Almighty painter

Chapter 413 Fireworks

Chairman Brown frowned slightly. He expected Anna to not show such an expression.

True.

In the most optimistic scenario, he did not expect that Miss Elena would be beside him with tears in his eyes, pulling his sleeves and sobbing, begging for his forgiveness and mercy.

Even if he thought about such a scene, Sir Brown felt that he would be overwhelmed by a huge sense of accomplishment and conquest.

But he knew.

That wouldn't be the Anna he knew.

Anna has strength and tenacity beyond her age.

This was inherited from her aunt.

Man of Steel - This sentence does not refer to Iron Man.

Before Warner Bros. chose it as the title of the new Superman movie in 2013, the public image was usually used to describe those coal mine smelters with beards, red necks, bare upper bodies wielding pickaxes, and believed that they were the most common people on Earth. The most indestructible and strong man.

Some women have weak bodies but their nerves seem to be made of steel.

When he was growing up, conservative-leaning newspapers like The Times liked to use this word to describe the Iron Lady, Mrs. Thatcher, but when Sir Brown heard this word, he always thought of Anna. aunt.

Although the two sides cannot be called like-minded friends.

But Sir Brown has always had admiration and high respect for the woman who he had worked with for twenty years, never seen shed a tear, and who even laughed and joked that his hat was a bit too old before she said goodbye.

As long as Anna's aunt was alive, Sir Brown suppressed his ambitions and worked wholeheartedly for the "Oil Painting" magazine under her leadership.

Countries and regions one after another use old-fashioned art media people to expand their media territory.

Even though the long wait and the old-school rigidity and stubbornness of "Oil Painting" magazine caused Sir Brown to miss many take-off opportunities that made Sir Brown sigh with regret, they also made him from a handsome middle-aged scholar to a handsome scholar in the process of waiting and spending time. An old man with a snow-white beard.

He still faithfully played the role of a reliable right-hand man.

This was the way he chose to repay her kindness.

But all Sir Brown's respect and patience were given to Anna's aunt.

Not Miss Elena's.

No one can take away the magazine that he held in his hands just through blood.

Why should he continue to assist a little girl who is not as old as his granddaughter like a loyal old servant at the cost of castrating his own ambitions?

Just because of his identity as the head of Irina’s family?

To be fair, this is Glitz in 2023, not Glitz in 1823.

He has his own ambitions and his own ideals.

Sir Brown has finally arrived and will use his supreme will to make the magazine and even the entire art world act and develop according to his orders.

Today is the day he announces his results to the world.

One after another, super galleries and major artists announced on the stage that they would join Brown's team. This was not only an excellent publicity strategy, but also a public demonstration like reviewing the doomsday fleet.

Demonstrate to the detective cat, to Anna beside me, to Yayoi Kusama, to Richter, to Cao Xuan... to every disobedient in the world who dares to say "no" to God.

Times are different.

Sir Brown could not help but burn at the stake all those who made him unhappy.

But he was able to hang the artistic lives of the vast majority of art workers who made him unhappy on the stake and burn them to death.

The founder of CDX Gallery on stage was the last guest before he and Cao Xuan gave speeches.

Cao Xuan was sitting not far from him.

He couldn't tell what the little old man with drooped eyebrows and looking like he was asleep was thinking in his mind.

He guessed that the other party must be regretting it.

I regret rejecting the offer from Oil Painting magazine the day before yesterday.

Sir Brown didn't know about the comments on the Internet, otherwise he would definitely not agree with others who said that he was saving a team for the European Super League.

Too soft.

He will tell the whole world that what he pulls out is not a football circus that competes with the Champions League to compete for the market.

Rather, it is an entire super fleet designed to conquer the art world.

The combined worth of these guests on the stage is more than the cost of a Nimitz-class nuclear-powered aircraft carrier, and the capital flow that can be leveraged is enough to buy the entire Mediterranean Sixth Fleet headquarters.

Anna mocks him as a pirate.

Then.

He is an unprecedented super pirate who has an entire armada of super pirates under his command, who can ruthlessly steal every last dollar in the art market and the last trace of media attention.

No matter how important the historic art exhibition is.

If there were no painters and galleries under the "Oil Painting" magazine to participate, it would instantly become a grass-roots group that no one cares about.

A casual column comment from one of his art editors will be enough to determine the final recipient of the Golden Lion Award at the Venice Biennale.

Hirst at Gagosian Gallery has everything but a Golden Lion.

Then I will award it to him next year. As Gagosian, he is very wise and did not choose to go against him as a reward and a meeting gift.

What about the Venice Biennale?

If he wanted to.

He can even organize an "Oil Painting Biennale" tomorrow that is more authoritative and more star-studded than the Venice Biennale.

How could Cao Xuan not regret painfully because he was blind and refused the ticket to board this fleet?

He refused the opportunity to board Noah's Ark, and his only fate was to be drowned by the flood.

Forget it.

Considering the huge amount of cash in the Dongxia art market, Sir Brown decided to give this little old man another chance.

When the annual meeting is over, if he is willing to come to the door in person to ask for forgiveness.

He was still willing to welcome him with a generous expression.

The original conditions were definitely not to be considered.

It just seems generous, but the signing fee of US$2 million, which can still set a record, is still limited to US$1 million as a punishment and encouragement. Sir Brown has not yet thought about it.

What Sir Brown didn't even understand was why Anna could still laugh.

He never underestimated this little girl.

In many ways, she is a slightly younger version of her aunt, except for her beauty.

Her aunt is a plump, middle-aged woman. She is very beautiful, but she is indeed far from being comparable to Miss Elena.

That's why he had to use the excuse of "detective cat" to suspend her before the other party fully matured, and then kicked her out of the boardroom.

Not giving her the slightest chance to gain in-depth control of the magazine.

He believed that with Anna's upbringing and upbringing, it would not be difficult to maintain her outward appearance and force herself to laugh under such circumstances.

But Sir Brown considers himself an elder who watched Anna grow up.

The other party is either really smiling or fake smiling.

Outsiders can't see it.

But he could make a rough guess at a glance.

He might never be able to accurately describe the difference between the two smiles on Anna's face. It was more of a feeling.

Sometimes, you will think that the smile on this girl's face is wonderful and intoxicating.

The rest of the time, you feel her smile...

is perfect.

It's refreshing, and the air around you seems to be painted with gold.

That is a kind of joy and joy that comes from deep inside, like a butterfly flying high into the sky or a bird flying lightly across the water. From the moment he entered Miss Elena's face today, Sir Brown noticed this feeling in her body.

How could Keren be happy because his family's foundation collapsed in front of him?

As sophisticated and calculating as he is, he can only express his confusion about this.

"Anna, I heard that my friends in the media are flattering me. They call me the Pope of Art?"

The CDX gallery owner finished his speech and handed the microphone to the host.

At this time, Chairman Brown suddenly opened his mouth and said in a very low voice.

"I'm a little unsure. Can being called a pope be considered a compliment to an artist who should be tolerant and open-minded as a virtue, sir?"

Anna clapped lightly and asked with a smile.

"The signed painters of my Muse Project include avant-garde art, experimental art, classicism and other diverse arts. I am still trying to get in touch with great painters in traditional Asian painting styles like Cao Xuan. I really feel that I am actually quite tolerant."

Brown did not lose his temper with the little girl and smiled at Anna's teasing.

"But you know, I have always liked this title in my heart, sincerely. The nickname 'Pope' is more majestic than Marlon Brando's 'The Godfather'. I have read some literature about papal succession before. Each generation After the death of the pope, in which temple was the election of the new pope held?"

"The election meeting of 120 cardinals will enter the election hall of the Sistine Chapel in the Vatican. A seal will be affixed to the door. Only one phone will be left in the church for emergency contact, and all other phones will be blocked. Cut off. The required food, medicine, etc. are sent in through the two turntables on the "Bronze Door". The secret room will not be re-opened until a new generation of popes is born." Anna recited the election instructions. regulations.

"Yes, yes, our ancestors gave birth to a cardinal. Anna, you must be more familiar with him than me."

Sir Brown smiled.

"I can't remember these specific contents. I only remember that a cardinal in history said this sentence hundreds of years ago. Before we walked into the bronze door, we were just John and Alexander. Dello, Leonardo and Francesco are all ordinary people with gray hair, mortal flesh and wrinkles all over their bodies."

“But when we walk out of this door, one of us has become Benedict V, John XIII, Innocent III or Boniface VIII, calling himself a saint. The most powerful king in the entire Christian world. (Note)"

(Note: Usually the new pope will give up his real name and replace it with the Latin name of a saint as his own name.)

"When I read this, I thought it was so cool. Before entering that door, I was just a tacky ordinary person. The moment I walked out from behind that bronze door, I had become a god. An agent of will. What a powerful statement.”

"Don't you think today is one of those days?"

"Are you saying that it's your coronation now, Sir?" Anna asked.

"Yes. Although it sounds a bit arrogant, isn't it the truth?" Sir Brown watched the CDX gallerist walk off the podium and said with a smile: "These art princes who have announced to join the Muse Project one by one, The cardinal who voted for me. Before I stepped onto the podium at the Annual Meeting, I was just Levinson Brown, an ordinary Dane. When I finished speaking and walked off the stage, I would be the entire The most powerful man in the art world. A veritable pope of art. And in the process—"

"I will destroy you completely. Miss Anna Elena."

Sir Brown's smile was still kind, and he spread his hands slightly, "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, Anna, I gave you a chance to choose, this is not a personal grudge."

"I doubt it. Good luck, sir."

Anna said calmly.

"I know what you are thinking, Anna. I understand you better than you think." Sir Brown's tone was slightly irritable. "You think everyone will not like monopoly. One day, the public, gallery owners, or other What, will stand up and overthrow the rule of "Oil Painting", just like the struggle between academic and grassroots painters from generation to generation."

"The wave of resistance will not go out. They may succeed or fail, but one day, they will succeed. Sorry, this doesn't sound like good news to you, right?"

Anna nodded slightly and agreed with Sir Brown's wisdom.

"Yes, any dynasty will end in collapse. This is not good news for such a founder. But I don't care. Your cousin Aole told me that Cao Xuan's assistant said that Cao Xuan is already 90 Many years old, so he only cares about the things that really matter to him. Very enlightening views.”

Brown smiled and said, "I am already seventy years old this year, so I also only care about things that are really important to me. Anna, the biggest difference between you and me is precisely the difference in the way you and I look at the business. For you Said, "Oil Painting" magazine is something bound to the name of Irina, a family-owned store passed down to future generations. To me, it is just a traditional leading media that is about to reach the peak of its market value. I am Its CEO.”

"I don't care how long it lasts, I only care how high its peak is. That will be the pinnacle of my life's achievements."

"As for whether such a high point is a centenarian who has been given stimulants and a shot in the arm to push it up... To be honest, I don't care, and our investors probably won't care too much either."

"Does Kodak or Nokia attribute their current desolation to the professional managers who led them to become the world's number one decades ago? Of course not. They are still classic cases in Harvard Business School and are talked about by people. Business tycoon.”

“Oil Painting will one day collapse and end, but that’s not today.”

Sir Brown sighed.

"Maybe 10 years from now, maybe 20 years from now."

"The name "Oil Painting" is as shining today as it was a hundred years ago, but in a hundred years, I know that no one will remember this name anymore. If losing fairness is the necessary price to reach the top, I will be happy to do so. Pay. I will not regret this. There are too many old magazines that have died in history. The Elena family should be content."

"How much money do you think we can make before "Oil Painting" magazine is abandoned by the times? 500 billion? I think 1000 billion is a very possible number. It's really exciting. In your hands, another thousand Years ago, magazines wouldn’t be able to earn such returns.”

Sir Brown rose.

After tidying up his clothes, he walked towards the top of the rostrum.

The silhouettes of two people intersect.

He whispered to Miss Elena with a sarcastic face: "Anna, I won't call this killing the goose to retrieve the eggs. I will call it a brilliant burning. Are you ready to watch a firework show of burning oil?"

For a few seconds.

Sir Brown was fully prepared for Anna to slap him in anger.

He believed her aunt might have done so if she were here.

It doesn't matter.

Anger is a reflection of helplessness against reality.

A shot of a rude and arrogant heiress was a good introduction to the rest of his speech.

pity.

Maybe Anna doesn't have such courage, or maybe the other party's city is deeper than he imagined.

Elena just stared at him quietly.

There was no smile or scowl. She just looked at him calmly and replied softly: "I'll wait and see, Sir."

Suddenly.

Sir Brown felt that he might not know the girl before him as well as he thought.

This made him suddenly feel a layer of gloom in his heart before the speech began.
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A three-and-a-half-hour speech at the annual meeting.

Awang had fallen asleep, and as Gu Weijing's fingers moved back and forth along her beard, he snored loudly and rhythmically, "Gulu" and "Gulu".

It seems to be some strange-looking avant-garde musical instrument.

Gu Weijing finally stood up slightly, straightened his back, and stared at the screen curiously. The real main course finally began to appear.

All viewers watching the live broadcast.

All you have been waiting for is this moment.

"Hello, Art."

Sir Brown stood in front of the rostrum, looked at the surrounding media cameras and the artists in the audience, and said with a microphone.

This sentence sounds a bit strange and a bit grammatical.

Gu Weijing still understood what the other party wanted to express.

Sir Brown was not speaking to anyone present, but to the entire art world, and to the Muse, the goddess of art.

Considering the extremely high gold content of this annual meeting.

Talking to these great painters in the venue is almost equivalent to talking to the abstract concept of "art".

This opening statement is quite similar to Wang Media's favorite phrase "Hello America" ​​before his TV speech.

The audience responded with applause so warm that it lifted the roof of the New Art Center.

Whether it's true or not.

At this time, almost most of the guests expressed their congratulations and compliments to the king of the art world in an almost flattering manner.

Although Sir Brown only said one sentence.

But the noisy applause lasted for almost 30 seconds, and it was completely like an idol meeting.

"There was an interesting little story serialized in a Victorian newspaper. It probably told the story of an old-fashioned agent who was afraid of the new era and wanted to declare war on the concept of 'science', so he decided to plan to blow up the entire Greenwich Observatory. Today, if there is If a terrorist wants to erase the concept of 'contemporary art', he doesn't need to blow up the museum, he just needs to plant a bomb in our venue."

Sir Brown read from the speech.

"Don't worry, this was a joke and not a declaration of attack, so please have a laugh."

A burst of enthusiastic laughter erupted in the venue.

(End of this chapter)