Almighty painter

Chapter 890 Don’t be afraid, I will take action
Cui Xuanyou opened his mouth.

Hesitant to speak.

Hey, this is totally different matter!
He received two paintings of "Lucky Orphanage in the Sun" by Gu Weijing.

What made him feel an especially strong sense of crisis was not the photo sent by Lao Yang, nor was it the photo whose content and style his son Cui Xiaoming borrowed.

He was not that stupid. When Mr. Cao sent him a painting and asked him to give some advice, he was not only unwilling to give any advice, but also secretly changed the content of the painting and asked his son to exhibit it.

This is really too inhumane.

Cui Xuanyou has a bald forehead, but that doesn't mean his heart is also bald. He has no emotional intelligence at all.

When I put Xiao Ming's "New Three Bodies of Buddha" and the original "Good Luck Orphanage in the Sunshine" together, I can hardly see the slightest similarity between them.

From the painting style, brushstrokes, to the composition of the work, nothing is there.

Since they dared to come and participate in the art exhibition, they must have this minimum confidence.

Even compared with the later album "Good Luck Orphanage in the Sun".

Cui Xiaoming cannot be said to have plagiarized.

At most it's just for reference.

At most, he was just not so upright and respectful in doing things. But when Lao Yang said this, it was easy for people to misunderstand.

Cui Xuanyou was anxiously thinking about whether there was any room for explanation here.

"Of course... For Mr. Cui Xiaoming's innocence, I think I need to make an extra special explanation. The work I sent to Mr. Cui Xuanyou in March is also called "Lucky Orphanage in the Sunlight". But in fact, it is not the same work as the "Lucky Orphanage in the Sunlight" currently on display at the exhibition. The specific content of the picture is somewhat different."

Who knows.

Old Yang changed the subject and without waiting for Cui Xuanyou to speak, he took the lead in speaking out about the matter.

Yang Dekang paused for a moment, looked at the reporters around him, and took a deep breath.

three seconds.

As the coolest cowboy in the western town, he is a well-known "quickshooter". It only takes him three seconds from drawing his gun, aiming to the bullet hitting the target.

Inhale, exhale.

One, two——

Before "three", when Lao Yang's little belly began to contract vigorously, pressing out the air that had bulged into his abdomen.

Someone has already taken the opportunity to speak up.

"Mr. Yang."

The reporter asked, "Are you referring to the earlier work of Gu Weijing that Alexander mentioned, which is more similar to Cui Xiaoming's artistic style? He said that Gu Weijing saw the work posted by Mr. Cui Xiaoming on his social media account, so he had the idea of ​​imitating it."

"According to what you said, the actual truth of this matter is completely the opposite, right?"

Snapped.

Right on target.

Ordinary bullets often make this sound when they hit the center of the bull's eye.

And Lao Yang's bullet would make a sound like "Did Cui Xiaoming see Gu Weijing's painting earlier?"

Hey! This sound is really loud.

We love to listen.

Old Yang shook his belly with satisfaction.

Do you know what gun fighting is? Fake gun fighting relies on the power of shaking the muzzle at high speed to throw the bullet in an arc in the air and hit the target, which is completely contrary to the laws of physics.

Lord Niu had already spat out a mouthful of blood.

The real gun fighting technique is to shake the belly at a high speed. As long as you are skilled enough, you can fire a random shot into the void, and a target will be summoned out, drawing an arc, allowing you to hit the center of the bull's eye.

Teacher Yang smiled slightly.

“I think this is a very imprecise statement,” Yang Dekang said. “I don’t know which work Alexander is talking about. To me, the whole thing seems like a farce.”

"I can only say that when artists participate in exhibitions, it is common for them to make multiple revisions and make appropriate repairs and additions to the paintings. This is very common."

He answered the first question calmly.

Then he skipped the second question.

Give everyone plenty of room for imagination.

“I am not a judge of the Biennale, so it is inappropriate to compare the artistic quality of their two paintings here,” said Yang Dekang.

"But I think Mr. Cui would think that the painting is very good."

Old Yang continued, "Because at that time, the reply we received from Mr. Cui Xuanyou was—"

"This painting is already very good. He commented that the colors are smooth and the brushwork is neat, and he is worthy of being the young man that Master Cao has chosen. The color blocks of the work are simple and clear, and the composition of the lines is well-arranged..."

Yang Dekang's good brain came into play at this moment.

Cui Xuanyou was stunned.

He could never have imagined that this guy, who had only listened casually, could actually repeat his perfunctory response to Gu Weijing's work verbatim.

Not even a single punctuation mark is missing.

Of course, there were no punctuation marks in the conversation, and even Cui Xuanyou himself could not remember clearly what he said exactly at the time.

The email will be recorded.

The phone call will most likely not be recorded.

There didn't seem to be any reason to record it at the time. Cui Xuanyou didn't believe that as an assistant, he would record the phone call between Mr. Cao and others without any change.

Otherwise.

Lao Yang's expression is full of confidence.

He didn't make any threats, didn't pat his chest to make promises, and even his belly stopped shaking. He repeated the conversation like an answering machine.

All the media present, including Cui Xuanyou himself, when they saw Lao Yang, all thought that this middle-aged man had the words "Not a single punctuation mark will be wrong in what I say" written on his face.

It has invisibly greatly enhanced the credibility of Lao Yang's words.

Some of the onlookers couldn't help but laugh out loud.

So funny.

It is not difficult to hear the falsehood mixed in with Cui Xuanyou's words.

Cui Xuanyou wasn't that excessive.

It is human nature to favor one's own children.

In the art industry, some painters in the classical period had some unique ways of matching pigments and applying brushstrokes. This is like the rhythm and polyphony in Bach's music, and even the solfeggio notes of "Bach" implied in the phrases, which are the most significant style marks of an artist.

That’s what makes them special, that’s what makes them different.

It was never a big sin for Cui Xuanyou to show such a perfunctory attitude.

It's funny just because many people think of the debate between Cui Xiaoming and Gu Weijing in the exhibition area.

The flattery in private over the phone and the contempt in formal occasions, in front of the camera, collided together, forming a unique chemical reaction.

It makes people want to laugh.

Facts speak louder than words.

No artistic accomplishment is required.

Just putting these two sentences together, everyone will immediately understand that one of the father and son, Cui Xuanyou and Cui Xiaoming, was lying.

Otherwise, Cui Xuanyou told lies out of hypocrisy.

Otherwise, Cui Xiaoming told lies out of hypocrisy.

Or else it is both.

"Mr. Cui thinks highly of Gu Weijing's works and likes them very much." Old Yang glanced sideways at the bald-headed artist, and nodded, as if he thought these words were sincere and there was no evasion behind them at all.

Praise or Yin-Yang. "He felt that there would be a new star in the Asian painting world in the future. In front of such works, he had nothing he wanted to teach or could teach."

Lao Yang concluded.

"So, the facts themselves are already very clear."

"Mr. Cao Xuan did suggest that Gu Weijing learn Cui Xiaoming's painting style, but Mr. Cui was a very humble person. He was reluctant to become Gu Weijing's teacher, thinking that Gu Weijing's painting skills were so good that he could not teach him."

"I think this is the true nature of the matter."

Old Yang said calmly.

“It is completely nonsense to say that Gu Weijing’s entry for this Biennale, Good Luck Orphanage in the Sun, imitates New Three Bodies of Buddha. Objectively speaking, it is something that is unlikely to happen.”

"I'm sorry for taking up some of your time. I'm here to thank you all."

Lao Yang tried hard to shrink his stomach and bowed to all the media present.

throughout the narrative process.

Lao Yang didn't pretend to be arrogant or say anything unnecessary. He didn't even make any accusations against either Cui Xiaoming or Cui Xuanyou in person.

Nothing at all.

He simply narrated the course of events in an orderly manner from beginning to end, and even the opinions were quoted from Cui Xuanyou himself, with very little mention of Yang Dekang's subjective views.

The one who makes loud bangs, sparks and bullets fly is not an expert.

That's the outline stormtrooper from Star Wars.

A true master, a person as powerful as Yan Shuangying, only needs one bullet to secure victory.

There's no need to even fire a gun.

Just like Uncle Alai used a large plastic lighter that he used to blow on steaks in the bar, shocking Wu Qinlai who was holding the pistol so much that he didn't dare to move.

The magazine rotates one circle.

The gun was still in its holster at his leg.

However, the opponent had already fallen down screaming, holding his chest.

The more slick Lao Yang is, the more he can speak in a smooth manner, the more he understands that it is not necessary to be slick or slick at this time.

The oilier it is, the more space it gives the other party to slip away.

He is not greasy at all.

He spoke whatever came to his mind, in a neither hurried nor slow tone, and his speech was as gentle as flowing spring water.

If the water is clear, there will be no fish.

No fish is better.

It's a good opportunity for everyone to see whether the person under the water is a human or a ghost.

He only answered one question, that is, Gu Weijing had never accused Cui Xiaoming of plagiarism or imitation.

He is Gu Weijing's "elder".

It is enough for Lao Yang to do this well.

He would not leave any room for smoothness in this matter.

Yang Dekang is Cao Xuan's personal assistant.

Cao Xuan made a phone call, wanting to ask for advice on Gu Weijing's work, but he failed to do so and ended up causing some rumors. This incident made Cao Xuan - Cao Xuan would probably never care about such things, and the old man would just laugh it off.

Gu Weijing wouldn't care either.

To put it bluntly.

He probably wasn't in a position to care.

But Lao Yang has to take care of it for them, and he has to take care of everything from beginning to end.

Imagine the day when Gu Weijing is qualified to care about such things.

What if ten or twenty years later, he becomes a great painter and achieves success? When he thinks about this, he still feels unhappy and secretly blames Mr. Cao. What should he do?

An artist can be bright and clear, and can be elegant and refined, without being bothered by worldly matters.

Lao Yang always thinks more.

So why does Marc Jacobs III need to intervene and help? The Biennale hasn't even ended yet, and there is no problem with Gu Weijing himself.

Brother Yang just found an opportunity.

He held Cui Xiaoming and the others down, and Kuzha swallowed the food right on the spot in one gulp, without even having to burp.

The dignified Teacher Yang.

There is no need to burp to solve this problem.

And the rest.

What are those things that Alexander talked about in the interview? Are there too strong similarities between "Good Luck Orphanage in the Sunshine" and "New Three Bodies of Buddha"?

Whether Cui Xiaoming deliberately imitated Gu Weijing...

After today.

This is what the media cares about.

This is a problem that Cui Xuanyou and Cui Xiaoming need to deal with.

But that is not what Gu Weijing needs to worry about.

Old Yang shook his shoulders, pushed through the crowd like a fish entering water, and walked towards the entrance of the opera house in an elegant manner, leaving behind a figure that looked as impressive as a millionaire.

The sun in the sky shone on his shiny ears and the back of his neck, lighting up his silhouette, as if he was a Ghost Rider riding a flaming motorcycle, leaving in a cool and snappy manner.

Cui Xuanyou behind him faced the reporters who gathered around him again.

Double the flash lights.

An even more tricky question was thrown at him.

He was roasted into a skeleton by the flames and continued to sink in the river of despair.

until now.

Cui Xuanyou then realized that they had neither fallen into the river nor encountered a ghost.

There are no multiple-choice questions.

They first fell into the river, and then encountered a water ghost.
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Lao Yang took out his cell phone from his pocket and sent a text message to Gu Weijing, telling him that he was waiting for him at the door of the opera house.

Old Yang did not send Old Cao back to the hotel but stayed behind not to show off or to deal with Cui Xiaoming and his son.

Pretending is like eating potato chips.

You don’t need any specific tableware. You can set it up anytime and anywhere when you feel like it.

Solving Cui Xiaoming’s troubles is like eating potato chips.

You don’t need any special tableware either. You can eat one in one bite if the situation allows.

Edward Yang is here to stay.

The main reason was that he came to wait for Gu Weijing and to accompany Gu Weijing into the car.

He had just made a big splash on the stage, and there were many media reporters waiting for him outside the venue. It is the nature and responsibility of the media to ask people tricky questions and to look at people through a magnifying glass.

Dealing with these problems is something all public figures should learn.

Old Yang was worried that Gu Weijing had little experience.

Therefore, if you are not careful in these matters, you will suffer losses.

After sending the text message, Lao Yang picked up his phone, took a photo, and started posting it on his Moments.

(End of this chapter)