Almighty painter

Chapter 410 Live Broadcast

"I can't, I can't be grateful. A copy of the speech has been submitted to the organizing committee. Mr. Cao did not use the version I wrote. He completed it by deleting, editing, and editing alone these days... so I don't know the details of the old man. I can’t help much with what the speech is about…”

Lao Yang looked at the piece of paper that Tang Ning held out and hesitated for a moment, but did not dare to take it. Instead, he explained in a low voice.

"Lao Yang, you are dishonest."

Tangning pointed at the assistant with her kodan-coated finger.

For the first time since entering the venue, she looked directly at Lao Yang, her eyes playful, her tone calm but imposing.

Don't leave any room for the other party to escape like a loach.

Lao Yang's tone stopped abruptly, his eyes moved around, but his hands were sweating.

He really wasn't telling the truth.

The manuscript of Mr. Cao's speech at the annual meeting was not discussed with anyone, but Mr. Yang had a rough idea of ​​the specific content.

after all.

The copy of the speech submitted to the organizing committee was delivered by Lao Yang.

From what he glanced at secretly, there was nothing about Gu Weijing, nor anything about Tangning.

But a speech is a speech.

A speech is a speech.

Artists are all free and unrestrained in character.

For this kind of seminar-type annual meeting, no matter how rigid the organizing committee is, it will not interfere too much with the content of their speeches, and there is a lot of room for on-the-spot expression.

The copy of the speech you submit is just an outline. The speech is divided into several parts, each part contains approximately how many words and how long it takes.

The main purpose of filing is that the organizing committee is worried about the rise of someone who speaks, and talks for more than half an hour, occupying other people's speaking time.

To be honest, even if you have a guest like Cao Xuan or Larry Gagosian and speak on stage for more than half an hour, it is not a big deal.

No matter how impatient or impatient you are in your heart, you must still endure it with a focused smile on your face.

It was as if the leader of the Education Bureau was speaking on the stage at a high school sports meeting.

You go to all the trouble to invite people over, but they are willing to chatter endlessly, so what can you do?

Content restrictions are even more optional.

Basically, don't blatantly talk about superior and inferior races on stage, raise your arms and yell "HI, Hitler!". These touch the bottom line of tolerance of social norms and ethics, and will drag all the guests to the end. Outrageous and vile content.

The organizing committee didn’t want to make a fuss and face the risk of being criticized by the media for being “not inclusive enough”. It didn’t care what these great artists with all kinds of weird and wonderful flowers had to say.

Tangning was right about one thing.

No matter what everyone thinks in their hearts, nowadays, in these formal and solemn international occasions, the appearance is very good.

Even if someone tells an inappropriate and vulgar joke, it is their own business.

and.

Who gave the right to let the Glitz organizing committee define what constitutes a vulgar and pornographic joke?

There were very few exhibitors present, male or female, who had never painted nude models of the opposite sex. Two or three hundred years ago, in the eyes of the Roman Church, all of this was considered vulgar behavior.

Regarding this matter, the organizing committee has been criticized by the media for being very obedient over the years.

Anyway, the public has a high level of tolerance for the bottom line of the art circle. They don't bother to care about these thorny painters, and just let their own agents and assistant teams have a headache.

The outline is not important.

What you want to talk about or what you don’t want to talk about, ultimately depends on the sentiments of the old man in the first row who is closing his eyes and concentrating.

Until the second before Mr. Cao came on stage, he could change it.

Lao Yang could guess why Cao Xuan suddenly showed such an attitude.

There are rewards and punishments.

The old man was happy that Gu Weijing could hand over that "very inhumane" and almost impossible work, and wanted to encourage him.

Ms. Tang Ning acted "very humanly" in her "Oil Painting" interview.

Master Cao Xuan naturally wanted to beat her up.

But how could it be easy for Lao Yang to say this.

The so-called distance cannot lead to intimacy.

No matter how dissatisfied Cao Xuan was with his female apprentice, he, as an assistant, was not qualified to comment.

Lifting the sedan chair is not easy, it only takes one finger to dismantle the sedan chair.

I really offended these people. After a hundred years of Mr. Cao, no matter which of his disciples inherits Mr. Cao's mantle.

He wanted to destroy Lao Yang's simple dream of having lots of green notes in the bank, small yachts floating on the Mediterranean Sea, and a girl with a big ocean horse lying on the beach in Spain, so that he could not survive in the high-end art circle.

Not much.

A matter of words.

There is no need to wait until Cao Lao is a hundred years later.

Right now.

Just for Tangning, as Cao's old disciple, to say "You are dishonest" is a very serious accusation and a stain to the outside world.

Personal assistants who work in secret and covertly will not be tolerated.

Lao Yang couldn't laugh at all.

Although it is an art center with constant temperature and humidity, and the temperature is pleasant, sweat is dripping on the forehead of the middle-aged man, his face is pale, and he dare not let out his breath.

"Do you know why I said that?"

Tangning suddenly smiled.

"Lao Yang, CDX Gallery and I are discussing the establishment of the first [Downing & CDX] sub-gallery of Thames Gallery in London. There is news about the initial intention to contact, and the first investment is expected to be 1100 million pounds, which will be opened in March next year. Then we can start work. As a result, I need an experienced senior to handle the business. You promised me all the time, but there was no reply. It’s not good for you to play tricks on me. "

"Are you, Yang Papi, saying good things, but in your heart you are making duplicitous accusations? Do you think that I, Tang Ning, am just giving you empty words to eat, and there is no credibility at all?"

"Yang Dekang, don't lie. That's what you think."

Tangning retracted her hand, gracefully put her calves together, raised her eyelids, and spoke slowly.

Lift high.

Put it down gently.

Lao Yang, whose real name is a bit rustic, Yang Dekang, was originally prepared for Tang Ning to make a big fuss about this matter, so he braced himself for the coming storm.

In a daze, I couldn't believe my ears.

He stayed there in a daze.

It seemed that Tang Ning had been thrown out of her mind by the words "Yang Dekang".

After a few seconds.

Lao Yang, who finally realized what happened, breathed a sigh of relief at first, and the next moment, he was overjoyed.

Lao Yang knew that Tang Ning had always wanted to get rid of her status as a "super worker", break out of the constraints and open a gallery of her own.

While Gu Tongxiang and Gu Weijing were still ecstatic about signing the contract with Ma Shi Gallery, Tang Ning was already qualified to plan and become the master of the primary calligraphy and painting market.

Tang Ning had also expressed on several occasions on different occasions that she wanted to get him to help as a consultant when he was free and become a gallery partner.

Lao Yang agreed. In my heart, it was exactly what Tang Ning said. She felt that she was just giving him a shadowless cake.

There are so many experienced agents and assistants in the world, but Lao Yang never feels that others have to hire him.

"Sit down. Look at the sweat on your head. How terrible am I to make you so scared?"

Tangning patted the empty chair next to her and said casually.

"No way. I'm middle-aged and my bones are weak. I've been thinking a long time ago about when I would go back to the capital to see a Chinese medicine doctor and apply two pairs of plasters and one on my waist."

Lao Yang wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, carefully sat down next to Tang Ning, and smiled.

As soon as the tension passed, the cleverness in him emerged again.

Could it be.

He really had a chance to get a co-founder of a gallery.

I don’t know if Mr. Cao will agree...

His mind was cluttered with thoughts and his heart was in a state of confusion.

"Lao Yang, I'm very angry with you. But I also know that you feel aggrieved. This is the old man's intention. I can't blame you anyway."

"Stop me. A smart person like you, Yang Bapi, must have such courage?"

Tangning did not apologize to Lao Yang hypocritically.

His tone sounded as domineering and condescending as ever, but it actually seemed real.

Just the words "I know you feel aggrieved" came to my ears. Somehow, most of the resentment accumulated in Lao Yang's heart melted away in just one sentence.

"Then do you know why I am still angry with you?"

Tang Ning said calmly: "Because you didn't do your job as an assistant. What is the job of a personal assistant? Be Mr. Cao's right-hand man, think about what he thinks, and think about what he thinks. In history, Wan Yan, the Taizu of the Jin Dynasty After Min killed his son in anger under the persuasion of the minister, he once said with regret, 'If you persuade a father to kill his son, he will be punished by heaven and earth.'"

"I grew up next to the old man. I believe that the teacher suddenly has some opinions about me even if he doesn't know why. But the old kid, the old kid, it's just a temporary misunderstanding. In the final analysis, the old man still loves and protects me, right?"

"The person who advises the elders to beat their children is the stupidest person. Even if you are just swinging the board, and the person being hit blames you, and the beating is severe, the parents will feel distressed. In the end, you still have to blame the person who complained about the swing. sensible."

Lao Yang nodded.

This is the truth.

There is a scale between closeness and distance.

Once a teacher, always a father. After so many years of companionship, Master Cao Xuan and Tang Ning have already developed a relationship of being both teachers and fathers.

Even now, the old man pretended to be asleep to avoid Tang Ning's missing child's angry behavior.

Isn't it a unique preference?

If Lao Yang made a mistake, would Lao Cao just show off to him like this?

Give me a break.

How could he have such a chance? He would have been sent to pack up his belongings and run away as far as he could.

No matter how good Gu Weijing's paintings were, if after just a few contacts, he and Mr. Cao became closer than Tang Ning, Lao Yang would definitely not believe it.

It's normal to beat Tang Ning with Gu Wei Jing, saying that the kid in Yangon has become more important than Tang Ning in his heart, that's purely sentimental.

In the heart of the old gentleman.

Perhaps Tang Ning is still the most promising disciple, the one most likely to inherit everything from Mr. Cao.

"So you have to have a brain to be a villain. You come here and act pitifully as a villain. I don't blame you, but Lao Yang, you have to understand the importance in your heart. The matter between me and Lao Cao is a family matter. Even if I am wrong, I will keep it behind closed doors. It's a small mistake. What happened at today's annual meeting is the big deal. No matter how small it is, when it comes to big things, the old man must still like me in his heart and want to help me."

"The old man himself didn't say that he wouldn't help me in my speech. You, Old Yang, are obstructing me here. Who do you think you are? When the old man regrets it, do you think he won't blame you? Yang Bapi, you are so smart How can a person be so confused?"

"Take it, I'm afraid that the old man doesn't know what I need most, so give these contents to Mr. Cao. I persuade him to add it, this is the smart man. If the old man falls asleep, you can put it in the speech script yourself. . I miss you well, and the old man will think you are sensible."

Tangning raised the paper in her hand.

Lao Yang stared at the piece of paper, his expression tangled and struggling.

"Don't worry, it's none of your business. If anything happens, Mr. Cao will come to me. Besides, you are just a messenger. Whether to tell or not, and how you should tell it. When the time comes, won't it still depend on the old man's own mood? You Just do your part," Tang Ning said with a calm expression.

Like the straw that broke the camel's back.

Lao Yang wiped his forehead vigorously with his sleeve, nodded, and took the card: "I understand, Teacher Tang, I will try my best."
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When Gu Weijing came back from the kitchen with a cup of soaked Guozhen, he found that one chicken wing was missing on his plate, one piece of pot sticker was missing, one layer of milk cap was missing, and the rice dumpling was bitten.

He took a hard breath and lowered his gaze.

Sure enough I saw it.

One had its fat orange tail raised up and was wagging on the chair.

A Wang, who got up in the morning to have fun outside and strolled around inspecting the territory, had already driven back to the palace.

It depends on the situation.

Xiao Guzi, the eunuch in the imperial dining room, had just finished inspecting the food that he had personally tested for poison, and was leisurely enjoying his brunch there.

Judging from the small bone residue near Awang's mouth.

The fragrant fried chicken wings that he carefully prepared when he got up in the morning and watched the live broadcast later turned into poop in Awang's stomach.

It is now holding its neck high, preparing a trick of transforming Gu Weijing into a second piece of matter.

"Ugh……"

Gu Weijing put Guozhen on the table beside the iPad and sighed. "I won't tell you why you stole the chicken wings and pot stickers I finally made when you obviously had your own canned food and didn't want to eat it. Who told me that I didn't take good care of the food?"

He patted his forehead speechlessly.

"But you insist on taking a bite of my rice dumplings to cause trouble. Ah Wang, remember that we are carnivores and don't like to eat grains."

The round and shiny cat turned its head to look at Gu Weijing, licked its fur leisurely, glanced at the scrapper, and then turned its head away in disgust. The little look in its eyes clearly said -

I was served even though I knew I didn't like the food. I was dissatisfied and the service attitude was bad.

Gu Weijing could only continue to sigh.

In retaliation, he drank the remaining sip of milk cap in one sip, grabbed the bean paste rice dumpling in his hand and took a big bite, and then picked up a chair from the side with his left hand and sat next to it.

Pressed the official live broadcast room of "Straight to the scene - 2023 European Art Annual Conference" on TIktok.

Comments section next to it.

Like running water, it has started to receive comments from netizens from all over the world.

"Wow, it's coming, it's coming."

"here we go."

"Is that the legendary Hunter Bull in the front row? Why didn't he give a close-up live shot or anything? The photographer didn't have anything to eat at noon."

"Students from Lumei came to report."

"+1"

"Elvis Presley still looks so stylish like this, so cool. I will take him away. I want to give him a child."

"Wow, this girl is so beautiful. The photographer added chicken legs for lunch, and I want to give birth to her baby."

"LOL."

Gu Weijing glanced at the sign above and saw that the speech time had just begun, and there were already 2.2 viewers watching in the live broadcast room at the same time.

(End of this chapter)