Almighty painter

Chapter 384 The Voice of Destiny and Friends

Myo Aung Win is sitting on the observatory of the school.

The setting sun is like a burning meteor, slowly falling towards the sea of ​​clouds in the distance, without a trace of wind, and the suspended clouds are like flames solidified by time.

Dulwich is a British school that prides itself on suiting men's armor.

It is not so old-fashioned that some old European and American public schools, in the 21st century, still regard the Edwardian tuxedo with a small tail as the student uniform written in the school rules.

But their summer uniforms are still the same as those in Europe, with shirts, ties, and single-breasted formal jackets embroidered with the school emblem.

The three piece suit is meticulous.

If one thing is missing, dignity will be lacking.

Such school uniforms in high-latitude Europe can just show the demeanor of young gentlemen.

In the hot season in Myanmar, it seems too muggy.

Fortunately, the facilities in private schools are always the best. Every facility, including the constant-temperature air-film tennis hall, is equipped with high-power central air conditioning.

While the rich wine and meat smell, the road with frozen bone.

It has been written in the book that there was no winter for the high-ranking officials and dignitaries in ancient Eastern Xia Dynasty. The kings, princes and ministers, amidst the accumulation of wealth and power, and the oppression and driving of the common people, the four seasons were like spring.

And in tropical Myanmar.

Everything is reversed, there is no summer in the life of a truly wealthy family.

Their homes are air-conditioned 24 hours a day, and the school is also air-conditioned all day long. There is a water bar selling iced drinks in the teaching building.

There are also nannies and drivers driving special cars to pick you up every day.

You are in an old bus at the traffic light, wiping your sweat and looking at the Dulwich students wearing formal suits and skirts in the back row of the Volvo or BMW cars parked beside you.

Just looking at the clothes, you can feel the pressure brought by wealth rushing towards you.

One sky, two climates.

Distinct social classes.

This is the “noble” concept that Dulwich College wants to create.

The sweat that students in aristocratic schools need is the kind of sweat shed after a tennis lesson in a constant-temperature stadium of 20°C, not the sweat caused by physical labor in the bright sun.

but.

Even though Dulwich College has a lot of money, there are still some areas that cannot be taken care of by the annual electricity bill, which is measured in millions of dollars.

For example, the observatory's open-air platform for viewing craters and rings of Saturn does not have air conditioning.

Here you can see the bustling scenery around the entire school. The golden Yangon River flows like a belt from the distance. Half of the horizon is the vast primitive jungle, and the other half is the blue sea. Nearby are the few commercial areas, restaurants, and shops in Yangon that can be called prosperous.

The introduction of Dulwich College is an important part of the municipal plan to attract high-spending people to purchase surrounding real estate.

When the sun sets in the west and the night completely covers the world, the bright neon lights that light up will be more sparkling than the Yangon River during the day.

The sky and the earth seem to be sandwiched between the Milky Way and the lights.

When the temperature is pleasant, the observatory is also a date spot for young lovers on campus. Two people read under the lights and lean together to share music from a pair of headphones.

It is more romantic and pure than the reading room where love takes place, pure romance.

That kind of romance has never been for Miao Aung Win.

"Probably Gu Weijing and Sandnu have been here countless times. Maybe Kou Kou has also been here with her many male and female friends."

Whenever Miao Angwen thought about this, he felt a strange tingling feeling in his chest.

Instead, he would often come to the deserted rooftop on sultry evenings.

Kou Kou hates too strong sunlight, and Dance advocates fair and jade-like skin. Too strong ultraviolet rays will damage her delicate skin color.

A child from a poor family whose only cooling device in the bedroom is a second-hand fan.

Tolerating such sunshine is as natural as breathing.

Reality is the best teacher in life.

"You must not imitate his vanity, sticking a green onion in a pig's nose. If you imitate others in wearing high-end dresses, you don't even know how to button them..."

"You've only made a few bucks, and you're just pretending to be a big-tailed wolf in front of everyone. Who knows how you got your money!"

"A dirty, ugly and wretched person like Miao Angwen..."

The isolation and indifference on campus, the buttons that were all tied up like an ignorant old hat at the dance, the slap in front of the school gate, the embarrassment during the interview.

Zero zero total.

Life never embraced it.

It is a cold bayonet, a sharp whip, and a jungle full of mire.

Whenever he had hopes and fantasies.

He used cold pain all the time to remind him that Miao Angwen did not belong here. His romantic and ordinary life had nothing to do with him. It reminded him that his father had used all his strength to push himself to be like this in Dewei. platform.

He must run forward without stopping for a moment and never stop.

Running, running, running, with great rage.

Until the day when I rush into the paradise with abundant water and grass.

and so.

Miao Angwin liked to sit alone on the observatory under the scorching sun, with one leg crossed and one hand clasping his knees, like a monk doing special meditation in the Tantric Buddhism of the Western Regions.

This is the only romantic area on campus that belongs to him.

The rooftop stone slab that is baked by the sun and can be spread on eggs is his hot spring stone slab. The heat and pain coming from underneath him can calm the irritability and pain in his heart.

This gave him enough peace.

It's the same today. Miao Angwen didn't go to class in the afternoon. With Brother Hao's help, it didn't matter whether he attended ordinary classes or not.

He sat alone on the observatory for a long time, and his mind gradually calmed down.

It doesn't matter.

Gu Weijing can never compare to himself.

The interview had some surprises, but overall, it was still within control. It was not a live broadcast. The recording team went back to post-edit and process it, and the material was still able to be used normally.

As for Kou Kou...

If that's the price of success, he's willing to accept it.

Love is too childish. It is something that only rich people are qualified to consider. In order to change his life, Miao Angwen has made up his mind to risk his life.

An unavailable girl.

What's the point?

Miao Angwen raised the corners of his mouth and smiled softly.

He stood up, sent a text message to his driver, and was about to go downstairs. Miao Aung Win heard a whistling sound in the air, so he stopped again.

Close your eyes slightly.

That was the sound of a jet plane. Five kilometers away from Dewei is the T2 terminal of Yangon International Airport. The alternate five-sided flight path for aircraft takeoff and landing happens to pass over the western teaching area.

The white Boeing 737 or Airbus A320 is like a huge whale, swimming low and low above his head. Occasionally, he will encounter a giant intercontinental airliner like the Boeing 747. The roar of four Rolls-Royce engines working at the same time can It made the observatory tremble slightly.

Whenever this time.

Myo Aung Win would close his eyes like this. He had never seen African elephants migrating on the grassland, but in his imagination, that was what it felt like.

They took heavy steps and walked leisurely through the forest, advancing one kilometer after another.

The earth was also trembling slightly due to the movement of these behemoths. The howling sound they made when curling up their noses was more shocking than the roar of a jet airliner streaking across the sky.

"Gu Weijing, listen to this unstoppable voice of fate."

Miao Angwen laughed silently and opened his arms, as if he wanted to embrace all the shock around him.

They are all elephants,

Myanmar is the country that respects elephants the most, is the gentlest, and is also the most cruel and cold-blooded. It has the best safari parks, and elephants are treated like gods and are printed on every old coin. At the same time, the forestry company has 5000 working elephants as jungle porters. Overwork, disease and abuse have greatly accelerated their death rate.

The destinies of people are very different, let alone elephants?

An extremely happy smile appeared on Miao Angwen's lips.

The moment Gu Weijing chooses to reject Brother Hao's invitation, he will be torn into pieces by an unstoppable fate.

……

"Mr. Miao, shall we go home now?"

He got off the observatory and walked out of the school gate. Someone immediately walked up to him and opened the door of a dark car.

now.

It is no longer Shamat, the delinquent from the No. 1 Middle School, who is following Miao Angwin. Brother Hao personally assigned manpower to him.

A capable man named Wu Qinlai.

Not only is he cautious in doing things, but he is also a top student in the law department of Yangon University.

Now he is Miao Aung Win’s life assistant and contract lawyer.

Among them, Brother Hao must have someone to supervise his various financial and business contracts in the future to prevent Miao Aung Win from being blinded by money and having any unreasonable thoughts after he suddenly became famous.

But Brother Hao sent such a person to Miao Angwin as his younger brother, which also reflects the importance and love for Miao Angwin.

"Do you have any change with you?" Miao Angwen sat in the car, thought about it, and suddenly asked.

"small change?"

Wu Qinlai, dressed as a well-dressed business elite, looked stunned.

But he didn't even ask why. He took his wallet out of his pocket and took out an emerald green credit card.

"Yoma Bank's foreign currency VIP credit card, Brother Hao gave it to you."

The secretary handed this delicate credit card to Myo Aung Win with both hands.

"He said you can use it for fun, and you don't have to ask him to spend it as you like. If the limit of one hundred thousand dollars is not enough, as long as it's not too much, I'll just make another call."

"But recently, the police are keeping an eye on Brother Hao's manpower, and the limelight is tight. And you are about to debut as an artist, so I still suggest that if you want to play, it is best to go to our own venue to play , I feel more at ease." Secretary Wu Qinlai reminded respectfully in a low voice.

"Thank you, Brother Hao, for my trust."

Miao Angwen has become accustomed to the generosity of his boss.

Theoretically, the total price of the contract given to him by the Korean gallery for the newcomer was only US$100,000, and it also included various performance target nodes. Only when all of them were completed could he receive the full payment.

This should have set a new record for young Yangon painters.

Whenever Brother Hao makes a move, it will be the same amount.

The credit card alone is worth a fortune.

Yoma Bank is the commercial bank with the largest market share in Myanmar. Myanmar has implemented extremely strict foreign currency control policies. In theory, the total equivalent amount of foreign currencies held by individuals such as US dollars and euros cannot exceed the limit of US$2000.

However, many high-consumption places and foreign-funded hotels can directly use foreign currency.

Therefore, this kind of foreign currency VIP credit card is very precious and difficult to verify. It can be used to enter and exit the VIP lounges of various airlines and enjoy free room upgrade services at super luxury hotels that cooperate with banks.

The number of the card in Miao Angwin's hand is No.000096.

In the entire Yangon, there should be no more than 300 credit card holders of the same level, and each one of them is a well-known dignitary in the business world.

He stared at the jade-green high-end credit card that represented his identity and status for a few seconds, thought for a few seconds, and then handed it back to Wu Qinlai.

"Brother Angkor, please keep it for me first. I don't have anything to use money for recently. I will take the time to treat everyone to drinks in a few days. Besides, you may have misunderstood. I want cash, a banknote, the denomination does not matter. But No U.S. dollars, just old Burmese kyats, the ones with an elephant on the back.”

This request stumped the secretary.

Brother Hao's senior confidants have high incomes and high consumption. The kyat is worthless. The actual purchasing power of the largest 5000 kyat banknote issued by the central bank is only 2 or 3 US dollars.

The denomination of the old version of Kyat is relatively small.

He rummaged through his pockets.

Finally, I found an old 50-kyat note from the driver’s glove box and handed it to Myo Aung Win.

"Mr. Miao, here you go."

Myo Aung Win held the note in front of his eyes and stared at the pattern of the sacred white elephant with exquisite shape and gorgeous accessories.

The value of this banknote in the international market is almost equal to that of waste paper, and it cannot even be exchanged for 1 cent.

Miao Angwen still looked so seriously, his eyes were affectionate and focused.

"Brother Angkor, please go pick up my dad. I want to treat him to dinner tonight."

"Okay. Do you have any restaurant requirements, or should we arrange it directly at Xihe Guild Hall?" Wu Qinlai took out his notepad and prepared to call to arrange the trip.

"chile habanero (Habanero pepper)." Myo Aung Win reported the name of a Mexican restaurant.

"Oh, is it in the embassy district?"

Wu Qinlai hesitated.

His mobile phone address book contains the contact information of most high-end restaurants in the city, but he has no special impression of the names that come out of his employer's mouth.

"No, it's the one downstairs at the milk tea shop 50 meters west of the gate of Dulwich College, with the neon sign and burrito poster. I heard from my classmates that the chef is an old Vietnamese man."

Miao Angwen smiled, "It's not a high-end Western restaurant. My rich classmates in school often gathered there for dinner and check-in. I used to be very envious. After studying for so many years, I walked in front of that restaurant countless times. I used to take the bus. But I never went in. So..."

He shrugged: "Is it convenient?"

"What's the problem? My son is just having a meal with his father. We are legal citizens. So what if we do it in front of plainclothes policemen. There will be no security issues. Don't worry, I can make arrangements."

Wu Qinlai shook his head disdainfully.

Little things like eating don't matter at all.

The boss said it.

This matter will be over in two days, and those notes won't stay around for long.

"Oh, by the way. If possible, when you pick up my dad, let a foreigner be the driver. Not Vietnamese, Thai or Japanese, but someone with blond hair and blue eyes who looks like a foreigner. It doesn't matter whether he is a man or a woman." Miao Aung Win added.

"Uh... no problem. There are foreign waitresses at Xihe Guild Hall. They are very reliable."

Wu Qinlai has been following Brother Hao for so many years, and he has never seen any scenes of drunkenness and extravagance.

He was used to seeing big shots making all kinds of requests, so it was very common to arrange for a beautiful blonde lady to accompany them to dinner.

It would be a bit unreasonable to arrange for a pretty blonde and blue-eyed girl to be a full-time driver, even with Secretary Wu's experience.

But it doesn't matter.

Mr. Miao is the popular newcomer that Brother Hao likes, and he wants to train him to become a real great artist.

Great artists certainly have the right to be willful.

Brother Hao asked himself to be his assistant, and he could just comply with any request within reasonable limits.

There are very few things that Brother Hao can't do in this city. Not to mention looking at the elephant on the banknote, he likes to find a foreigner as a driver. Even if he wants to find a living elephant to be the driver and pull the cart for them.

Secretary Wu has a way to achieve it.

"Trouble Angkor."

Miao Angwin folded the banknotes in his hand, put them into the breast pocket of his school uniform, and opened the car door again: "Tell my dad that we will meet in the restaurant at 6:50."

"Mr. Miao, do you want to go out?"

"Yes, if you see a 'friend' from school, you don't have to worry about me here. It's only two steps away, so I won't have any trouble walking over."

Miao Angwen waved his hand and closed the car door.

He stared at the figure across the street, crossed the road, and took the initiative to say hello.

What a coincidence.

(End of this chapter)