Almighty painter

Chapter 486 Obstacle
"Teacher Cui? Teacher Cui, the media area is ready."

five minutes later.

The planner had arranged the next short interview and returned to the shooting location with the business card of the Kassel Biennale curator found in the car.

He looked around, and a puzzled look suddenly appeared on his face.

Huh?
Where is their artistic advisor?
Where Cui Xuanyou was just now, the bald artist disappeared.

There was only one photographer standing there, holding a Nikon camera with the data compartment opened in his left hand, and a handful of colorful euros in his right hand, with a look of disbelief on his face.

It looks like it has been messed up in the wind.

"What's going on, where is Teacher Cui? What are you doing?"

The planner asked in surprise.

"No...don't know."

Opposite is an emotionless voice response mailbox reading a manuscript.

The rear-mounted engine bursts out with nearly 450 horsepower in the steady and powerful roar unique to the horizontally opposed six-cylinder engine.

He looked at the camera in the cameraman's hand, then looked up into the distance. At this moment, he couldn't even see Cui Xuanyou's back.

"Uh... to be precise, he ran away."

These great painters have such crazy skills, they are so fucking neurotic.

"It's me, you're at home, right?" Cui Xuanyou said.

The photographer recalled the bald man running under the sunset with a memory card and taking out his car keys from his coat pocket.

"Hello, this is Leonie, please indicate your purpose of coming."

The planner was stunned.

He stared at the banknotes in his hand, wondering whether he should be happy about this windfall.

"I'm at home, but I'm also creating. If it's not absolutely necessary, we have an agreement that we should call our respective assistants, right."

The person sitting in the driving seat of the Porsche is not a young man, but he is really restless now.

The GT silver Porsche Carrera turned into a silvery sheen under the setting sun that was about to sink into the ground.

The photographer shrugged and responded with the same confusion, "Who should I ask? He just asked me to say sorry to you, it was urgent, and left."

"Yes, I didn't say anything. Maybe this is the way artists behave. How can they explain it to us?"

The conduct style of this consultant, Mr. Cui, is really unpredictable.

There was a hint of impatience in the woman's voice.

"Could it be that... we photographed a UFO today?"
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Berlin's A116 highway runs from the city center to the northeastern suburbs.

Suddenly distracted by the plan, he turned to look at the reporters waiting in the interview area on one side, and then looked at the business card in his hand.

The vehicles in the fast lane ahead noticed the high-speed approaching in their rearview mirrors. They looked like giant frogs lying low on the road, as if they were flying close to the ground. They all turned on their turn signals and turned to the right. Merge with the lane on the other side to avoid it.

He muttered to himself uncertainly, feeling that he might have guessed the only reliable answer.

The call was answered.

What is this?

"Let's go!" The planner was stunned, "That's all! Nothing else?"

After a few seconds.

The whole person is not well.

Only a few young people with restless blood would increase the speed to such an exciting level.

"By the way, before he left, he gave me the money in his wallet, and then took away the camera's memory card... about five hundred euros."

A female voice with no fluctuations in German came from the microphone, and her tone was as indifferent as a stranger.

Even though more than 60% of Germany's highways have no speed limit, such fast cars are not very common on the road.

After a few seconds.

The speed pointer on the car's speedometer has climbed to the red mark of nearly 190 kilometers per hour.

Cui Xuanyou passed by a Volvo S60. Seeing that the road conditions ahead were better, he distractedly pressed the call button on the steering wheel.

a long time.

He turned the joystick, selected a phone number marked [wife] on the multimedia dashboard connected to the Bluetooth of his mobile phone, and clicked call.

If it weren't for the sound of the adapter on the phone and Cui Xuanyou being very familiar with his wife.

The silver light quickly passed by their car and disappeared into the dusk.

Unexpectedly, this man moved coquettishly and reached his waist.

Unfortunately, he just thought that this Teacher Cui was one of the more normal-minded artists.

Otherwise, most people would doubt in a daze that the call was not connected.

"He ran pretty fast! There must be something going on at home."

Cui Xuanyou's wife is not a housewife.

The other party is also an artist.

The artist group is like most social groups. It is very common for insiders to associate and get married.

Several of Picasso's wives and lovers were female pioneering artists or students at his art academy. Uncle Sakai’s wife is also an independent designer.

but.

The vast majority of art workers who work as husband and wife teams have obvious priorities in terms of division of labor in the family and status as husband and wife.

In the past, many women gave up their careers after getting married.

Even if not.

His own glory was also obscured by the more powerful party.

They are remembered more as accessories such as Dali's wife, Picasso's lover, and Uncle Sakai's wife.

Mrs. Sakai is such a strong person that she refused to change her surname after getting married.

Before Issei Sakai became famous, he even relied on his wife to feed him. He still did not escape this category.

At home, Uncle Sakai is very well-behaved and easy to control.

As for outside occasions, Uncle Sakai is actually the main one.

Cui Xuanyou and his wife are quite rare in the type where men and women each occupy half of the sky.

Whether it is status in the family or achievement or status in the art world, he and his wife Leonie are 50-50 equal.

His wife had a background in realistic oil painting, and instead of signing up for a gallery, she went to work in an art museum.

Last year she was the deputy director and director of the Scharf-Gerstenberg Museum in Berlin. She is a very successful woman.

Such a professional level makes even Mrs. Sakai envious.

However, the fact that both parties have equally made great achievements in the art industry does not mean that the two people must have a happy relationship and a common language.

The relationship between Cui Xuanyou and his wife has always been quite cold.

Ok.

For an eccentric couple who live under the same roof, most of the time they talk to each other through their son all day long, and they usually have to contact each other's assistant and secretary even to make a phone call.

The word "cold" is really quite polite to describe it.

Express your true emotions from the bottom of your heart.

Cui Xuanyou's feeling - this old witch is so damn annoying, why the hell didn't she go out and get hit by a car?
When two people could get married, there must have been some passion and love.

So what?

Not every loving couple is each other’s Mr.right, and not every love can lead to eternity.

From a statistical sample perspective.

Only the few among the few can truly find their soul mate.

Love is like a jar of mead made with primitive freehand methods, sealed and in questionable hygienic conditions.

Seal all the passion, hormones, momentary heartbeat, brainless fanaticism, exchange of interests, worldly cunning...all the miscellaneous things together and bury them under the roots of the tree for more than ten years. After digging it out again.

What turns into pure and sweet amber liquor is miracle, what evaporates into a vat of dull and boring gray liquid is life.

It is a blessing that it has not turned into a nest of snakes, insects, rats, and ants.

Over the years, the love that might have existed between him and Leonie has completely evaporated.

The divorce rate in Germany is relatively low in Europe, but in Berlin it has exceeded 50% in recent years, and people are getting divorced almost every day.

In the art world, this is more normal than breathing.

The shelf life of Picasso's love is as short as the flowering period of roses.

From being crazy about hooking up with a girl to describing her as a lustful devil, he probably only had a few months on average.

If a couple can maintain a relationship for five years, they are considered a model couple in the industry.

More than ten years is like a miracle.

Uncle Sakai and his wife have lived happily for so many years from the bottom of their hearts. This is a rarity among major overseas artists, but it is not lower than Sakai's nine-digit net worth.

Cui Xuanyou often couldn't figure out why he hadn't divorced in all these years.

Leonie is a typical German girl who likes beer, bread, and high-calorie sausages.

When I was young, I was quite hot.

When you get older, you become what is called "the shelf life has expired" and become a Germanic aunt.

His thighs are no thinner than his.

He is fat, troublesome, arrogant, a workaholic, and frigid.

With Cui Xuanyou's conditions as a great artist, if he gets divorced and returns to the life of a golden bachelor, he will be able to live a happy life, okay?

Many people in the industry do not want to divorce because of the issues of alimony and property division.

When their family got divorced, it was hard to say who took advantage of whom.

But Cui Xuanyou just didn't want to.

He couldn't bear to leave his son.

When his son was four years old, he completed the slightly green but graceful painting on canvas, which he named "Flying Fairy by the Waterside".

Cui Xuanyou knew it.

The best works in his life will never be those in CDX Gallery, but Cui Xiaoming.

He is simply a vessel for greatness.

His son is the amazing and great flower of the times that blooms in the container.

That small canvas is filled with infinite possibilities.

He was unwilling to lose the opportunity to carry and raise this world-famous bud that was destined to be seen once in a century, even if there was only such a possibility.

He couldn't afford to take such a risk.

Legend has it that Sima Yi of the Eastern Jin Dynasty spent his whole life calculating and scheming, and beat all his enemies to death, but he couldn't deal with his wife Zhang Chunhua. He always said to everyone "The old woman deserves to die, she's so annoying."

However, Zhang Chunhua obeyed Sima Yi. Sima Yi lamented to the people around him - "The old thing is disgusting, and it is not a pity to die. I am so worried about my ears!"

The old guy is hateful, his face is hateful, and he wants to die, but I am just worried that I am worried about the unhappiness of such an awesome Qilin'er.

So I had to endure it.

Every time Cui Xuanyou recalled this sentence he saw when he was studying in Dongxia, he burst into tears and felt like a confidant.

He knows.

In fact - his wife probably thinks of him the same way in her heart.

"Find a quiet place with no one else around you, or use an outside speaker. Do as I say, and trust me, I'd be more reluctant to call you if it wasn't something really important. I'm here Hannah didn’t even contact her partners, so she ran back.”

Cui Xuanyou said, holding the steering wheel that was a little heavy due to the high speed, passing a cold chain truck next to him.

"Hold on."

The wife's tone on the phone was slightly impatient, but the sound of movement was still heard.

After a while, the background sound of Beethoven's "Ode to Joy" in the studio environment was no longer heard, and Leonie's voice came again.

This time it was a voice speaking into the microphone.

"Come on, hurry up. I have an online meeting to arrange for an art exhibition later. You'd better be there in five minutes—"

"Someone wants to steal Xiao Ming's way."

Cui Xuanyou used the simplest sentence and took less than two seconds to interrupt his wife's complaint.

The receiver went quiet.

No one spoke for a moment.

The only noise in the cabin was the tire noise of the Porsche's sports tires quickly pressing over the asphalt highway.

"Who? Tell me clearly."

The wife's voice was still calm, but suddenly it seemed to become colder.

"Gu Weijing - I don't have his detailed information. It is said that Ma Shi Gallery has signed a pre-agency contract with him. You can turn on your computer and go to the official website to check it out. I will call my friend at Ma Shi later to ask, but this None of it matters. The key thing is that I learned that he will participate in the Singapore Biennale this year, and someone sent me the works he prepared for the exhibition. "

"Singapore Biennale? There is a lot of attention this year."

"Yes, and I've seen it. I think it's not bad. There is a lot of possibility of winning awards and becoming an instant hit. We all know what this means. He is now eighteen years old and is in the same class as Xiao Ming. He is a contemporary painter, but he is much younger than his son and is said to have a good background.”

Cui Xuanyou slowed down and turned off the highway.

"Someone leaked his exhibition works to you? Did he offend someone?"

My wife is also a practitioner in the art circle.

There are too many underhanded tactics.

She did not dwell on the source of this information and immediately grasped the key to the problem.

"However, I don't care about this. Are you sure your painting is good? How good is it? Do you have the manuscript of the other party's painting?"

"You can take a look for yourself later. The other person was very cautious in what he said, and what he sent was a photo that would disappear after reading, but I still managed to take a photo. The work is very interesting, um... to put it more bluntly, painting It’s so good that I’m racing back.”

"understood."

The sound of footsteps came from the receiver again, and it looked like Leonie was pacing and thinking impatiently.

Cui Xuanyou did not rush.

He believed that if someone called him and told him that he had cheated on him and was fooling around outside.

My wife may not even frown.

But it is related to Cui Xiaoming's future.

This is the bottom line issue.

It's his bottom line, and it's also Leonie's bottom line.

Cui Xuanyou believes that his wife and he feel exactly the same about this issue. The two of them are more like mad scientist comrades doing research together than a normal couple.

When his own scientific research results are about to be published, he dreams of making a splash in the world and winning the Nobel Prize.

As a result, the "paper" was snatched away.

There is nothing more depressing than this.

He and Leonie will do everything they can to make sure this doesn't happen.

No matter who sent him the message, the other party achieved their goal.

There is only one brightest position, and that is the throne belonging to his son.

There is no way to give in on this matter.

"Singapore Biennale, right? Let me think about it and see if I can find someone to find out what's going on. However, since you have his drawings, you said I would find a way to contact the reporter and publish the drawings anonymously. He also Can I participate in the exhibition normally?”

the wife asked.

(End of this chapter)