Almighty painter

Chapter 451 Youthful
Shengzi stood there and looked at Kou Kou who was gradually going away for a long time.

Until the pink back disappeared into the dark sky, like a bright paint slowly dissolving in the gradually chaotic pen washer.

Then she turned around.

"Tell me a story about you and this sister tonight?"

She suddenly asked Gu Weijing.

"What's the story?"

Gu Weijing vigilantly made calculations in his mind, trying to analyze the possibility of "fishing for law enforcement."

pity.

There is no way to call the Sloth Military Advisor on the spot for help with this kind of thing.

"So try to tell the girl that I like you, there is always some story to tell, right? Maybe you can make a school love drama that can be broadcast on NTV. She is the true love heroine, and I am the second daughter with a lot of money. A bad woman who gets involved. Is it a standard Japanese drama?"

Unknown small flying insects linger in the beams of light drawn by spotlights in the evening fog.

Katsuko still has a lot to learn.

This is really a good time to fall in love.

Early summer, shade, tennis court.

"If Mr. Coppola knew that because of a moment of nudity, his godfather would be labeled as a pornographic film by the owner of a small theater in a place like ours to drum up business, he would definitely feel speechless. "

I couldn't help but laugh.

Looking at the shoes and socks Gu Weijing had just placed there, he blinked at her boyfriend again.

Mrs. Sakai, who had been watching this scene coldly from a distance, slightly raised the corners of her mouth and smiled softly.

Perhaps it was because Mrs. Sakai, who often attended various high-class banquets, squinted her eyes and recognized that the dark blue short coat with rich brilliance was made of fabrics from the Scabal Lapis Lazuli series.

"Francis Coppola's The Godfather, a classic among classics."

Even flying insects that live and die are busy spinning and dancing in pairs at this moment.

She will also use her lethal eyes to give the opponent a few harsh glances.

When he speaks English, his voice is like the branches and leaves of the old locust tree above his head. His voice is a little gritty, but it is full of elegance.

The first ray of moonlight and the last ray of sunlight blended above their heads, like a young boy and girl nervously trying to embrace.

A little shy, a little nervous, yet charming and charming.

"The screening room is not too serious, but the movie is completely serious."

A middle-aged man walked in from the shadows of the woods.

A voice sounded from the fence not far from the stadium, in the shadow of the woods that was not illuminated by the light.

"When I watched it, I was thinking, what? That's it? It's too cliche. Who is Mike? A war hero who returned from the Battle of Midway, a tough and tough New York godfather, a man's idol... Is he Are you going to be fooled by such a little girl’s tricks?”

Gu Weijing stood there without knowing why.

"This movie has been interpreted a thousand times by critics frame by frame from beginning to end. I love every shot of it. There is only one thing I don't like very much. There is an Italian girl who only appears for five minutes, and a girl who walks deliberately Unable to stand firm, he fell into the arms of the protagonist Mike, and then conquered him and won the marriage that his girlfriend Kelly had not gotten for so many years."

Is not it?
Mrs. Sakai looked at her daughter with a blushing face, lowered her head, and carefully stretched out her feet to her daughter. Gu Weijing held it on his knees as if holding a time bomb, not daring to breathe. As slow as two shy sloths.

The man smiled and continued speaking softly.

"Many years ago, I went to watch a movie in a movie theater for the first time in my life. It was said to be a movie theater, but it was actually an old-fashioned screening room that showed Category III and B-level movies."

Mrs. Sakai turned her head and looked in the direction of the sound.

Not bright or dark.

So silly and cute, both of them.

"I'm just kidding you. I just want to hear about Kou Kou. Such an interesting girl is worth spending a whole night listening to. But now... I'm tired from playing and don't want to move, and I was a little worn out just now. "

Miss Sakai tilted her head, stared at Gu Weijing for a long time, and burst out laughing.

Mrs. Sakai was not happy about someone suddenly speaking out, and she was even more unhappy about someone peeking in on her daughter while they were dating. She had no interest in discussing the frivolous publicity strategy of the 18-ban screening room with people who had no reason to do so.

Even if she didn't scold him loudly, she would spit on the other person's face.

She sat sideways on a bench on one side of the court, curled her calves on the side, and took out a pack of wet wipes.

But even Mrs. Sakai found it strange that she didn't have the slightest urge to do this now.

After waiting two seconds,
Shengzi realized that this guy really didn't realize what he meant. He was three parts sad and seven parts funny, and whispered with a slight blush.

He was wearing clothes that looked a bit heavy in this weather and a light gray newsboy hat. It seemed that he had just been walking here.

According to her past personality.

Perhaps it was the other person's literary and modest temperament that played a role.

The lights in the stadium have just come on.

"Huh? Please help me look at my feet...put on my socks and shoes."

Then he walked into the tennis court and called away his daughter and Gu Weijing, who were paying all their attention to each other at the other end, and walked away without looking back.

The family treasure is known as the man's golden robe.

The holy grail of every top tailor's heart.

The fabrics of the Lapis Lazuli series are not dyed with industrial pigments, but with lapis lazuli gem pigments known as Zhuolin, Jinjing and Indigo in ancient times in the Eastern Xia Dynasty.

The best imperial green costs about 100 yuan... per gram.

The master-level painting set that Lao Yang borrowed flowers to offer to Buddha and gave to Gu Weijing came with a small bag of 29.66 grams of lapis lazuli's finest pigments.

Each dyeing of a piece of cloth requires dozens of times this amount of consumption.

Scabal's London headquarters declares that this color "seems to contain the lustrous energy of the entire universe and set off the inner connotation of a man."

Ignoring the connection between advertising slogans and the universe is nonsense.

Mrs. Sakai, who is very sensitive to the color of paint, could almost easily see the nobility of the other party.

She won't admit her mistake.

A piece of this kind of clothing starts at 100,000... pounds.

Ordering a wardrobe of clothes can easily be done in a Honda jet. Even with Mrs. Sakai's income level, if she occasionally wants to order one or two pieces to wear, she will grit her teeth and feel pain for a long time.

Anyone who is not a rich and wealthy businessman will never be able to wear this kind of outfit.

But the artist has a high social status.

There were so many rich people that Mrs. Sakai turned away from, which really made this arrogant old aunt keep quiet... maybe it was just because there was no frivolity in the other person's words, but a kind of peaceful power.

It seems that a person has seen most of the mist of the world.

then.

what did he say.

They all naturally have a heavy temperament.

"Later, I realized that my heart was too old. My soul was covered with tired wrinkles earlier than my body, so I didn't learn to feel the youthful and touching feeling."

The man stood next to Mrs. Sakai, looking at the young men and women under the spotlight on the other end of the tennis court. "Sometimes, the most awkward actions are the most exciting, just like the smile of the girl with braided braids that the boatman next door always had a cold face when I was a kid."

The middle-aged man looked straight at her for a long time, and then sighed softly, "I haven't been so moved by someone like today for a long, long time."

"It's great, isn't it? Just like the young fell down in the movie."

"Although I haven't watched "The Godfather"... but it's very well said." Mrs. Sakai looked at the tennis court for a few seconds and nodded.

"Sorry, I haven't introduced myself yet. Chen Shenglin, I run a small business locally."

The middle-aged man coughed twice and smiled apologetically.

He took out a business card from his pocket and handed it to Mrs. Sakai on the side.

"As a big entrepreneur, I know that if you still have a small business, then even Mr. Toyoda Akio is just a small workshop owner."

See the name on the business card.

The blonde aunt couldn't help but shushed slightly.

Even if she is unfamiliar with the local business ecosystem, it is difficult for her to feel unfamiliar with this name.

Whether it's the "Myanmar Mirror" that comes with every breakfast at the Aman Hotel, or the political advertisements posted on various streets and alleys.

The number and frequency of this name is no less than that of the mayor of Yangon himself.

The media will even call this business tycoon the "invisible mayor".

The most reported things are two things.

First, he and Akio Toyoda’s team reached an agreement to promote Toyota’s joint venture factory to be located in the local industrial park in Yangon.

The total investment by several parties in the project is expected to exceed US$200 billion, making it one of the largest cross-border investment attractions in Southeast Asia in recent years.

both.

He will run for parliament in Yangon this year.

The other party's level of wealth can be regarded as the top group among the customers of Datian Art Gallery.

Facing an industrialist of this magnitude, no matter how accustomed Mrs. Sakai was to being arrogant, she smiled politely and reached out her hand.

"Uh, hello, sorry, I don't have my business card with me right now. My name is..."

"Ms. Independent Designer Adriana Cruz."

Chen Shenglin smiled. He held the blond aunt's hand and looked at her with bright eyes, "She is the wife of Kazunari Sakai. In 2015, I went to Japan on a business trip. TGC Tokyo Fashion Week, Shimada Junko brand counter, You may not remember, but we actually met."

"It was about ten years ago. Your clothing creations are impressive. And you still look radiant all these years. It really hasn't changed at all."

Mrs. Sakai was slightly shocked.

She was not surprised that the other party knew who she was, but she was surprised that the other party called her Ms. Cruz, an independent designer, instead of Mrs. Sakai.

Mrs. Sakai came to Yangon because she was worried about her daughter and came to take care of Shengzi.

But she is not a housewife, she has her own career and work.

in contrast.

In the past, when Uncle Sakai was struggling in the art world, holding the lowest-level rookie contract and hitting obstacles at every turn, and huddled in the studio as a melancholy handsome man, the other party was more like a househusband.

It was the blond aunt who worked part-time as a clerk in an outside advertising company, working hard to earn money to feed the other party.

As soon as Sakai became successful and famous, he achieved financial freedom.

Mrs. Sakai resigned from the advertising company long ago to engage in work she likes. She occasionally draws and paints, but her main hobby is to be a fashion designer.

I have collaborated several times with Japanese high-end brands such as Junko Shimada and Lily Brown.

Failure is definitely not failure.

It is certainly not as successful as Van Dorn, Coco Chanel, or Junko Shimada... This is a very obvious logical reasoning, otherwise it would be a "Mrs. Sakai" showcase on the fashion show.

However, to be honest, with Mrs. Sakai’s strong character, it is more likely to be called “Adrienne Cruz Clothing Showcase”.

In a foreign country.

I can meet her as an independent fashion designer, not as a so-and-so wife who is common in Japanese society, and is an accessory covered by her husband's reputation as a great painter.

This arrogant old aunt is so happy!

"Mr. Chen, I know you are saying nice things on the spot, but I am still very happy to hear someone say that." Mrs. Sakai's smile was so kind that she didn't look like she was trampling on people at all.

"How can it be flattery, madam, you are discriminating against the taste of us industrial men. I don't have your husband's talent, but I must say that the skirt you designed with the cedar stripes is very beautiful. They look good, I bought a lot of them for my wife.”

Looking at Chen Shenglin's serious and sincere eyes.

Have to admit.

Some people are born with a strong personality affinity.

"Thank you. Please be sure to leave me her address. I will definitely send her a new piece of clothing to try on."

Mrs. Sakai finally couldn't help it, crossed her hands and laughed.

The other party's taste in conversation really shocked her.

She also stereotyped that the local bosses in such remote places all had the wild aesthetic of wearing a big gold chain, a big gold watch, big gold teeth, and two strings of jade beads hanging on their arms.

Unexpectedly, she has followers!
"Why did you come all this way to see me? Oh, are you a fan of mine..."

Well-known fashion designers, like great painters and celebrities, can encounter fans wherever they go.

This occasion does not seem like a place to talk about official cooperation.

Mrs. Sakai glanced at the time. She couldn't bear to have dinner with a strange man so late without her husband present.

but.

If the other party wants an autograph or something, she will definitely not refuse.

The blonde aunt was looking forward to it.

Let Uncle Sakai take a look later, hehe, who said I don’t have great fans!

"what?"

This time, Chen Shenglin was stunned for a moment. The middle-aged man laughed dumbly and said, "Mrs. Cruz, you are mistaken. Although it is a bit embarrassing, I am not here for you."

He pointed to the tennis court.

"I'm actually here for him."

Chen Shenglin smiled and said, "I originally wanted to have dinner with him today."

"Seriously, I count him as half a fan. He wants to buy a painting, but he won't sell it to me." Chen Shenglin made a half-serious joke.

"Gu Weijing didn't say anything?" Mrs. Sakai raised her eyebrows.

She was shocked.

After reflecting for a moment, I realized what the other person was saying.

"Yes, that's him."

(End of this chapter)