Almighty painter

Chapter 889: Predatory Pitcher Plants
"Yang, Mr. Yang."

Old Yang said calmly: "You can also just call me by my name, Yang Dekang."

"Teacher is a very, very serious title and relationship. Only those who impart knowledge can be called teachers."

"Mr. Cui, as far as I know, there shouldn't be any such dealings between us, right?"

Mr. Cao is not qualified to ask you questions.

How can Old Yang be qualified to be your teacher here!
"Right? Or maybe I have a bad memory and forgot? Otherwise, please remind me."

Old Yang raised his eyebrows playfully at Cui Xuanyou, his tone neither salty nor bland, like a mouthful of old oil from the bottom of a jar directly smeared on Big Cui's face.

The so-called law of conservation of matter.

The oil won't go away.

The oil will just transfer.

The dissolved oil on Lao Yang's face was still steaming white. He pried open Cui Xuanyou's mouth and forced the liquid down the poor middle-aged man's throat.

Cui Xuanyou was almost choked to death here.

Yang Dekang's sudden change of expression and attack made the experienced media present realize that there seemed to be some shady business going on here, and they all excitedly grabbed their cameras.

"Why...why do this?"

Cui Xuanyou's face looked extremely ugly.

"It's just a casual greeting. I mean well. If that's the case, then there's nothing more to say. We have other things to do. Xiao Ming..."

Cui Xuanyou tried to break free from Yang Dekang's hand, turned around and pulled his son away.

"No hurry. Mr. Cui, no hurry."

Old Yang would never give this guy the chance to leave just by making an excuse.

He actually held Cui Xuanyou's hand tightly.

He is stuck here forcibly, and if you don’t know, you would think these two people are very intimate.

Cui Xuanyou is quite tall. Many people don't know whether it's because of malnutrition or because he was too excited about flying leaves, but he looks like a skinny bamboo pole. He is a very rare tall and strong person in the European and American fashion and art circles.

He was at least a head and a half taller than the short and fat old Yang who looked quite frail.

He didn't know whether it was because he didn't dare to use force, or because he was afraid that the scene would be too ugly and it would be difficult to stop, but he shook his hand slightly twice, and for a moment he couldn't get rid of Yang Dekang's hand.

I don't know.

This made his movements even more ridiculous.

The struggle between Lao Yang and his companions was seen by the people around. Many of them thought of the scene where a Venus flytrap with a small belly stuck to a shiny fly, unable to break free, and was slowly dragging it into its belly to be digested.

Coupled with the contrasting body shapes of these two people.

Be serious.

The scene is quite Cthulhu-like.

"Let go." Cui Xuanyou couldn't help but frown. As soon as he said this, he saw his son and his voice softened again. "These are just groundless speculations. It's normal for artistic creations to have similarities."

He waved his other hand in the air, trying to push away the sticky air around him, or the camera lenses of the reporters that were about to stick up his nose.

"Mr. Yang."

"Are you going to say that Cui Xiaoming's painting is wrong?"

Cui Xuanyou seemed to be hinting to the media around him that Cui Xiaoming had only painted a work that was a little "similar" to Gu Weijing's, and that Lao Yang's current aggressive look was a bit too overbearing.

But if you look at his eyes.

You would also think that a person who wants to threaten others would not have such an expression.

His face was as pale as the frost on a copper incense burner.

He said these words because he had to say them at this moment. Some people punch to attack, while others punch just to beg.

Lao Yang chuckled and looked away, but still didn't let go.

overbearing?

It’s such a pity, Lao Yang is such a mighty and domineering man. His profile picture in "Oil Painting", the outfit he wore when he came to Singapore... he is following the route of a domineering president.

Sorry.

Stay down.

Cry, cry, I won’t be merciful just because you cry.

He is a professional assistant.

"Where is it."

Lao Yang pulled Cui Xuanyou, who had stopped struggling, for a few seconds, and only let go after the newspapers around him had taken enough shots.

"Cui Xiaoming is a participating artist of the Biennale. Whether he paints well or not is a matter for the curators and judges of the exhibition. Whether there is plagiarism or not, the similarity between Gu Weijing and Cui Xiaoming's works... is a matter for the Biennale's Art Ethics Review Committee."

"I'm just an assistant, not a professional."

"I can't be a teacher to others, nor do I have the right to point fingers here. Whether Cui Xiaoming's work is good or bad is not my place to comment here."

The first priority of being a personal assistant is not to cause trouble to the employer.

Old Yang is a person who likes to show off.

At this moment, he kept a surprisingly humble attitude. He would not cause trouble for Gu Weijing or Mr. Cao on this issue, nor would he give others an excuse to gossip about him.

Questions about the quality of the work and the level of its artistic value.

Any word from the art director Anna Elena is more effective than a hundred of his pretentious speeches.

Old Yang looked at Cui Xuanyou.

If you think you can get away with it this way, you must know how many eyes the Horse King has.

Play that with me.

Lao Yang rushed over and pushed Cui Xuanyou to the spot, held him down, put the gun to his stomach, and told him not to move.

then.

The cowboy smiled.

Sheath the gun again.

"Let's play a game... let's bet a dollar on whether there's a bullet in my gun chamber or not."

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"Mr. Cui, I don't have to stop you."

Old Yang took the initiative to turn his body. "It's just that what happened on the stage today, including the video of Cui Xiaoming and Gu Weijing discussing the artwork in the exhibition hall a few days ago, I have watched it all."

"I just happened to meet you here today. Since Alexander made such a serious accusation, I think it's better to come to a conclusion on this matter—"

"Whether Gu Weijing plagiarized or imitated Cui Xiaoming."

Old Yang stared at Cui Xiaoming's face.

He spoke word by word. "Since such words have been thrown out, it is better to have a conclusion. Sometimes, silence is the best answer, and sometimes, silence is the worst answer."

"Is not it?"

The cowboy tilted his head, hummed a little tune, and twirled the magazine.

The dark magazine illuminated the dark fear in Cui Xuanyou's heart.

Lao Yang hasn't fired yet.

It seemed as if a huge hole had been torn in Cui Xuanyou's heart.

"They are just some nonsense that are completely untrue. How can I care what Alexander says? I don't think it's true. I have said my last words. You should ask Alexander about the rest."

Cui Xuanyou continued to show weakness.

then.

Lao Yang's posture also became weaker.

He came to ask for an explanation.

It's not just a matter of opinion.

If you are tough, he will pull you; if you are weak, he will stick to you.

Anyway, I just won’t let you run away.

"Thank you, thank you. This is a clear conclusion. I thank you on your behalf. However, the thing is, no matter it is groundless speculation or conspiracy theory, there may be some reasons behind any speculation. Just like I said, 'teacher' is a very serious word that will affect a painter's life. It happens that everyone is here today, and there are many media. I hope that there will not be any doubts in this matter, and it will be left for scholars and media to discuss in the future in another few decades or another 150 years."

Old Yang said.

"Young people are often very youthful, but older people tend to see more of the ugly side of this world and think more darkly. Children can be naive, but adults have an obligation to help them avoid trouble. I think this is good for both Gu Weijing and your son."

"You are Cui Xiaoming's elder. I dare not say that I am Gu Weijing's elder. But... since Gu Weijing is willing to call me Brother Yang. When necessary, I hope to help him to the best of my ability. This is my selfish desire."

Lao Yang just pretended to be cool in front of the media for so long.

Get to work.

He is not afraid either.

"An artist like you must be very busy. If you want to leave, I'll take you there, but if you're willing to stay, I'll explain this matter to you and clear Gu Weijing's name completely. Thank you. I'll drive you there myself later, okay?"

Yang Dekang asked slowly.

Cui Xiaoming and his son were in an awkward situation. Lao Yang stopped holding them back, but they didn't know whether to leave or not.

Even more at a loss.

Yang Dekang no longer paid attention to the speechless Cui Xuanyou.

He turned around and faced the journalists around him, as if he was holding a serious press conference.

"The thing is, Gu Weijing and Cui Xiaoming are both excellent young artists. There is indeed some connection between the two of them. I will tell you the whole story here."

"Mr. Cui Xiaoming and Mr. Cui Xuanyou are also here."

"Perhaps there are places where I have not expressed myself clearly, or even made a wrong statement. I hope Mr. Cui can make corrections at any time."

Old Yang neither praised Gu Weijing nor belittled Cui Xiaoming.

He just said this as an opening statement.

"I don't know if any of the media friends present here have seen the discussion... or debate video, that took place between Cui Xiaoming and Gu Weijing at the Biennale a few days ago?"

"The one where they discuss artists and painting styles? I saw it!"

A reporter in the audience immediately raised his hand.

"They discussed a lot of artists' painting styles and the artistic temperament of the East and the West. Mr. Yang, what do you think?" he asked.

"Van Gogh and Wu Guanzhong are both excellent art masters in this century and the last century. Just like Mr. Cui Xiaoming and Gu Weijing, they are both excellent artists of our era and may have the opportunity to become excellent artists of the next era. They have expressed very good opinions. This is not what I want to say. I saw in that video that Cui Xiaoming mentioned... Cao Xuan took the initiative to hope that Gu Weijing would learn from Cui Xiaoming and imitate Cui Xiaoming's artistic style?"

"Did this really happen?"

Everyone asked immediately.

"Yes."

Old Yang nodded first.

“And No.”

Then, he shook his head lightly again.

“I’m telling you the truth. I happened to be involved in this matter completely,” Yang said. “Earlier this year, Cao Xuan noticed Gu Weijing in an international art project, and the old man suggested that he should consider participating in this year’s Singapore Biennale. For this reason, Mr. Lin Tao gave Gu Weijing a painting tutorial every week.”

The reporters listened quietly.

"While practicing his works, Gu Weijing often went to a local orphanage to collect inspiration, which was the old church where Carroll painted "The Old Church in the Thunderstorm". Gu Weijing's earliest artistic conception of "The Good Luck Orphanage in the Sun" also came from this."

"It was probably around March or April this year. Mr. Cao Xuan heard about this and saw Gu Weijing's works in the exhibition."

"He thought that there were still many immature parts in his artistic style. The old man felt that Cui Xiaoming was a painter who had gone further in this field among the younger generation of painters. So, he asked me to make a phone call to Mr. Cui Xuanyou."

"He personally introduced Gu Weijing's idea of ​​participating in this year's Lion City Biennale over the phone, and hoped that Mr. Cui could provide Gu Weijing with some artistic suggestions on the works to be exhibited."

“I sent Gu Weijing’s work, “Good Luck Orphanage in the Sunlight”, to Cui Xuanyou’s email address. I also indicated the intention of the exhibition, the concept, and the purpose of using the work.”

When Lao Yang sends emails, the information he writes is always very complete.

Whose painting is it, how was it painted, where did it come from, what will it be used for, and when will it be used.

Lao Yang does this kind of thing.

All the information was kept clear. Even if something could be explained clearly in a few words over the phone, he would not hesitate to write it again in a work email.

No matter how good Lao Yang's intuition was, he couldn't have predicted today's situation.

Gu Weijing’s first version of “The Lucky Orphanage in the Sunlight” was only a vague concept. At that time, Edward Yang didn’t even think that Gu Weijing could really be shortlisted for this Biennale.

Any painting by Lao Yang can be considered a famous one.

It is worth much more than that painting.

But he still treated a draft drawn by Gu Weijing as if it were a work of a top painter in the industry, and attached a detailed appendix of the work, clearly writing out all the relevant information.

Say it again -

“This is called professionalism!”

Old Yang secretly gave himself a thumbs up for his wisdom and bravery.

cowhide.

You see, Brother Gu, it is very important for a painter to have a good agent or assistant!

"Everything about me is recorded in the emails."

“At that time, we had no way to know that Mr. Cui Xiaoming would also participate in this year’s Lion City Biennale. Mr. Cui Xuanyou did not inform us either.”

(End of this chapter)