Almighty painter

Chapter 20
In Yangon today, there is no rain or cloud.

The sun carrying strong ultraviolet rays fell from the sky, and while coating the towering golden pagoda with a layer of Buddha's light, it also added a bit of summer-like heat to the air.

In the nearby Buddhist temples, some monks rang the bell for fasting.

Sakai Tsunasho put down his brush and stretched his waist in relief.He went to the staff to return the brushes and paints, and his stomach made a rumbling sound.

"I want to eat Thai food at noon today... I heard that there is a restaurant in the old house on Wa Dan Street that serves very fresh seafood."

Every day from 11:00 noon to 2:00 pm is a unified lunch break.

This is a holy place for Buddhism. Whether it is a painter or a staff member, as long as you are a member of the mural restoration project team, you can go to the monks' fasting hall with your work card at any time when you are hungry.

There are always porridge, side dishes, and vegetarian dishes such as vegetarian meat, as well as Burmese special sour rice noodles and fried noodles made with vinegar.

The vegetarian food is quite delicate, and it is a good choice to change the taste once in a while. Many vegetarians among the art professors feel a little refreshing.

But if you can't accept vegetarianism, it is not mandatory to eat in the monastery.

Yangon is a tourist city, and there are many restaurants of various styles, but the meat outside cannot be brought into the Shwedagon Pagoda.

Sakai Tsunasho had reserved a restaurant seat in advance on his mobile phone.

He saw that Gu Weijing was still picking among the piles of paints, staring at the drafts spread out on the table, as if he was thinking about something.

"Aren't you going to eat?"

He rubbed his shoulders and asked Gu Weijing.

"Ah."

Gu Weijing didn't want to eat, he was picking the right cinnabar on the table.

Practice is the only criterion for testing the truth. He wants to quietly try out whether the sayings in "Moji Notes" are reasonable at noon when he is alone.

In order to maintain the consistency with other walls, this mural restoration process did not use any modern artificial polymeric chemical pigments, and tried to restore the craftsmanship of the painters hundreds or even thousands of years ago.

There are ready-made cinnabar ink sticks in the long table paint supplies.

Artists who pursue the original taste are very picky, and the pigments provided by Yangon here are all first-class and top-notch.

Gu Weijing picked up a carton that looked yellowish, and found that it was old cinnabar mine produced by Dongxia state-run Xiangzhou Chenzhou ink factory.

Since the Han Dynasty, Chenzhou has produced the highest quality cinnabar. In the notes in his mind, Wang Wei called cinnabar cinnabar, which is why.

In modern times, with environmental protection requirements and the depletion of ore veins, many natural ore veins with the best quality have been closed to prevent mining, and artificially synthesized products have been used instead.

He saw the playing time of this batch of cinnabar ink on the steel stamp of the box, and they were generally old cinnabar ink in the 60s and 27s.There is even a piece with the mark of the [-]th year of the Republic of China written with a brush, which is almost a hundred years old.

These ink sticks themselves are half antiques. Although they haven't reached the point where they can be held in auctions for miscellaneous items, it's not difficult to exchange them for the latest iPhone.

Being a painter is really a very expensive business.

"Haven't you painted enough?"

"Uh-huh."

"cut……"

Sakai Tsunasho subconsciously wanted to complain.

But he seemed to have thought of something, looked around, and after confirming that there was no round figure of Uncle Sakai around, he was relieved.

Sakai Tsunasho tossed his hair and said coolly.

"A true artist disdains the work of a painter."

"Uh-huh."

"What does it mean that you have always been um?"

"Uh-huh."

Without looking up, Gu Weijing took out a piece of red cinnabar the size of a baby's fist from inside the box.

It is not uncommon to use cinnabar ore as a red pigment, but in murals...it is too easy to precipitate, and the degree of it is difficult to control...Can it really achieve the effect as good as Wang Wei's notes...Worth a try give it a try.

Gu Weijing has been immersed in the newly obtained notes for a long time. He repeatedly studied the paint formula that popped up in his mind, and a lot of information flowed through his mind every second.

He didn't want to talk, and he didn't even fully pay attention to what Sakai Tsunamasa was talking about.

"Pretend."

Sakai Gangchang felt that he was insulted, he whispered.

"Let me tell you the truth. This afternoon, my father's old painters will follow Mr. Cao to the zodiac shrine (Buddhist feature in Myanmar) to pray according to the local tradition. You will not come back until three or four o'clock at least. You die here No one can see your hard work.”

"Ok?"

Gu Weijing raised his head, and finally his tone changed.

"Oh, in this case, do me a favor and get me another task card. I estimate that the No. 9 wall will be painted in another half an hour, and it will be finished."

"Okay, okay, what do you like to do?"

Sakai Tsunasho muttered, "Being a craftsman is useless."

He turned around and walked away swaggeringly.

In fact, what he said was tough, but deep down in his heart, Sakai Tsunasho still had some admiration that he didn't want to admit.

He just doesn't understand why someone is willing to stand in front of a picture for a whole day.Just like he didn't understand why his sister was more favored by old painters than himself since she was a child.

Masakazu Tanaka, who has been quietly watching this side, has everything that happened here in his eyes.

The bet he made with Gu Weijing was that the winner stays, and the loser gets out.

However, the bet did not say whether it was clear whether Get Out meant being an artist or leaving the project.

Therefore, Tanaka continued to stay in the project as a staff member with a cheeky face.

Although there was no substantial loss, in the past few days, Tanaka found that even the students of Tama Academy of Fine Arts looked at him with eyes full of undisguised sarcasm.

After all, a painter must speak with pictures.

A person like Tanaka Zhenghe, not everyone in the school knows what kind of guy he is.

On weekdays, five people and six people may be very majestic, but if they are defeated by a Yangon native with a crushing advantage in the competition proposed by him, there will be many people who will be thrown into trouble.

He already hated Gu Weijing so much now, even the Sakai siblings who got involved in it also hated him.

"Change the brand name."——Tanaka Masakazu was going to teach this talented Yangon native a lesson, and this was the way he thought of.

A sneer formed at the corner of his mouth.

From the staff, the murals are divided into three grades—special grade, first grade, and second grade, which correspond to the difficulty of coloring and restoring the murals.

The more influential, ancient and valuable murals are, the higher the grade is, and the more experienced painters are responsible for them.

All murals assigned to young painters are the simplest second class.

He noticed that every time Sakai Tsunashang came to pick up the task, he didn't even check what his number was, and just signed it for confirmation.

He planned to quietly replace the murals assigned to Gu Weijing and Sakai Tsunasaga from the second class to the NO.17 wall of the special class.

This is not to give the opponent a chance to show off, this trick is called flattery.

Put yourself in the shoes of a young artist who painted an old painter's mural privately - if the painting is smashed, it is naturally an arrogant person who does not know the heights of the heavens and the earth, and has become another joke in the circle.

It is impossible to draw better, and you are lucky enough to draw similarly to an old painter.

I really thought that those old painters were all moral saints. When they saw your works, they were shocked and shouted that the future of this son is limitless.

Don't be naive, my friend.

The reality is more likely to be - what, what the hell are you trying to do, kid, are you here to make a fuss or step on me to be famous?

Even if you get lucky, the painting is not bad compared to experienced painters, and it is considered a feud.

This trick is almost being played badly in the entertainment industry.

Masakazu Tanaka also listened to the head of the Gokudo team who had a close relationship with TV Tokyo who drank with his father, Team Leader Tanaka, at the wine table.

At that time, even the drinking companions at the table were girls who had just joined the idol group.

The team leader boasted that in the RB showbiz, this is one of the best ways to encounter thorns who disobey him.

There is absolutely no need for coercion.

What is it that puts newcomers in a variety show with a higher-pitched famous song than their predecessors; asks people to verbally order newcomers who don’t understand anything to go to the boss’s exclusive dressing room, and then turn around and tell the boss that the other party is playing big names... Anyway, it’s similar s method.

The grudge is settled, there are rookies on one side and seniors on the other, as long as you don't run into someone whose singing skills are too exaggerated, there is no need to say which side will not come down.

That Jidao team leader can even pretend to be a close brother.

If you come here just once, the other party will either obediently cry and beg you to mediate, or get out.

Masakazu Tanaka, who was listening at the dinner table, was sweating profusely.

(End of this chapter)