Almighty painter

Chapter 518 Lao Yang’s crops

Unexpectedly, it makes sense.

This painting is not of the level of an ordinary master, but is the same as the Impressionist painting collected in a French art museum. The comment "Painting Saint" appears on the panel.

It's just that the font of this painting in the "Picture of Worshiping the Buddha and Protecting the Dharma" is in light yellow, which seems to be the color of the light white beaches favored by tourists on the Maldives Islands.

There is an additional "from" symbol in front.

If I'm not mistaken.

Gu Weijing remembered that at the moment when he fainted in front of the broken street scene on the banks of the Seine, the only word "Painting Saint" given to "Moulin de la Pancake" on the system panel was the rating.

The font's gold-like color is as gorgeous as the setting sun in the west.

Gu Weijing didn't know why the comments given to Mr. Yu Cao and to Ray Noah on the system panel were different since they were both "painting saints".

From, subordinate.

To use the writing style of Shi Naian in "Water Margin" to describe it, it would be: "The body is majestic and the appearance is majestic. A pair of eyes shoots up to the cold stars, and the two curved eyebrows are like paint. The chest is broad, and there is a majesty that is difficult to defeat..."

"Nuo, you go and have a rest. Don't delay my chat with Brother Gu. But don't run too far either!"

The old teacher Yang Yang with a plump belly was exposed from behind him.

"Here you are, here you are, brother Gu, you've had dinner!"

Noticed the way Gu Weijing looked at the strong man on the side.

Coolly stretched out his hand and turned to one side.

Wanting to know the details is tantamount to peering into the sky for the time being.

Lao Yang patted the other party on the back.

He was wearing assault pants, and his top was tightly clung to his body by the opponent's broad chest muscles, completely exposing half of his bronze forearms and half of his upper arms, which were about the size of ordinary people's calves.

But there is something about it that is still slightly inferior to the real painting saint.

It has the meaning of being second-rate.

He pursed his lips towards the shade of a small tree next to him, then patted his small breasts, which were about A cups, and explained to Gu Weijing: "Bodyguard, bodyguard. I heard that during this period, Myanmar is becoming more and more unstable, and the news is getting more and more... The more disturbing it becomes. Third-rank official in front of the Prime Minister, you, Brother Yang, are Mr. Cao’s assistant. You should be kind to yourself, in case someone takes a liking to me and gets kidnapped. How about it! Are you right..."

The so-called "Conong·Hua Sheng" probably means the same thing as Cong Yipin, Jinshi, and Mrs. Ru. Judging from the evaluation criteria of the system panel, the overall picture has reached an outstanding level of transcendence and sainthood.

Well, how should I put it?

Many brand customers who are discussing business cooperation for the first time first add Lao Yang's WeChat, then meet Assistant Cao Xuan in person, and then look hard, hard, and hard at the handsome uncle's cartoon avatar.

After getting ready to go home, study the effects of the newly upgraded oil painting techniques.

A tall and handsome middle-aged man separated from the crowd and walked towards him.

"I don't know if it's because Renoir's painting method is a unique new impressionist painting method he developed on the basis of traditional oil painting. Cao Xuan's brushwork route is still based on the traditional calligraphy and painting of the Qing Dynasty. Because of the system?”

As soon as Lao Yang appeared, he felt like he was seeing a relative, holding Gu Weijing's hand and shaking it up and down.

There are many masters who are reasonable, elegant and noble.

But it is very difficult to be as stupid as Lao Yang.

The short-sleeved cultural shirt is obviously a casual style, but because of the overly toned figure, it has an almost tight-fitting effect.

Gu Weijing glanced at the sky, which had turned completely dark, and then looked at the time on his phone, feeling that it was almost time.

The word "Painting Saint" is so arrogant, it is too far away from a young Kalami painter like him.

I saw the imposing "Wu Song" walking in front of Gu Weijing in two steps.

So in popular terms - "enjoy the treatment of a painting saint".

I just made an appointment at the Shwedagon Pagoda by the way.

What a handsome guy.

A cheerful voice sounded from behind.

He came out tonight mainly to meet people.

He put all these things behind him.

In Myanmar, where the average height of men is only a little over 1.6 meters.

Gu Weijing didn't understand what the system's identification standards were.

"I'm waiting for you here. Have you arrived?" Gu Weijing said into the microphone.

In the upper-class literary and artistic circles where handsome men and beautiful women gather.

It's artistic, it's cartoonish... it's also disillusioning.

The momentum with which he walked out of the crowd was really like that of the hero Wu Song carrying a tiger on his shoulders, running rampant in the busy city, which attracted frequent glances from the crowd around him.

He brought the phone to his mouth and pressed the voice message.

He hasn't sent this message out yet.

Gu Weijing took out his mobile phone, opened WeChat, and selected the contact whose avatar was a cartoon version of a cool uncle wearing sunglasses.

"Brother Gu, brother Gu, we have met again. You don't know how highly Mr. Cao thinks of you! This time he specially asked me to come over and give you something. I really take it seriously..."

It may be that the literary spirit of the artistic duo is conserved. As elegant as Mr. Cao is, Mr. Yang is as arrogant as he is.

This has something to do with body shape, but it has nothing to do with body shape.

Countless top fashion publications such as "FUDGE", "Bazaar", or YouTube, as well as TIKTOK style bloggers with millions of followers, will often emphasize one point of view repeatedly.

Lack of temperament and fatness are not necessarily linked.

Being unattractive and ugly doesn't necessarily mean you have to be a traitor.

In most cases, whether it is rustic or not is often determined by the outfit.

Fat people can also have good clothes, ugly people can also have good temperament, and can even have many fans. At most, they will be ridiculed on Instagram with "Shrimp men, shrimp women, they can be eaten if their heads are removed."

In terms of fatness, Issei Sakai is much fatter than Lao Yang.

Lao Yang is just an ordinary middle-aged man with a general's belly, and Uncle Sakai has rolled into a ball. But she is very impressive, has a complete style of dressing, and even has her own female fan group in Japan.

Forty-year-olds, there are even mom fans.

However, Teacher Yang standing there is a clear counterexample to this point of view.

He is a real bitch.

To be fair.

He works hard in the upper-class art circles every day, attending various star-studded art exhibitions, dinner parties, and wine parties. Most of the people who can talk about cooperation are top luxury brands. Lao Yang is not short of money, and he is really not the kind of person who has no style at all and wears a pullover like the old man hanging around.

He has worked hard on his appearance, and his choice of clothes is also on trend.

I even specialize in image design, and it is really different from the nouveau riche type who just wears big-name brands such as Versace, Louis Vuitton, Armani, whatever is famous and expensive, and just piles on it.

He obviously has his own ideas.

That cartoon avatar was designed for Lao Yang by the art team.

When he welcomed Ms. Elena, in order to highlight his masculinity, Lao Yang wore the cool style of the British Razor Party's "Gangs on Fire" style. He wore a piece that smelled particularly strong and was so hard that it seemed to be able to block it. The oil and wax coating of the submachine gun bullet is just for the concave shape.

As a result, it looked like a hairless Chihuahua from TMD.

The big dog named August that Anna keeps at home has a better temperament than Lao Yang. Only then did Mr. Cao command him to Yangon.

Because he had to take a long-distance flight to Yangon, Lao Yang specially chose a turquoise Arc'teryx MOTUS series sports Polo shirt, which has been popular in the outdoor style in the past two years.

Wearing a pair of black round sunglasses.

Coupled with the pine-colored consecration necklace with jade inlay that he just bought at the souvenir shop hanging around his neck, this figure successfully separated him from the image of a "Chihuahua".

From head to toe, it looks like——

Thai tiger toad.

Compare his chat avatar with himself.

The difference here is probably...like the difference between Tony Leung's version of Ouyang Feng, who practices toad kung fu, and the real toad.

Miss Elena is a natural dressmaker who looks stunning in whatever she wears.

Brother Yang, on the other hand, is a heart-stopping native who is greasy in everything he wears.

Why Lao Yang can be so vulgar and wear expensive big-name clothes to look like a ten-dollar old man's shirt is like an unsolved mystery.

Gu Weijing looked at Lao Yang and couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

He was never a member of the Appearance Society.

Although Lao Yang was naughty, he was also very capable in dealing with others, which left a good impression on him.

It’s just that the sense of déjà vu of Lao Yang strolling over the square with the burly bodyguards he specially hired was too strong.

so similar.

It's so similar.

How similar.

This is like the tiger-fighting hero Wu Song taking his brother out on the street!

Dalang classmate obviously had no idea what was going through his mind when outsiders looked at him.

When Gu Weijing looked at Lao Yang, Lao Yang also glanced at him secretly.

His little eyes turned around twice, and he continued on the topic he just mentioned.

"It's quite chaotic! It's not very safe to live in."

"Yangon is okay, but the current situation is indeed unstable, but it's only two months away, and I will go to university." Gu Weijing nodded.

"Yes, yes."

Lao Yang nodded again and again, "Brother Gu, I remember that you want to attend the dual-degree master's program of the Hamburg Academy of Fine Arts and the Royal Academy of Fine Arts, which is a nominal subsidiary of the Anglo-German Cultural Center, right?"

"Yes."

"Well, brother Gu, you may not know, and your level is definitely not good. However, in the past two years, both the Hamburg Academy of Fine Arts and the Royal Academy of Fine Arts have tightened their internal plans for enrollment in Southeast Asia. "

Lao Yang sighed slightly.

"The Royal Academy of Fine Arts in Thailand, Myanmar, and Vietnam may only recruit five or six students in total. The Hamburg Academy of Fine Arts cannot be compared with the Royal Academy of Fine Arts in scale. It is smaller and the enrollment quota is very limited. ! You know."

Lao Yang couldn't help but pull the briefcase he was holding.

He was slightly arrogant towards Gu Weijing, and raised his chin slightly proudly.

That little expression is like a Chihuahua waiting for someone to pet it, or a toad waiting for the keeper to touch it while wearing rubber gloves.

Lao Yang came over and mentioned this matter as soon as they met.

Of course it couldn't be to blackmail Gu Weijing.

If he wanted to tamper with application materials and the like, he did it secretly.

Put it on the table and say that the technique is too low-level, and Lao Yang doesn't even bother to do it.

Say.

How about tightening the enrollment quota?
Even if the admissions door is completely closed, with Gu Weijing's current connections, he can still draw a door himself like the magic pen Ma Liang and pull it open.

That being the case.

On the contrary, Lao Yang mentioned this matter as soon as they met. He came here specifically to offer treasures and favors in person.

Mr. Cao said don't help him, considering how much the old man valued him.

Take ten thousand steps back.

What if the master and the apprentice are happy and chatting happily? In the blink of an eye, you find that the school did not send you an offer. Isn't it embarrassing?

In the end, it was not him, Teacher Yang, who was blamed.

As assistants, we should consider the problem from the front.

In order to make this favor a reality.

Lao Yang specifically did not follow Lao Cao's path, and worked a lot at the Hamburg Academy of Fine Arts. He got two letters of recommendation from the school directors and a tenured professor, and brought them in his briefcase.

Just talk, just talk, if you have any difficulty, just talk to me!

Come on, don't be shy.

Tell you Brother Yang boldly what is in my heart.

As soon as you open your mouth, Brother Yang will take care of everything for you.

Lao Yang never finds it hard, tiring, or troublesome to do this kind of business of selling people benefits, and he enjoys it endlessly.

Work as an assistant and join the agent circle.

After all, what is it? What you do is socializing, and what you do is making connections.

Every time I see everyone’s moved eyes and adoring expressions.

Lao Yang felt that he was great.

It is as if an old farmer is standing in front of his family's "human love field" where one-third of an acre of land is growing. He hears the invisible sound of gold coins falling into the bag, and feels the joy of a good harvest.

"An elder gave me a letter of recommendation, so it should be done."

"It doesn't matter if you have difficulties. I've already done this little thing... Huh? What did you say?"

Lao Yang's chin trembled, and he suddenly became unhappy. He turned his head and glanced at Gu Weijing, and then glanced sharply several times.

It's like watching a wheat seedling that doesn't want to jump into the field obediently.

"Letter of recommendation? Any questions?"

Gu Weijing asked doubtfully.

"Issei Sakai?" Lao Yang raised his eyebrows vigorously, wanting to save his crops again.

"No."

"Oh, brother Gu, you don't know much about the situation. Even Kazunari Sakai's recommendation letter may not necessarily have a particularly good effect. If you just want to go to the Hamburg Academy of Fine Arts, that's not a big problem. But, listen to Brother Yang. I advise you not to be careless about going to university. Since you are going to school, you should go to the best one. If you can get two degree certificates, why can you only get one? The Royal Academy of Fine Arts is one of the four major academies of fine arts in the world. The alma mater of Turner and Hearst is so prestigious. Besides, you have to study German preparatory courses from the beginning. The master’s program is taught entirely in English, and you don’t even need to submit a language transcript.”

Lao Yang touched his chin.

"Of course Kazunari Sakai is awesome. But after all, it's not in the Japanese territory, is it? The entire Menzel-Turner project only has about thirty places, divided into two schools. There is also the Sculpture Department , the design department, there are a lot of people from other directions, there are more monks and less meat, and many well-connected people are staring at it! You don’t understand, no matter how awesome Sakai Kazunari is, it is better to be an official than to be a manager, this kind of admissions problem. . In the end, it’s most reassuring to ask the teachers at our school.”

(End of this chapter)