Almighty painter

Chapter 247 The End of the Shareholders' Meeting and the Promotion
"Detective Cat? It should be the illustrator who was quite famous on the Internet a while ago, and the popularity is not low."

said Sir Browne very casually.

He still has some impressions of this name in his mind.

Two of the most important charges I made against Anna Luo were that she participated in the art appreciation column outside the magazine without the approval of the magazine's senior management, and performed improperly in the Thomas video.

In addition, director Elena made an unprecedented move for a baseless internet illustrator to become a two-and-a-half-star artist without submitting any "convincing" evidence in the eyes of the management.

Sir Brown believes that these two incidents have had a negative impact on the gold content of "Paintings" magazine in the minds of collectors.

The editorial of the "Moon" and Van Dorn's joint protest letter to the oil painting management are Anna's evidence.

And they are all related to this detective cat.

"Is she famous? Sorry, why have I never heard of this guy. Which gallery's agent artist is it?"

A shareholder who is a member of the French Academy wiped his glasses with a cloth, shook his head and said, "Detective Cat, what a strange name."

This shareholder and Wehrlein have similar living habits.

Day-to-day recreation is horseback riding, devotions, boating on the Rhine and opera, with little to no Internet access.

So I have no idea about YouTube explosion videos.

The proposal to remove Anna from the board of directors just passed by and entered the voting session.

Most of the shareholders didn't pay attention or care about the name of the little illustrator who was mentioned several times in the meeting materials.

"You may have misunderstood. As far as I know, she doesn't belong to any gallery. This is an online illustrator - the kind of artist who takes orders online and paints for others. The hotness in my mouth is also on Twitter degree of discussion."

Sir Brown explained: "I don't know if you understand...the so-called Internet celebrity painters."

"It turned out to be an Internet celebrity?"

Mr. Academician scoffed.

"Is there a mistake, you let so many of us experts and scholars spend precious energy discussing the work of an Internet celebrity painter? Is everyone's time so worthless!"

The old man was a little dissatisfied.

The overall impression of foreign Internet celebrities on the Internet is not very positive either.

Traditional social elites regard them more as electronic clowns.

Internet celebrity illustrator or something, maybe five out of six people are praised on the Internet.

Put it to the high-end serious connoisseurs of the French academicians, even mentioning these messy online names of "detective cats and dogs", people feel inferior!
At the end of the day.

The big boys of the academy and the little painters who started from the street, historically, they can't urinate in the same jug.

Let KAWS, a painter with a not very serious artistic background, come here.

Your Excellency the academician may have to sneer and sneer.

Not to mention a detective cat.

The issue seemed to him a mere waste of time.

It’s like letting the experts who are in charge of appraising famous Arabian thoroughbred horses use a magnifying glass to study whether the hooves of a variegated donkey are healthy.

Every minute they spend discussing this issue is worth more than all the works that guy has painted in a lifetime.

"I have no choice. Who told this to be an issue raised by Elena's shareholders. We can only follow the rules." Sir Brown waved his hand helplessly.

"Oh, please, when will the buyer column of our "Oil Painting" column recommend an online celebrity painter to collectors. The recommendation index is two and a half stars, who approved this proposal? This guy is completely committing a crime. "

The French academician pouted.

"Except for Ms. Elena, who else can be so capricious? Perhaps some shareholders are not clear yet. Dear Miss Anna not only gave a two-and-a-half-star rating. She is also a video viewed by hundreds of millions of people on Youtube. Among them, I think the artistic skill of this detective cat is comparable to Mr. Jane Arnold, the winner of the Hans Christian Andersen Award."

Chairman Brown pretended to be incomprehensible to Anna, and kept shaking his head.

puff!

This time, Mr. Academician was completely unfazed, and laughed outright.

"Where is this going? Ms. Elena, you don't happen to hold a lot of this guy's works in your hands, or sign this internet celebrity painter under your own name, right?"

The academician told a cold joke.

"Little girl, let me teach you to be good. Even if you want to stir up paintings, you can't just casually pull a cat or a dog on the Internet and be so careless, right?"

After the shareholder finished speaking, he stroked the small goatee on his chin, and laughed thinking he was humorous.

There was a burst of laughter from many shareholders around.

There was a burst of joy in the conference room.

Of course everyone knows what the academician said is bullshit.

If the heir of the Elena family wants to make money from the art business.She has a million better options than such a flawed behavior.

only……

They couldn't figure out why Anna insisted on doing this.

Probably, as Sir Browne said, it is the whim of young women.

Now that the atmosphere has been heightened here.

They didn't take the initiative to attack Anna's fault just now, at this moment, the girl moved her smooth face to her body to let them slap her.

Whether it's genuine or fake.

Not incidentally, I laughed at Anna to show the unity of everyone's position, and stepped on this detective cat who no one cares about, to express her loyalty to the incoming major shareholder Kruger Brothers Bank.

I really can't justify it.

Just a cheap illustrator on the street, how much artistic accomplishment can he have?
Say a thousand, say ten thousand, even if that guy really has a few strokes of talent for an unprecedented time.

Being denied and ridiculed by these art giants now is destined to become worthless in the hearts of big collectors.

If you want to blame, you can blame yourself for being hurt by Ms. Irina.

Destroying the poor detective cat was just a by-product of overthrowing the old seal of the Elena family.

It's like the two-way foil that destroyed the solar system in "Three-Body" conveniently destroyed a grain of cosmic dust on the asteroid belt.

It's none of your business to destroy you.

To be discussed and ridiculed by so many bigwigs, ordinary two-star and three-star painters are not qualified!
Only sporadic two or three shareholders did not laugh.

They're all people who've seen Detective Cat on YouTube.

Everyone has a steelyard in their hearts.

Although the screenshots in online videos are far less clear than those in your hands.

But even if it's just a rough idea.

These senior art experts also understand the hard work that needs to be done in order to draw such sketches with rigorous structure and smooth muscle lines.

Anna's rating can only be said to be not smooth enough, but it is really not too much.

"Without seeing the work in person, according to the stereotyped prejudice in my heart, I make a rash comment on a work of art, belittling a painter's hard work for nothing. Such behavior is arrogant and rude."

At the conference table, Anna straightened her waist, not giving in at all.

At this shareholder meeting, it was the first time that she responded so strongly to the art seniors present.

"The clear one clears itself. We are all experienced art critics, why not call up the picture of Ms. Detective Cat's painting and make a judgment on the spot. I gave this lady a two-and-a-half-star rating. Is there any partiality."

"Ms. Elena, I don't know what kind of mind you have, and you want to argue endlessly on this issue-whether an online artist who draws illustrations for ten dollars has reached the level of Master Jane Arnold, this You don’t need a professional art critic to ask a question, any ordinary person with a brain will know the right answer.”

Sir Brown knocked on the table: "And the rating you gave to the other party is not in line with the magazine's practice."

"Never in history has a pure online artist won such an honor. The management discovered this problem during the routine review process. Therefore, it is also logical to withdraw the recommended webpage of Detective Cat."

"I originally wanted to save some face for you based on my respect for your aunt. But Miss Elena, if you insist on stalking your dereliction of duty to the shareholders' meeting, I can't help it. I just hope you Now stop wasting everyone's time unreasonably."

Sir Brown is unwilling to drag this kind of matter into the field of "judging the artistic level of Detective Cat", which makes him feel a little guilty.

Is $10 worth $100 million?
What a joke.

Tell the truth in private - even if it is really comparable, you can't say it in public!

Anyway, there are only a few collectors who are really knowledgeable.

Such a clear statement will shake the overall foundation of the price gradient in the art market, and make collectors doubt whether it is really wise to spend a lot of money on master paintings.

"Those older shareholders are tired, let's start voting now and end this shareholder meeting."

Right now, simply beating Anna and Detective Cat to death on the grounds of not complying with the regulations is the most straightforward and good way.

"No show of hands to vote. I happened to get a sample book of the new version of "The Little Prince" that Scholastic Publishing Group will soon release from a friend. The illustrator of this set of fairy tales is the Internet artist Detective Cat that you laugh at and disdain .”

Anna took out Osborn's gift from her handbag.

Push it to the French academician across the table.

"Please take a look at this painting, then look me in the eyes, and tell me clearly that such an excellent painter does not deserve a two-and-a-half-star rating. I did this wrong, so I will do it again in the future." No related issues will be brought up.”

"Your source of confidence is actually a set of illustrations for a fairy tale book? It's not even a serious work of art!"

The French academician smiled sarcastically.

He took the book nonchalantly.

"Okay. I hope this boring topic can end quickly. If Ms. Elena really likes the feeling of being rejected in person, I don't mind doing what you want..."

The academician's eyes glanced at the cover of the fairy tale book, and his tone suddenly paused.

this painting...

He grabbed his beard violently, as if he was suddenly out of breath, his nose twitched and twitched.

The strange behavior of the French academician only lasted for a short time, and it still attracted the attention of other shareholders around him.

Many people around turned their heads to see where the sacred work in the academician's hand was.

Then there was a series of gasping sounds.

Sir Brown sat at a certain distance from the academician.

The chairman felt a little uneasy for no reason.

He knew that the sketches of Detective Cat were really good enough.

Could it be that she has drawn another outstanding sketch?

Logically,
The rigorous anatomical sketches that the other party is good at don't quite match the temperament of fairy tale books.

And these people around them have all seen the big market.

Even if it is an ordinary sketch master-level work in kind, it is not worthy of everyone's surprise.

Sir Brown was able to maintain a calm and indifferent look on his face at the beginning.

After a few seconds, he heard the sound of collective air-conditioning in the conference room. Instead of stopping, it intensified.

It seemed that everyone swallowed a burrito with too many devil peppers.

So the chairman couldn't maintain the calmness on his face.

He finally stretched his neck as well, frowning and looking at the book in the hands of the academician.

wow!

When he saw the illustration cover of "The Little Prince", the director's first reaction was that this painting is amazing.

The hazy and dreamy paint temperament and the sense of communication between brush and ink.

Even though it was a photo print, the silver-haired jazz was shocked all over his body.

A masterpiece - printed with such expressive power on the surface of the book, the original is a bit too much above the norm.

His second reaction after recalling it was anger.

Oh shit,

These old pedants, now is the time to study whether the painting is good or not!

What matters at this time is the position.

Do you understand your position?

Regardless of whether her paintings are good or bad, now she can only say that her paintings are not good.

Sir Brown grabbed the copy of "The Little Prince" and put it on the table.

"It turned out to be painting with a knife. Well, it is indeed a very rare painting method. No wonder everyone was a little surprised. Unfortunately, Ms. Irina, you confuse rare with excellent."

"We all know that painting with an oil painting knife has great limitations. There are many scammers in this field. This painting looks a bit bluffing at first glance, but it is full of flaws when you look closely."

"So, let me answer this question for you. You are wrong to select such a fake painter as two and a half stars."

"I think everybody in the room can agree on that."

Sir Browne kicked the stout old man beside him under the table.

At this time, some more people need to stand up and lead the team, so that the shareholders who were shocked by this painting can be more clear-headed.

Khelaife took the fairy tale book in his hand with a complicated expression.

He opened his mouth a few times, wanting to utter harsh irony about the painting, but found that he couldn't pick out its faults for a moment.

"Hey, painting with knives, you know everything."

The fat old man groaned for a long time, and only said one plausible sentence: "I agree with Sir Brown's point of view. Miss Elena, you are wrong."

Khalaife pushed back the book in his hand to Anna.

"This picture does look bluffing, but we old men have more experience than you, a little girl, and we can't be wrong."

He turned his face to Anna.

The underlying meaning in the tone is to remind the shareholders around him.

In this scenario, they absolutely cannot give other opinions.

These respected seniors have just united to drive Anna out of the magazine.

The resolution is not over yet.

Turn 180 degrees on the collective attitude and admit that they made a mistake in their treatment of Anna.

The judgment and vision of the entire management team is not as good as that of a little girl.

It doesn't matter how embarrassing it is.

But what do collectors all over the world think of the credibility of "Oil Painting" magazine, and how can they believe in the market potential of oil painting funds.

Now they would rather go against their conscience, and they can't take a step back.

It's just an online painter and a fairy tale illustration.

Can't turn the sky.
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The wind blows the cotton wool that falls from the poplar trees along the street.

The traffic on the road slowly stopped.

Glize City is a city with a slow pace of life, and the air in the afternoon is filled with a lazy atmosphere.

The sun casts misty light and shadows in the ancient city, and the black asphalt road leads from the city center to the distant hills.

There are decades-old old-fashioned traffic lights, and the long flashing yellow lights between green and red lights every time, have a sense of anxiety that makes impatient people breathless.

Fortunately, the residents here have long adapted to this rhythm of life.

They crossed the road slowly.

Only a pair of foreign tourists who had just visited the new art center stood in front of the crosswalk, scrolling impatiently on TIKTOK.

The man turned his head and glanced at the signal light, but there was still no change.

He suddenly seemed to be surprised by seeing something, patted the shoulder of his girlfriend next to him, and immediately raised his phone.

He pointed to the very rare dark Mercedes GLS600 SUV parked at the front of the zebra crossing.

Austria, like many European countries, supports paid customization of license plates.

The format is in the form of state name + letters or numbers.

The G at the beginning of the license plate of this Mercedes-Benz SUV is the acronym for the state of Graz. More than 95% of the cars running on the streets here have G openings.

But the numbers that follow are remarkable.

【G·01】——This represents the No. [-] car in the entire state.

Inside and outside, no matter how rich you are, some license plate numbers are beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Arabic numerals within 10 in European countries are generally used by the royal family or top politicians. Seeing these license plates means meeting super powerful people.

For example, the assets of the Dutch royal family include license plate numbers from 01 to 06.

The No. 01 car [W·[-]] in Vienna, the capital of Austria, does not belong to any individual and is the exclusive car for each president.

"No way! My dear, look at the license plate of that car, did we meet the governor for a trip? Hurry up and send a tweet..."

"The governor sits in a GLS600? The starting configuration of this luxury car costs 20 euros. This is how the city government spends taxpayers' money! If they are with us, they can only sit in the Toyota Crown."

The girl next to her tweeted enviously, while condemning the extravagance of officials with a sense of justice.

Before the tweets were finished here, new incidents appeared on the road ahead.

The signal light had just changed from red to green, and the black Mercedes had just released its brakes, when a backpacker in a T-shirt rushed two steps forward.

"Boom!"

Without hesitation, the backpacker bumped into the front hood of the Mercedes-Benz.

The couple who were about to cross the road looked dumbfounded.

"Pengci touched the governor's head. It's really daring to play...It's admirable."

"Sir, are you okay, do you need me to call an ambulance for you?"

The co-pilot seat was not a guard, but a young girl in a gray professional dress.

"Damn it! What the hell is going on today."

Elliott looked at the backpacker lying like a toad in front of the Mercedes-Benz, and couldn't help muttering in his heart.

This SUV with the license plate number G·01 was not the governor's official car as foreign tourists thought, but Anna's car.

In order to thank the Jelena family for their long-term contribution to Glitz City's fiscal revenue, employment opportunities and city image.

The municipal government presented the number plate with the first local number to the Elena family.

In addition to this [G·01], Anna also owns a Rolls-Royce Ghost that also has a special license plate [G·lgemlde (oil painting)], a customized bulletproof model.

It was the car my aunt used before she died.

Because of the larger space and barrier-free modification, the travel top box on the roof can automatically accommodate electric wheelchairs. Anna prefers to use this full-size Mercedes-Benz SUV.

"Hello, sir."

Seeing the young lady being wronged all day at the shareholder meeting, the female secretary is already annoying enough.

Now that this kind of shit happened again, the little patience she had left was about to be wiped out.

Elliot resisted the urge to kick the guy in the stomach.

She frowned and said, "I advise you not to plan to stay on the ground and not get up. We would rather go to court than pay one euro for your immoral behavior."

"Sorry, sorry, it's my problem."

The backpacker didn't cheat, but he didn't get up immediately, but took out his press card and recording pen from his mouth.

"I'm a special investigative reporter for The Economic Evaluator. I beg Ms. Elena to take some time and answer a question for me."

Elliott was silent for two seconds, and then laughed directly out of anger.

In European society, in addition to the traditional separation of powers, as the fourth power to check and balance public opinion, journalists have always been known as the "uncrowned king" who penetrates every corner of society.

They're a cross between a fearless hero and a sleazy paparazzi.

For a news report, journalists can wear light body armor and run wildly in a war zone where bullets are flying everywhere, and fight wits with the FBI and CIA, and they will also do such unscrupulous things as finding condoms in celebrity trash cans.

As for how to get the precious opportunity to interview big shots.

Generations of journalists and friends have summed up the two lines of literature and military.

Mild ways include deliberately not taking a shower for a few days, dressing yourself like a homeless man, squatting in the parking lot of a luxury hotel like the Hilton, and rushing up to the interviewee's car to put on a look of "waiting day and night." , just to get the chance to interview a big shot like you" to earn sympathy points.

You can also use tough methods like threatening interviews with the uncle in the airport terminal building by threatening to take pictures of Van Dorn.

But on the zebra crossing, he bumped into the reckless guy who was blocking the car... This was the first time Secretary Elliott had seen him.

"I'm sorry, I don't want to do this either. But Elena Manor rejected all reporters' interview applications. I really have no choice but to make such a bad move. Please, just let me ask a few questions."

The reporter clasped his hands together and asked pitifully.

Elliott didn't bother to pay attention to each other.

She turned on her phone and looked through the address book, preparing to contact the lawyer and the contacts she was familiar with in the Glitz City Police Department.

The coverage of surveillance cameras in Europe is not high, but Miss Anna's car must have a driving recorder.

It's a big deal to go to court to settle it.

The secretary's phone number has already been dialed.

Her gaze swept across the side of the road and began to gather around the melon-eaters holding their mobile phones.

Elliott hesitated for a moment, then hung up the phone again.

She walked back to the window of the car that had pulled over to the side of the road.

"What's the matter, I saw that someone seems to have bumped into it, is he injured?"

Anna lowered the car window and asked casually.

"It's a reporter who took the initiative to bump into him."

Elliot quickly recounted what had happened.

Since the rumors of infighting in the management of "Oil Painting" began, there have been wave after wave of interview applications from various media and investigative reporters emerging from the ground like groundhogs outside the manor.

Miss Elena had all been rejected by the secretary before.

Unexpectedly, on the way back from the shareholders' meeting, I ran into another bumper.

"Let him go...wait."

Elena suddenly realized that this might be a good opportunity to promote Detective Cat before the release of "The Little Prince".

"That's it, do you know which publication's reporter it is?"

Anna thought for a few seconds before asking back.

(End of this chapter)