mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 499 Unique Works at the Art Exhibition

Claris certainly doesn't know how much money Uertas has been greedy for.

She probably guessed: "Originally, Huertas was the garrison commander of Colombia. After defecting to Colombia and joining Panama, the wealth in his hand will only be more. In addition to paying Panama $25 every year, I heard that there are additional One hundred thousand was divided between Manuel Amado and Uertas. In the beginning, the 50 francs given by the United States for the uprising were not spent... In the past few years, at least a few dozen Ten thousand francs, perhaps more."

Americans, especially those on Wall Street, think that Zhao Chuanxin is rich, a newly minted billionaire.

That is already the financial resources of the top families in the United States.

But no one knows that Zhao Chuanxin spent the money on various investments, and the last sum of money was left to Nikola Tesla's laboratory.

Before leaving, after all kinds of shopping, and leaving a sum of operating funds for the manor, Zhao Chuanxin had very little left in his pocket.

Claris was a little desperate just now, but now he is optimistic again: "It would be great if I could light a fire and dry the clothes."

"What's so difficult about that?"

Zhao Chuanxin had an extra charcoal stove in his hand.

Claris looked at it suspiciously, not understanding how the charcoal stove was created out of nothing.

Zhao Chuanxin did not explain, poured kerosene and lit the charcoal stove.

Claris said: "In Panama City, it rained 11 days out of November 30. Maybe it will cause a huge flood and submerge all the houses on both sides of the canal."

This is actually a legend, and it has been around for a long time since the canal was dug.

The legend has intensified, and many residents have moved away from both sides of the canal.

There is also a novel in later generations, in which many legends about the Panama Canal Flood are fabricated.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't care about the flood, so what about the monstrous sky?

Claris opened the oil-paper bag he had brought with him when he left, and took out a dry skirt, and a new set of embroidered long shirt and shorts.

The latter was prepared for Zhao Chuanxin.

Fitted for a relaxed fit, but narrow at the shoulders.

Claris didn't shy away from Zhao Chuanxin, just turned his back, took off his original skirt, and put on the skirt after wiping his body in front of Zhao Chuanxin.

No wonder Uertas fell in love with Claris, this woman's body is so amazing that she can be a model for future generations.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at it with a critical eye, his eyes fixed on it, and his face was very serious.

"Does it look good?" Claris suddenly turned his head and asked with a smile.

Zhao Chuanxin said solemnly: "I didn't look at it. I was staring at the fire all the time. Look at the fire. It's big and round. I really want to take a picture, but I'm afraid it will be hot."

Clarice sneered: "How do you know it's hot if you don't take pictures?"

Snapped……

Captain Zhao has never been used to people.

Claris couldn't help but laugh: you really did.

Zhao Chuanxin slapped his hands: "Hands are two doors, but I have even more powerful weapons that I keep secret."

Claris has large eyes and defined eyebrows, which are typical of Panamanian women.

She blinked her eyes: "A long time ago, there was only daylight on this land. People hunted birds, played, and fished. They were very tired, but there was no night to rest. So they found the night ball. But the night was shrouded, and there was no more. During the day, they couldn't work. They figured out a way to hide the ball of night under caves and rocks, so that day and night alternate..."

This is a myth and legend passed down from there when Panama joined the Colombian Union.

Zhao Chuanxin thought for a moment: "Are you trying to explain, people, do you need to reconcile Yin and Yang? I am good at this."

"No." Claris couldn't help laughing: "I just want to say, I'm so tired, I need to rest for a while."

"..."

Clarice beckoned: "Come here, let's rest together for a while."

Zhao Chuanxin said, if you want to do something, just say it, why use rest as an excuse?
Although I will resist, it must not be very violent.

Zhao Chuanxin went to sit down, and Claris stood side by side with him, leaning against the wall of the passage and closing his eyes.

In less than 1 minute, my breathing became even and I really fell asleep.

Zhao Chuanxin: "..."

This silly bitch is really a tiger.

But somehow, Zhao Chuanxin also felt more relaxed, listening to the sound of pouring rain outside, and soon fell asleep.

……

United States, New York.

American Academy of Arts Exhibition.

Hamilton Fish is one of the most acclaimed landscape painters alive today.

Today's art exhibitions not only include art exhibitions from the United States, but also art exhibitions from all over the world.

Artists who want to become famous all present their works.

Naturally, Hamilton Fish cannot be missed.

He glanced at the paintings on the wall one by one, and felt that there was nothing to show.

Stop until you come to a painting that looks like a sketch and a sketch.

In this painting, a corner of a woman's hat with a large brim is exposed, and an arm that is obviously a woman.

The slender and beautiful fingers touch the tulip beside her.

In front of the woman is a sea of ​​flowers, endless as far as the eye can see.

No signature, no mark.

Of course the art exhibition has a name, and the name of this painting is - the person I miss.

Hamilton Fish frowned, then opened, frowned, then opened.

In general, pencil drawings are somewhat underwhelming here.

The front is basically an oil painting.

But this painting made him feel very interesting.

It was obviously just a simple black and white light and shadow performance, but it made him feel the color.

He could feel the warmth of the sun shining on the sea of ​​flowers. It was just a simple flower, but the layered tulips and the layout of the scenery made Hamilton Fish instinctively feel that this painting gave him an exotic feeling.

This is certainly not America, nor China, nor France, nor England.

A flash of inspiration came to his mind: it was Holland.

The woman and the tulip touched between her fingers are the clearest, but then gradually scribbled and drawn in a whimsical way, like a child's graffiti.

However, only in a certain period of art history, the more representative the painting is, the better. In other times, the quality of the painting is not based on realism.

Hamilton Fish slapped his head: "Wonderful! When painting this painting, the author must be missing someone, and couldn't wait to see her, so that he gradually lost his patience. This is a guy with no patience, but instead gives This painting is endowed with soul. Judging from the performance of the painting, it should be painted by a young man. But judging from the painting skills, it looks like a middle-aged man, which is really strange."

At this time, a middle-aged woman who still had a charm next to her said, "I am surprised by what you said. You painters can really see the author's character from the content."

Hamilton Fish looked at the woman, feeling familiar.

He smiled: "Every piece of work, what you want to express, and everyone's understanding must be different. But there must be emotions that can resonate in it. The author of this painting has superb techniques and a bold layout of the scenery, but What I can confirm is that he has passed the stage of showing off his skills, wandering freely and acting spontaneously, this painting should be drawn by him casually, not intentionally."

Some very powerful painters don't even consider the painting skills they have learned in the later stage. What they paint depends on their mood, and they doodle freely, such as Van Gogh.

Many painters have said that children's paintings are the most beautiful.

The beautiful and very temperamental middle-aged woman pointed to the author's name: "Look, who is the author."

Hamilton Fish was short-sighted, but not high.

Most of the works are signed, but this one is only written in the small text below, and he needs to wear glasses first.

I took a closer look: "Hiss... Zhao Chuanxin? Is that the Far Eastern butcher? He also knows how to paint? It's incredible."

The introduction column reads: Author, Zhao Chuanxin.Owner of the painting, Thomas W. Lawson.

"Yeah, I was surprised too, but it's reasonable. Those who underestimated him have suffered a lot!" The middle-aged woman said with a smile.

"You recognize him?"

"I don't know." The middle-aged woman denied. "However, if you have read the newspaper recently, can you not know about Zhao Chuanxin?"

"You're right."

The middle-aged woman smiled, nodded politely and left.

Hamilton Fish felt that this woman was too familiar, and the feeling of deja vu lingered in his heart.

Suddenly, he remembered that many years ago, he saw her from a distance at a banquet.

At that time, she seemed to be by Da Luo's side.

Fark, the first lady.

Painters who knew Hamilton Fish came to join in the fun.

"Hamilton, what's so good about this, my students are better than him."

Hamilton Fish said, "Will you see again?"

"Huh? The layout of the scenery is interesting, but that's all, it's not on the stage."

"Look at the author's name."

"Hiss... Zhao Chuanxin?" the man exclaimed.

He didn't keep his voice down.

All the people around looked over in surprise.

If Zhao Chuanxin is here, it seems dangerous here, but it is not safe at all.

Seeing that there were no Chinese at all, everyone was polite, relieved and at the same time blamed.

The man pointed at the painting aggrievedly and said, "I'm not saying that Zhao Chuanxin is here, I mean that there are Zhao Chuanxin's paintings here, the paintings of the Far East Butcher, and the owner is Thomas W. Law, a new upstart on Wall Street." Mori."

Everyone was shocked.

I Zhuo, Zhao Chuanxin's paintings come to participate in the art exhibition?
Was it brought by Zhao Chuanxin himself?
At this moment, a voice sounded: "Hehe, the upstart you mentioned is here."

The painter turned his head in astonishment, and saw Thomas W. Lawson, who was holding a half glass of whiskey, looking at him with a smile.

The painter's face changed slightly. Three points were because of the embarrassment of being arrested for speaking ill of others behind his back. Seven points were because Thomas W. Lawson had a close relationship with Zhao Chuanxin, and he was afraid of being beaten.

"Um, Mr. Lawson, I'm just talking too fast, please forgive me."

Thomas W. Lawson smiled unabated: "It's okay, I'm an upstart, and you're right. Let me ask you, how about this painting?"

Although he smiled, his eyes were fixed on the painter.

Thomas W. Lawson is good at controlling people's hearts. Otherwise, he couldn't just write some articles at the beginning, so he secretly manipulated the market many times.

Under the double pressure, how dare a painter say no?

He praised strongly: "Very good, this is the best painting I have seen today, there is no one..."

The painter is full of praise in terms of composition skills, painting skills, conception, and every angle he can imagine.

It is said that there is little in the sky and nothing on the earth.

Those who come to visit the art exhibition are not necessarily all artists, but more wealthy people.

The net worth of the artist needs these people to pay for it.

They know six?
Listening to the painter's spit, I really think this painting is very good.

Thomas W. Lawson asked Hamilton Fish again: "What does the gentleman say?"

　Promise to have more and more this month, but the most urgent thing is to quit staying up late, change your schedule and continue your life.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)