Almighty painter

Chapter 24 Angry
Lao Yang trotted all the way to the small square in front of the Shwedagon Pagoda. He lowered his head and whispered what he had just seen in Cao Lao's ear.

Almost in the next second, Elder Cao's complexion turned red due to the rapidly rising blood pressure.His hands were trembling, his breath became heavy, and his chest heaved up and down.

"Old Cao, the incident has already happened, there is no use in worrying about it, take care of yourself."

With quick eyes and quick hands, Lao Yang grabbed the old man's shoulders and leaned his body against the little old man's torso, fearing that Mr. Cao would fall to the ground directly because of his excessive anger.

"What happened? What happened to Mr. Cao?"

"Did you suddenly feel unwell? You were fine just now."

All the professors, artists and staff who followed Mr. Cao and worshiped the Buddha in front of the altar felt that the atmosphere was not right.

After Lao Yang, Cao's assistant, ran over and whispered something in his ear, Cao's expression suddenly changed.

Seeing Mr. Cao's anomaly, many people in the crowd became confused.

The old man is the backbone of this project, but there is no chance of mistakes.

"I don't know. I seem to have heard that it has something to do with the No.17 mural. It seems to have been destroyed by someone."

Some people who were closer to Lao Yang when he spoke just now heard something vaguely.

"The No. 17 mural is the "Picture of Respecting the Buddha and Protecting the Dharma" during the chieftain period of the Gongbang Dynasty. Cao Lao is said to have spent a lot of thought." This is an artist who knows the importance of this mural.

"What happened to that painting? The Yangon government closed the tourist channel of the Shwedagon Pagoda. Only the staff of the project can get close. Who dares to destroy it. Did you call the police?"

No.17 mural?
Tanaka Masakazu's ears perked up.

He knew that the number he secretly changed from one of the few mural number plates in the special task box was No. 17.

Unexpectedly, I won the first prize. The painting is the work of Mr. Cao.

And it seems that Mr. Cao attaches great importance to that painting.

Masakazu Tanaka was secretly delighted, but with a dazed look on his face, he pretended to be confused and discussed with the people next to him: "How could such a thing happen? Who dares to tamper with Cao Lao's works!"

He stared at Mr. Cao with a pair of thief eyes, looking forward to the moment when the other party would be furious.

Cao Lao was very angry.

His hand that held the cane was shaking.

The NO.17 mural is one of the three most important murals for me in this work project. The other two are redrawings of large-scale murals, and only this one is repaired.

This may be the painting with the highest requirement for mural skills in the whole project. As early as he made up his mind to take over this project, the investigation of No.17 mural had already begun.

He drew many drafts in advance in his own studio in Hamburg, and consulted countless materials.

I also held remote video conferences with painters who have experience in mural restoration in Dunhuang, Paris, and Istanbul, in order to restore the "Picture of Respecting the Buddha and Protecting the Dharma" to perfection.

That's why, his first job after the start of the project was to complete the delineation of the incomplete positions of the Dharma Protector Map.

It turned out that now, in just one short afternoon, everything was over.

"This is life."

This thought flashed through Cao Lao's mind.

Seeing Mr. Cao's face turned red and his lips trembling, Lao Yang was afraid that something might be wrong with Mr. Cao's body, so he immediately ordered someone to bring a chair, and took the Suxiao Jiuxin Pill and warm water from his pocket.

Cao Lao took a sip of water and finally recovered.

He strongly restrained the urge in his heart to tear that boy Gu into pieces.

"That's it, take me to see the painting."

Cao Xuan's chest rose and fell violently, he closed his eyes slightly, and finally exhaled slowly, he said to his assistant.

Lao Yang was a little surprised that Cao Lao didn't get angry in public, and didn't ask someone to call the police.

He knew how serious the old man was about painting and how much he valued art.

It is impossible for old Mr. Cao Xuan to change his temper for a Gu Weijing.

Not to mention Gu Weijing, those 50-[-]-year-old apprentices of Mr. Cao, who have never been hit by this old man with a palette because they were not serious when painting.

"Okay, let's go and see the murals first... Sigh." The old man sighed again.

"As for Gu Weijing."

The little old man stood up little by little while supporting his crutches. The wrinkles on his face were intertwined, and he seemed to have aged a lot.

"Whether it's the child's fault or not, even if you want to express yourself... In short, you should be strict with your mouth, don't talk nonsense, and just say that you sent the wrong brand. Don't ruin other people's children, there is a good seed not easy."

Cao Lao exhorted in Lao Yang's ear again.

Lao Yang was silent.

He didn't expect Mr. Cao to deal with it like this.

To put it too far, this kind of manuscript that was uploaded without permission by the master, even in an ordinary studio, can call the police and request judicial intervention.

How much is a monument worth?How much is a piece of Cao Lao's painstaking work worth?It's hard to measure in terms of money alone.

Does Mr. Cao hate Gu Weijing?

Of course he hates it, no matter what the reason is, he doesn't want to see this young man now.

If he wants to be 20 years younger, he can't wait to break the opponent's legs with a cane.

But the old gentleman is getting old.

The older gentleman prefers to think about the future generations.

Mr. Cao Xuan knew that if he casually said a harsh word at this moment, his entire artistic career might be ruined.

After all, he still loves talents.

It can be seen from the previous pen sketch that no matter what, this Gu Weijing is a young man who is willing to work hard on the road of painting.

Now that the mural was irreparable, he didn't want to cast a shadow over the future of a serious and hard-working child.

"So be it."

Cao Lao gave Lao Yang a stern look.

Lao Yang smacked his lips in his heart.

While admiring the master's mind, I also lamented the good luck of Gu Weijing.

What he hopes most is that the impact of this matter can be minimized, and he will be less implicated.

But, it is estimated that this guy should not even think about going to Master Lin Tao's studio.

Such a good young man, who has just gained the attention of the master, and then personally killed the opportunity, is really touching.

The activities of worshiping the Buddha had already come to an end, but when this incident happened, it would immediately end at the same place.

Everyone followed Mr. Cao and quickly went back in the direction of the No.17 mural.

Many people along the way didn't know what happened, but the atmosphere was already a little depressed.

Tanaka Masakazu did not see the expected hair, and he felt a little regretful, but he thought it was just the calm before the storm.

The small steps he moved were like a shivering mouse following behind a large army.

Leaning on his cane, Mr. Cao called his disciples Lin Tao, Sakai Kazusei and other experts who are familiar with the field of mural restoration.

He could already imagine what the mural would look like.

If the color on the top is too light, it may be able to make up for it.

But the most common mistake for novices to make when repairing murals is to paint too thickly and make a thick paste.

The world's best-selling cultural weekly "The New Yorker" once reported a case in which a French student team made such a mistake when restoring an 800-year-old statue of the Virgin Mary.

The entire sculpture was discolored and painted with bright and muddy paint, one piece of blue and one piece of red.

The Weekly dubbed the restoration with vicious rhetoric—"painting the Madonna as a monkey."

Before Cao Xuan's eyes, the colorful and chaotic paints on the murals appeared.

This made his fingertips turn slightly white while holding the cane.

(End of this chapter)