Almighty painter

Chapter 461 Visit
Tangning was by the fireplace, silently looking at the paintings on the wall for a long time.

"Our paths are different. Our styles are also different. There is no use in accepting it, so let's forget it."

at last.

She also gave her final answer.

"My paintings are mine, and his paintings are his."

"That thing, Teacher Tang doesn't want it, I want it, I want it!" Lao Yang almost shouted this in his heart, but he saw the expressions on the faces of the master and the apprentice.

He didn't dare to say anything.

Cao Xuan once hoped that his disciple's career would be as unstoppable as an unsheathed sword.

Under the light at this moment, the expression on Tangning's face really looked like a sword with a cold light shining in Lao Yang's eyes.

Sharp and cold.

He could obviously push himself by moving his fingers.

But if it was a letter written by Mr. Cao himself.

Tangning said coldly, "With a child who is more favored, you don't need to know about me, a female disciple who doesn't like you. Just like this letter, was this letter dictated by the teacher and ghostwritten by you?"

She stared at Lao Yang and glanced at the letter on the coffee table that Cao Xuan wanted to give her when he started.

Cao Xuan said nothing more.

Cao Xuan didn't hold back, but asked quietly towards the wall.

Lao Yang said hurriedly.

That's why she said, "I won't scold myself any more."

With the determination to never regret the decisions you make.

The old man seemed to be really tired. He lowered his head little by little and closed his eyes slightly.

She picked up one of her Hermès handbags, turned around, and walked toward the door.

"Teacher, you have the heart of a saint with the world in mind. You talked about love on the podium, and told me about kindness and kindness. Of course you have love for Gu Weijing, and you do not hesitate to praise him in front of the whole world as representing the next generation. In the future, I will not hesitate to lose my face to him and write him a message. But... where is the love you gave me? "

Then it is naturally more personal and more merciless words of instruction, that is, pure criticism.

"Xiao Ning, after I received the painting, I wrote a message and gave it to him." The taut strings of the old huqin hidden in the old man's voice were unable to loosen.

She didn't even have room to say no.

There are no more than three things.

If it were done by Lao Yang.

"Dear teacher, do I need a letter that talks about truth?"

It happened that at this point in time, the teacher actually came up with the idea of ​​recruiting another disciple, in order to deprive her of the halo of being a closed disciple. In just a few words, she cut down half of the booths in a personal exhibition that could bring her a large source of funds. , and all the monetary gains go out.

Tangning desperately needed fame and money.

The content will naturally be more tactful, and there may also be some information on how to make amends for her "Looking into the Wilderness" painting exhibition, or about official favors.

"That's just those things. It doesn't matter whether you look at it or not. I won't scold myself." Tangning smiled.

The woman's tone was sad.

It won't make much money, but at least it can increase some visibility and influence.

Tangning really knew her teacher very well.

Tangning said coldly.

Tangning paused.

Doesn't Cao Xuan know this?

Tangning smiled mockingly.

"Do you know what I wrote?"

Somewhat hoarse and vague.

Her voice was as cold as ice.

But this year was supposed to be the starting point for her artistic career to take off!
She had been gestating for ten years and preparing for ten years before she got this opportunity to turn a cocoon into a butterfly and leap over the dragon's gate.

"After seeing this painting, I understand what the teacher means. I will go back to London tomorrow."

"Xiao Ning, why has it come to this?"

"I guess it's a compliment to him."

"You have always known what I need most right now, right?"

The smile was a bit mean.

"No, Mr. Cao wrote it himself. He wrote it all night in the study."

The teacher talked about Gu Weijing for so long.

For example, Mr. Cao used his connections to contact several well-known Eastern Xia painting masters to participate in her London art exhibition, and "recycled" half of the promised booth.

She is going back.

She now has a funding gap of at least several million euros.

Instead of listening to the teacher's scolding.

Why not make a few more phone calls to wealthy friends before [CDX & Downing Gallery] fails to raise funds and declares bankruptcy before opening? Maybe we can get millions of pounds of investment. .

She pushed open the door.

The figure disappeared into the deep Austrian night.

Lao Yang looked at his watch, took his coat from the hanger, and followed him out.

Next to the empty fireplace, only the old man with a cane was left.

Cao Xuan didn't seem to notice the female student's departure, he just stared at the wisteria flowers in front of him quietly.

half an hour.

The old man said softly to himself.

"The sun sets and the journey is far away, the sun sets and the journey is far away..."

He closed his eyes, as if he were an old tree that was slowly withering due to old age.
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Tangning stood at the gray doorstep of the house, taking a deep breath of the cold evening air.

Under the pale moonlight, Salzburg's ancient neighborhoods and undulating light-yellow brick buildings, coupled with the flowing sound of the piano, seemed a bit desolate.

She looked at the itinerary on the taxi app, took out the lipstick from her pocket, and lightly touched up her makeup.

"Teacher Tang, walk slowly and be careful at night."

The UBER taxi stopped in front of her, and Lao Yang opened the door for her in a very stupid manner.

Tangning did not get in the car immediately.

She stood quietly for a moment, but couldn't help but turn her head and glance at Lao Yang.

"Um... what is the content of what the teacher wrote to Gu Weijing?"

Lao Yang hesitated for a moment, then said in a somewhat sarcastic tone, "I can't remember clearly, it seems..."

"to be honest."

"The luminous pearls do not have to come from the Mengjin River. The abundant jade does not have to be collected from the Kunlun Mountains. Thousands of rocks compete for beauty, and thousands of valleys contend with the flow, but they must stand out."

pat.

The lipstick in my hand was applied too hard, and the lipstick cap bounced off my fingertips.

The metal cap bounced a few times on the doorstep and disappeared into the lawn.

Tangning didn't even look at it.

Thousands of rocks compete for beauty, and thousands of valleys compete with each other, but they stand out - this is how to describe Gu Kaizhi. He... In a sense, he is the first generation head of the Eastern Xia Painting Sect.

From the deepest part of her heart, what Tang Ning has been thinking about for so many years, isn't it the teacher who can say this comment to her?

If you slightly remove the word "but want", it can be said to be Tang Ning's dream.

right now,

This sentence was spoken, but the target was not her.

Is there anything more depressing than this in the world?
For a moment, her eyes looked fragile like a child who was at a loss and whose hands had been let go by an adult, but this feeling of weakness passed in a flash and turned into a fire full of jealousy.

Pooh!
Tangning gritted her teeth, got into the back seat of the car, and slammed the rear door. "Such a proud person is really hurt today!"

Lao Yang stared at the Uber car lights disappearing and muttered something.

The joys and sorrows of each person are not the same.

Tang Ning may be depressed, but Lao Yang is not depressed at all. Instead, he can't help but excitedly pounding the abacus in his stomach.

"Wisteria Flower Picture" Tangning didn't like it, but she liked it.

Tangning waved her sleeves and left.

Isn’t our Lao Yang’s opportunity here?

Lao Yang is a very measured person at work.

Otherwise, as Mr. Cao's personal assistant, in fact, he only needs to speak, even if he is one of the top twenty painters on the Hurun Report.

Rely on favors.

After all, it was not difficult to give him Teacher Yang's paintings for free.

But he knew that it was because of Mr. Cao's affection, so he was very smart and never took advantage of this kind of fake power.

Once the favor is used, it is gone.

You have to learn to "have something to spare".

Don’t take advantage of small advantages. If you want to take advantage, you have to hold back and take advantage of big ones.

When a boy sits in front of the largest Bodhisattva in the art world and burns incense from other temples, wouldn’t he be a fool who seeks the far away instead of the near?

Lao Yang had already worked hard and planned to work faithfully by Cao Xuan's side for ten years, so he directly asked for a piece of the old man's calligraphy.

Mr. Cao is an emotional person and will most likely not refuse.

Have better luck.

If you reward him with a larger painting, his ten years' salary will come out directly.

Now, Lao Yang thinks he can speak a little now.

This "Wisteria Flower Picture" had potential but was not worth much. Tangning didn't want it yet because it was just right.

It won't kill the incense by asking for too much, but it can also give full hope of appreciation.

It shouldn't be difficult to find a suitable opportunity to speak.

"Xiao Gu, come on, Mr. Cao's painting is our old Yang's big seaside villa, and the small yacht attached to the villa for him and his sister to go out to sea. You, Brother Yang, are relying on you!"

Lao Yang smiled as he thought about it, feeling that he was really a good planner!
……

The Uber taxi drove out of the neighborhood and sped onto the highway.

"Thousands of rocks compete for beauty, and thousands of valleys compete for currents. A single beauty stands out...Thousands of rocks compete for beauty, and thousands of valleys compete for currents...Thousands of rocks..."

Tang Ning sat silently in the back row, a cold voice seemed to echo in her mind, repeating the teacher's comments to Gu Weijing.

Every time the voice reads it, the jealousy burning in my heart becomes stronger.

The fever caused her to toss and turn in her seat, feeling like she was sitting on pins and needles without the bearing of a great artist.

Until there were bright car lights in the opposite lane, which stung her eyes.

"Oh!"

The driver, who was a little sleepy after driving the taxi at night, couldn't help but whistle loudly.

Austria is mountainous, with historic old towns and narrow roads.

So although Germany next door is famous for the production of high-horsepower executive-class cars, the roads here are generally dominated by various Golfs, Beetles, Mercedes-Benz A-Class, and Japanese compact cars.

There are even some bumpy and weathered old cars produced in the 90s on the road.

There are very few cars on the road at night.

Occasionally, there are one or two vehicles with dim halogen headlights flashing, driving past the mountain roads in the distance, like sky lanterns fluttering in the dark night.

suddenly.

The road ahead was lit up by a series of lights, like a tide rolling along the road. The entire road was illuminated by brilliant silver light.

That is the effect of the geometric multi-beam laser headlights of a Mercedes-Benz G-class off-road vehicle with a height of nearly two meters.

It is a tactical vehicle used by many German and Austrian military police special service departments. Its headlights can illuminate nearly a kilometer of road. The designer even used a computer program to automatically turn off the lamp beads that partially illuminate the opposite lane when merging cars. To prevent burning the eyes of drivers in the opposite lane.

The off-road vehicle lighting up the road turned out to be just the leader of the convoy.

There are three Mercedes-Benz G63s in a row, with a graceful Rolls-Royce sandwiched in the middle, and then followed by a Mercedes-Benz GLS at the rear.

This string of expensive road machines criss-crossed majestically from the opposite lane.

The red taillights are as beautiful as the neon glow.

Tangning turned her head and followed the convoy that had disappeared in the direction it came from, without looking back for a long time.

"It's so majestic and rich, isn't it, ma'am? These five cars combined can't even be purchased for 100 million euros."

The young man driving the Uber saw Tangning's actions in the rearview mirror and shrugged his shoulders in understanding.

Tangning turned her head and ignored the driver.

Sit there and think.

She didn't go to look at the cars. Her focus was not on how much the fleet was worth, but on the license plate number.

As the vehicles were passing each other, Tangning noticed that the license plate of the Rolls-Royce in the middle was not a number.

It is a customized special license plate.

【G·lgemlde (Oil Painting)】

Obviously.

There is only one place in Austria that uses such a license plate.

"A car with oil paintings? Is the passenger in the car Sir Brown or Miss Elena? It's most likely the latter."

Tang Ning was thinking about it.

He was actually able to meet the person who had just donated five billion US dollars and stirred up the art scene on the road.

and many more.

This is definitely not a coincidence, there is no such thing as a coincidence.

Tang Ning remembered that she saw the snacks and red wine that her grandma was preparing on the coffee table in the living room of the teacher's residence.

She suddenly realized that it might not be for her.

Tonight, Miss Elena is going to visit Mr. Cao. Lao Yang just came out and was waiting at the door to welcome this distinguished guest.

"It's just that I'm too sentimental."

Tangning curled her lips angrily.

She felt a little regretful. If she had known earlier, she shouldn't have left Cao Xuan so angrily.

Miss Irina is currently a popular star in the news field. It is probably not an exaggeration to say that she has been the "number one sister" in the entire art world in the past two months.

Tang Ning is also considered a prominent figure.

But compared with Miss Elena, there is a difference in status between Xiao Yanzi and the Queen.

Even Sir Brown was so anxious that he invited Anna, who had just been driven away, back to serve as the manager of the oil painting column.

Now is the time when you need connections the most.

And the only people who could see Anna during this period were people of Gagosian's level.

She only raised glasses and said hello to each other from a distance at a cocktail party in Glitz.

Want a private meeting?
Sorry, who are you? Elvis Presley is waiting eagerly to ask Anna to be his personal model.

Dear, take your time to make an appointment and queue up.

Tangning didn't expect that such a good opportunity to expand her network would slip away right in front of her eyes.

She hesitated whether to ask the taxi driver to turn around and go back.

Thinking about the conversation she had just had with Mr. Cao, she still couldn't open her mouth.

(End of this chapter)