Almighty painter

Chapter 31 Gambling: The Closed Disciple
"Teacher, what is this?"

Lin Tao was stunned.

Originally, everything was well said, and Mr. Cao himself seemed to appreciate Gu Weijing's appearance very much.

Why is this proposal suddenly blocked?

Gu Weijing was also a little inexplicable, looking at Mr. Cao, waiting for the old man's next explanation.

"what do you mean……"

"Gu boy, do you want to be my closed disciple?"

The little old man's eyes fell on Gu Weijing, and in a flat tone, he said an extremely shocking news.

"Teacher, what did you say?"

Lin Tao's pupils contracted suddenly, and he even thought he was hallucinating.

"I said, I'm over 90 years old this year, but my body is not bad. I may have a few more years to live, and I should be able to teach an apprentice. Do you want to be my last apprentice in my lifetime?"

Cao Lao's tone was very serious.

"Gu Weijing, how can he..." Lin Tao was shocked today more than he has been in the past year, and he was even a little incoherent at this time.

"I... can I?"

Because the news was already untrue to the point of absurdity, Gu Weijing didn't feel happy, but felt a little puzzled.

Why?

Does he fit?
One day, you find out that you have won the lottery of 500 million yuan, and you will feel delighted.

If someone says that you have won a billion-dollar lottery, do you think the world is crazy?

Cao Lao's closed disciple, what kind of concept is this.

If we say that becoming a student of Professor Lin Tao is good luck that ordinary people are jealous of.

But there are dozens of times a year when professors of the same level accept apprentices. It is not uncommon in the art world of Dongxia.

Looking at the whole world, it is just a pebble thrown into the pond of painting.

Then if Mr. Cao wanted to take in apprentices, or closed-door disciples with very different concepts, he would just drop a depth bomb into the pond.

As long as the news gets out, tomorrow morning, maybe even Larry Gagosian (founder of Gagosian Gallery), Nicholas Logsday (helm of Lisson Museum of Art)... such multi-billion dollar cultural The tsar and the godfather of art would all ask the economic people under their errands.

"WHO IS FUCKING... Gu Weijing?"

(Who the hell is Gu Weijing?)

To become Lin Tao's disciple, you have half a foot on the road of a professional painter.

To become a disciple of Mr. Cao, you have already stepped on the threshold of modern art history with half a foot.

If you still don't know, what kind of concept is this.

There used to be a painter named Robert, who was lucky enough to learn painting from Picasso, but this man was almost useless, with a lot of bad marks, and the level of painting was hard to describe.

During the teaching period, he was addicted to alcohol and caused troubles. He was expelled from the teacher for not learning from Picasso.

If he hadn't been a disciple of Picasso, people wouldn't even remember that there is such a person in the art circle.

His biggest sign in the painting market is to rub off on his master's enthusiasm - "I am a student of Picasso, once."

How much does his painting sell for?
Divided into two time periods, before Robert met Picasso, the price of a sketch was between US$200 and US$400, some of which were not as valuable as the works of Gu Weijing’s grandfather Gu Tongxiang.

If it can be proved that this is the work left by Robert after he became a student of Picasso, he may have been expelled from the teacher.

Sorry, the average price of this sketch can reach about [-] U.S. dollars. If the quality is not good, even the works with a broken frame can be sold for [-] U.S. dollars.

Lin Tao remembered that the last time Mr. Cao accepted an apprentice was more than 30 years ago.

It happened to be Mr. Cao's [-]th birthday at that time, and his apprentice was Tang Ning, a junior sister who came from a family of calligraphers and painters in the south of the Yangtze River.

Although it was not stated clearly, at that time everyone thought that the younger junior sister would be a closed disciple who would inherit Cao Lao's mantle, and basically all the big figures in the painting and calligraphy circle would come.

Now my junior sister is over 40 years old and lives in the UK. Throughout last year, [-] of her oil paintings and traditional Chinese paintings were auctioned by Sotheby's and other auction houses.

The most expensive painting fetched $450 million, while the cheapest was $70.A total of 3450 million US dollars, ranking sixth on the Hurun Artist Rich List.

Being able to become Cao Lao's closed disciple, Gu Weijing's name will immediately change from an insignificant lifeless pawn to a new artist, and become a well-known artist like Lin Tao.

Although the skills based on Gu are not worthy of the title of artist, at least from the market point of view, it is so.

Even if he took a piece of white paper, scribbled on it, and signed his name, some people would buy it. Anyway, Mr. Cao Xuan would lose face by doing so.

Of course, if he dared to play like this, Lin Tao and his disciples would probably be so angry that they would want to buy it to kill them.

"Teacher, think twice, it's good for me to teach Xiao Gu, you don't need to do it yourself, even if you want to teach yourself, it's better to hang my name."

Professor Lin Tao can't wait to kneel down to the teacher at this moment.

His caring eyes now are like looking at a time bomb that may destroy the reputation of the division at any time.

"Old Cao, I may not be able to afford it."

Gu Weijing also gritted his teeth, forcibly restraining the desire to immediately kneel on the ground and kowtow.

He believed in himself and felt that he would one day become a real artist. If he became famous too quickly by relying on Mr. Cao's fame, it would not necessarily be a good thing to grow old.

The highest rating given to him by the system is semi-professional, not even a professional painter.

Gu Weijing does not underestimate himself. He thinks that he is outstanding among his peers. For example, if he becomes a student of Professor Lin Tao, the third-generation disciple of Mr. Cao is quite good.

As for the title of the artist.

Rengui has the reputation of self-knowledge, and he really can't afford it now.

At that time, all kinds of public opinion and flashing lights from all over the world will overwhelm him, and everything about him will be under the spotlight, and Gu Weijing may not be able to withstand it.

"Well, if you know that you are not good enough, you are a good boy. If you hit the snake stick immediately, you can't wait to learn your teacher. Although it is human nature, I will worry that I have misjudged the person."

Cao Lao was not angry, he seemed very satisfied with Gu Weijing knowing how to advance and retreat.

"Then teacher, what are you? You're joking."

Lin Tao was almost frightened by the little old man's heart attack just now, and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead with the corner of his clothes.

"Certainly no joke."

Following these words, Lin Tao's heart that had just been placed in his stomach rose again like a roller coaster ride.

"Well, let's make a deal."

Cao Lao smiled playfully.

"The Singapore Biennial Art Exhibition in August this year." Mr. Cao Xuan thought about it. "If you can participate and win an award, then you can be my close disciple."

It turned out that the teacher just wanted to motivate young people, it scared me to death.

Hearing this, Lin Tao breathed a sigh of relief. With Gu Weijing's age and strength, it is still a bit of a fantasy to make a head start in a serious biennale.

It's like letting middle school kids play professional league games,

It's hard.

"Of course, I'm referring to the professional group, not the amateur group. If you want to be my student, how can you do it if you don't have something beyond ordinary people." Cao Lao added lightly.

Lin Tao was completely relieved.

(End of this chapter)