors, such as the King of Bohemia and the Count of Rhine-Pfalz.

You should really stay away from people like Sir John Browne, who worked hard on Egyptian archaeological research, wrote aesthetic reviews, and turned his hair white before finally getting an OBE medal.

But at the end.

Will this be a magazine that pays tribute to the Kara who once lived in the cellar, or will it be an art magazine that speaks for Countess Elena's own interests?

Women always want to tell themselves that this world is helpless.

There is no absolute justice.

There is no absolute fairness.

There is always someone who needs to do something, it is just a matter of choosing yourself or choosing Sir Brown to do something. The key is that the strong can always make a brave choice and then defeat all enemies that stand in their way.

No matter what the cost.

No matter who the enemy is.

It's Alexander.

There is also an old man with a white beard - whether it is Sir Brown with a white beard, Santa Claus with a white beard or God with a white beard.

Anna clutched the note in her hand.

"From this perspective, it's not wrong." Gu Weijing put the book in his hand aside, "But I'm actually talking about American TV series."

"Oh?" Anna nasally said.

"I watched a TV series in middle school about a fictional youngest pope in history. After he entered the Vatican, he dealt with a cardinal who couldn't remember what crime he had committed. The way he dealt with him was to let the cardinal turn the globe, and wherever the cardinal turned to, he would be the regional bishop." "According to you, everything is God's will."

"Did he move to a very remote place?" Anna said.

"No, he seems to have moved to Manhattan, a place with magnificent church buildings that are as luxurious as palaces."

“He didn’t make it to Manhattan?”

"Yes, the young Pope sent him to Alaska or somewhere in the snow." Gu Weijing said.

Anna smiled softly.

"Very good. But Alexander is hardly a cardinal."

She said, "Next time, when I am ready to pack up Sir Brown and send him off to study Inuit snow paintings, I will consider your suggestion and have him come to me to spin a globe."

Miss Elena let go of her hand.

The sticky note that had been compressed and squeezed together in the palm of his hand rolled out.

Anna unfolded the piece of paper and looked at the name "Monet & Camille" on it.

Alexander did indeed pull out the note he had longed for.

Even if the other party was crazy, he didn't have the courage to continue playing the trick of calling a horse a zebra in front of a woman, which he had done in his paper before.

pick one of two.

He had really good luck in the draw.

But the person I met was Anna Elena.

"This is a very good suggestion. Gu Weijing has indeed come up with a good idea that is close to the best of both worlds."

Anna is willing to follow Gu Weijing's advice and fund scholars to study the little figures in art history.

But it's a pity.

"That's not for you, Mr. Alexander."

She likes stories full of fate, such as "A Study in Scarlet" written by Sherlock Holmes. It is Anna's aesthetic preference.

Women are not the kind of people who would succumb to fate like Mr. Hope.

She is willing to give fate such an opportunity, let it seize it, and make "the evildoers pay the price they deserve."

Unfortunately.

Fate, like so many others before it, tried and failed to please Miss Elena, and it showed itself to be completely devoid of beauty.

So the woman wearily gave her orders to Alexander.

That is not the will of God Almighty.

That was a command from Anna Elena.

Fate said: "Camel".

Anna said: "Kenya".

If fate does not let Alexander pay the price, then Anna will do it herself.
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Inside the opera house.

The interview lasted for several hours, which was a considerable physical burden for an elderly person like Cao Xuan.

After the interview on stage officially ended, the old man gave instructions to his assistant and handed it over to Yang Dekang to deal with the guests in the venue and the media gathered at the art center. He then left accompanied by his disciples.

Judging from the photos captured by reporters with sharp eyes and mobile phones.

Although the old man looked a little tired, he was full of energy and seemed to be in a very good mood.

Liu Ziming did not leave with everyone.

He greeted the teacher and Senior Brother Lin, and remained seated alone. He took out a pipe from his arms and rubbed it between his fingers.

During this time, staff from the opera house came over to dissuade them.

However, he found that this middle-aged man with a cool uncle style only held the empty pipe in his mouth, pretending to smoke, but he was not really puffing out smoke. Although he felt that he had encountered a strange thing, he turned around and left.

Liu Ziming sat alone in the armchair in the front row, without lighting a cigarette or putting any tobacco in his pipe, but he smoked it with great devotion, puff by puff, as if he was savoring the aftertaste of the smoke from the quaint handmade sandalwood pipe over the years, or as if he was smoking alone, savoring the aftertaste of an entire eventful artistic conversation.

Some guests who stayed nearby noticed this scene.

They actually wanted to come over and chat.

The art industry has both a high-brow, untainted by worldly dust, and a pure utopian side, and a rather materialistic side.

Idealism makes this industry appear to be more superior than other industries.

The current situation where the rich are super rich and the poor are super poor makes this industry seem more realistic than other industries.

Also members of the Impressionist movement, rich guys like Degas and Cézanne could afford to listen to operas, date actresses at the Ballet Theatre, and thrive in high society at a time when Monet had to move seven times in one winter.

On the status of the art world.

There is no comparison between Liu Ziming and Elena's family.

On wealth.

Liu Ziming himself is definitely not comparable to Miss Elena.

But if Liu Ziming takes out any one of the two, he can almost instantly stun most people in the audience. Even the European curator Tonks would have to smile with 12 teeth showing to praise him.

This is a real, solid and true bullshit.

During the whole interview, when Liu Ziming was worried about what happened on stage, he was actually receiving a lot of attention. To be specific, in the hearts of many people, Liu Ziming can be called "Little Elena".

Because of his wealth, Liu Ziming's importance in many people's hearts may be much more important than that of his junior sister who is more successful in the art industry.

The value of artists varies.

The silver of the shipping king is real gold and silver.

But people seemed to have vaguely heard that Liu Ziming had a peculiar habit of not liking to be disturbed when he was smoking his pipe alone.

So they were too embarrassed to really come over, for fear of being met with arrogant contempt.

at last.

Liu Ziming had smoked enough "cigarettes", so he put his pipe in his arms, glanced around the theater, found his target, and walked straight over.

At this moment.

Mr. Gu Tongxiang was happily making an overseas call.

The person on the other end of the line was someone Gu Tongxiang had never expected. The other end turned out to be the big boss of the Ma Shi Gallery, Ma Shi III himself.

(End of this chapter)