Almighty painter

Chapter 888: Cowboy "Cool Cha" draws his gun

"Wow! Mr. Cui? I didn't expect to meet you here! What a coincidence."

Old Yang is like Thomas the Tank Engine.

He uttered a rather loud "Wu" sound as an interjection to attract the attention of Cui Xiaoming and his son. The moment they cast their eyes over here, he rushed over there, shaking his head and wagging his tail. Miraculously, a gap was created by the oil among the media friends who had been surrounding him.

Yang Dekang disappeared into the crowd.

A flash.

He appeared directly in front of Cui Xuanyou and his son who were about to flee. Behind Yang Dekang himself, there was a line of reporters chasing after him, completely filling the gap that had just appeared.

Cui Xuanyou was forced into a corner.

"Hello, Teacher Yang, nice to see you again."

The man could only reveal an extremely helpless and embarrassed look.

God bless you, Cui Xuanyou really couldn't figure out what the coincidence was.

It’s not a coincidence that you encounter a ghost when you walk on the road at night for a long time.

It is no coincidence that after staying by the river for a long time, your shoes get wet.

That being the case.

So it is no coincidence that in such an occasion, when I was "Cool Cha", I met Yang Dekang who was grinning and making a sound.

The severity of the consequences is probably somewhere between falling into a river and encountering a ghost.

It’s hard to say which type Cui Xuanyou is for now.

If it weren't for the lack of confidence and the desire to escape, Cui Xuanyou and the others would have run away when Miss Elena was telling the story about Kara.

It's really terrible.

mother!

I stopped playing.

There was no other way. Since they were already here, they would have to leave at this time with a guilty conscience written all over their faces. The two of them pretended to be very moved and managed to hold on through the entire show.

When the art director of "Oil Painting" talked about Gu Weijing's "Good Luck Orphanage in the Sunshine", he kept smiling and nodding.

They were like two people walking around in the emperor's new clothes.

The most terrifying thing about this story is...

They are not emperors yet.

If the new clothes were worn by the king, people would believe the story that "only smart people can see it". But if they were worn by the liar in the story... well, then he would really become a lunatic walking around naked.

And every time the real king on the stage casts his eyes below the stage.

Cui Xiaoming and his father knew very well that with so many guests and audiences in the stage, it was almost impossible for Miss Elena to be looking for them.

They were still sweating profusely.

They were still restless.

Lies are an unequal game of power.

The king's new clothes need to be pierced by the innocent and frank child.

The king facing a naked child?
She didn't need to say anything.

She doesn't have to do anything.

All she had to do was sit on the stage of the opera house, give a kind smile to the "neatly and tidy" child next to her, and then cast a meaningful look at the audience.

Almost as soon as the interview ended, the father and son ignored the implicit or even very obvious strange looks from the judges and guests of the Biennale who knew them.

Cui Xuanyou pulled the distraught Cui Xiaoming out.

Regrettably.

As soon as they left the art center, they were stopped by the news media whose ability to capture information was as sharp as a dog's nose.

Cui Xiaoming has always been able to deal with the media with ease. He has a maturity and sophistication that is not in line with young people of his age. He does even better than his father. When he was thirteen years old, he could talk about what is the rational paradigm of art on a local children's TV program.

It's scary to be so mature at a young age.

Cui Xiaoming thought he was already used to all this and it was just a matter of answering a few questions.

If Gu Weijing could handle Rosings calling him a liar and Alexander's vicious attacks on him on stage, then he could also handle such pressure.

If Cui Xiaoming had read the Pythagorean school's articles on geometric aesthetics and rational paradigms when he was a child, he would have also read the Records of the Grand Historian, a combination of Eastern and Western cultures.

Then he will realize.

More than two thousand years ago, there was another young man who had exactly the same idea as him.

"It's nothing more than picking up a knife and chopping someone. I'm used to it. What's there to be afraid of?" The 13-year-old royal killer Qin Wuyang said to the reporter, patting his chest.

At the age of twelve, he dared to kill people in the street.

Pull it up and fly.

It never means that when you hold a map and walk in front of the "Lao Deng" of the Qin State in your mind, you will not be frightened and terrified by the opponent's formation.

The same reason.

If Cui Xiaoming had listened carefully to what Mr. Cao Xuan said about Gu Weijing in the previous art talk, he would have realized that some people have been the children of other people's families since childhood and are young geniuses.

Their lives are like a gorgeous and beautiful ink painting, or a game of "Civilization VI" in which every turn is carefully crafted.

From the very beginning, an extremely grand blueprint was carefully planned using map pins.

Victory was planned from the start.

Everything was smooth sailing.

Until one round, the thing you have in mind, the key wonder building designed to be built in the center of the map, such as the Pyramids, Oxford University or the Venetian Arsenal, is "coolly" snatched away by other players when it is only one round away from completion.

He was silent for a moment.

Then he smashed the computer.

It comes from the "curse of art," said Cao Xuan.

Life would be a perfect and flawless painting, which would be great. But since the calligrapher Wang Xizhi wrote 21 "zhi" characters in a row in the "Lanting Preface", each character is different, each character changes, and each character is a masterpiece. In addition to this magic, there is another addition, one cover, and five additions and rewrites.

So maybe people still have to learn how to face failure in the end.

This is what an artist who wants to become a great artist and a person who wants to live a happy life must experience. It is more important than the "magical ability" of the work itself, and is more valued by Mr. Cao.

The profound teachings from elders are always full of life wisdom.

Cui Xiaoming is not Qin Wuyang, so it is not fair to say that he is completely unable to withstand failure.

The pressure of just being able to walk out of the crowd and introduce yourself to Anna Elena is completely different from the pressure of having to face the other party's cold wave and find a way out, and actually becoming an enemy.

Realizing that I had lost miserably in this art biennial.

When I go out and face those sarcastic faces.

Cui Xiaoming thought he was prepared.

but……

He still collapsed.

He stood amidst the problems that rained down upon him.

The sun is shining brightly.

Cui Xiaoming stood in the pouring rain.

The soul is out of body.

Cui Xuanyou, on the other hand, a man who seemed far less dazzling than his son, could not be said to be unsuccessful, but his father, who considered himself a second- or third-rate painter at best, had the tenacity of a man who started from scratch and built a career in a foreign country.

Despite the successive blows, Cui Xuanyou managed to hold on.

The interview is over.

It was he who turned and walked away, ignoring the looks from all around him while holding Cui Xiaoming. It was also he who grabbed his son outside the Esplanade and stopped him from leaving.

"You can't just leave like this."

Cui Xuanyou understood this very well.

At least give a response.

Silence is also an answer.

Silence is the best answer in some situations.

Silence is the worst answer in other situations.

At this time, instead of letting some tabloid paparazzi write news at will, it is better for them to give a simple response first.

"Good works of art always converge. Just like Mr. Gu said, his work was not inspired by "The Old Church in a Thunderstorm", but Director Elena still saw some similarities between the two works "The Old Church in a Thunderstorm" and "The Good Luck Orphanage in the Sunlight". This kind of coincidence always exists... right..."

Cui Xuanyou began to select a few questions and gave careful answers.

“Not entirely.”

Some media outside immediately asked.

Cui Xuanyou glanced at him and saw that he seemed to be a rather difficult journalist, who was famous for examining every word and sentence uttered by his interviewees like a great detective.

"So? I don't think it's a meaningful question, just a rhetorical difference." He shook his head.

"Then what about the following one. Between Cui Xiaoming's work and Gu Weijing's work... I can think that the inspiration relationship between "New Three Bodies of Buddha" and "Good Luck Orphanage in the Sunshine" is - completely from, not completely from, and not from at all."

"Which one is it? It's a very simple question. Hello, Xiao Ming? Look here, this is such a simple question that even kindergarten children can understand it. Why don't you just answer this question directly..."

……

Cui Xuanyou was busy dealing with the media for his son, but he was not able to cope with it well.

When he saw Lao Yang looking at this place from a distance and laughing, he knew that something bad was going to happen.

He responded reluctantly.

He turned around and was about to leave, but Lao Yang didn't give him the chance to pretend he didn't see him and ran away, and he just stood there.

"Just call me Old Yang. I really don't deserve the title of Teacher Yang. You are so polite."

Old Yang is laughing.

He held out his hand.

Looks very kind.

The kind-hearted Cui Xuanyou felt a chill in his heart and his hair stand on end. He carefully held Lao Yang's hand.

"You are here to interview Gu Weijing today, and even the old man? It's not surprising. I learned before that Mr. Cao thinks highly of him. It's a shocking discovery."

Cui Xuanyou said polite words in a flattering manner.

"Young people nowadays are so amazing, much better than Xiao Ming."

He patted his son on the shoulder.

"Teacher Yang……"

"Please call me Lao Yang, thank you." Lao Yang suddenly stopped smiling, and his wrinkled, greasy face suddenly became serious.

Lao Yang has always been a very versatile person in social circles.

Friendly and shiny.

He is like a middle-aged man with the temperament of a middle-aged Chihuahua. You would feel that even if you secretly reach out and stroke such a person, you might hear a bark or two.

But you won't get bitten.

Now it seems like a drop...

Uh.

It was as if a drop of detergent fell into a frying pan, melting away all the smiles on her face bit by bit.

Old Yang's face showed an unprecedented clarity. His small eyes stared straight at Cui Xuanyou without moving. His face was calm and his eyes were like lightning.

He still held Cui Xuanyou's hand tightly.

The big gold watch on his wrist reflected golden light under the sun, which made Cui Xuanyou involuntarily turn his eyes away slightly.

At the artists' dinner, Lao Yang gave his big gold watch to Gu Weijing, asking him to be cool and act like a star, saying that a gold watch is a symbol of a successful man.

It is hard to say whether a gold watch is a symbol of a successful man.

No matter what Lao Yang wears or what he wears, he always gives outsiders a rustic feeling.

But it may be an illusion.

At this moment, the blingbling watch really looks like a symbol in the hands of a successful man. No, the watch is not important.

At this moment, Lao Yang exuded an aura that was completely different from the past.

He seemed like a dignified, steady and successful person, a man who was strong enough, so the Daytona watch on his hand, which was secretly inlaid with a large circle of diamonds, looked like a symbol of a successful man - or the revolver in the old cowboy's hand that was used to point at the enemy's heart and reflected the sunlight.

A real hardcore cowboy.

It doesn't matter what you wear.

After all, he will speak with the gun in his hand.

It’s probably not an illusion.

Because at this moment, it was not only Cui Xuanyou who turned away his eyes, but also the media who were watching nearby, making a lot of noise, and chattering, and Cui Xuanyou couldn't calm them down no matter what he did.

They all shut their mouths.

Everyone held their breath and looked at the middle-aged man who was holding on to the other's hand.

Gu Tongxiang pretends to be cool by posing, while Yang Dekang pretends to be cool by posing...there is a subtle difference here.

Lao Yang likes to pose.

Even if he doesn't strike a pose, he is still a big shot in the circle, not inferior to many art judges, and not even inferior to some well-known curators.

Marsh III, representatives of Kruger Bank...they all need to be taken very seriously.

In other words, Mr. Cao doesn’t have a formal agent.

Being an assistant to Lao Yang was the top position. Tangning was so proud that she might look down on Lao Yang.

But when she invited Lao Yang, she was not inviting him to be her own agent.

Tangning knew her limits.

Not quite right.

Even she invited Lao Yang to come and become the "founding partner" in the management and operation of her new gallery if he was willing.

The kind that Cui Xuanyou can't even reach in his dreams.

Many big names in the fashion industry and big gallery owners started out as art assistants or agents.

Anna Elena is the artistic director of Oil Painting and the uncrowned king of European art criticism.

Isn’t Edward Yang the working emperor of the art world?

(End of this chapter)