Almighty painter

Chapter 503 Disdain
Miao Angwen looked at the faces that applauded him, cheered, and smiled at him.

I feel that life is so beautiful.

It is said in the book that heaven and earth are all united in time, which is probably the feeling that people want.

He purposely shared it on social media and @several friends who were close to him. He wanted to bring this National Artists Association shortlisted invitation letter to the campus to open it and make it lively.

"Youth that has not heard the applause of friends at parties and enjoyed the love of lovers under the starry sky is not true youth. When you start to grow old, those memories that have burned brightly like fireworks will let you know, "I have truly lived" - this seems to be a line from the second-rate Thai romance drama "The Making of an Internet Celebrity" that his father watched.

Miao Aung Win used to sneer at this remark to his core.

Be an internet celebrity, hold parties, and enjoy the stars?
These words sounded arrogant and willful.

The directors who make romantic dramas must have never seen what life in this city is really like in the dust and smoke.

Most of the people at the bottom who really support this country have never had a party in their lives.

When his mother was alive, she worked and sewed in the night light day after day.

Miao Angwin must be much more showy than he is now.

But he still rubbed it and burned it out in one night.

Starlight fell on her shoulders.

Their lives are not gorgeous fireworks, but the extremely fine and inferior hand-rubbed earth incense in the countryside.

After all, you can't expect that the fresh blood thugs recruited by the underworld are all fresh graduates with scholarships, GPA 3.8, and direct undergraduate and master's degrees, right?

"It's just a shortlist. It depends on the final selection by the organizing committee next week. Thank you for your support. If I am really selected by then, I will rent a villa for the party so that everyone can get together and have plenty of time to celebrate. Please give me this face and come here first.”

Miao Angwen felt that in a sense, what he said actually made some sense.

I have to admit that the big idiot tradition has its own special and irreplaceable cultural status among the bottom groups of the underworld.

Miao Angwen smiled and waved to the classmates who were congratulating him, completely suppressing the noisy atmosphere.

Then during his student days, his life could be considered a truly successful one.

Even for a big boss like Brother Hao, the people under him who actually take to the streets to fight are often big fools.

So a little light, a little frugal and dusty brightness.

Put it aside.

That's not called a mixed society.

Many at the bottom of the underworld are doing this.

Idiots also have their uses.

He folded his hands and thanked everyone.

Of course they are burning, burning all the time.

Dyed his hair into a comb-comb Shamat, got big tattoos, drove a pedal car and shouted five and six in the middle of the night, imitated the bad guy in the TV series and spoke in a choked tone, including three words for genitals in one sentence, took drugs and wielded a machete Dry frame.

If you can keep that butterfly in your own cage, even if it is made into a specimen, put it in a vase, take it out and enjoy it.

There was nothing left but a little bit of ash.

It can provide the cheapest pleasure and the cheapest sense of identity.

He studied at Dewei for nearly ten years, received a scholarship, and lived a life that no one cared about.

Miao Angwen spent two months working under a godfather like Brother Hao, and to a certain extent, he began to understand this country in the shadows.

of course.

But now.

Thinking about it now, Miao Angwin himself felt low, and wished he could dig a hole in his shoe with his thumb and bury himself in it.

That's called a big idiot.

It’s just that it’s not youth that burns, but life, and it’s not memories that light up, but the life of a family with daily necessities.

Have you ever had a moment of leisure to look up?
They hobbled forward with the entire city on their shoulders, the weight of the entire world on their bodies, and as small as dust.

If something happens even slightly, I can't wait to have everyone in the school celebrate just like the old man at the entrance of the village holds a water banquet. This is the stress reaction of a nouveau riche who suddenly becomes rich after getting used to being poor.

It's really not like an artist.

No money is survival.

"Quiet, quiet, thank you all, thank you all."

Money is life.

Near Zhu Zhechi, near the ink is black.

Only these two months after being appreciated by Brother Hao are at the end of the last period of youth.

Life has truly become more alive.

Even Miao Aung Win's memory of his mother seemed to be smelling inferior smoke, which made his eyes turn slightly red.

Now he began to truly enjoy campus life, and began to have the leisure and elegance to raise his head and look at the stars in the sky.

But looking back now, he also noticed that at that time he wore a big gold chain and a small watch, and had three small barbecue meals a day.

At least these people's limited brain capacity makes it difficult to clearly understand the interests and conspiracies.

They live so drunkenly and dreamily, and so miserable and desperate, as long as the alcohol gets to their heads.

Dare to do anything dangerous.

But these people are also the most worthless losers.

Brother Hao is a tycoon who is never stingy with his subordinates, but he has absolutely no value in cultivating people like this.

I have always thought of giving away three melons and two dates and throwing away consumables that can be used as cannon fodder.

The real underworld should be like Brother Hao, who wears gold-rimmed glasses and has small Buddhist beads from India on his hands. He can talk about the "Agama Sutra" with the monks from Thailand, and can understand the original French version of Voltaire's " "Philosophical Dictionary", I was able to hunt with the warlords, talk about the history of American film with dignitaries who had studied in the United States, show them my collection of photography lenses of the great director Coppola, and let them marvel at the signatures on them.

Even when traveling, he rides in a dark-colored Mercedes-Benz sedan with a very low-key brand.

It’s just that the car is said to weigh five and a half tons.

It can withstand the continuous firing of a 12.7mm heavy machine gun from a hundred meters away. Special parts such as the engine compartment can even be hit by an old-fashioned rocket.

Planting flowers, raising fish, reciting sutras, watching movies, and talking about art and philosophy.

But when he gets really angry.

The whole city will be covered with rain, and the situation will change.

Even if he just smiled gently at the enemy, the opponent would be so frightened that he could not sleep at night, tossing and turning.

Miao Angwen admired Brother Hao from the bottom of his heart. Such a boss has the true courage of a giant.

As for the people who can enter the core level of power of Brother Hao Group, except for the old brothers who worked hard with Brother Hao to get started, they are also very elite.

For example, Wu Qinlai, the secretary assigned to him by Brother Hao.

He really has a GPA of 3.8 and is a law graduate from Yangon University with a bachelor's and master's degree.

Miao Angwen's words and deeds now make him intentionally imitate Brother Hao.

He learned to control his anger.

Roaring is a sign of incompetence, yelling and screaming every three days.

Once you get used to it, anger won't be valuable or scary anymore.

Control your anger and exercise restraint.

Sometimes your smile is more frightening than your anger.

It can be said that Miao Aung Win has become more elegant now, or it can be said that Miao Aung Win has become colder now.

But anyway.

Even many Dulwich girls feel that Miu Aung Win has become more mature and has an aura surrounding her.

The campus of an international school is a peaceful and peaceful parallel world that does not seem to exist in this time and space. It is a land that has been plagued by colonization, civil war, drugs, and poverty for more than a hundred years with money and power. Students who can enter the Dulwich campus are from poor families.

In fact, no one is short of money.

If Miao Aung Win is still shouting and throwing money away like a country bumpkin before, in fact, most people are more or less dissatisfied. They attend his party, but they are still laughing at him in their hearts.

just now.

Miao Angwin's transformation made many people in the school sincerely willing to accept him and praise him.

I feel that this person will definitely become a figure in the future.

People kept patting his shoulders enthusiastically to express congratulations.

Miao Aung Win also smiled and thanked him while squeezing out of the crowd.

"HI, Gu Weijing, wait a moment."

Miao Angwen called to the figure at the corner of the corridor.

Gu Weijing, who had already walked away, stopped again and turned around.

"Is something wrong?"

Many of the students around them had heard the story between the two of them and thought that another battle between dragons and tigers was about to happen.

Unexpectedly, I heard Miao Angwen speak.

"Congratulations. I saw the list of candidates for membership of the National Artists Association this time. Director Wu of the Painting and Calligraphy Association who recruited you to join the membership is really very optimistic about you. How easy is neighborly relations? Let him. It’s time for the next term, and I’ve even included your name. I also want to have such a neighbor.”

Miao Angwen teased.

Gu Weijing didn't answer, nor did he want to answer, so he just stared at him quietly.

"It's just a joke, don't take it seriously. I looked at your works on the campus bulletin board in school, and it's true that you have some skills in painting." Miao Angwen knew that he had a sure chance of winning.

He hopes to be like Brother Hao, with a moody feeling that outsiders can't guess.

at this point.

He suddenly wanted to be more generous to Gu Weijing.

What do you care about with an eliminated person who is destined to fail?

Now, it's time for him to show off as a winner.

"We are both of the same age, both classmates of Dulwich College, and both of us were shortlisted for the National Artists Association. It's like looking at ourselves in the mirror, isn't it?"

Miao Angwen smiled.

Gu Weijing still didn't answer.

Miao Angwen frowned in his heart, but said patiently, "It seems that we are destined to compete for a position. I am confident that I will win, but I still wish you can give your best I also wish you success.”

There were low exclamations from all around.

In any case, in the eyes of most people in the crowd, Miao Angwin's behavior was very long-faced and graceful.

Master Miao is truly transformed.

This pattern is as big as the sky!

Amid the exclamations of everyone, Miao Angwen stretched out his hand to Gu Weijing: "Let's shake hands. No matter what, in every sense, you are the best person I have ever encountered in my entire student life." There is no such thing as a good opponent——"

When I stand in the spotlight in a few years and enjoy unlimited glory, I will savor this feeling again and again.

In the second half of the sentence, Miao Angwen said silently in his heart.

My success and your failure...

At the crossroads of life, making the right decision is the most important lesson he has learned in his life. Price is worth gold.

Myo Aung Win will tell this story to future generations.

Just like the story about the elephant that his father told him.

Unexpectedly, Gu Weijing raised his head and glanced at Miao Angwen.

Turn around.

Without a word he walked around the corner and disappeared down the corridor.

Everyone was stunned.

A few seconds later, some disdainful and contemptuous sneers sounded one after another in the corridor.

"Who is this guy? This guy is really shameless."

"Put a green onion in a pig's nose and pretend to be an elephant. I thought that because I was selected for the National Artists Association's candidate list like Miao Aung Win, I am qualified to act cool. I have no grace at all. I can't even compare to Brother Miao's hair." . Brother Miao is signed to a big gallery, but he is not as proud as him."

"Silly people do mischief, just trying to impress people! Didn't you hear that he relied on his neighbor relationship to get into the list through the back door? In less than two days, his true colors will be revealed. If you don't take advantage of these two days to act like a monster, when will you? Where's the work?"

A classmate ran over and patted Miao Angwin on the arm.

"Let's go, let's go, before class, let's go play basketball in a three-person court. Don't argue with idiots. You are not on the same level and you are not worthy of it - uh, are you okay?"

He pulled Miao Aung Win's shoulder.

No pulling.

Looking down and seeing Miao Angwen's gloomy face, he was a little stunned for a moment.

Many students feel that Gu Wei is too much.

Even Lamyo Aung Win’s classmate felt that Myo Aung Win’s gesture had gone far enough.

Face was also given.

This guy is shameless there because he is a clown.

Miao Angwen could just laugh it off, so why should he care?
However, Miao Angwen's demeanor was a bit broken the moment Gu Weijing turned around and left.

He pushed away the hand held by the classmate next to him, and the veins in the corners of his eyebrows pulsed.

Miao Angwen anticipated various reactions that Gu Weijing might have. He expected that the other party would be frightened or cautious because he knew that even Kou Kou's father had fallen and finally realized the vast power of Brother Hao.

But no matter whether the other party was forcing himself to talk, he was refusing angrily.

Myo Aung Win can accept it.

It's more fun this way.

Victory is destined to belong to oneself, but the opponent suddenly becomes frightened, like stepping on a toad that doesn't scream, lacking a sense of accomplishment.

But the expected reaction does not include the current one.

Gu Weijing turned around and left indifferently, leaving Miao Angwen there like a sculpture, which completely stung him.

Speechless.

It is the greatest contempt in the world.

Miao Angwen couldn't understand, even Miss Kou Kou was in trouble, how could this guy still be so arrogant?

He seemed to rush over, grab Gu Weijing by the collar, and question him properly——

"You guy... do you think you look down on me so much? Isn't it dirty that you can even shake my hand?"

Miao Angwen took several deep breaths.

at last,

After resisting this impulse, his expression gradually calmed down.

"Let's go play ball." He shook his head and smiled at the classmate who was pulling him aside.

The moment he turned around and left.

Miao Angwen once again took a deep look in the direction where Gu Weijing disappeared.

"We'll see, Gu Weijing, time will tell us who made the right choice."

(End of this chapter)