Almighty painter

Chapter 252 Exhibitor Arrangements and Promotional Video Launch
"finished."

Looking at the display on the virtual panel, Gu Weijing became excited.

System data is just an auxiliary scoring tool.

Gu Weijing already has a general judgment on whether the specific painting is good or bad during the creation process.

The process of painting is so smooth, the degree of completion of the whole painting cannot be lowered.

If the picture effect of this kind of painting is used to participate in the graduation exhibition of the general academy of fine arts, it can be properly arranged to debut in the C position.

Even if I take the painting in front of me to participate in the Biennale right now.

If you haven't met that kind of particularly picky judge, you won't think there is any gap in the painting style of this fusion painting.

Even at a lower level.

Let him not even see the problem.

It's just that the system belongs to the kind of judges who are particularly strict and picky.

When Gu Weijing first looked at it, he thought that the dividing lines between different techniques had completely disappeared.

Found after careful inspection.

There is still a little shadow left on the virtual panel.

Among them, the dividing line between [Sketch Technique] and [Oil Painting Technique] is only a slight shallow mark, which is similar to a small mark scratched by a fingernail on the plastic shell.

It seems that as long as you wipe it hard again, it will disappear.

The imprint between [Oil Painting Technique] and [Chinese Painting Technique] is correspondingly deeper, and it is just the feeling that the same color sewing thread has been sewn on the piece of cloth.

"Recently, I should pay more attention to the practice of Chinese painting. I will ask Professor Lin Tao for more advice on the rendering method of meticulous brushwork. My style of Chinese painting is still weaker than that of sketching and oil painting."

"The final payment of "The Little Prince" in the publishing house contract, together with the share of the Easter sales week, will be settled together in the middle and late April. If the progress is fast, I should rely on myself. Promoted to the second level of the profession. Make up for the last shortcoming."

Gu Weijing was thinking about his plans for the next few days.

"If everything goes well, we can submit manuscripts to the organizing committee of the Singapore Biennale before May. The latest deadline for submissions will not be delayed."

"It's just...do I need to add another painting?"

He stroked his chin, thinking about it in his head.

I can be sure that my most important exhibited painting must be this "Lucky Orphanage in the Sun".

For large-scale international biennials such as Singapore, Magic City, Yokohama, etc., each artist in the master group can submit two to five manuscripts.

There is no limit to the number of painters in the specially invited channel, and there can be many within a reasonable range.

Gu Weijing originally planned to submit only one painting.

Now the progress of practicing fusion painting is faster than he imagined, and he hesitates that maybe he can paint another work with another theme at that time.

Anyway, if he passed the audition, it would be a waste to leave the booth allotted to him empty.

Do you want to add a sketch painting of the same style, and build a theme with this "Lucky Orphanage"?
Or draw an orthodox impressionist work to show the organizing committee the variety of your own style?

of course.

In his heart, the work that is really expected to win the prize must be this "Lucky Orphanage in the Sun".

Art exhibitions are not expensive.

Only submitting one work may not win the prize.

Exhibiting a lot of works at the same time, the organizing committee may not feel that you are too hard, sympathize with you and give you a water award.

The larger the biennale, the more so.

Look at quality not quantity.

When Damien Hirst participated in the Venice Biennale that year, he brought a maximum of 189 works of art, one theme pavilion for each country, and one theme pavilion for himself.

As a result, it still didn't win.

This is very embarrassing.
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As the sun sets,

A woman in dark formal attire and sunglasses sits on a chair against the wall in a yard.

A dark gun handle was protruding from the hem of the suit jacket, which attracted the attention of many volunteers and children in the yard.

There were also two brave little kids who ran over and wanted to touch the handle of the gun, but before the woman exuding a solemn demeanor could speak, they were shyly dragged away by the headmistress of the orphanage.

Gu Weijing walked out of the orphanage and saw Sakai Katsuko waving at the woman.

The woman took out two takeaway boxes from the trunk of the Lexus on one side.

The two heavy dark metal thermos buckets are like two light plastic dumbbells in the hands of this powerful lady, and they are very easy to lift.

Mrs. Sakai knew that her daughter would go to the orphanage every day.

She is a good mother, since she has made everything clear to her daughter.

At this time, when she gets tired of being with her boyfriend every day, she will go to be a light bulb and annoy her daughter for no reason.

The orphanage is located in Layada District, a relatively poor lower urban area in Yangon.

Because the residents generally believe in relatively peaceful Buddhism, the incidence of vicious incidents is actually not much.

At least from the statistical point of view, it is far less exaggerated than the neighborhoods of the black neighborhoods of Brooklyn and Tijuana, Mexico, which are famous for gun battles on the United Nations list every day.

But it was Myanmar after all, and Mrs. Sakai was still worried about her precious and beautiful daughter running around, so she hired a private security guard for Katsuko Sakai.

Myanmar's private security business, like its business escort business, is well established.

In the past, before the warlords declared a ceasefire, it was not difficult to recruit mercenaries.

Nowadays, it is enough to hire a full-time bodyguard with sufficient reputation and endorsement from a reliable company, about four to five thousand dollars a month is enough.

Female bodyguards cost $[-] more, and Japanese speakers cost another $[-].

A salary of nine thousand dollars a month is a high salary wherever it is placed, and it is nothing compared to the safety of his daughter Katsuko Sakai.

Uncle Sakai earns money by eating two donuts, which is not as expensive as the hotel suite they live in.

Katsuko Sakai now travels with security personnel every day.

People don't go to the studio every day, they just wait below.

Sometimes in the car, sometimes in the yard, unless Shengzi gave orders, he would not say anything, silent like a female robot in "Terminator".

This Lexus was also rented by the bodyguard.

In the past, I used to take the big Mercedes of the concierge of Aman every day, which was convenient, but it was too eye-catching, and it was easy to be targeted by kidnappers with malicious intentions.

Changed to a light blue Lexus, it is not much noticeable.

At this time, Sakai Katsuko also finished drawing, with earphones on her ears, watching a video played on her mobile phone.

Ngawang finally escaped from the little girl's clutches that lasted for a long time.

For cats, playing with girls in elementary school is a job that consumes countless times more energy than catching mice and dragonflies.

It was exhausted, lying at Katsuko Sakai's feet, snoring happily.

"I was still thinking about whether to go up and call you. Mom ordered a meal and delivered it. Let's go home after eating together."

Seeing that Gu Weijing had come out, Shengzi immediately turned his head to greet him.

Gu Weijing smelled the strong smell of food.

The aroma of burnt fat and butter stimulated by the heat still permeates through the insulation tube.

He sniffed it casually, and his stomach growled twice.

Gu Weijing couldn't help asking: "What is so fragrant?"

"Bourgogne red wine stewed beef with cheese baked French crepes... It seems that you only ate two sushi at noon, and the dish that you asked your mother to order at night is a little hard."

Sakai Katsuko flipped through the menu order sent by the takeaway restaurant on her mobile phone, and said casually.

Mrs. Sakai is such an exquisite lady, she never tires of food and food, she has been a rich girl since she was a child, and she is very particular about ordering takeout.

Artist families whose income reaches nearly ten million dollars a year are the ones who are willing to eat small street restaurants like Uncle Sakai.

It's meal time now, but it's not very good to eat such a high-end diet in the yard of the orphanage.

So the female bodyguard brought the fragrant food box to Uncle Alai's concierge hut, and borrowed the table there.

"Let's go to the house to eat, call Jasmine, close the door, and have dinner together under the setting sun."

Sakai Katsuko is not so far-fetched that she wants to invite all the children and volunteers in the orphanage to have a big meal.

She is caring, but she also knows that she cannot help everyone.

Shengzi just took Jasmine with her, and rewarded her for being her model for so long, and walked into the porter's hut with Gu Weijing.

The broth of mussels is flavored with star anise, and the sauce of the beef stew mixes with the melted fat to form a creamy colloid.

As the lid of the food box is opened, it becomes even more fragrant and fills the room.

The female bodyguard quickly lit the plastic candlesticks and small candles that came with the takeaway box of the French restaurant.

She carried the two M[-] Wagyu Burgers specially bought for her in the other bag as a working meal, and walked out quietly, leaving the quiet dining environment to her employer.

After the lady bodyguard went out with two hamburgers, she was not in a hurry to eat.

Wandering around in the yard, the woman finally found her target among the crowd who had just finished dinner in the orphanage not far away.

"gentlemen?"

The bodyguard was full of vigilance, and patted the shoulder of a tall, lame man in a dark leather suit.

working habit.

This kind of job that can get a high salary by accompanying the rich family's daughter every day is rare.

Some time ago, when a PMC (private armed contractor) was rescuing hostages in a fraud park in northern Myanmar, he was swept away with an AK and almost paralyzed.

Not counting combat allowances, that guy's monthly salary is less than $[-].

There are so many retired soldiers every year, any mercenaries, bodyguards, and soldier kings with an annual salary of one million are all liars.

Myanmar is not Afghanistan. People like them just earn more than ordinary people.

Especially when this rich daughter doesn't run around every day, doesn't go to bars or go shopping, and just stays obediently in an orphanage without trouble and worry.

Faced with this kind of high-quality employer who is hard to find even with a lantern, the female bodyguard is still willing to work more attentively.

Bodyguard is a defensive occupation.

When she enters the working state, she likes to mark in her mind the objects in the surrounding environment that may cause potential danger to the employer.

Make sense,
The composition of the orphanage is a group of children and elderly volunteers.

It's hard to find a more peaceful scene in the world than here.

In terms of the degree of danger, in her mind, the most dangerous person next to Miss Sakai was Jasmine who was marked with HIV.

But Katsuko Sakai didn't say a word, so there was nothing wrong with the bodyguards.

Others... I don't know why, but she can always smell a very dangerous smell on this crippled man.

"Talk for a few words?"

The female bodyguard took out a hamburger from the bag and handed it over.

During company training, the more common way to chat with the target is to pass a cigarette.

The employer of her mission this time was a minor, so the female bodyguard did not bring cigarettes with her when she was working for fear of residual smoke.

So when she ordered food today, she deliberately asked for an extra work meal.

A fragrant wagyu burger priced at [-] kyats can also be used as a substitute for cigarettes to get closer at this time.

"What do you want to ask?"

The crippled man reached out and took the burger.

When the female bodyguard handed the hamburger, she lightly scratched the inner side of the finger with her fingernail. This is not flirting.She felt a hard callus on the inner fingertip of the opponent, the callus left by the friction of the gun trigger and fingertips.

The woman's pupils contracted.

He was indeed a dangerous man.

Uncle Alai watched the bodyguard tossing in front of him expressionlessly, but his eyes looked like a half-smile.

"There's something wrong with the engine of my car, can you help?" the female bodyguard adjusted her expression and asked with a professional smile.

"Okay, girl, if you want to know if I have military training, just tell me."

Uncle Alai stretched out his palm, and showed her the marks on his palm generously.

Since becoming Gu Weijing's assistant, it's like turning a new page in my life.

Uncle Alai seemed to be able to face his past more calmly, and he smiled calmly: "You are right, this is either the mark left by the auto mechanic's hexagonal screwdriver, or it was sharpened by a gun. Used to be a soldier."

"Veterans? There are many ways to make money. May I ask why you are here...to watch the gate?" The female bodyguard still had a professional smile on her face, and her whole hand was unconsciously resting on the handle of the gun.

The insider of the kidnapping group?Beater?informant?
The bodyguards vigilantly speculated what this guy who didn't fit in with the surrounding environment was doing.

"Then why are you here?"

Uncle Alai looked up and down at the healthy woman opposite him.

"In fact, I have always believed that security personnel in suits belong to Hollywood movies. If it is not for business and government occasions that require a strong presence, writing 'I am a bodyguard' on the face will not only reduce the concealment, but will also be invisible. affect the day-to-day lives of employers.”

"If clothing can still be regarded as a company requirement. Then in the environment in Myanmar, either wearing a real gun shows force, or not wearing a gun at all to reduce the aggressiveness in the eyes of outsiders. This is better than wearing this on the waist. A much smarter decision to hang around with a taser."

"Have you ever read the papers?" said Uncle Alai in the kind tone of advising a child.

"What?"

"Thesis on gun deterrence and criminal psychology, well, it seems that not only have you not received training in this area, but your instructors have not mentioned it to you, alas, young people nowadays..."

Uncle Alai looked at the plastic gun handle that the female bodyguard was holding hard, and shook his head helplessly.

"For desperadoes who really want to do something, a stun gun doesn't matter at all, and they think you don't have the courage to use lethal force. It's a bit too much to scare ordinary people. And studies have shown that in the case of close range shooting, the Taser No matter where the electrode of the gun is shot, the risk of sudden cardiac arrest caused by the current is actually very large and uncontrollable, and it is not worth the loss. The best equipment choice for this kind of mission should be to use a real gun instead. Rubber explosion-proof bullets, rear compacted bullets."

"Of course, it's also possible that the defense company behind you doesn't have the ability to obtain a license to use special bullets."

Uncle Alai looked at the bodyguard lady whose hair was about to explode, and waved his hand casually: "Calm down (keep calm), don't be nervous, I don't want to do anything. I just think that the younger generation in the security industry is a bit too amateur , I couldn’t help but say a few more words.”

"It's good to be vigilant at all times. It's just a little girl, let me tell you something from the bottom of my heart... observe more before working in the future."

"Even if I'm really a bad guy, if you're making such a deal, you've really got something out of it. You have to make sure you can beat me before I say it. It's the simplest truth, right?"

"It's not so fun to scare the snake out of the grass and startle a tiger."

Uncle Alai threw the hamburger into the bag in the female bodyguard's hand, ignored the other party who was almost dumbfounded, and left with a smile on his face.
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Candles danced, and the air in the porter's cottage was filled with the aroma of melted butter.

you get what you pay for.

Gu Weijing gently tore off a corner of the pancake that tasted like ham and cheese, and stuffed it into his mouth. It was so delicious that he couldn't stop.

"Success?"

He noticed that Sakai Katsuko across the table, even while eating, kept looking down at the phone, frowning from time to time.

Gu Weijing asked curiously: "What are you watching? Japanese dramas."

"The resolution of the shareholders' meeting of "Oil Painting" magazine. Have you paid attention to the recent personnel changes of this old art evaluation magazine?"

Katsuko Sakai lowered his voice and said mysteriously.

"Our family's subscription mailbox seems to have received a statement about the restructuring of some magazine. However, I didn't read it carefully."

Gu Weijing replied inexplicably, "Did something happen to the "Oil Painting" magazine?"

Myanmar is too remote.

Any turbulent waves in the art market, there are only slight ripples left here.

"Yes, this is the restructuring. You can pay attention to it. My father said that this should be the most important moment in the history of art in the past half century since Picasso's death. Even if the Gagosian Gallery announced its disintegration tomorrow, it would not be more important than this." It's getting more attention."

Sakai Katsuko shrugged: "It is said that they are about to set up their own art fund, and they should be able to make money by buying it. Many people around my parents are trying to get a ticket to board the boat. "

"Boat ticket?"

Sakai Katsuko thought for a while: "It is estimated that the product scale of the oil painting fund will exceed 600 million US dollars, and the initial threshold for personal investment is [-] million US dollars. The background review of interested investors is also very strict."

In the field of art, there are very few public offering funds for ordinary people.

More than 90% of the financial products are all private equity funds for the upper class.

Private equity is a rich man's game.

Ordinary people want to participate in any well-known private equity fund, and the starting capital threshold for investing in a single fund fluctuates around US$20 in the industry.

The threshold of 600 million US dollars is quite exaggerated in the private equity field.

Gu Weijing didn't have much reaction to this outrageous number.

He's the typical kid from a poor family who hasn't made the class transition yet.

No channels, no capital.

Even if Katsuko Sakai told him the inside information about the oil painting fund now.

Gu Weijing couldn't raise $600 million, so he just listened to the story.

"Is there a fund in the world that can be guaranteed to make money if you buy it? They hired Buffett to be the manager."

Gu Weijing was confused.

"The signature of "Oil Painting" is better than Buffett's reputation. If you put the goose that lays golden eggs at home on the market, you can make a lot of money, but you don't know how long you can lay golden eggs."

Sakai Katsuko shook his head.

Everyone is not a fool, and people with discerning eyes are also very clear about the long-term impact of this incident on the future of the magazine.

But making money is not shabby.

Knowing that it is a Ponzi scheme or pyramid scheme, there are many people who are willing to take a gamble, and the risk is ten or twenty years later.

Anyway, it will definitely make money in the short term, and everyone has gradually become crazy.

"But this time, the detective cat who just became popular is a little bit like Chiyu..." Sakai Katsuko sighed, "Oh, actually, this sister is really good at drawing, and her artistic accomplishment is quite high, what a pity gone."

"What? Detective Cat, that internet painter?"

Gu Weijing felt a "thump" in his heart.

The "Oil Painting" magazine is like a cloud hanging high in the sky, and thunder, rain and dew are not what a small person like him, who is not worth mentioning, can care about.

What does this billion-dollar business have to do with me?

"Don't you know, wait a minute, I'll send you the video link, let's watch it together."

Sakai Katsuko thought about it and suggested: "Well, let's watch it directly on YouTube. Someone has already uploaded the resolution of the shareholders' meeting. I will share the video with you."

Gu Weijing turned on his phone, and sure enough, he saw the YouTube link sent by Shengzi.

He clicks in.

Before entering the serious content, there is an advertisement from Google's official website.

Coincidentally.

Gu Weijing did not open a YouTube Premium membership of [-] kyats a month, so every time he played a video, he had to watch an advertisement.

This advertisement is automatically recommended under the big data algorithm model based on the background records of advertising service providers and users.

Depending on the advertising fees that companies pay Google, the frequency of advertising also varies.

Recommended dating software for girls who like to watch, popular mobile games recommended for mobile phone reviews, and [-]-on-[-] vocal music training classes for those who like to watch concerts.

For good illustrations.

In Gu Weijing's search records, most of the content is related to art and the field of "The Little Prince" fairy tale book.

And in the background algorithm, the current largest advertising promotion contract matching these keywords was updated just this Wednesday.

That is--

A corporate promotional video for the Scholastic Group's Easter Book Season.

(End of this chapter)