Almighty painter

Chapter 368 The Road to Fame
Miao Aung Win listened to the mutual compliments between the principal and the female reporter around him, and looked at the shocked and envious comments of the students around him. The flashing spotlights shone on him, and the faded metallic color of the school uniform shirt and tie The collar clips are plated with a bright glow.

He raised his eyebrows and took off his tie and tie.

Putting this small faded accessory in the palm of his hand, he vaguely remembered that it seemed to be something given to him by his father.

To do business with wealthy foreign tourists.

Miao Aung Win's father always tried his best to look well-dressed before going out to solicit customers on the street.

He drives a third-hand Toyota, wears silk white gloves, and is dressed in fake Armani goods. The gold plastic tie clip is slightly peeled off.

Whenever the car stopped in front of the hotel door, he would get out of the driver's seat, trot open the trunk and take out the luggage for the passengers, then hand them a business card, bow and say in English with a poor accent: "Sir, Thank you for taking my car. Next time you and your friends want to use the car, please call this number. We will serve you 7 hours a day, 24 days a week, all year round. Sir."

My father would proudly call it "aristocratic service."

Miao Aung Win didn't know where his father learned this set of things.

Eight generations of their family should have nothing to do with the word "noble"... My father only has an elementary school education. He is probably imitating the driver in a wealthy area from some Thai drama and some imagination like the emperor's golden hoe. ?

Among the taxi drivers, many people thought that Miao Aung Win's father's weird appearance was ridiculous, and they pointed fingers at the family.

My father never cared about this.

"The tips I get from one trip are enough for them to take five trips. These idiots are jealous. I can provide for my son to go to private school and become a gentleman, and their sons will have no choice but to continue driving in the future."

He once spat on the ground, patted Miao Aung Win on the shoulder, and said to him: "Do you know which animal is the most awesome in nature?"

"It's the elephant. The elephant is the most powerful," he said.

The elephant is the national treasure of Myanmar, and its status is equivalent to the panda of Eastern Xia.In the traditional culture of Yangon people, they believe that seeing elephants can bring them good luck.

Some old people even fear elephants as if they were gods.

Miao Aung Win thought this was a boring casual conversation, so he hummed casually.

At that time, he was thinking about how to manage his family and ask for money to replace his mobile phone. Until a few years ago, Miao Anwen was still using the old-fashioned Nokia mobile phone with buttons.

Probably not bad among Myanmar students.

On the Dulwich campus, I was humbled to the ground.

When the words came to his lips, Miao Angwen didn't know how to speak.

The comic-like service process that my father carefully studied is not in vain, plus many Yangon drivers do not speak English at all.

Their family has still accumulated many employees of foreign companies in Yangon as regular customers.

At his peak, my father could earn a net income of a thousand or several hundred dollars from driving a car for a month, and much of it was directly obtained in foreign exchange, which made many colleagues jealous.

Otherwise, even with scholarships, he would not be able to afford such an international school.

In a blink of an eye.

Their family's income has been declining sharply in recent years.

It wasn’t that my father didn’t work hard in his sports car, or that his increasingly stooped waist and bowing movements were no longer standard, but that times had changed.

Foreigners are more accustomed to using taxi-hailing apps like Uber to hail a ride directly, which is simple and convenient.

With just a few clicks on a mobile phone and no need to communicate a word, any driver can easily do business with foreigners.

No one will go out of their way to introduce friends who are traveling nearby to a taxi driver who can speak English and provide good service.

Under the Internet, all living beings are equal.

The struggles and efforts of little people are very ridiculous when the wheels of time roll over them.No matter how hard the rickshaw pullers try, they can't prevent the fate of being replaced by cars.

Just like his father shouting "Sir" sincerely, it can't change the fact that the number of people ordering cars is decreasing day by day.

"Son, you want to be an elephant."

"Elephant, what do you mean?" Miao Angwen didn't understand.

The father did not seem concerned about the diminished quality of his life.

Instead of telling him about the mythical folklore that elephants can bring good luck to people in cities, as expected, he handed him a cigarette.

The father and son stood under the eaves, each smoking a cigarette.

The two cigarette butts are like firelights in summer, flickering in the night.

"Yes, elephants, African elephants. It is said on TV that their explosive power is five times that of tigers, and their load-bearing capacity is twenty times that of horses. I heard that African elephants run and migrate all the time from birth to death. On average, An elephant herd can travel 16000 kilometers per year, which is equivalent to crossing the African continent twice from south to north and then from north to south."

The father exhaled a puff of smoke.

"Each group walks and walks under the leadership of the leader, and the day they stop is the day they die. They march through the primitive jungle, cross flowing streams, and step through muddy swamps, alert to what may happen at any time. Lions appeared, crocodiles by the rivers and lakes, and even vultures in the sky.”

"Adult African elephants have almost no natural predators, but they are a fatal threat to young elephants. And baby elephants are the hope of the population."

"Only the smartest and strongest leaders can lead their families to habitats with abundant water and grass and a pleasant climate. This is a lifelong expedition for every elephant herd."

"My grandfather, my father, we have been living in this boundless quagmire all our lives. I have only studied for four years, and my greatest ability in my life is to drive for those rich people who look bad. But you are different, Myo Aung Win, my son, you want to be a rich man who looks like a dog."

The father was chewing a cigarette. Under the reflection of the night, his bloodshot eyes were brighter than the burning cigarette butts.

"I heard those foreigners chatting a long time ago. The most powerful and wealthy upper-class families in Europe send their children to study music and art. So I made up my mind at that time. No matter what, I will send you to the best local school. art school."

"Because I'm an elephant?"

"Yes, my son, you are the fucking elephant, the one who led the group out of the swamp." The father waved his fist.

"I have worked hard all my life, and when I am 40 years old, I am nodding and bowing down to drive for foreigners. And you have received the best education I can give you. When you are 40 years old, there will be foreigners who are nodding and bowing down to drive for you. Artist You are the most respected person, you must be a master."

Miao Angwen didn't know why he suddenly remembered this matter today.

He wanted to laugh a little.

His father probably didn't know this when he sent him to school.

Even in Europe, only rich and famous artists are highly respected by society.

Artists without money can at most become an art teacher or something.

"My father was probably only half right. It didn't take me 40 years, but only 18 years to achieve all this."

Miao Angwen narrowed his eyes slightly and said to himself.

"I'm the elephant that finally got out of the mire."

Today was the time for him to completely walk through the jungle and completely trample that figure under his feet.

Miao Aung Win thought he would be so excited that he couldn't control himself. Everything around him and the feeling of being a famous figure in the crowd would drive him crazy.

From the moment he stepped onto campus, this was what he had longed for, wasn't it?
But Miao Angwen looked at the camera, suddenly feeling uninterested.

Success that is too easy will always make people feel boring.

Invincibility without challenge is so lonely.

Myo Aung Win once regarded chasing that person as a milestone in his life.

He thought he was very similar to the other person, the kind of arch-enemy characters in Hollywood movies who were mirror images of each other.

With the same inferior background and the same hard work, he and Gu Weijing were like two lost elephants bumping into each other in the primitive jungle.

The young masters and daughters are intoxicated with money, and the life of a wealthy family is trapped in their hearts, making them feel inferior, and making it difficult for them to move forward.

But when he actually walked through the jungle, he looked back and found that it was just a small grassy beach in the vast world.The layout is really too small.

With Brother Hao's help, the entire city is its own resource.

People like Gu Weijing are not even worthy of being his opponent.

Use any force behind your back.

Not only does it allow him to catch up with Gu Weijing, but it also prevents the opponent he stepped on from ever getting over.

"Classmate Miao? Classmate Miao?"

The reporter waved his hand and interrupted Miao Aung Win's trance: "We have a few more questions. Are you tired? We can rest for a few minutes. Let's take a break first."

"It's okay, just ask."

Miao Aung Win turned to look at the camera.

At this time, the principal had finished the interview and was looking at him with a peaceful face.

"what did you just say?"

"It is understood that the website and official Twitter of the Three-dimensional Universe Modern Art Center mentioned in the press release welcoming the youngest contracted painter in history to join. In the portfolio of works you submitted to their gallery, you showed that they made them "Innovation, wildness, freedom, unrestrainedness and expression of ideas full of whimsical ideas" are highly valued, which makes the gallery determined to spend a lot of money to invite you, this rising art star, to become a member of their big family."

The reporter flipped through the prepared prompt card: "I would like to ask Miao Angwin, who do you think brought you creative inspiration and talented art talent on the road of art? Was it the school or your own life and thinking? "

Miao Angwen thought for a moment.

Ignoring the crazy winks next to him, he smiled so hard at him that his face cramped, and he almost wanted to rush over and snatch away the microphone to promote the school's enrollment.

He raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said, "Maybe it's my father."

"Is your father also a wild painter?" The female reporter was surprised.

"more or less."

"Musician, photographer?"

"He is a wild driver." Miao Angwen smiled and generously put the faded cheap plastic collar clip in his hand back on his tie in front of the camera.

"I'm the son of a taxi driver and I learned a lot from him."

There are interviews.

He didn't bring his big yellow gold watch and green jade brand attire today.

Brother Hao thinks it's okay for fun, but the taste in this dress is really too rustic.

As a new art star under his banner, Brother Hao felt embarrassed when this nouveau riche appearance appeared on TV.

He made Miao Aung Win behave more simply and refreshingly.

In two months, I will officially prepare to debut as a young painter after graduating from high school.

I sent him to a professional beauty street in Seoul, South Korea, and asked experts to design a good look from head to toe.

after all.

Signing a contract with [-]D Universe Gallery is not the end, it is just the starting stage for Miao Aung Win’s net worth to rise rapidly like a ignited rocket.

Brother Hao even plans to spend a lot of money to hire a professional team of agents and stylists to provide services around him alone.

Miao Angwin also started to lose interest in motorcycles, watches, jade and so on.

He didn't really like these things. He was poor and rich at the same time, and he never expected to enjoy them.Secondly, in essence, he is still very insecure.

You need these things that can directly represent wealth to support your confidence.

just now.

When he got out of the quagmire of inferiority and became strong enough, these superficial external things became superfluous and insignificant.

A $[-] contract from a Korean gallery and the identity of the new director of the Painting and Calligraphy Association, more than anything else, gave Miao Angwen the confidence to hold his head high.

Brother Hao placed a heavy bet on him.

He is no longer Gu Weijing's "replacement".

Myo Aung Win believed that he was some kind of superior being.

At this moment, although Miao Aung Win is still dark and thin, the way he smiles at the camera does have the aura of a rising art star coming out of him.

It actually left a deep impression on the hearts of many female students who were watching.

They felt that this senior was not handsome, but he was somewhat dashing.

"The son of a taxi driver is such a touching answer. You should have a great father."

The reporter said with admiration.

"I've got some pretty big news here."

She changed the inscription card in her hand and went into a dramatic silence for a moment, waiting for everyone present to focus on her with curiosity, waiting for her next speech.

The female reporter used a serious tone and said word by word: "I don't know this father. When he learned that his son will be selected for this year's National Art Association, he hopes to lead the country to participate in the next How joyful it will be during the Venice Biennale."

The Dulwich students around him were either envious or amazed, talking enthusiastically about Senior Miao who was present.

After this sentence.

It was as if the reporter had uttered some kind of curse.

Everyone looked at the young people in the field with their mouths open, as if they were petrified and lost the ability to speak.

There was only a series of gasping sounds left in the field.

"Venice Biennale?"

"Venice Biennale!"

"Is this the Venice Biennale I imagined?"

"Jesus, no way."

After a long time.

There were only very low-volume discussions in the venue, one after another.

The one who was stunned was not only the principal, but also all the students who were watching.

It's like a high school in a small county town. When they heard that a certain classmate won the Olympiad gold medal, everyone looked envious, jealous, and jealous.

But if I watch the news in the morning, I see that my classmates’ names appear on the shortlist for this year’s Nobel Prize, and reporters rush over to interview them.

Everyone's first reaction is definitely not envy.

But...

I was immediately fooled.

Don't look at the gods, this guy is really an alien, right?

(End of this chapter)