I really don't want to hang up

Da Vinci was immersed in doubts until he got into the carriage.

He didn't understand what this Mr. Luden, who had never met before, meant, and what this blank check meant.

Da Vinci didn't need to understand much.

From the moment he landed, he voluntarily became an employee of the company.

Want to run away as part of the company?
no way!

Albert hadn't met anyone that Mr. Luden couldn't handle.

When he opened the carriage again, Albert had to admit that he had oversimplified Da Vinci.

Da Vinci, missing!
He wrote one line on the check:

"If I write on a check, the check becomes my work."

In other words, Da Vinci sold his life without getting any pay!
Of course he wouldn't allow that to happen.

Therefore, fleeing is Da Vinci's only choice.

What's even more amazing is that he did it.

Albert looked at the empty carriage, lost in thought.

Want to be in the company's fleet, without anyone noticing, without alarming anyone, disappearing out of thin air
Da Vinci alone can't do this kind of thing.

To this extent, Albert only knew one person—Mr. Luden.

orphanage.

It's... afternoon tea time!
Lu Deng and Sir Sir were drinking tea together again, and the relationship between the two was very good and more pure.

Unlike Todd and Luden, there is a clear superior-subordinate relationship.

Nor is it like Albert, who is on the road of learning, imitating, catching up, and surpassing Mr. Luden.

They are pure wine and meat friends, friends who eat, drink and have fun together, and spend a lot of money.

Therefore, the conversation between the two will be more relaxed.

His lordship put down the newspaper, and asked,
"You said, why do artists and creators always complete their most outstanding works in difficult times?"

"There are many ways to answer this question."

Luden put down his coffee cup, and became interested, and said slowly,

"First of all, people who mainly earn a living through art and literature have different requirements for their family backgrounds depending on their occupational fields."

To write serial novels and scripts, you only need a piece of paper and a pen, and anyone can do it in their spare time, which is the lowest barrier to entry.

Painting requires at least a paintbrush and a piece of blank paper, which is a little higher than the threshold for novels.

After all, a novel can be sold to everyone through a newspaper, but a painting can only be sold to one person.

Going further up, sculptures, murals, etc., and even architects need to study with the master for many years before they can officially graduate.
Luden explained,
"When they embarked on this path, they had already passed through a screening process. People with your status, Sir, will only be readers, not authors."

"Your description is biased!"

His lord protested dissatisfied,

"I've written some articles too!"

As a hobby, he has written some articles in his own research field, and even won the Ryan badge for it!

"Okay, excuse my oversight, let's get back to the topic."

Loudon continued,

"Creation has a clear golden cycle, and there will be a period of concentrated works. These talented people will bring unexpected masterpieces to the world after meeting their muse. If they are lucky, these masterpieces will be given to the world. They bring endless fame, money, accolades...everything you can think of, and they'll come your way."  …

Listening to Lu Deng's words, the Sir frowned, somewhat puzzled,
"So, you still think money corrupts their souls?"

This statement obviously couldn't satisfy Sir Alex.

"No, that's not what I meant."

Luden corrected,
"What I mean is, if creators get the bonus from their creative golden cycle, there will be a lot of mundane things to distract them, and as they get older, the creative golden cycle will come to an end and the muse will leave .

Moreover, after becoming famous, people will have higher demands on themselves, they will not be satisfied with past creations, and will not repeat previous successful routines.
This kind of requirement constrains them, which in turn will reduce their output, and even reduce their quality, and walk into a dead end. "

Sir Sir's brows slowly relaxed, this is the first time I heard this statement.

Lu Deng changed the subject and turned the topic on Sir Alex!

"Just imagine, Sir, if you were not born in the Royal Mint, but in a normal or even poor family, what would your future be like?"

Sir Ferguson raised his brows, he really hadn't thought about this question!

Born to be a winner in life, he has never made such an assumption!
"Birth is such a thing, there is no way to assume it?"

The corners of Luden's mouth curled up slightly, and he said meaningfully,
"If your family is down, you're suddenly broke, you need your ingenuity to create wealth, you need to do something to get what you have now, and you're doing everything you can to get enough to eat tomorrow, that's the case. Next, what will you do?"

Sir Ferguson thought for a while, and felt that this question could not be pondered deeply.

He replied seriously, "I will become a priest in a nursing home."

Take care of the food there!

To this answer, Lu Deng can only say: It is indeed you!
Without any will to struggle, just fast-forward to the finish line and continue being a theologian!

Lu Deng raised his coffee cup, took another sip, and said leisurely,

"Fortunately, such a thing never happened."

The lord did not hear this sentence, he was still thinking.

Mr. Luden's hypothesis is somewhat interesting.

Luden picked up the newspaper again and watched the boring news to pass the time.

As for the Sir, Luden can of course manipulate something, so that the Sir is like a donkey in a mill, producing something.

At least toss out Ferguson's first law!
The world needs mechanics!
However, Luden did not do this.

This is an era in which human stars shine.

Some stars can be allowed not to shine, to take a break.

Ferguson is very satisfied with his current life, and Luden has no reason to ask him to change anything.

It is Ferguson's own loss if this star does not shine.

Luden was sure that it would not be a loss to humans.

Because, without Lord Niu, there would be Lord Ma.

After a while, Sir Alex quickly remembered the initial topic of the two,

"Mr. Luden, do you think there will be a kind of person whose creative golden cycle has been carried out throughout his life, and his muse has never left him?"

Behind the newspaper, the corners of Luden's mouth curled up, and he couldn't suppress his smile.

"Who knows?"

That night.

Santa Fe neighborhood,

The tailor's shop turned on the long-lost lights.

A poorly dressed young man with a gray head and a gray face was fidgeting a little in the tailor shop.

The wind chime at the door rang, and the legendary godfather Brando came.

Godfather Brando sits down, the wine is filled, the white cat is in place, and everything is ready!
"Godfather, I seek your help!"

The anxious young man expressed his appeal,
"I just escaped from a demon, and my pursuit of Leonardo da Vinci in this life is to create without restraint"