Almighty painter

Chapter 470 Value Investment

"I can't tell you how many times in my life I have experienced collectors asking me to reserve or request works."

Cao Xuan couldn't help but sigh with a strange expression.

"But asking for other people's works in front of me is really a rare experience. Although I admire this guy Gu very much, my mood is still a bit complicated."

"That's right, that's right. We Easterners are very particular about going to the mountains to worship Buddha, and we have to worship the real Buddha. Mr. Cao is right next to you. Ms. Irina, you must not miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"

Lao Yang suddenly squeezed over, nodded his head, and hurriedly suggested.

A good horse with a good saddle, no matter what level of collector collects the paintings.

Cao Xuan is right next to you!

Mr. Cao has announced that he will close his pen and will no longer sell any works to the outside world, but in the face of this world-famous heir to a large collection family.

Judging from the tone, it might not be a big deal to make an exception.

Say.

Even if there are ready-made works, there are still many.

In terms of meaning, charm and form, no painting is better than the "Wisteria Flowers" painted by the child in front of me.

My dear Ms. Anna Elena, please clear your mind!

Never pick up the sesame seeds and lose the watermelon.

Nonono, turn your face and look at it, yes, the works of the skinny old man next to you, that is what a person of your status should ask for.

Come on, speak boldly.

Let’s leave the painting of this kid Gu Weijing to our brother Yang!
Anna didn't know that Lao Yang was applauding her loudly in his heart, and shook his head slightly in confusion.

"But you are also particular about your eyesight when looking at paintings, right?"

"If Mr. Cao Xuan makes an exception for me, it would be too much of a favor. I am afraid that I will not be able to control myself and be bribed, so I will say good things for you in the comments. This painting is just right. I like its petals, which seem to be layered step by step. Vibrating scales.”

Cao Xuan nodded.

"Strictly speaking, the first painting in my life was sold to a reporter from Shenbao who was interviewing my teacher. I met him on the street and exchanged it for two bunches of candied haws and a sugar painting. "I wanted to look for that painting later, just to see that gentleman again, wasn't he?" The old man said with a smile, "It's a pity that it was lost during the war."

"If Gu Weijing knew that the first painting in his life was favored by you, Miss Anna, this starting point might be so high that even he couldn't believe it. This is the value you just said to him. invest?"

"No, this is what you said, just liking the painting for its beauty. It has nothing to do with whose value it is invested in or whether it appreciates in value."

"I will like such a painting, no matter whether it happens to be painted by a young man whom you, Mr. Cao, value."

Anna thought for a while.

"Since he hasn't made his official debut yet, it's not appropriate for me to give him more or less, so I won't give him any money."

"Giving it to you for free? The dignified Miss Elena is so domineering?"

Mr. Cao couldn't help but laugh.

"If that poor kid knows this, he probably expects you, a rich man, to sign a very 'grand' check. Given his family background, just a grain of sand between your fingers will be enough." He’s been having fun for a year.”

Money.

It really doesn't matter.

As Anna said, it is not appropriate to give too much or too little.

Buying a painting in a gallery, no matter how expensive it is, is a transaction where everyone gets what they want.

But now the offer is too much, and Gu Weijing owes a big favor even before he debuted.

Perhaps for most art practitioners, being able to connect with the Irina family and owe this young lady a favor is something that can only make them laugh out of their dreams.

Mozart, Tchaikovsky, Titian, Liszt, Rousseau, Balzac...this list of artists and writers.

Their life paths are all about being with generous rich women, widows, and princesses.

Thereby making a successful debut and reaching the pinnacle of life.

This is the standard template for European artists.

Don't be upset, being able to eat soft rice is a real skill that makes people famous.

The rich woman is there. If you want to be jealous, go and eat one.

However, doing favors is about providing help in times of need rather than icing on the cake.

Now that the other party is obviously valued by Mr. Cao, and there is a glittering Qingyun Avenue at his feet, he may not be willing to owe another favor with a large sum of money.

No matter what career path Cao Xuan set for him.

If Miss Elena took out her wallet in front of him and hit someone with money, it would be like picking a peach.

If you give less, you might as well not give it at all.

In fact, nothing else.

To be picked up and collected by Miss Elena is a very meaningful thing, a very high starting point for career, and a recognized honor.

This thing is just like holding an exhibition with Tang Ning. It will be a value multiplier for newcomers in the future.

There are many galleries in the world who are willing to pay extra money and want to put the painter's works signed by them into the collection room of Irina's family, so as to put some money on their faces.

They don’t want it yet!

Having said that, Cao Xuan couldn't help but want to tease this domineering, yet extremely cute girl.

It is a unique pleasure for the elderly.

It is difficult for others to judge Cao Xuan's age by his appearance.

His old white hair is loose, his fairy spirit is fluttering, and he has returned to his original nature. People can always see the childlike innocence in Cao Xuan's eyes, like an old pine sprouting new buds in spring.

It is also difficult for others to judge Anna's age by her temperament.

Like a bright spring light, she absorbs and covers all the colors around her, breaking through all illusions.

Bright and illusory, yet quiet and solemn.

Sometimes, people who are scorched by this beam of light can't help but lower their heads, like the remaining snow melting and retreating under the spring light. They can't stand such beauty, nor can they bear the majesty that comes out of the clouds and smoke of a hundred years of history.

Occasionally, this beam of light will weaken slightly, so spring rain, spring flowers, spring Xi, spring fun... these warm metaphors will appear on her body.

The youthful feeling of a twenty-year-old girl will jump out from the light and shadow.

When the two of them stand together, it's like a ray of spring light hitting an old pine, always producing a wonderful chemical reaction.

Even Mr. Cao's wrinkled heart became fond of joking.

"Yes, I won't give you the money. You can give it to me on behalf of this young man."

"Oh?"

Miss Anna showed a narrow and playful smile on her face, "Old sir, I know that you didn't tell me the truth about some questions in the interview just now. In view of this..."

She tilted her head and said, "It's quite necessary to bribe me appropriately. Come to think of it, what do you think?" "What an exquisite answer."

Cao Xuan put his palms together and smiled.

gradually.

The smile turned into a laugh.

Not only does Anna seldom smile, but Cao Xuan also has a sense of majesty, which is scary to the younger generation.

Lao Yang discovered that in just a few hundred minutes.

Excluding the sad memories in the middle, Mr. Cao laughed more often than usual in a week or two.

"Miss Elena, you never give me a chance to refuse you." He said with a laugh.

"Then I take it that you agree?" Anna blinked.

"I originally thought about bringing "Wisteria Flowers" over and giving it to someone, but since she didn't have enough calmness to accept the painting, indeed, I don't know what to do with it. My The house is already full of paintings. It would be a pity to put such works in boxes, since..."

"Old man!"

Wait, don't be impulsive!
Lao Yang's throat couldn't help but gurgled.

He was about to explode with jealousy.

If Miss Elena is really upset, she can sign a check for half a million euros or something and buy this painting.

Lao Yang admitted it.

Just like the chief steward of a high-ranking official's family in ancient times, he managed to save a few hundred taels of silver throughout the year and planned to go to a brothel to have a good time and have a private drink with the courtier he had been waiting for all year. Wine and stuff.

If you happen to meet the son of a noble official, you can raise a handful of silver coins in your hand and take away the person you like in front of your eyes.

That's it.

What else can be done except looking at each other affectionately with tearful eyes.

Who gave me a good pregnancy?
But since it's free of charge, why can she, Miss Elena, get it, but Brother Yang can't?

My heart is too unbalanced.

Mr. Cao turned his head and gave him a strange look.

Lao Yang's heart froze and he smiled coquettishly, "Why don't you ask Miss Elena to look at the paintings of other disciples and then talk about it. In case they..."

"No need. It's a rare opportunity. Besides, they are all signed by the gallery. If the collector wants to buy it, just buy it directly. There is no need to send it here and there."

Cao Xuan waved his hand, ignored Lao Yang, and signaled to Miss Elena.

"You can take it away. Understanding Eastern aesthetics starts with this painting, which can be regarded as making the best use of it."

Anna felt that Cao Xuan's personal assistant looked at her a little strangely.

Fortunately, Miss Elena has long been accustomed to the feeling of being stared at wherever she goes, so she doesn't care.

She thanked Mr. Cao.

He walked to the living room with a cane, opened the door, and said a few words to the housekeeper who was waiting there.

Butler Adlar walked into the room and took the rolled scroll from Lao Yang's hand.

He didn't take the scroll away from the opponent's hand at the first time, which was a bit confusing.

"Sir, this?"

"It's okay, you... just take it away and take care of it regularly. The humidity environment of Chinese paintings is different from that of oil paintings."

Lao Yang let go of his hand and looked at the scroll of "Wisteria Flowers" with infinite sadness like a minotaur, and was put into the back compartment of the Rolls-Royce by the butler.

He seemed to see the sailing yacht filled with blond girls with slender waists and long legs, wearing bikinis, loosening its moorings and drifting on the sparkling Mediterranean Sea, gradually moving away from him.

Teacher Yang’s heart aches!
He should have waited until Tang Ning left before making a request to Mr. Cao. He was so stupid. Really, he didn't know that the aloof Miss Irina would come to snatch his paintings!
Anna didn't leave or get into a wheelchair.

She stood by the door with her cane propped up, looking at Cao Xuan: "In the social salon held at Chopin's former residence in 1833, Countess Marie Dagu heard an unprecedented and delicate interpretation of Mozart's music. Liszt's "Memories of Don Juan", full of brilliant skills, jumping and witty vibrato, seemed to take her through time and space, entering an unprecedented musical time and space. This was something the Countess, who was familiar with solemn religious classical music, had never encountered before. . He won the other party's love with his works. It is said that——"

"In return and gratitude, Countess Marie d'Agou took off her corsage and threw it to the pianist who was giving a salute after playing. That was the starting point of their story."

Miss Elena half-leaned on the door frame and said regretfully.

"Unfortunately, I didn't wear a corsage today. But our family is traditional Catholic."

She reached out and took off a slender chain from around her neck.

With his hands stretched out, his knees slightly bent, and his head lowered, Jesus emerged from the snow-white skin covered by his collar.

It was a Latin cross.

Antique crosses have always been a symbol of the highest skill in the hands of old-fashioned European jewelers.

This one is even more of a treasure.

It is an almost luxurious accessory that looks luxurious at first glance.

The whole body is made of gold, with a full circle of rubies and emeralds inlaid around the cross, and a pearl hanging below.

It adopts the old-fashioned style.

"It once belonged to my grandma's cousin. It was rumored to be the personal property of an archbishop named Giulio during the Renaissance. It was later restored and inlaid twice. Of course, I have always felt that this golden chain has nothing to do with my skin color. It doesn’t quite match. However, as a simple gift, it should be quite commemorative.”

Anna took the small silk bag handed by the housekeeper.

Put this cross in it.

"Then... let's give this to the creator of this painting. His name is Gu Weijing, right? Maybe I have a connection with him. I always feel that this name sounds familiar."

Anna stretched out her hand and handed it to Cao Xuan.

"Oh, it's so valuable. This is not the same concept as what you said without paying a penny." Cao Xuan was a little surprised.

He didn't let Lao Yang take over. He took the small silk bag himself and put it in his pocket.

This cross is worth at least 20,000 euros in a pawn shop.

But it makes sense as a gift.

It cannot be measured by a mere 20,000 euros.

"I'll pass it on to him for you."

"No, this is not money to buy a painting. I once offended a very good painter with money humiliation in an online chat, and I have always deeply regretted it. This is just a way of thanking him for being my Chinese painting enlightenment teacher."

Miss Elena smiled calmly. "It has pearls and jade. Just like what you described, a luminous pearl, a jade in your hand. Although the pearls don't glow at night and there's only a little bit of jade, it's quite suitable for the occasion."

"Mr. Cao Xuan, as a young man you value, how can I be short of a check? This is my value investment in him."

Anna showed a smart smile.

(End of this chapter)