Almighty painter

Chapter 934 Exhibition Gold Award
"I don't want anything in particular, Sensei."

Gu Weijing was silent for a moment, thinking seriously, and finally the young man said this in a respectful voice.

Yang Dekang heard the sound of his heart breaking at the same moment.

I have it!
Uncle has so many.

"Tell me what you think, Brother Gu, tell me what you think." Yang Dekang muttered in his heart with great sorrow, "Mr. Cao is already very old, and all he wants is to give someone a gift. You made it impossible for him to fulfill such a simple wish. Is that appropriate? Is that appropriate?"

The old cowboy in his stomach was waving the lasso frantically, hoping that his powerful willpower could draw Mr. Cao's attention like lassoing a horse.

Young people are ignorant and it is a pity for them to shyly waste such a good opportunity.

Why can’t it be given to Lao Yang?
Among the disciples, the old man is always a dignified person. The elderly and children often have many similarities in character, one of which is that they are often stubborn and they don't like being rejected.

Old Yang finally understood.

He knew that Cao Xuan hated hypocrisy and also hated others being falsely polite.

If the old man asked his disciples what they needed, he was not pretending to be concerned, he was asking questions directly. If Gu Weijingguan Cao Xuan asked for a painting, he would get a painting. If Gu Weijingguan Cao Xuan asked for a big villa, as long as he dared to ask, he might really get a house worth a lot of money.

to be honest.

The old man is no longer at the age where he needs to be hypocritical and polite to others.

He is already this old, and he has no children. All he wants is... "everything goes as he wishes".

Tang Ning did a great job in this regard. She really never played any tricks and just asked Cao Xuan for whatever she wanted.

Therefore.

Gu Weijing told Cao Lao that he didn't want anything in particular. Cao Xuan might really think that you didn't want anything.

This matter might just be over.

Old Yang seemed to see big sailboats, big villas, and big sports cars. The opportunity to exchange the Porsche car key 718 on his belt for 918 fell into the water with Gu Weijing's words.

He was really heartbroken.

Who knows.

Yang Dekang, who has always had a dog's nose-like keen sense of smell for the ways of the world, guessed wrong this time.

The old man left immediately without saying anything.

"also--"

Cao Xuan thought for a moment and said gently: "You can do whatever you want with this wish. If you want to ask me for a gift one day, you might as well ask me."

eccentric!

Old Yang sniffed and bit the big apple in his hand hard, feeling so jealous that his whole body seemed to be splitting.

Unexpectedly, Cao Xuan had not finished speaking yet.

"As for today, you talked to me about the idea of ​​the art exhibition. Miss Elena gave you the inspiration to participate in the exhibition, so... I will give you a name. If the name of your painting is called Sun in the Leaves, it is just a simple meaning."

"I have a suggestion for you—"

Cao Xuan thought for a moment.

"The Genglouzi."

"The original meaning of Genglouzi is a tool that uses the ticking of running water at night to tell time. It fits the original meaning of the work 'time' and the image of the sun being contained in water droplets and falling down. At the same time, Genglouzi is also the name of a delicate and graceful ci tune."

"Wen Tingyun wrote: "Phoenix tree, rain at midnight, not telling the bitterness of parting. Leaf by leaf, sound by sound, raindrops fall on the empty steps until dawn. In the Song Dynasty's "Pearl and Jade Poems", Yan Jidao wrote that when thinking about the broken dreams, it was nice to hold a branch of flowers on the pillow. His father Yan Shu wrote the other way around, using the daytime scene to describe the clear night, as if it was a spring-like response to the parting feeling in Wen Tingyun's poem - 'Golden cup of wine, jade censer of incense, let the red day last long'."

"It is also a myriad of different images, optimistic, pessimistic, cold, lonely, transparent and broad-minded, all condensed in a small ci tune name."

"I think it should be appropriate."

After Cao Xuan finished speaking, he smiled at Gu Weijing.

Ding dong.

The ward where Gu Weijing was located was a nursing suite, which contained the patient's private bedroom and the rooms outside were provided for the caregivers.

Mr. Cao heard the doorbell ring in the corridor outside.

"Liu Ziming wanted to come see you too. I asked him to have a good rest. He was upset after such a big mess happened on his own boat. We can talk about these things after you are discharged from the hospital."

Cao Xuan stood up from the sofa, waved goodbye, and ended the conversation very cleanly.

Yang Dekang, who usually behaved very cleverly, was now standing by the window, staring at the old man and the young, not knowing what he was thinking.

He didn't react until Cao Xuan had already walked to the door.

"Brother Gu, have a good rest and eat more fruits. We'll see you in two days."

Old Yang licked Gu Weijing casually.

He trotted to the door and opened it before Cao Xuan. The door opened wide, revealing a guest who was leaning on a cane like Cao Xuan but younger than him.

"It looks like you have a new guest."

Cao Xuan nodded to the visitor at the door.

"Hello, Miss Elena."

"Hello, Mr. Cao, I have some personal matters to discuss with Gu Weijing. Sorry to bother you. Can I wait for a moment?"

The visitor was wearing a pink O-cut windbreaker, thin black silk gloves on her cuffs and forearms, and her hair was combed back.

She turned sideways and made room.

"of course not."

The old man stared at Anna with interest, as if he had discovered something interesting.

"Please go ahead. You look so beautiful today."

"Thank you."

Anna said seriously, "I think I have always been beautiful."

The old man laughed heartily, and walked away with his assistant, leaning on his crutches.

In the corridor, Lao Yang stood silently in the elevator, looking at the reflection of his oily nose on the elevator panel while watching the numbers on the display screen jump one by one.

Anyone who is familiar with Old Yang and has paid attention to the conversation just now will realize that Yang Dekang is behaving very strangely at the moment.

something wrong.

There are big problems.

He was so immersed in his own private world that... Yang Dekang actually forgot to lick Miss Elena just now. This is as strange as a Chihuahua walking on the street without barking once or twice.

Lao Yang believes in clocking in and showing his face no matter what.

If you give up a good opportunity and don't lick people's clothes, then wouldn't it be a waste to read all those joke books he wrote?

If Old Yang knew about this idea, he would definitely put his hands behind his back and shake his head mysteriously.

How could ordinary people understand Brother Yang's realm?

It’s not that I don’t lick.

But a big lick.

Telling people a joke, showing off one's face and so on can only be regarded as "skills", but what Lao Yang is thinking seriously about is the way to lick people.

Not a trail.

But the avenue.

He was thinking about the spirit of big sailboats, big villas, and big sports cars in the past, and was concentrating on the conversation between Cao Xuan and Gu Weijing in the ward.

It’s not ordinary. The feeling in these words is not ordinary.

The old cowboy in the belly was dancing with the horse ring while reviewing the conversation between the master and the apprentice.

"The path to financial freedom lies right here," the old cowboy whispered to himself.

For an art dealer with a sharp eye, it is not difficult to make money, nor is it difficult to be respected and have people calling you teacher.

He already has both.

He is already Teacher Yang, and he already drives a convertible sports car.

But if you want to make a lot of money, if you want to earn enough to have a party on a yacht, or to fly around the world on a private jet, you need luck and courage.

You have to be willing to invest.

There must also be an opportunity to invest big money.

Yang Dekang had a hunch that as long as he seized the opportunity, he would be able to use the conversation just now to throw a rope loop over and catch his big sailboat, big villa, and big sports car in his arms.

His intuition told him that the bell of financial freedom had just rung.

Cao Xuan's attention and favoritism were the gift that the old man gave to Gu Weijing.

Although he couldn't get the old man's gift, but... damn, he could get Gu Weijing!

That would mean that a big sailboat, a big villa, and a big sports car are all available at once.

And he - has to be willing to invest.

If you are reluctant to let go of your children, you will not be able to ensnare the wolf.

And this is not something that can be obtained by giving away painting supplies or a shirt.

He had to be domineering and overbearing, and make Gu Weijing unable to refuse.

Just right.

Yang Dekang is a very, very knowledgeable person with a good memory, and the ready-made examples are there.

Old Yang and Miss Irena both thought of the same thing - the story of how Wolfe, who is extremely famous in the history of European art in the 19th century, met Cézanne.

the difference is.

Anna was thinking about curating.

Yang Dekang understands this story from another perspective.

Wolfe was a promising legal worker, but when he met Cézanne in Paris, he quit his legal job and ran away, only to start working for the young painter, busying himself with organizing an exhibition for him.

This is called Soha.

Could Cézanne bear this? Could he refuse this?
"I haven't been in the martial arts world for a long time. I didn't expect that Brother Gu would finally... force me to take action."

Old Yang let out a sigh and made up his mind.

The middle-aged man suddenly revealed an evil and arrogant smile.

Humph.

Mr. Yang is here, everyone get out of the way.

He's going big.

It seems that the ultimate skill of licking, which has been sealed for a long time, will one day reappear in the world.

With a "swish", the old cowboy threw the rope loop in his hand as fast as lightning.

Domineering.

"Mr. Cao, Mr. Cao, I want to discuss something with you..." Old Yang licked it.
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"I haven't congratulated you yet. You have won the gold medal of this year's Lion City Biennale. You are also the youngest gold medal winner in history."

In the ward, Anna looked at the trophies on the table.

The trophy is extremely delicately designed and made of crystal. The words "2017 Singapore 'Human Noise' Art Biennale Gold Award" and Gu Weijing's name are engraved on the base of the trophy by a laser engraving machine.

"Yeah, they gave me the award."

Gu Weijing answered calmly, and said with great tacit understanding what Anna said when she saw the art commemorative special issue of "Oil Painting" magazine.

"I guess Tonks and many of the judges and guests on the organizing committee thought I was dead."

someone said.

The happiest thing for collectors is that the painter who painted the works they hold suddenly died, just like Andy Warhol was suddenly shot or Jackson Pollock had a car accident while driving.

It is hard to say what "death" means to artists, but to collectors, "death" often means a rise in market prices.

This statement is a bit vicious and contains some stereotypes.

There are actually very few painters like Van Gogh who were discovered after their death and whose market prices have doubled. Most of the great painters were already famous and successful before they died.

Then again.

Stereotypes can also indirectly reflect people's inherent attitudes towards a thing.

The price in the art market comes from the rarity of the work. The incredibly expensive works of Leonardo da Vinci are closely related to the fact that so few of his works can be bought and sold.

The price in the art market also depends on the popularity of the painter himself.

The unbelievable price of Leonardo da Vinci's works is also closely related to the true and false legends about Leonardo da Vinci that have been circulating in the streets since the Renaissance.

There are many memorable points associated with the name "Da Vinci".

"Death" can greatly strengthen both of them.

As soon as Miss Elena disappeared, Oil Painting magazine stopped making a fuss and immediately started publishing a commemorative special issue. Sir Brown flew to Singapore almost overnight.

Gu Weijing painted very good paintings.

He discovered a masterpiece of Impressionism that had been hidden from the world.

just now……

He might just die.

So, with almost no suspense, he directly won the Biennale Gold Award, which was originally difficult for him to obtain.

It cannot be said that there is no certain kind of black humor unique to the art industry.

Even CDX Gallery, which had invested heavily in this exhibition, did not dare to say anything sarcastic.

No matter how much marketing it does, how much soft articles it writes, or how many banquets it holds.

After being busy for a while, I wanted to see how my opponents would respond, but then I looked back.

WTF? Gu Weijing here might be dead.

Ok.

You are a real man, or you are ruthless enough. There is really no comparison. There is really no comparison.

This is really too much hell.

This is really too harsh.

CDX lost badly, but it was not an unfair loss.

It is said that the painter who painted "Bukit Timah" was very sad after learning about the accident on the ship.

Perhaps, apart from Gu Weijing's relatives and friends, he was the person who was most concerned about his situation among the participants in the exhibition.

Reporters once photographed him sitting in a cafe on the first floor of the hotel, watching the news on TV, drinking alone at night, with red eyes.

Gu Weijing jumped into the sea to rescue Miss Elena.

If only he had been on board that night.

The other party might as well jump down while shouting "You Jump, I Jump" in an attempt to rescue Gu Weijing.

This is another joke from hell.

(End of this chapter)