Almighty painter

Chapter 513 Good Guys and Bad Guys
"it is good!"

Among the crowd of onlookers, someone suddenly shouted "Hello".

The oil-headed Xiaokai was stunned for a moment, and while looking towards the place where the cheers were coming, he quietly whispered to the female companion next to him, "This voice is right! The beginning of the word is straight, the belly of the word is straight, the tail of the word is supported, and the hook is curved. Gui, you have a voice without dragging out the word 'er', you have an accent! Just because you have such a good voice, if you want to practice it so well, you have to spend two to three hundred yuan on admission to the opera house. "

"I guess he is definitely a plum fanatic!" He said with a fascination on his face, "This sound is very particular."

He is worthy of being a mischievous master who has been trained in romantic fields all over the world.

When Xiao Kaiguang heard the word "Hao'er", he could actually hear the sympathy among the fans. He even looked sure that he liked the character, but he didn't know where he was born and died.

Probably because the "yes" shout was too standard and the occasion was too strange.

Not only Xiaokai was amazed.

Including the crowd of onlookers, the patrolmen who separated the crowd, the Shanghai King's butler who got off the car... everyone was stunned for a moment.

It's like time stopped at this moment.

It was no longer possible to tell who was shouting.

He even exhaled loudly.

"it is good!"

After looking around for a while, he made sure that the patrol officers were blocked from the crowd and that no one was looking in his direction.

Even in Breton itself, child labor is everywhere and female workers are inferior to dogs.

There were no laws prohibiting child labor in this era, and there were no strictly "civilized" countries in Europe.

The young and old men in Shanghai had the courage to shout "good" to this little devil, to support him and to raise his profile.

And so a chain reaction began.

The second sound, the third sound, the fourth sound, there were cheers from all directions.

Can you still live worse than a child?
Even the one with the female companion looked a little oily and his glasses were slightly open.

And the look of the foreign patrolman's ferocious and angry look seemed to be the last straw to overwhelm the dominoes.

Feel amazing.

Actually.

At this moment, the cheers from the onlookers became more frequent, like waves hitting the beach, and the momentum grew, forcing the patrolmen to retreat step by step.

It is true that the common people hate the Japanese invaders.

"..."

But they used each other's bodies to block each other, unable to squeeze in and catch people.

There were only muffled whispers in the crowd, like sea water about to boil.

"it is good!"

Many of the businesses of these foreign companies are stained with Chinese blood.

Facing the police officers who looked increasingly embarrassed and terrifying.

"Idiot, who shouted?"

Among the spectators, some people stepped back with frightened faces, while others smiled and explained in Shanghainese to the foreign patrol officer in front of them that it was not him who shouted.

Of course, everyone was so generous with Mrs. Wang of Shanghai that she gave her a pearl and ivory jewelry box as a child's pen polish.

While waving his hands, he shouted "give way".

Those big bungalows, grand mansions, and silver-plated Rolls-Royces carried their lives of entertainment and superiority, as well as the heavy blood debt of countless families.

Not because foreign factories follow rules, but because this has become a normal phenomenon and everyone does it.

Suddenly, a Western patrolman waved a traffic stick and pushed towards the crowd, hoping to catch the guy who called "good" out of the crowd and show his merit to his superiors.

"Brother Cao, wow!"

Just mentioned things like child labor in factories.

But these Rolls-Royces and the arrogant foreigners in the concession are not part of the invaders.

The scene was quiet.

not to mention.

The sounds were continuous, as if a dozen large gongs were being struck at the same time from all directions.

But in my heart, I also have no good impression of these foreigners and compradors who have been working as first-class citizens in Shanghai for 20 to 30 years, bullying men and dominating women, and acting unscrupulously.

Cao Shentong had the courage not to give face to the King of Shanghai.

"Cao Shen Tong, you are really inspired to do something!"

It seems like a hint.

A few years ago, in Zhabei, everyone had just joined forces to fight against the continuous expansion of the concession and the infringement of the land of the Eastern Xia people.

But many of the foreign companies in these concessions got their start through the Opium War.

That one sounds like "ok".

After a long final note, he turned his head to hold his hand, raised his chin at his female companion who was snickering, and patted her chest proudly.

"This sound is truly authentic!"

……

The British butler's face became increasingly ugly. He was embarrassed, neither moving forward nor retreating.

It rarely happened to him.

There are also some numb claws.

He's just a little kid. If he doesn't buy the Shanghai King's fault, maybe his master will laugh it off and not take it to heart at all.

Perhaps the master had a hundred ways to manipulate him, and in a blink of an eye he was trapped in a sack and sank into the Huangpu River.

But no matter which one it is.

This is not something he can decide.

The wife wants to see what Cao Shintong looks like, but it is his incompetence that cannot handle such a small thing.

Hearing the embarrassing shouts of those low-class people who had never looked down upon him in the past, the sounds became louder and louder, like the roaring tide of the Huangpu River.

While the housekeeper was filled with overwhelming anger——

In fact, I suddenly started to feel a little scared.

No matter how majestic foreigners live.

They are not afraid of the local bureaucrats at all, nor are they afraid of the wealthy businessmen and nobles who surround them at banquets.

But when hundreds of local ordinary people stood side by side and shouted to them.

No matter how expensive the Rolls-Royce behind him was and how much authority it represented, it could not provide him with a sufficient sense of security.

to be honest.

It wasn't just the British housekeeper who was panicking.

On the other side, kid Cao Xuan was also a little panicked at the moment.

He sat there biting the penholder, as calmly as if he was dismissive of the torrential rain and wind that was gradually forming around him. It was not that his chest was filled with thunder and his face was as flat as a lake. At a young age, he was worthy of becoming a general as Tai Shigong said.

But he was already frightened.

The senior brothers said that he was a bit boring, didn't like to cry, didn't like to laugh, and was not fun at all.

That's the only advantage of having a naturally stupid poker face.

When he was panicked, he wouldn't cry like other children, but would just freeze there, unable to move forward or retreat, like a wood carving and clay sculpture.

Children do not consider so many things in their hearts, and they may not have the complex feelings about family and country that adults do.

He didn't want to go, he just didn't like these people.

The reason for not talking to each other is because Cao Xuan grew up in a small monk village and was not very good at talking.

Most of the favors he received in the past days were accepted by his teachers on his behalf.

Cao Xuan didn't know how to properly reject the other party, so he just kept silent and pretended not to hear.

I encountered questions that I couldn't answer before, or I encountered those annoying customers these days.

He does this all the time.

When he played this trick on his senior brothers, the senior brothers would touch his head.

When he played this trick on Mr. Xu Shenru, the old man handed him a pear to eat.

When you do this to those guests, they will feel bored and walk away consciously. No one would argue with a little doll.

Who knew that this time, it would be a big deal.

Hearing the angry curses of the patrol policemen and the shouts of the people around him, Cao Xuan was frightened.

The willow charcoal pencil crunched with little teeth.

Just when the foreign butler finally made up his mind, he ordered Inspector Abel, who was waiting for his instructions, to show some color to the unarmed and troublemaking people around him.

The intersection of Nanjing Road will turn into a bloodshed at any time.

In the future, Master Cao Xuancao, a patriotic artist who praised Manchurianization, was finally about to cry out "Wow" uncontrollably.

"The clumsy work of a scoundrel cannot be put on the stage. I heard that the lady is a famous collector, and all of her collections are the best in the world. The scoundrel will not show off his shame."

The old man in a blue-grey cardigan walked out of the Xin'an Department Store behind him.

He gently tapped the blue bricks on the ground twice with his cane and said with a smile.

The old man is old and his voice is actually very soft.

But the magic is.

As soon as he appeared, the noise around him suddenly disappeared.

The crowd and patrolmen were motionless. Several hundred people stood in the distant sea breeze from the Huangpu River estuary. Hundreds of pairs of eyes looked at one person quietly and listened to the words of this great master of painting. the sound of.

The moment he saw that figure, Cao Xuan suddenly stopped panicking.

Later, many years after the teacher passed away.

Cao Xuan also began to accept disciples.

His favorite founder of the mountain died in a shipwreck, and the news spread back home.

According to the cooking aunt, Cao Xuan did not perform the drama of crying and crying.

He just leaned back slumped in his chair, pointed at God with trembling fingers, and cursed some ugly words that were very unbecoming of his status as a literary giant.

Cao Xuan has always been a very defensive teacher throughout his life.

No matter which disciple, it is the same.

Even if it was a natural or man-made disaster that took away his disciple, Cao Xuan would dare to point at the dark clouds and curse a few words, risking the disapproval of the world.

So powerless, yet so determined.

In Cao Xuan's mind, the so-called teacher is someone who should protect his disciples at critical moments and wipe their butts for them.

Because this is what the teacher did to him when he was a child.

Because no matter how much trouble he gets into, as long as that figure wearing a long coat appears.

He knew he was okay.

Very simple and superstitious.

But until the moment when the teacher died of illness, it had always been like this, and the other party always did this.

At this moment, the British butler didn't think it would be okay.

Seeing the appearance of this great figure in the painting world, his anger found someone to vent his anger on.

Cao Xuan was too young, which made him a little unable to start.

He ran over to the common people nearby and quarreled with these low-class people, which was beneath his status.

But this old guy can't help himself.

"My wife invites him to be a guest at her house, and you will come with her."

He said he was asking for a favor, but the butler didn't even bend down. He looked arrogant and almost kicked the jewelry box twice with his toes to show his contempt.

"This is a reward for him."

"Sorry, today is inconvenient. You have also seen what happened in the newspaper. This matter is not peaceful."

The old man was still smiling, and there was no trace of fireworks in his words.

But he didn't even glance at the ivory box.

"I just came out because I received a telegram from Mr. Yizu. I want to form a fundraising committee with people from the Chamber of Commerce to raise a batch of national salvation materials for the soldiers of the 19th Army. I want to take my apprentice there now. National disaster First of all, business is important, let’s talk about it another day.”

"I hope you will understand."

The housekeeper heard the other party's perfunctory tone.

The King of Shanghai is certainly majestic.

But as the legitimate son of the great industrialist Zhang Jian and one of the four great princes of the Republic of China, Mr. Yizu was also a very distinguished figure.

The other party brought out Zhang Yizu to suppress him as the housekeeper. For a moment, he couldn't say anything.

"I'm sorry for causing such a thing. I feel sorry for Xin'an's boss. I won't accept the money."

The old man took out an envelope from his arms and handed it to the two security guards who stood there at a loss after Zicong's Rolls-Royce appeared, not knowing what to do.

Then he took out two ten-yuan French coins from the money box next to Cao Xuan and ordered them to be returned to the two gentlemen and ladies who had not received the paintings just now.

The old man clasped his hands together and bowed to the crowd watching around him.

Express outspoken gratitude.

Then he took Cao Xuan's hand.

No longer ignoring the butler who looked ashen and wanted to say something else, he walked towards the distance.

……

"Is it true that I can no longer go to Nanjing Road to paint?"

On the rickety wheel, Cao Xuan turned his face sideways, looked at the teacher, and asked like a child who made a mistake.

"Yes, I originally wanted you to paint for a month, but after such a fuss, you can't stay any longer. You may not be able to get along with a child at No. 2409 Changning Road. But there is no guarantee of this kind of thing. As soon as we meet, in this world of Magic City, everyone is a slave, and I am a fish. In addition, the current situation is indeed turbulent. You should take a car and leave here. It should be sooner rather than later. Let's leave tonight. I will take a photo then. Telegram. Let your Third Senior Brother pick you up at the Zhejiang Railway Station. I have something to handle here. "

"But this matter has gone south. If you don't say anything else from now on, you will offend the richest man in the concession. It may be difficult to make a name for yourself in the Magic City again."

The old man was holding on to the armrest of the rickshaw with one hand and holding Cao Xuan's drawing board with the other.

He did not say some words of comfort because of his young age, but calmly explained the possible consequences of the matter to him in detail.

However, the plan was completely disrupted.

The old man didn't seem to show much anger either, and his face was calm as usual.

Even when the master and apprentice got on a rickshaw, his eyes kept falling on the apprentice's unfinished portrait of Miss Su.

"Isn't the painting good? It didn't meet your expectations." Cao Xuan's tone was timid.

"Yes, it's not worth twenty yuan. If the craftsmanship is good, the people in Shanghai are willing to buy it. If you just want to buy something fresh at first glance, this kind of painting can only be sold for a month. If you want to paint like this for a year, everyone I’m just tired, no one cares about you.”

The old man still didn't save face for his apprentice, as if he had something to say.

"Your paintings are too stable and neat. The spirit of the Southern School of painting is unrestrained, but what they pay attention to is a way to express the heart through painting. I agreed to the owner of Xin'an because I want you to open your eyes to see all kinds of things in the market, and put these love and hate together." Liqiu blends into the painting. You have been busy painting, but you have fallen behind. "

Cao Xuan stopped talking.

a long time.

He just said in a very small voice: "I'm sorry."

"What are you sorry for? I didn't finish the painting well, it was just today." The old man asked.

"The painting was not done well."

"Then I understand, you really didn't draw well." The old man nodded and agreed.

"Teacher, what about today?"

Cao Xuan, who had not cried in front of the British butler just now, seemed to be about to cry now.

The old painter didn't reply immediately. He thought for a while, turned his head and looked directly into his apprentice's eyes: "Tell me, why did you reject Mrs. Wang's invitation from Shanghai? She should have no ill intentions towards you."

"I heard……"

"What did you hear?"

"I heard their family is not a good person."

"Good guys, bad guys, who is a good guy and what is a bad guy? Who can tell the difference in this world of luxury and glamor? How many of those high-ranking officials and dignitaries who are intoxicated with life and death are really good people?"

The old painter smiled and did not let the matter pass just because his apprentice said "bad guy".

"The King of Shanghai is definitely not a good person. But maybe he is also needed to stabilize the current financial market. At least I heard that his relationship with the Japanese is not very good. Xiaoxuan, tell me, what is a good person and what is a bad person in your mind? "

"Because... Mr. Kadoorie said that the King of Shanghai and his family got their start by running opium dens and secretly selling opium to the Chinese."

(End of this chapter)