Almighty painter

Chapter 287 Trust and City Collection

"I drew illustrations online and made a little money."

Gu Weijing thought for a moment and decided to reveal a little bit.

You always need to choose some people to trust.

Uncle Alai should be a very trustworthy person, with both vision and principles.

"A little money? Mr. Gu, one million US dollars is not a little money, it is a lot of money." Uncle Alai seemed to want to complain.

Just in his deep tone of voice.

Tucao sounded unhurried, as if an old monk was reciting sutras.

"Does your family know?" the driver asked again.

"I don't know. I don't know how to say it, and I don't know how to explain that I made money and then gave it away... You should know what I'm talking about. This kind of thing is always awkward. It’s hard for the elders to understand.”

Gu Weijing leaned back in his chair and scratched Awang's ears: "Especially, my identity as an online illustrator is anonymous. It is good for this industry to maintain enough mystery."

"Uncle Alai, you are the only one who knows about this matter. If you are concerned about whether the channel through which I make money is clean, I can tell you my anonymous identity."

It is not uncommon for illustrators to earn US$100 a month, but there are only a handful of illustrators in the world who can earn US$[-] million a year.

With this middle-aged man's ability, if he really wanted to investigate, it would be easy.

Instead of everyone guessing, it’s better to be more open-minded.

Uncle Alai was stunned for a moment, and his heart moved slightly.

In his outlook on life, trust is a rarer thing than gold.

In many cases, it is also a very dangerous thing.

When he was doing anti-narcotics work in the past, if an undercover informant told you that only you knew something, it meant that he had put his life in your hands.

When you are protecting VIPs, it is often not a good thing if your boss suddenly tells you any secrets.

Not only does it represent trust, but the subtext is to tie you into his political camp. If you don't obey, you will be killed and silenced.

The janitor's eyes fell on the young man in the back row through the rearview mirror.

This guy probably didn't get rid of his thoughts, and he certainly didn't control his abilities.

Probably... only an innocent young man of this age would give something as precious as trust to others so easily, right?

They have never been betrayed and do not know the importance and weight of trust.

I was unexpectedly entrusted with such an important thing - a secret worth one million US dollars.

"Like Banksy?"

The janitor uncle suddenly asked.

Gu Weijing was stunned for a moment.

He originally thought that Uncle Alai would continue to ask about his identity, but he didn't expect that the other party suddenly asked this question.

"Who?"

"I said, Mr. Gu, your current job is similar to that of Banksy, the one who painted "Girl Holding a Balloon"?"

"A very appropriate example. Yes, it's like Banksy. But not as good as others." Gu Weijing nodded in surprise.

Banksy is the codename of an anonymous painter.

The most famous modern artist in the world is also one of the most mysterious.

Apart from the codename Banksy, the public knows nothing about his true identity, not even whether he is a man or a woman.

His external media image is that of a mysterious man with a brown fast food bag covering his head.

Mystery became one of his most important ways of public self-marketing.Even the only anonymous person in history to appear on the cover of Time magazine.

Collectors love Banksy's mystery and eccentricity so much that the prices at his auction houses have repeatedly exceeded the £100 million mark.

"Girl with a Balloon" is Banksy's most famous masterpiece.

The two most famous unsolved mysteries in literature and art are the true identities of Ferrante, who wrote "The Neapolitan Quartet" in literature, and Banksy, who painted "Girl with a Balloon" in modern painting.

Gu Weijing did not expect that Uncle Alai could immediately give such an appropriate example as Banksy.

Although, in the BBC's 2019 investigation, Banks relied on the public's endless fascination with the hazy mystery and the media's never-ending discussion of his true identity.

He even surpassed Monet, Picasso and Turner in one fell swoop and became the number one popular artist in the UK.

But this painter's popularity in the public sphere is actually not very high.

People who don’t know the industry may not know it at all.

Even Gu Tongxiang, an old Yangon painter who is relatively far away from the art trend, may have to react for a while when the name Banksy is mentioned.

"You actually know Banksy?"

"Mr. Gu, I am not a boy scout who goes to the battlefield under a warlord. Sometimes I will perform some diplomatic tasks and represent the face of the country."

"So when I was training in Israel, I received general training in diplomatic etiquette and art and religion. From 1900 to today, I can memorize all of the one hundred most famous painters in the art field and their representative works."

There was no hint of showing off in Uncle Alai's tone, he was simply stating the facts.

"Understood, Mr. Gu, I think I roughly understand what you do. You don't have to tell me your identity." The driver nodded silently.

The weight of trust is too heavy.

Uncle Alai was willing to be his assistant and help him run errands and deal with some troubles, but he was still not ready to accept Gu Weijing piercing the last layer of window paper.

Since Gu Weijing is willing to believe in himself.

Even if it's a little unbelievable, Uncle Alai is willing to believe that the other party's money is clean.

Forget the million dollar secret.

That goes beyond an ordinary employment relationship.

An old man who has suffered too much and experienced the vicissitudes of life has his own standards and standards for doing things.

Some secrets need to be protected with life.

Now Gu Weijing donates money and he works for the other party at a low salary. This equal exchange is very pleasant.

Gu Weijing didn't care, but the gatekeeper knew the weight and was unwilling to upgrade their relationship to too many levels above employment.

It would be too tiring for a wage earner to become a slave of trust. "If you have a lot of money, it means there are a lot of things to do. I may spend a lot of time on the foundation, and I may not have time to pick you up every day. Are there any safety issues that I need to worry about?"

Uncle Alai passed a dilapidated Toyota on the road and took the initiative to change the topic.

"It should be fine."

Brother Hao really keeps his word, and he does what he says, and he says he won’t disturb his creation with peace of mind.

Not only did the bald man never come to trouble him again, but Miao Aung Win also came over and started talking to him.

Gu Weijing has not had any safety concerns for a long time.

"Moreover, Koko told me... Koko, you know, my classmate at Dulwich College. Her father is the senior police inspector of Yangon Police Station. She said that Brother Hao is going to be in trouble."

"Brother Hao, are you going to be in trouble?"

Uncle Alai raised his eyebrows.

"Maybe the police are planning some thunderous operation." Gu Weijing guessed.

"It seems that Brother Hao is still clueless. He should be close to his downfall."

When Gu Weijing passed by the school, Miao Angwen still looked arrogant, arrogant and annoying.

He could probably guess that Brother Hao's place still had a peaceful and peaceful atmosphere.

There was no tense atmosphere at all.

Born in sorrow, die in happiness.

The same goes for large criminal groups.

It is estimated that the famous Brother Hao is not far away from retiring from the top spot on the Yangon underworld stage.

"Understood--"

Uncle Alai hesitated for a few seconds, then said: "But Mr. Gu, you'd better pay attention to safety during this time and don't be careless."

"Aren't you optimistic about this matter?"

Gu Weijing heard another meaning in the man's tone, frowned and asked: "Uncle, you have been out of politics for so long, and you still have your own channels to get information?"

"It's not that I have any news, it's just that the atmosphere in this city is not right."

Alai stared out the windshield at the city sweeping backwards and said softly.

"Atmosphere?"

"Those of you who are painters, pay attention to the artistic atmosphere of depicting characters when painting. A city also has its own atmosphere and temperament." The man considered his words, "Some cities are gloomy, some are cheerful, some are slowly decaying, and some are slowly decaying. There is always restless liquid flowing in the blood of the city. The temperament of Yangon is... like a smoldering furnace."

"Wait a mininute."

Gu Weijing casually opened the recording log on his phone.

Knowledge, technique, and emotion—these are the three elements that constitute the quality of a work in Mr. Cao’s mind.

Knowledge is not just knowledge cards such as the architectural drawings of the Shwedagon Pagoda and the anatomical muscle lines.

The customs and customs of a city are also an important part of knowledge.

A painter only has one life. No matter how wonderful his life is, he cannot experience all kinds of life at different ages and under different circumstances.

So we need to collect the wind.

In addition to collecting some on-the-ground scenery, the texture of the environment and the mentality of nearby residents are also important foundations for the "granularity" of the work.

For example, the most original perception of the urban environment is the most profound and profound thing in literary and artistic works.When Yu Hua, the master of the Eastern Xia Dynasty, creates a work, it is often accompanied by a large number of field interviews and records of rural folk songs and folk customs.

The most fundamental core of literature and art is always the same.

A good portrait artist can draw out the soul and temperament of a character beyond the surface.

Outstanding portrait painters paint portraits of animals and cities, depicting the essence of animals and cities.

Uncle Alai's understanding of the city brewed from his rich life experience is, for local painters, as profound an understanding as the amber wine that has been gathering dust under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree for decades.

Thousands of dollars are not exchanged.

He knew that these were important raw materials for painting.

From the time Professor Lin Tao became a disciple of Mr. Cao until now, he always carries a paper notebook with him to record various experiences and insights from fieldwork.

Gu Weijing was a little lazy and directly recorded on his mobile phone instead.

"The temperament of Yangon is like a smoldering furnace. Uncle, do you describe the city here like this because of the war? The heaven and earth are like a furnace, and the people are like firewood?"

"No, my focus is not on burning, but on feeling stuffy."

"Yangon is an ancient city. Moderate Buddhism and good crop production conditions have accompanied it for the past ten centuries. Therefore, the characteristics of this city are different from other cities. Tel Aviv in Israel is also often threatened by war. The scene there is much bigger than here, with a national-level military confrontation, a vague threat of nuclear war, and the world's powder keg."

"But it was like a burning fire."

Uncle Alai let go of the gear lever on the steering wheel with his right hand, gathered and relaxed his fingers, making a burning gesture.

"The gun-toting security forces and plainclothes Mossad agents walking through the streets, the F15 heavy-duty fighter jets roaring and taking off and landing at the airport day and night. In coffee shops and grocery stores, brown and green military uniforms are worn, and beside them are products made by the Belgian FN company. Female soldiers with standard automatic rifles, where everything about the war is on the table.”

"Even in the case of terrorist attacks by extremists, the rockets whizzing past the sky are often as dry and direct as the bamboos exploding in flames."

"Yangon is like a sauna where water vapor is produced by the stove, and everything is foggy."

"When big changes happened here that would bring down the underworld godfather like Brother Hao, it was silent and noisy. Nothing happened, and everything was happening. Like smoldering coal, the core temperature of the lower layer has approached the energy Melting the alloy, the outer layer still looks dusty.”

"I still remember the weeks before Khun Sa decided to surrender in January 96. At that time, I was transferred back to Yangon, and my office was next to the federal government office building. In those days, everyone's life seemed very normal. It’s different, but everyone can feel a tense atmosphere, with senior government officials in a hurry entering and exiting the building, and military and police vehicles roaring past the streets.”

"But no accurate news has come."

"I can often hear the sound of the propellers of Mi-24 armed helicopters flying in formation in the clouds. When I look up, I can only see thick clouds. The blue-gray clouds seem to be weighing on everyone's heart, making everyone uneasy. .”

Uncle Alai looked through the windshield at the busy crowd outside the window and said slowly.

"Whether it is Kunsha or Brother Hao, such a giant will not fall silently. The inescapable sense of humidity and heat in the air is what you should feel on the eve of great changes. I am not in the surrounding environment now. Read this feeling."

"And I don't know the details of this police operation, but I just feel that a secret operation that even the female students in the school know about does not sound very reliable when dealing with underworld tycoons like Brother Hao. ."

Gu Weijing nodded vaguely.

No matter whether the information from Koko is accurate or Uncle Alai's experience is more correct, he can't do anything about such a big thing.

"That's it, I'll be careful." He still listened to the advice.

(End of this chapter)