Almighty painter

Chapter 490 Opponent
Cui Xuanyou was confused for a while.

What?
On the other hand, Leonie next to her saw this and gave her husband a short and powerful sneer without concealing it.

"But, Xiao Ming, um, this is Tang..."

Cui Xuanyou was stunned and stammered, trying to explain the stakes of this matter more clearly.

"No, this has nothing to do with us. Father, I understand what you want to say, and your meaning is very clear, but Cao Xuan's disciples fight as much or as little as they like, fighting to the death. Who wins and who loses? , let’s not get involved.”

"What are you doing here? Just play until death. Why bother."

Cui Xiaoming's tone when he interrupted his father was almost the same as his mother's.

Her voice sounded a little more rational than Leonie's indifference.

"Those who drown are all swimmers. You obviously know that the water here is very deep. Why do you rush in when you find that there is a way to do it? Based on this, you feel that it is possible but not possible. Are you able to make connections? Or is it because the fruit across the river is so beautiful and tempting that it makes you feel like you are being seduced by a poisonous snake's clever words? "

Cui Xuanyou was stunned for a while after being scolded by his son.

I don’t even know how to speak.

Of course he knew there was a lot of risk involved.

The resources that Gu Weijing has gathered after his death cannot be underestimated.

If there is any choice.

Cui Xuanyou has a crazy brain, so he would want to make a fuss about a young man like Cao Xuan, the son-in-law of a great painter.

If only he hadn't come to block his son's way.

Cui Xuanyou didn't say anything about getting down and riding on the opponent's horse.

But no matter how much you hate the other person in your heart, you can at most keep a respectful distance and walk around.

How much is face worth?

At his age, especially when his son is so promising.

He understands too well the importance of making more friends and fewer enemies.

But now - the struggle between Mr. Cao's disciples, the division of future artistic resources, and the competition between two young painters of the same generation who are like shadows... there are too many interests involved here.

It's too big.

It's not that he's obsessed.

But after much thought, he felt that there was no way out.

If you don't come to steal our son's way, you are the master.

But since everyone is walking the same narrow path, it is up to whoever runs faster to reach the finish line first.

Sorry about that.

He was willing to be killed and dared to pull the emperor off his horse.

No matter how old you are, if you dare to stand in the way of our son's future, I can only think about it and give him a quick kick at the right time.

Get you off the edge of the cliff.

It's best to make your professional life completely dead and never be able to turn around.

When he goes to bed at night, he can sleep peacefully and soundly.

The way of art must be fought for.

There's going to be a big fight.

Fight fiercely.

From ancient times to the present, the real golden crown has to be fought for.

This was the same job as the domes of the medieval archbishops' newly completed lavish churches.

The city of Florence is full of artists who paint religious paintings. There could be dozens or hundreds of them.

But there is only one opportunity to be the main writer.

Considering the scale of those important top religious buildings and the efficiency of engineering construction at that time, it would easily take several generations to build a cathedral.

So it will take decades, a hundred years, or even hundreds of years before there is such an opportunity.

You get it, you are Michelangelo, you are Raphael, you are Giotto, Masejo.

You are the master of art who has stood for thousands of years together with the white marble arches, carved alabaster, and dozens of feet high bronze decorations in the church.

You don't get it.

It is very likely that you will be submerged in the rolling dust of the world, and your artistic life and personal life will decay together. After a few decades, no one will remember you anymore.

Cui Xuanyou felt aggrieved.

He felt that his son did not understand his painstaking efforts at all.

Did he just want to be a bad guy?

Since we are destined to be fellow travelers in the "fateful battle", wouldn't it be more troublesome if the bigger the other party's background is and the more people are optimistic about the other party?

The opportunity is fleeting.

You have to hit people as early as possible, otherwise you will end up raising tigers.

Don't take advantage of the fact that this Gu Weijing has not yet made his official debut. Taking advantage of their family's resource advantage, they touched his lower back and stabbed him with a dagger.

He punched him to death with all his strength.

Do we have to wait until someone has become famous, is worth millions, and has mastered a magical skill before taking action?

Isn't that just stupid?

At that time, He Ping and his wife might not be able to get along.

"Xiao Ming."

Cui Xuanyou pursed his lips, "But... if you don't become enemies, how can you be friends?"

Cui Xiaoming didn't answer.

He just shifted his body's center of gravity backwards, with his right foot crossed on his left leg, and his left foot crossed on his right leg. He was as soft as if he had no bones, and he was in the posture of Vajra Meditation in Buddhism or yoga.

He used his index finger and thumb to pick out the small, half-melted ice cubes in the water glass, and gently picked it up. The ice crystals were quickly melted by his body temperature.

"friend?"

He pondered the word, staring at the ice cube in his hand that had turned into a puddle.

An inscrutable smile appeared on the man's delicately trimmed mustache.

"No, we probably won't be friends, but we're not enemies either...we're rivals."

Cui Xiaoming raised his fingers lightly and threw the melted ice water onto his father's forehead.

He is obviously still a young boy in his twenties.

This movement has a Zen feel like an enlightened monk.

It is as if Guanyin is sprinkling willow juice to enlighten all living beings.

"Father, do you still remember the monkey show we watched in Suzhou Park during the Spring Festival when I was young?" "Huh? What are you talking about?"

This topic jumps too quickly.

Cui Xuanyou obviously didn't have the aura to keep up with his son's thinking rhythm, and he touched the ice water on his bald head with a confused look on his face.

It looks exactly like a giant monkey that is being tricked and confused.

"The monkey artist will use some fruits and snacks to train the captured macaques, stand at attention, dance, pull a cart, climb a pole, do somersaults, dance with guns and sticks, jump through fire rings, walk on a balance beam... the whole process, The monkey was so busy that he was sweating profusely, and his hair was even burned by the fire ring. Maybe he could finally get a reward from his master, but it was just three melons and two dates. "

"The real reward, the biggest profit, has been taken away by the smiling craftsman next to me."

Cui Xiaoming smiled.

"Father, you are too anxious. The sudden appearance of a competitor has completely confused you, just like a monkey eager to jump into the fire ring after seeing a few walnuts. I think maybe a little cold water can help Clear your head."

"When you really calm down and carefully examine the cause and effect of this matter, you will find that secretly using shady cruelty to harm Gu Weijing... This matter is just like a monkey walking in a ring of fire."

The young man's tone was teasing.

There was also some sarcasm.

"We took the biggest risk, but what we could gain - only the profit of three melons and two dates."

"Tangning, hey, if you want to use me as a pawn, she's worthy of it."

Cui Xiaoming sneered.

"She is indeed very powerful. I heard that she also wants to open a gallery or something. But I am not short of gallery visas. Not every ship is suitable for me."

"The competition between us and Gu Weijing is just for the attention of the art market in some niche areas. She wants the inheritance rights of the entire painting sect, and may even represent the number one position on the rich list of Eastern artists in the future. ”

"Compared with what she is greedy for, what is our pitiful share?"

"She wants to eat the biggest fruit and secure her position as Mr. Cao's successor. Then she should naturally sort out the situation herself. Dad, think about it and calm yourself down. There is no logic in this. It's not complicated - Tangning wants more than we want, and the benefits will be greater if she succeeds, so why should she be more anxious than us? "

The young man flicked the beer glass in his hand with his fingertips.

The cup made a crisp "ding!" sound, like the distant sound of a temple bell.

"Like a lotus that doesn't touch water, like the sun and moon that doesn't touch the sky. It's better for little people like us to stay clear of this mud."

"It's like playing monkeys. What a wonderful show it is for the masters of art to fight within their sects. Let's gather around, applaud and cheer, eat melon seeds, watch the excitement, and at most reward a few copper coins. There is no need to come over in person and treat yourself as a monkey to be fooled, no need to do so."

"Let my dear Master Tangning play by himself. We are the ones watching the monkey show. If she can punish this little boy Gu Weijing, we will do nothing. We can just sit back and wait while drinking tea and eating melon seeds in peace. Its success."

"But what if she doesn't succeed?"

Cui Xuanyou couldn't help but ask.

Cui Xiaoming maintained the Vajra posture.

Hearing this, he turned his head.

He tilted his head slightly and looked at his father with a look that said, "I'm looking at a fool."

Couldn't help but complain.

"Tang Ning can't afford to offend someone. If you want to run over and do something evil, dad, I'll go back to what I said at the beginning. Look in the mirror, who are you? Besides causing trouble, what else can you do? What’s the result? For a person with such a strong background and powerful skills, it’s okay if we don’t turn around.”

"Oh."

Cui Xuanyou thought for a while and found that he couldn't find any reason to refute, so he said obediently.

That makes sense.

My son is right!

Although a father is being taught a lesson like a grandson in front of his own son, it seems very embarrassing.

But this matter is familiar again and again.

Face was thrown to the ground, and after being stepped on for a long time, I no longer felt embarrassed.

Ever since Xiao Ming came of age, similar situations have happened more and more frequently at home.

Cui Da, an artist, is used to it.

What’s face!
Being able to be educated by such an arrogant son is because he teaches well and is a blessing for him as a father.

The unpromising tiger father and son are just submissive in front of their father.

Their family is like a "dog father and tiger son", and they follow the path of being better than their masters.

This is what a truly prosperous family looks like.

Hey!
If outsiders are angry, it is because the younger members of their family are not angry. They cannot eat grapes there, so they say the grapes are sour.

He is proud to be taught by his son, he is proud.

Cui Xuanyou scratched his head. The few drops of ice water sprinkled on his forehead were so cool that they seemed to penetrate into his heart, extinguishing the irritability that had been burning in his heart since he received the message on his mobile phone. .

That's right.

That's it. There's a tall person holding you up when you step on the sky.

Tang Ning should be standing in front of him, not him standing in front of Tang Ning.

Want to understand this section.

Cui Xuanyou immediately stopped panicking.

"Yeah, let them fight each other... An eighteen-year-old kid versus Tangning, hey, who loses and who wins, it's not obvious. David versus Goliath, why are we panicking here? We're so stupid. Sigh, I originally thought that through this matter, I could make friends with the future successor of Dongxia Painting Sect and gain some love."

“I agree with the David vs. Goliath part.”

Cui Xiaoming shook his head, "But I don't think Tangning will win easily. So what if he is a nobody? Why do you despise him?"

"It's still the same sentence. Cao Xuan, who is a top painter of traditional Chinese paintings, Kazunari Sakai, a top oil painter, and Miss Irina, the most famous figure in the art criticism field, these three people all think highly of him, even if you think what he paints is It’s just a piece of shit, and that’s because you don’t have the intelligence to smell the Zen meaning in the shit.”

"What's more, what they painted is not shit at all. This painting..."

Cui Xiaoming looked at the photos on the tablet and was silent for a few seconds.

He shook his head silently.

"Ming, you can draw better than him, and you will be more successful than him." Leonie, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke.

The woman's voice was firm, without any hesitation.

"Thank you, Mom, for your confidence and the encouragement and education you have pursued since childhood." Cui Xiaoming raised his eyebrows, "Unfortunately, I don't have the same confidence in myself as you do."

"If I don't talk about anything else, let's just talk about the speed of progress. If it really takes two months to start from scratch and become familiar with a new painting method, it will progress to this point."

"I know very well that I don't have the ability either."

"If that's the case, why do you believe so firmly that the winner in this contest must be Tangning, and the loser must be Gu Weijing?"

"Is it just because Tangning's name is bigger now and she is already one of the most successful female painters in the world, and this Gu Weijing is still unknown? I really like the metaphor about David and Goliath just now. But... …Please don’t forget that in the biblical story, in this unequal war between mortals and giants, it was not the giant Goliath who finally walked off the battlefield alive.”

"The reason why I don't agree with what my mother just said about contacting reporters in private is because I don't want to be treated like a monkey, but also because I feel that being clever, whether it's you or Tangning herself, is of no use to this kind of person. There are two paths to success for an artist: either he has connections or he has the ability.”

"And he needs connections and connections, as well as skills and abilities."

(End of this chapter)