Almighty painter

Chapter 407 Big News

initially.

There was tension among friends, family, agents and galleries.

Everyone thought that some robbers had targeted Bull and kidnapped him.

The New York police demobilized a large number of manpower as if faced with an overwhelming enemy, and sent out their most experienced police detectives to interview witnesses and inspect surveillance cameras on the surrounding bus systems and business stores one by one.

Even the FBI has been involved in investigating this possible major case.

72 hours have passed, 96 hours have passed, and 5 days have passed... After a week of intensive investigation, they regretfully informed the family that no trace of possible criminal behavior was found.

Before the angry family members and the gallery in cardiac arrest could drown out the incompetent police with spittle, and threaten to denounce "this is like a conspiracy to kill JFK" in the media, a call came from an unknown small hotel in distant Central Europe. The international long distance call made everyone dumbfounded.

On a long distance call.

Bull carefully explained why he left his girlfriend - "Being bored and getting married will dry up my creative energy. And, in fact, I always feel that your hip line is too high."

Wen Yan comforted the gallery owner who wanted to persuade him to calm down and come back before the matter got too serious - "Get the hell out of here. I will officially announce the termination of cooperation with you on my personal website right away. I have earned enough for you." Money, you want to sue me for breach of contract, whatever."

Finally, he patiently explained his life plans for the future - "You guys, don't even think about finding me, ever."

5 minutes and 31 seconds after hanging up the phone.

A personal video was updated on his homepage.

Back in the days when Zuckerberg was hacking the school archive network in his Harvard dormitory, top galleries had already established personal web pages and blogs for their important painters in order to gain publicity.

Probably in a video shot with a handheld DVD.

Hunter Bull was covered in a loose coarse cloth robe similar to that of an ascetic hermit in the Middle Ages, or the kind used when the Ku Klux Klan held a torch rally during the American Civil War. He talked eloquently about how he was going to pursue the soul. Highly sublimated and unified.

That was also the last time he faced the public media.

From then on, the free bird flew to the mountains and fields of Central Europe.

At the beginning.

Some people also analyzed whether Bull secretly took marijuana and hit his head. When the drug wears off and he wakes up, it is time to come back.

Who knows.

One flight lasted seventeen years.

Reporter William didn't realize for a moment who this guy was.

Because the only things he did was cover up the faces of important artists who have been repeatedly exposed in front of the media cameras in the past few years.

Competition is fierce, and all kinds of new news bombard the literary and artistic field day and night.

Usually after disappearing for three years, many young people who are new to this field no longer know who you are.

After disappearing for seventeen years, he is almost like the ancients.

Yet William could still relate to the name.

Because the name "Hunter Bull" is like the epitome of the artist in the venue who is receiving the attention of the whole audience, with the same characteristics.

Not nonsense.

Obviously counting his age, the other person was the youngest winner of the Venice Lifetime Achievement Award twenty years ago, and now he is an old man in his sixties.

At this age, Einstein's image in front of the media is already known to the public as a white-haired, deeply wrinkled thinker.

And this artist.

The moment William saw him, he still felt that the other person would rush into a 7-11 convenience store on the corner of the street on a dark, moonless night, take out a pistol from his crotch, raise the gun and shoot.

This is not derogatory.

It's certainly not a compliment.

It can be regarded as some kind of objective description. Hunter Bull seems to always have wild energy in his body.

The kind of energy that only a 17-year-old possesses, the vigorous energy that mixes dust and sweat to make the surrounding air noisy and stuffy.

This energy does not dissipate with age.

So he is forever young.

In fact, Master Picasso is also such a person.

When the man was 62 years old, he was still able to hook up with the most beautiful young female student in the art college and have sex with him. Two years later, he still gave birth to a child for him without any regrets. It really wasn't all based on his fame and wealth.

Not even talent.

Of course, he is a bit fat, not handsome at all, and even looks a bit fierce. He is a scumbag who is hard to find in the world.

but but but.

Say important things three times.

He is never old at all, and he is never gentle to women, but time is particularly gentle to him.

Those young lovers did not even realize in their memoirs that the other person was old enough to be her father's father. When they were dating, he could discover all the beauty and vitality in them like the most youthful young man.

There are black and white videos on YouTube of Picasso painting shirtless in his studio when he was sixty or seventy years old.

Even though Picasso was very old when he was photographed, when people saw the other person stretching his arms to draw a graceful arc with a charcoal rod, sweat stains flowed down his shiny chest muscles and stomach.

Even though Lao Bi's figure has nothing to do with bodybuilding, he can still feel inexplicably like a shirtless farmer smoothly planting rice in the paddy field under the noon sun.

There is a majestic beauty that flourishes from his body.

The strong vitality was like a butterfly, flying out of his body that should have been old with every movement of his hands and feet.

That moment.

It seems that it is understandable that this fat old guy can maintain an intimate relationship with more than three lovers who are younger than him at the same time and make them obsessed with giving birth to children for him.

The beginning of Hunter Bull's legendary career and the end of Picasso's legendary life only overlapped for a short period of time.

He actually did not inherit Picasso's painting legacy. Strictly speaking, he took the initiative to betray Picasso's painting style, but he almost completely inherited the other's exuberant and hot vitality.

the student surpasses the master.

Some people are born with a yearning for turmoil, and the heat in their veins makes them restless.

Their desire for freedom trumps all else.

They long to fall to death while free-handed rock climbing, crash to death while alpine skiing, rush down from the stratosphere in a free fall, and be smashed to pieces while kissing the ground at a speed of 312.16km/h.

Longing for the pain and scars left when the thorny leather belt whipped across my back.

I just feel it.

Lying peacefully at home, getting married, growing old, and finally dying peacefully on that expensive King size palm mattress is an unbearable sin.

Hunter Bull.

Undisputed.

That's what he is, a heavyweight painter.

"He actually came, and 'Elvis' Bull reappeared in front of the media cameras. This in itself is an art news worthy of making headlines."

Someone muttered to himself.

then.

The Tin Man model is wound up.

The referee fired the starting gun.

This sentence was like an invisible switch being flipped in my mind.

After a moment of silence, the reporters gathered at the entrance carried their handbags and walked quickly towards the main venue of the new art center without raising their heads.

Everyone walked faster and faster, faster and faster.

Some people even started running, taking out their mobile phones to call their colleagues in the editorial department while running. no doubt.

Bull's sudden reappearance certainly deserves a front-page special.

and.

Think about it for a moment, how could Hunter Bull, who was not originally on the list of participants, suddenly appear at this European Art Annual Conference as if he jumped out of a stone?

All reporters immediately thought of the big news that Sir Brown, the legendary chairman of "Oil Painting", was about to announce at the annual meeting.

There are even some well-informed media people who know that "Oil Painting" is in private contact with the management teams of great artists such as Yayoi Kusama and Cao Xuan.

Do a little logical reasoning at the level of an elementary school student.

They immediately came to the big news in their hearts that made their breathing pause briefly.

Very likely.

"Oil Painting" has reached some private agreement with Hunter Bull.

He was the bombshell Sir Brown had prepared.

Over the years, Bull has completely disappeared from public view.

But the prices of his works are still rising in value.

His name has been spread among a specific group of fans for a long time and has never been relegated. It has become a social symbol with fascinating meanings.

His farewell VLOG has become an online landmark on the Internet holy land tour, and has been played more than 500 million times.

Fans called his disappearance itself the greatest performance art in human history after World War I.

Extreme athletes printed elements of Boole's paintings on their helmets, Eminem included him in the rap lyrics of his platinum album, Bubble Mart came up with peripheral products, and the great painter KAWS called him the spirit of his growth stage. godfather……

Countless of his loyal fans want to pay tribute to him in their own way.

There are also many people who want to contact him and even claim to have seen him.

A blurry back figure among the Sherpa mountain guides in Nepal, a strong priest in a Romanian monastery, and a telephoto photo of a climber stopping briefly in front of a Mayan pyramid in the primitive jungle of Mexico.

There are strange rumors every year about people who died in mountaineering accidents, or who believed in a cult, and were blood-sacrified in Colombia.

True and false.

There are different opinions.

Some news journals have offered a long-term reward of $200,000 for accurate clues about him.

It has been reported by technology media that Yusaku Maezawa, a Japanese tycoon, has spent hundreds of millions of dollars to purchase future tickets for Space X and is expected to carry Picasso paintings and several artists on a flight around the moon.

He has made public statements on various occasions many times, hoping to have the honor of inviting Hunter Bull to fly to the moon with him.

But it's like a stone sinking into the sea.

No more reply.

This free and precious bird, which has been flying for seventeen years, once again appears in the sunlight.

Just this.

It was news that was as shocking as a boulder hitting the lake.

If this flying bird appears again, its first action will be to stay on the sycamore branch of the "Oil Painting" magazine.

So……

It won't be boulders smashing into the water.

Instead, the entire Himalayas collapsed and fell into the lake.

Because I have preparations and expectations in my heart, even if "Oil Painting" magazine officially announces the signing of Hirst or Cao Xuan today, it will not have such a news effect like sparks hitting the earth.

Unprecedented generosity!

They don't know how "Oil Painting" did it. The reporters only know that there is nothing that can stand in front of this giant ship that is about to sail to the pinnacle of wealth.

It doesn’t matter whether you are a member of the Irina family with a long history or a well-connected gallerist association.

Everyone who wants to stand in front of this giant ship will be ruthlessly crushed into foam like a giant ship of 10,000 tons rolling over the waves.

This is the trend, this is the general trend.

The general trend is what the people want, and it will not be changed by the personal preferences of one or two die-hards from the old era.

The news of the powerful alliance between Boole and "Oil Painting" will become the most sensational wealth myth in the art field this spring, next spring, ten springs from now on, and countless springs.

It seems logical to break Hirst's single auction record of US$2.007 million at the peak of his career, and for the painting to be collected in the Louvre.

Even if you know.

At this moment, countless news colleagues are frantically breaking the news. In countless media editorial offices, there are people typing press releases in front of computers until smoke comes out.

Everyone was still rushing towards the media work area like zombies.

Just to be able to queue up a live photo of Hunter Bull a second earlier, and to send out on-site news a second earlier.

"Humph."

The person who first shared the news did not run away. The unit he worked for was one of the news media with the fastest response in the entire New Art Center venue.

before gossiping about it to others.

Our own media news about Elvis "Bull" appearing at the annual meeting has already been published.

He was like a top student who had handed in his exam papers in advance and looked at the other ordinary students who were busy scribbling down answers before the bell rang. He hummed and smiled proudly at his running peers.

at this time.

He found that there was another person next to him, also carrying a handbag, and looking thoughtfully at the running crowd.

"Hello. The weather is nice."

"Well, so are you. That's good."

The only two remaining reporters looked at each other and exchanged meaningless greetings.

"There's so much news these two days, isn't it? Well, it would be really prosperous if we could get some big exclusive. As long as we can get Bull's news a week in advance, the rewards given by the editorial department will be as good as the year-end bonus Hey, "Economic Review", my brother works for a big newspaper. Even those of you who are engaged in economic news rushed over after smelling the smell. My colleague just saw the media trucks of the Guardian and Harvard Business Review. …”

He tried a few words.

He wanted to know that it was really because these media colleagues who stared at the numbers of the stock market and futures every day were born with a big heart that was not alarmed by changes.

Or maybe it was because the guy next to him was a rookie who was not familiar with the business and was a little slow. He didn't realize what Hunter Bull's presence in the venue meant.

"Who says it's not?" William also smiled.

"This annual meeting has attracted a lot of attention. Important news is coming one after another. Anna Irina and Chairman Brown are going to do a joint promotion in this turbulent situation. The first art master from Asia in history will make the closing ceremony. Speech, so much big news.”

"Yeah yeah."

The reporter brother next to him responded silently, but he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

idiot.

It turned out to be a rookie.

He didn't realize that Hunter Bull's appearance was already the most important news of this annual meeting.

The other party has already filled in the final verdict in the internal battle of "Oil Painting".

Any other news.

Whether it was the president or Cao Xuan's speech, before this point, it was not worth mentioning at all.

The reporter didn't pay attention.

The smile on the face of William from the "Economics Reviewer" is so meaningful... He is the kind of cheater who has already obtained the answer to the last question of the exam from the teacher who wrote the test before entering the examination room. smile.

(End of this chapter)