Almighty painter

Chapter 336 Don't Ask Outside
"painting?"

The elevator door slid open to the left and right, and Lao Yang reached out to block the door edge with the back of his hand. Cao Xuan stopped for a moment, turned his head and looked over, "Is there anything else like this? Tell me, why did he think of giving me a painting?"

What else can I do? My heart is restless.

Lao Yang smiled in his heart.

The sense of crisis always goes both ways.

Whoever has a lower status will be more fearful and uneasy.

The great artist Tang Ning was worried that Gu Weijing had taken away the teacher's love and attention.

It would be fine if the underage art student was just a dull nerd who didn't understand human relationships.

If he had a little bit of savvy, he would have figured out that Tang Ning's hostility towards him was not about his artistic superiority, but about his naked disdain for his identity and his "advice" to his teacher.

How can you not be afraid?

The loss after getting it is much more difficult to let go than never getting it.

I have just accepted that I may embark on the road to success in one step, holding that big pie in my hands, and I have not been happy for a few days.

Turning around, I discovered that all the beautiful imaginations may be just a dream and a passing cloud.

Put yourself in your shoes.

Lao Yang felt that if it were him, he would be scared to death just thinking about it.

I'm afraid I can't sleep because I'm worried about gains and losses.

"I'm probably worried that I won't be able to become your disciple, and I want to please you. A child from a small place, who has lived for 18 years, accidentally saw a vine hanging from the clouds by chance, and probably said anything, and he cried and shouted , hold it tightly and never let go. After thinking about it, I feel at a loss and want to send you a painting to make you happy. He is smart and naive, but he is also common sense. Maybe his grandfather who opened a small shop taught him to do this. "

Old Yang helped the old gentleman, walked into the empty teacher-only elevator, and said calmly.

[please]

These two words don't sound good, and they sound a bit young and old.

Lao Yang can beautify Gu Weijing.

Pick up the old man's happy words and say them.

Why don't you show your filial piety to Mr. Cao? He painted a proud work and asked Mr. Cao to appreciate it and give him advice on how to approach the level of technique.

He could also modify it casually and use the topic to portray Gu Weijing as more utilitarian and speculative.

Even a little oily and disgusting.

Send paintings to Mr. Cao Xuan?

He doesn't even know who he is. Doesn't the old man's house lack his painting?

I heard that it was imitated from "Hundred Flowers", so on the phone he already felt like he was Cao Cao's closed disciple. He looked down on the works of senior Tang Ning, and his tail was already reaching the sky.

Listen to that tone.

Although Gu Weijing didn't say it explicitly, Lao Yang guessed that the other party might want to use this painting as a stepping stone, which made Mr. Cao happy and directly asked him for a booth in Singapore.

People live with one mouth.

Anyway, let him, the middleman, just make up and guess what the other party's tone was like on the phone.

Want to take a shortcut.

When you get to know a big shot a little bit, you feel that he already has the "privilege" of being superior to others. He is arrogant and opportunistic. This kind of person is an endless supply of souvenirs in the art circle.

Lao Yang has seen similar things, more than Gu Weijing has ever painted.

Sending paintings to build relationships is nothing.

A beautiful wife or a young girlfriend is given away to have an affair with a big boss, but the husband turns a blind eye and pretends he doesn't know about it. Instead, he is happy to see it happen, just to get a chance to become famous.

Lao Yang had never heard of ten or eight of this kind of rosy news that people talked about so much at the wine table.

Perhaps while they were drinking each other and drinking beers one after another, everyone was telling some erotic jokes vividly, describing how the husband would discuss the boss's sexual affairs with the woman when he got home and make suggestions for his wife.

While chatting and laughing, even if the gossip reaches the ears of the person involved, they may not care at all.

Maybe.

Men also think it is very prestigious to be a brother-in-law in bed with a big boss.

The art industry, like all industries, is neither heaven nor hell.

An aloof person can be very aloof, and a person who is disgusted with oil painting can listen to a few words from him and wish he could scrape two kilograms of greasy gutter oil out of his ear sockets.

What is right and wrong, where to go.

What do you want to give in exchange for success, hard work, dignity or a wife.

It's nothing more than personal choice.

Lao Yang has no prejudice against those who are good at flattering people, and he himself does not try to make the old man happy every day.

That's not bullshit. He can reach great heights just by playing favourites, flattery, and pretending to be powerful. This is his true ability that others can't envy.

Lao Yang was quite impressed, because there were not even one out of ten people who could actually take this path.

What about the remaining ten eights and nines?

Naturally, he will end up with a heart as high as the sky and a life as thin as paper.

Cao Xuan, however, disliked this custom from the bottom of his heart, and even said he hated it deeply.

The art world has always been the most disgusting stinking ditch. This kind of atmosphere is the sludge at the bottom of the quagmire.

When he said this, Gu Weijing could certainly argue, but it was just a hypocritical rhetoric around Mr. Cao.

Mr. Cao probably doesn’t believe it either.

But the seeds of doubt have been planted, and one day the three of them will become a tiger.

Lao Yang really didn't think so.

At Gu Weijing's age, he was cautious enough to record every phone call he made before he was tricked a few times and suffered big losses.

He stepped into the trap set by others at the Shwedagon Pagoda without realizing it. Judging from the results, it was undoubtedly a blessing in disguise.

Judging from the process, it reveals that Gu Weijing's young monk is immature.

in contrast.

When Lao Yang went out to discuss business these years, he often brought a voice recorder with him. He only used an Android phone that could record at any time when making work calls.

They are all full of bitter lessons filled with blood and tears, and are words of experience that are indispensable in guarding against unintended intentions.

Between good words and nonsense.

Lao Yang chose to tell the truth to Mr. Cao.

If he doesn't say nice things, Gu Weijing doesn't deserve it. He has never eaten the rice from Gu's kid's house, so why should he? His kind words are worth a lot of money.

No nonsense,

It's because of Miss Sakai Katsuko's face.

It's also because this guy is sensible. Every time he calls, it's Brother Yang, Mr. Yang, who teaches him what the responsibilities and duties of an assistant are compared to people like Tang Ning and Liu Ziming.

Lao Yang can feel a sense of respect.

He doesn't care what the title is. Even if the other party calls him "turtle bastard", he doesn't care.

In the face of the real benefits that can be obtained at a reasonable price, respect or not is not important.

But people's hearts are full of flesh. Who likes to serve their ancestors, and who would dislike polite young people with sweet and polite mouths?

Gu Weijing didn't know that the way he treated others not only warmed the children in the orphanage, but also added a lot of emotional points to Lao Yang from a personal perspective.

[Human Nature] - Under the pressure and temptation from Tang Ning, Lao Yang was willing to say these four words of fair comment. Deep down in his heart, he believed that he was a good person.

"It's human nature, human nature..." Cao Xuan walked into the elevator.

The old man stared at the bright chrome panel in the elevator and read these four words softly several times.

He pondered for a moment, then suddenly asked: "Did someone say something to that child? I was painting so well, why did I suddenly become worried."

The elevator sinks.

The old man tapped his cane lightly with his fingers, and then asked lightly: "Lin Tao has a good relationship with that boy. Is it Zi Ming or Xiao Ning?"

Today is the last time in April that Cao Xuan teaches ordinary students at the Hamburg Academy of Arts.

In a few days, he will fly to Austria to participate in the annual art symposium.

The old man came back from Yangon.

In addition to taking classes, I am busy with this internationally influential schedule.

The old man didn't pay much attention to the interview previews on the Internet. He didn't even attend the spring shooting night when Tang Ning made history in Hong Kong. He only made a personal phone call at noon the next day to express his encouragement and expectations.

Mr. Cao himself didn't pay attention.

Lao Yang would not add anything to the matter. He was suspected of inciting the relationship between master and apprentice, so he forwarded the video of Ms. Tangning's temper to his employer.

Tangning didn't mention it either.

Anyway, after her official and complete cover interview in "Oil Painting" magazine comes out, teachers who must read every issue will definitely see it.

"It's Ms. Tang Ning. During the live interview, um, um... she encouraged Brother Gu Weijing." Lao Yang thought about the appropriate wording, "It probably means that he is about the same age, and his level is the same as that of Tang Ning. Miss, the gap is not small."

"Good medicine tastes bitter, but loyal advice offends the ears. On such an important occasion as the "Oil Painting" interview, Gu Weijing heard Ms. Tang's words. He was probably a little frightened."

"I guess it's Xiao Ning. Among my few apprentices, she is the only one who still has the temperament of a little girl. This kind of thing is something Xiao Ning can do."

Cao Xuan was not very surprised.

He pursed his lips and stared at Lao Yang.

"gentlemen?"

Lao Yang was a little embarrassed by the sight.

"How much benefit have you received from Xiao Ning to speak for her like this? The advice is offensive? This should be split into two parts. With A Ning's character, I'm afraid he is not in a good mood to 'inspire' that child to create, right? I guess, Her original words must have been quite offensive. I guess it’s hard to say whether they were words of advice or not.”

Mr. Cao asked teasingly.

Lao Yang clenched his fists and his palms were a little sweaty, so he had to smile awkwardly.

Anyone with a brain knows how to choose between Tang Ning and Gu Weijing.

Lao Yang was able to live up to his conscience without giving Gu Weijing any dirty tricks.

When it comes to Tangning, he naturally wants to find nice things to say.

It has nothing to do with personal emotional preferences, but only with strength.

That little brother Gu, don't blame others, he is incompetent.

Don't say anything else.

He wanted to be able to finish the painting neatly and come back with a gold medal from the Lion City Art Exhibition. Lao Yang could at least do both. He wanted to be able to paint a few more paintings to slap Tangning in the face. On top of that, his net worth surpassed that of the other party. Lao Yang Baozhun licked Tang Ning just as he did.

pity.

How is this possible.

Age, experience, and background are all very different from each other. After all, painters have to let their paintings speak for themselves.

Inside and outside the drawing paper, I don’t take into account any of the scriptures.
Then accept your fate in a down-to-earth manner, and don't blame others for being stepped on unceremoniously.

However, Mr. Cao's eyes, which were so clear that no turbidity could be seen, looked at him with a half-smile.

The centenarian man's insightful and wise judgment in front of him still frightened Lao Yang with a cold sweat on his neck.

I have been with the old gentleman for a long time and I am familiar with him.

When the assistant spoke, he unconsciously brought up the tricks of the outside workplace, forgetting that the Cao Xuan in front of him was not one of the great painters in the industry who could not take care of himself.

The old man has seen countless highs, lows, storms and waves in his life.

Who gave him the courage to talk face to face in front of Cao Xuan, thinking that Mr. Cao couldn't see through him?

Lao Yang felt a little lucky that he didn't say anything outrageous or talk nonsense.

otherwise.

The most unlucky person may not be Gu Weijing.

"Mr. Cao, I..."

"Okay, I don't blame you. Xiao Ning has been a proud person since she was a child. None of her brothers or sisters can take away what she likes. I'm not surprised that she has such a reaction."

"It's just...a little willful. But as an old guy like me, I can also understand the children's mood."

Cao Xuan saw that the assistant was a little at a loss, so he raised it high and put it down gently.

People are not saints, they have personal emotional tendencies, and they are willing to speak for Tangning. It is normal. If it were anyone else in Lao Yang's position, he would be the same choice.

When Lao Yang heard what Cao Lao said, he felt relieved.

Even if Tang Ning had resentment towards the old gentleman and ill will towards Gu Weijing, Cao Xuan didn't even say anything serious except for jokingly commenting on "willful".

Take a look!

Deep down in his heart, the old man is still closer to the female apprentice who grew up beside him.

Sure enough, he was on the wrong team.

Lao Yang lowered his head and wiped sweat with the back of his hand.

He didn't notice the uncontrollable disappointment in Mr. Cao Xuan's eyes reflected by the elevator wall at this moment.

"Human nature."

Mr. Cao sighed in his heart.

In the short conversation, among what his assistant said, these four words made the most sense, and they were also the ones that disappointed Mr. Cao the most.

His female disciple Tang Ning did not want to be a senior who cared for the younger generation and preached and solved doubts. It was only human nature to choose to suppress and attack Gu Weijing.

Gu Weijing was scolded by a great painter in public, so he drew a picture anxiously and anxiously, showing himself like a peacock opening its tail in court for mating.

There's nothing wrong with that, it's human nature.

But when Cao Xuan chooses his disciples, does he only want to select ordinary people with "human nature"?How could ordinary people take over the responsibility that rested on his shoulders?
Drawing talent is of course important.

Painting talent, hard work and luck, these factors combined, at best, can only produce a first-line great painter.

If you want to be Cao Xuan's successor, or even be better than the old, the most important thing is not talent, not skills... but "mentality".

Of course, Cao Xuan is looking forward to seeing the progress of his juniors.

But in this impetuous situation, the painting was sent to me.

What calmness can there be?
When a peacock opens its tail, can it really show any reason?
"Gu boy, I really hope that you can listen to Xiao Ning's sarcasm and remain calm despite the ups and downs of the outside world. You can draw your own works calmly and calmly. This is better than drawing ten thousand messy paintings while you are anxious. , makes me happier.”

"Whether it's Tang Ning or Gu Wei Jing, when will the four words "human nature" be replaced by the four words "don't ask for help from others". Then I can let go of my burden."

Mr. Cao really felt tired.

　I know the plot is a bit slow, but I have a fever today and am in a daze.

　　The next chapter will allow Mr. Cao to see the painting.

　　There's no guarantee that the next chapter will be tomorrow. Let's see if the fever goes away when we wake up tomorrow morning.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)