Almighty painter

Chapter 456 Forced into the Palace
Under the hazy sunshine of Yangon sunrise, Teacher Watter was writing furiously among the letters on the table.

The other side of the dusk line.

In the deep night of Austria's old town.

Another gray envelope neatly sealed with glue and with "Xiao Ning Qi" written on it was also pushed onto the coffee table.

Lao Yang turned his gaze unnaturally to the lush mountains and city skyline in the distance.

The European Art Annual Conference is still going on.

Mr. Cao Xuan will also attend an academic symposium with several masters next week, open a few new museums or special exhibitions, and cut ribbons.

They remained in Austria.

However, he did not stay in the hotel in Glitz. Instead, he was invited by Klimt's grandniece to stay in Klimt's former residence in Salzburg.

The thick clouds over Europe and the smell of gunpowder on the Balkan Peninsula gradually fade away as the old empire falls apart.

That night, she had a big argument with her teacher for the first time in her life.

Sounds like a commonplace thing.

The white-walled Building No. 18 on the far corner was once owned by a well-known local musician named Leopold in the th century.

The player piano on the distant lawn ran unplayed.

She felt betrayed by her teacher, and Cao Xuan stabbed her heart hard again and again on the stage.

"Come on, are you going to be the doorkeeper in front of me for one night?" Tang Ning frowned.

To be a rich man, one must also have the basic qualities of a rich man.

However, Lao Yang knew clearly,

It is indeed a comfortable place to retire.

But his son's name was a bit unusual - Wolfgang Mozart.

This blessing must not be small.

"Yang Dekang, don't install sculptures here. I don't care about you, but you have no place to speak here."

Until now, he had not understood what kind of music the piano next to his ears was playing.

I wish I could transform into the melody played on the piano in the distance, so that... I could disappear into the deep night without any weight and inconspicuousness.

A cold voice came from the other side.

Tangning was so angry that she went crazy.

It’s important to understand where your power comes from.

Sitting on the chair, holding coffee, his eyebrows looked like a melancholic artist.

Because in her heart, she and Mr. Cao have never had a simple and naked power inheritance relationship.

With the wind.

Only the colors flowing from the painter's brush, the notes floating in the palms of the musicians, and the swirling skirts of the girls dancing the waltz are left as Austria's international business card.

He suddenly felt envious of those flowing notes.

It seemed that he began to enjoy classical music attentively.

The reason...

His understanding of Mozart was limited to "a twinkle and a twinkle".

Where in the world can a prince dare to argue with the emperor?
Senior Brother Liu Ziming is such a chic and cynical person, but in front of his father, the shipping king, he is still very obedient and obedient.

Leopold was a famous music theorist.

It seems like the echoes left by the devout souls of art students who have passed through this neighborhood for generations on a pilgrimage to holy places, and like the invisible ghosts of art masters waving the keys.

The east corner is lost, and the mulberry elm is harvested.

A small neighborhood is served by so many well-known art masters and monuments.

What the world says is more praised than Leopold for writing music theory works here is probably because his son was also born in that building.

Lao Yang is really melancholy.

The clear night wind blew past Lao Yang's face, slightly raising the last two strands of hair on the hairline that held onto the middle-aged man's dignity.

But Tangning still felt so angry that she couldn't help but lose her temper.

Lian Lao Yang's life ideal is to lie on the white beach and apply sunscreen to the blond Miss Dayangma. When he is tired, he will lie down and let the blond Miss Dayangma apply sunscreen to him.

It is said that this is not only the place where Klimt spent the last part of his life before dying from the Spanish flu.

of course.

From a smart and self-interested perspective, Tang Ning understood rationally that she should never lose her temper with Cao Xuan.

The role of the land beneath our feet in the political arena has become increasingly relegated to the background.

The lingering piano sound floated through the night.

After the opening ceremony of the annual art meeting.

not like this.

Cao Xuan, to Tang Ning... he was like a father figure!
Among the senior brothers and sisters, she was the latest to get started.

However, Tang Ning believed that she had the closest relationship with Mr. Cao and that she was the person who understood Mr. Cao best in the world.

She told Lao Yang that she was constantly moving towards success and the transaction prices were rising steadily. She was not only moving forward for herself, but also breaking the invisible ceiling at the top of the industry for her younger brothers and sisters who painted Chinese paintings.

Although these words were said in a beautiful way, they were not without some sincerity.

Tangning has never hidden her desire for money and success.

There are not many people in this industry who treat money like dirt. There are many hypocrites who pretend to treat money like dirt.

I still hid it in front of the teacher.

Not interesting.

Gentlemen love fortune, in a proper way.

Once the transaction price of a great painter breaks a certain record, collectors will see this number.

The painter himself may encounter cold reception and fall from high to low, but this transaction number will forever be engraved on a milestone in the history of art.

The potential and power of this painting method have been proven.

It will be much easier for the second and third latecomers to stand in the same position in the art market by building on the foundation of their predecessors.

Secessionism, Impressionism, Symbolism, Pop Art, including today’s digital artworks, etc.

From ancient times to the present, any painting method has become a prominent skill in the field of art.

What is needed most is the emergence of one or a group of brave "wall breakers".

If you are bright enough, you can light up the road ahead for all your fellow travelers and all the younger generations.

Nowadays, who in European universities openly says that Asians are not good at mathematics because of their weak brains.

This is no longer an issue of racial discrimination.

When everyone looks at the oriental faces in the mathematics department, they will think that your brain is really bad, you are crazy, and you should be sent to a mental hospital.

But go back a hundred or two hundred years.

When the Yellow Peril theory was prevalent, this was a public opinion in the name of so-called "science".

The Yale alumnus brother-in-law of the protagonist in "The Great Gatsby" is a typical image who is obsessed with reading racial superiority theories in newspapers every day. He talks about the image that proves that Europeans have the largest brain capacity and are the naturally smartest race suitable for ruling the world. He was also a true portrayal of the society at that time.

This kind of social atmosphere is caused by the determination of generations of early overseas students, their first-place exam results, and first-class degrees to slap one after another on those local students who think they are superior to others. face.

Fanned out abruptly.

Mathematics is like that.

The same goes for art.

Even to Mr. Cao, it may not matter how much he sells for more or for less.

But it proves that the works of living Chinese painting painters can be on the same level as the top oil painting painters, worth tens of millions of dollars.

And stand firmly on the world stage.

This is very important.

Tangning knew what the teacher wanted and she was willing to take over this responsibility.

Moreover, she also hopes to become the first female painter to be among the top three richest artists in history, the first top painter and top gallerist.

From a young age, she was making money.

In a big way, she is a torch.

This money earned is no less meaningful than those British strongmen that Fearless defeated in the ring.

The merit earned from this money is immeasurable.

Tang Ning had never concealed her ambition for success and material wealth in front of Cao Xuan, and she had never thought for a moment that Mr. Cao would be dissatisfied with her because of this.

but……

Just when she thought she was about to make the brightest and most gorgeous turn in her career, she was torn away by a father-like figure.

Is there anything worse in the world than a daughter betrayed by her father?
Tangning felt really bad.

Therefore, like an angry daughter, she lost her temper at her father.

Tang Ning didn't know who had given Mr. Cao what kind of ecstasy.

The teacher in her heart at this moment was like those stubborn Eastern Xia fools and old women who were addicted to health care products and deceived but still alienated their children and turned a deaf ear to her correct suggestions.

Completely incomprehensible.

It's just that what makes Mr. Cao obsessed is not the elixir that can cure all diseases and make people immortal, but is a so-called "painting genius" that the health care product company is deceiving.

When a person hopes for something too much, he or she will be blinded and only believe what they want to believe.

Sick old people want to be healthy too much, so they are deceived and bankrupted by clumsy scams.

As Cao Xuan got older, he was too eager to push the whole of Eastern art forward, so he occasionally saw a bright spot in a child's painting and mistakenly mistook the reflective glass piece for a rarity like a luminous pearl.

Old people are actually quite pitiful.

This is human nature.

It has nothing to do with identity.

Tang Ning didn't hate Mr. Cao, but she hated the culprit of all this, the young man named Gu Weijing who deceived Mr. Cao about his feelings.

Appearing in a position he didn't deserve at all, receiving attention that he didn't deserve.

This is his big mistake.

What made her even more angry was that Mr. Cao donated all her paintings of several years in just one sentence. She will return to London tomorrow and quickly reschedule the art exhibition, remove the works that should be removed from the exhibition, and re-plan and review the scale of the art exhibition to stop losses in a hurry.

She came over tonight, ready to persuade the old man to clear his head no matter what.

Unexpectedly, Lao Yang blocked him back again like a goalkeeper.

Mr. Cao didn't seem to want to see her at all this time. He didn't even bother to answer the phone. He only wrote a letter and asked Lao Yang to give it to her.

How could Tangning leave like this?

"Teacher Tang, Mr. Cao has taken a rest. Otherwise, you can make an appointment with Mr. Cao again."

Lao Yang was caught in the middle.

I wanted to die in my heart, but I didn't dare to show it on my face, so I said with a smile.

"The lights are still on in the house. Even if the teacher is asleep, he should get up today. I will not leave today without seeing the teacher's face."

Tangning didn't accept this at all.

"We are talking not only about our school, but also about the future of Dongxia Art, and about the teacher's lifelong dream. If you stand in my way, can you shoulder this responsibility?" Tang Ning said sternly.

"It's too serious, it's too serious, how could such a thing happen?"

Lao Yang continued to wipe his sweat and pretend to be a statue. "The old man is just sleeping. Otherwise, if you want to say anything, leave it to me. I will go and have a word with Mr. Cao tomorrow morning."

"The teacher didn't see me today, but I will invite all the senior brothers and sisters over tomorrow. How can I still not see the old man?"

Forcing the palace!

Tangning almost made it clear that she was completely uncompromising.

Tangning was probably the one who suffered the most from Gu Weijing's matter. Lao Yang didn't know what the others were thinking.

Lin Tao seemed to like Gu Weijing quite a bit.

It is worth pondering whether Lin Tao knows that there is no hope of taking over and wants to find another way.

Although the remaining two did not express their opinions.

Lao Yang put it in for himself and felt that even if they were not close disciples to begin with, hehe, the successful first-class master would suddenly be happy to have a young boy of the same generation as them.

What about the spotlight that Fenrun puts on himself?
None of these people can save money. If they unite to reach an agreement on Gu Weijing, even if Mr. Cao likes that kid no matter how much he likes it, it may be difficult to do so.

"No, not so..." Lao Yang said with a smile.

"Of course, as for, 'He represents the future of our industry,' in my impression, even to a few of us, even when I won the award at the Shanghai Biennale, the teacher never said such important words, haha , this is really outrageous.”

Tangning sneered.

There was no smile in her eyes, but seriousness.

"The old man should understand that if he says something like this in his capacity, he will be misunderstood by reporters if he is not careful. An eighteen-year-old child represents the future of the industry? If my teacher is a little calmer , he knew what a bad decision he had made."

"When the disease was in trouble, we juniors didn't help the old man clean up the matter. Could it be that the day Mr. Cao really slapped his head and accepted a little liar who was old enough to be his great-grandson to do this? Do you only come out to wipe your butt when the big joke comes out!"

Lao Yang didn't even dare to laugh.

But he really didn't dare to get out of the way.

It seems that he is really ready to stay here and be the door god for one night.

Lao Yang only hoped that Mr. Cao came to Salzburg just to escape the quietness. The reporters probably haven't noticed this yet. Tonight, there should be no paparazzi taking candid photos on the street.

Otherwise the fun would be really great.

"If I had realized that the teacher was so confused, I would have swam to Yangon even if I had to swim to tell the teacher not to make this ridiculous bet."

Tangning stared at the room behind Lao Yang and said coldly.

"Teacher, this is the end of the world, and you are acting in the opposite direction."

"Well said! Dare to say whatever you think. This is the Xiao Ning who grew up in front of me."

A somewhat hoarse but still powerful voice sounded from behind the door.

(End of this chapter)