Almighty painter

Chapter 452 Beauty under the Moon
Mrs. Sakai couldn't help but be surprised.

The art market and galleries were originally designed to serve big collectors like Chen Shenglin.

Their preferences can even determine the worth of many artists to a certain extent.

Many cultural toys bracelets, precious wood, first edition comics, out-of-print star cards... were promoted and speculated by one or two rich people.

Most of them may not be as rich as Chen Shenglin.

The money handicap for painting is bigger.

The tide may not be easily changed by the favor of one or two wealthy people.

But if her husband had a few more fans of Chen Shenglin's level and were willing to purchase and consume them steadily, the average price of the works would rise to one hundred thousand or two hundred thousand dollars, just like playing.

Not much.

One or two will do.

Many of my subordinates would help with this kind of thing.

"It seems that I came here at the right time." Chen Shenglin shook hands and put the newsboy cap on his head again, smiling with his lips pursed.

It stands to reason.

It is difficult for a collector of this level to have any art work that cannot be bought.

"This is what children of this age should be concerned about."

"Of course. Gu Weijing is the best new generation painter I have ever seen."

The face of the middle-aged man with slight crow's feet flashed with a youthful light.

That's my daughter's boyfriend.

Each of them is a valuable boost to the cause.

Mrs. Sakai only felt that Gu Weijing was a person who was neither salty nor cool, but there was always a veil of mystery surrounding him.

But, while a small boss with tens of millions pays attention to ostentation, now that he is rich, he pays attention to doing whatever he wants.

Behind closed doors at home, Mrs. Sakai may not have a good look at the local pigs who are nudging her cabbage, but in front of the big collectors outside.

"Yes, I think he is interesting too. Your daughter has found a nice boy. Just leave your time as precious as gold to the two of them. Greetings, Ms. Cruz, goodbye."

She said firmly.

But Mrs. Sakai didn't want Gu Weijing to miss this good opportunity to further deepen and maintain connections.

He is actually a "fan" of Gu Weijing?
Judging from his tone, he still sounded like he was being rejected.

As long as what he wants is not Tutankhamun's golden mask, Venus with a broken arm, or "Dwelling in the Fuchun Mountains", this kind of work is too symbolic.

Tang Yin, Bada Shanren, Zhang Daqian, Huang Binhong, Monet, Van Gogh, Picasso... Basically you can buy them if you want, it just depends on whether you think it is worth it.

Even if her husband had a dinner party with a businessman of Chen Shenglin's level, Mrs. Sakai would hold back on how many skewers of chicken he ate.

She could feel that Chen Shenglin was telling the truth, although she didn't know how Xiao Gu managed to get involved with such a rich man.

Unexpectedly, when a person reaches middle age, he will have a lot of dog food poured into his mouth.

Everything in the world that can be enjoyed with money is at his fingertips.

Instead, they will begin to pursue purely personal hobbies and people and things that they find interesting.

Chen Shenglin sighed with emotion.

The blond aunt has always been quite reliable.

"Are you paying attention to him? This is the right decision. He will become a master, he has the potential. Give him time, Gu Weijing will definitely do something great, I guarantee you this."

It should just... be a coincidence, right?

The architect lives in New York, but he dislikes the rough and barbaric large-area space layout of American community courtyards. He prefers European design concepts with strict and rational rules and exquisite details in the layout.

The blonde aunt's pride was a bit hurt.

That's quite outrageous.

"No, please don't. It's not an important matter here. It's my fault for disturbing such a scene." Chen Shenglin glanced at the men and women on the tennis court again.

Boss Chen has a lot of things to do every day.

Mrs. Sakai hesitated for a moment, then suggested.

Chen Shenglin seemed really unwilling to disturb the scene inside.

Boss Chen had nothing to do. He remembered that Gu Weijing found it interesting, so he strolled over by himself.

Mrs. Sakai didn't even hesitate and nodded as she should.

"Mrs. Sakai, in your eyes, that should be a very outstanding young man, right?"

He waved his hat to Mrs. Sakai, then turned his hand away and walked away along the path he came from.
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When Dulwich College's Yangon campus was built, a well-known French-American architect was invited to lead the overall planning of the campus.

"I'll call him over."

He originally wanted to talk about Gu Weijing's charity foundation project today.

He was obviously just a kid, but he could get involved with big shots every now and then, which even surprised her.

There is quite a legacy of architects from the classical era.

In the 1990s, he visited gardens in Suzhou during an academic conference. He was deeply fascinated by this miniature natural landscape, creating a Zen-like meditation, and the design philosophy of step-by-step scenery. After many years of investigation and study, he finally understood it. The "magic" of folding space.

There is a maze of woods and vegetation next to the tennis court and small playground.

It is the proud work of Mr. Architect.

In the oriental gardens he has seen, ponds and small ponds are "public spaces" visible to everyone in the garden from any angle.

The rockery trees, flowers, vines and willow branches are a private space where friends can have tea parties and banquets, talk about poems and compose poems through the beautiful scenery, and the women sigh at the moon.

The architect followed the paradigm of the garden where people move and the scenery moves, but the pond remains unchanged.

It changed the format of the audience sitting in rows, shouting, and sweating watching a tennis match like a talk show.

Turn the tennis court into a "pond" in an oriental Zen garden.

Use the runway as a corridor.

The paths intersect.

Flower beds, shrubs, benches, street lamps and trees of different heights use natural height differences to cut the large open space into dozens of interconnected private spaces, which serve as invisible auditoriums.

The tennis court is a public space in the spotlight.

He called it "Eastern timeless and noble design" and then left in style. It is said that he went to design a hot spring resort for a rich Japanese man.

I don’t know if Dulwich’s discipline teacher has been traveling on various trails all year round, with a pair of triangular eyes hanging and sweating redoubled as he patrols to see if there are any wild mandarin ducks playing in the field. Is there any architect who is soaking in the hot springs and eating boiled eggs? I felt the teacher's incompetent rage towards his noble spirit.

Today may be a strange day written on the almanac as "peeping".

There weren't many people outside the tennis court, but the audience was really old and young.

There were not only the Sakai mother and daughter who came running, but also the boss Chen Shenglin who came for a walk. When Mrs. Sakai looked at the venue with an aunty smile on her face.

On the opposite side of her, on the bench that was slightly higher than here, there was a girl standing like a sculpture, looking at everything in the venue as well silently.

Mona leaned against a birch tree beside the bench and stood motionless.

The light-black sky and the faint moonlight shone on her face, and there was an indescribable feeling in her eyes.

It's not like he's sad, or angry, or jealous.

It's the kind of emotion that can't be expressed in words, floating slowly in it.

float. sinking.

Float again.

Silently and slightly sour, just like the mint leaves drifting in the ice wine.

She actually arrived earlier than Mrs. Sakai. She had already arrived when Gu Weijing was still running with Kou Kou.

Watched the whole process happening in the field.

Mona saw Miss Sakai's hug and heard Kou Kou shouting, "Gu Weijing, I like you."

She always stood here.

did not go out.

The mysterious thing is that Mona and Gu Weijing are both quiet people, but the memories of their interactions are filled with the noise of worldly fireworks.

The chattering campus, the buzzing study groups, the bustling coastal amusement park, the ferris wheel that squeaks due to lack of sufficient lubrication when running... all of this is like an experimental symphony composed of the hustle and bustle of the world. .

She and Gu Weijing are like the only two clean double basses intertwined with each other.

Mona looked at the men and women who were having rough physical contact in the tennis court, and the memories were like running water, spreading down the stone steps at her feet.

Gu Weijing will be her PLAN B.

She's always felt that way.

As a child, Mona thought her best chance would be to meet a better guy at a European university.

He can be talented.

The truly talented kind.

He is not a small-town painter like Gu Weijing who worked hard and worked hard to get into a prestigious school.

But in prestigious European schools, just by drinking coffee and traveling, you can stand out and have your potential noticed by hunters and agents from some large and small galleries. You are the kind of person who really hopes to become an "artist".

He can also be very well-connected.

There is no need for elders to open a small gallery in a tourist area along the Yangon River.

In girl Mona's fantasy, it would be best for her partner's father to be a small priest in one of those secret temples of money on Wall Street, or a congressman in a quiet small city, the vice president of a neighborhood hospital, or a partner in a law firm.

A real petty bourgeois family.

The kind of people who are willing to fly to Bali in expensive first class every summer for a short vacation of 5 or 6 days are not the kind of people who go to Starbucks every day to check in on their INS.

It's not necessary to go higher, Mona knows it, she can't control it any higher.

It doesn't matter whether she likes the other person or not. It doesn't matter whether the other person is handsome or not. What matters is that the other person really loves her. That is the best gift she can encounter in her life.

But Mona probably really thought about it... Otherwise, it would be quite good to spend her life with Gu Wei.

At least.

In the memory, on the rotating Ferris wheel, she held each other's arm and said softly: "We will come here again in ten years, take the same photo, and you will treat us again next time." At that moment, Mona That's really what I think.

No one knows where to go, time is like water.

Just two years later, such an ideal type really appeared in her life, and it was much better than the best-case scenario she expected. The black humor was that the other person was a girl, Katsuko Sakai.

She is Gu Weijing's gift.

What qualifications does Mona have to go out and make a scene?

That would be too much, so much so that Miss Sandenou would find herself disgusting and repulsive.

She was a little far away from the tennis court and couldn't hear the whispers between their lovers. But just looking at this hazy and beautiful youthful atmosphere, Mona knew that she had no qualifications to destroy it.

Just look at that hug, that kiss.

Mona believed that there was "true love" between them.

Even Professor Cruz over there seemed happy to see this happen.

Stop boring yourself.

She was unhappy.

Who is she?
Miss Sandenou was even smart enough to think of the origin of the extra spot for Mrs. Sakai's higher class.

They grew up together.

She knew enough about Gu Weijing's way of doing things that many times there was quite a tacit understanding between the two of them.

"Is that so? Mona, you are really ridiculous, aren't you."

Mona turned pale and murmured in cold and harsh words, sarcastically sarcastic to herself.

She recalled the scenes in her improvement class, carefully trying to please the Sakai mother and daughter, and her face became paler every time she thought about it for a second.

But what can we do if it’s ridiculous?
If it were Kou Kou, the other party would definitely spit bubble gum on Professor Cruz's sunglasses and walk away.

What kind of bullshit is it to improve your classes?
She wouldn't want an olive branch obtained by such a cowardly and ridiculous person. No matter how awesome he was, he wouldn't even look at it. It made her feel like a little turtle.

I simply can't bear it for a second!

But Mona knew that she would continue to pretend that nothing happened tomorrow, show up on time in Mrs. Sakai's class, and continue to be her obedient student.

Kou Kou has the qualification to be willful.

She didn't.

She was originally a little tortoise, the kind of tortoise in the tortoise and the hare race.

This was the climbing vine that changed her life, the only vine, the vine that was bought at the cost of being alone. Even if Mona gritted her teeth, she would persist in climbing up.

"I'm just such a philistine girl, very annoying, right?"

Mona didn't know whether to whisper to Gu Weijing from afar, or to laugh at herself.

She couldn't do the hugs and kisses that Katsuko Sakai gave her.

She couldn't make Koko's bold declaration of "Gu Weijing, I like you!" that echoed in the woods.

Both Coco and Miss Sakai are cool, enthusiastic, and emotional girls, so they can achieve mutual reconciliation through just one tennis match.

Mona is not.

She is different from them all.

They will never be friends.

Mona struggled and hesitated for so long before she gathered the courage to step forward bravely, but she no longer had any reason to step forward.

"I wish you happiness, Gu Weijing. Let me tell you what I haven't said before."

"I like you."

Her voice was lost in the wind in the forest.

That evening.

Mona stood under the tree for a long time.
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"I told you the good news before that our paper has been officially notified by the editorial department... that it will be published in the first half of July this year... well, it will be the cover article then."

In the stadium, Katsuko Sakai's face was as red as blood.

When reading novels, to describe a girl's shyness and nervousness, I often read statements like "She was like a frightened deer, her face turned red to her heels."

At this moment.

Looking at the beauty under the lamp, Gu Weijing realized that what he said was true.

(End of this chapter)