Almighty painter

Chapter 519 Gift received
"That's right, so it is said to be a letter of recommendation written by Mr. Cozens."

Gu Weijing nodded.

"Cozens, that Cozens. There are so many people named Cozens. I can think of only two Cozens that are enough."

"Could it be Samuel Cozzens who teaches watercolor at school? It can't be the one displayed in the V&A Gallery in London. He crawled out of the cemetery in the middle of the night, wrote me a letter, and then lay back in the coffin ( Note)."

(Note: This is a joke of the same name in the art industry. The founder of British watercolor painting, a watercolor master in the 18th century Victorian era, was also called Cozens, and his status is equivalent to the British version of Menzel.)
Old Yang smiled sarcastically, holding the last glimmer of hope in his heart.

Made a half-truth joke.

"Brother, don't be deceived. Some study abroad agencies like to do this trick of exchanging Li Gui for Li Kui! Just find a pheasant painter with a name similar to that of an international master to defraud parents of their money. They are not as mature and steady as Brother Yang—"

"Samuel Cozens, it is said that he is the person in charge of all Hamburg's resident art programs, and should be the direct leader of this project. People say that he only needs to send an email to the admissions office and submit the materials."

Seeing that Lao Yang said it seriously, Gu Weijing was a little unsure.

asked hesitantly.

His wheat seedlings!
Cuihuhu, green, just sprouting, the farmyard manure has been poured, and a wheat seedling is waiting to grow vigorously!

But Lao Yang felt that matter did not disappear.

In a moment.

"Nuo, this is for you, brother Gu. Mr. Cao asked me to send it here specially. By the way, if you have any questions about going to college, remember to talk to your brother Yang at any time."

He has made up his mind.

Are you just playing this trick with your brother Yang?

Even if he is a Chihuahua, he is still a proud Chihuahua.

Always like this...always like this.

I had dinner with the school director, exchanged greetings, laughed, and told dirty jokes.

The lush green crops are gone.

He was told to carry her away, so he carried her away.

Something emerald and green appeared on my head.

This is the "Wisteria Flower Picture" that I fell in love with last time.

In a daze.

"Uh, how much does it cost for a stick of tomorrow's incense here? Ling. It seems to enshrine the Buddha's relics inside, the same as the Famen Temple in Chang'an, right?" Lao Yang suddenly asked in a trance.

"Oh, uh-huh, ha, yes ha."

That kind of look that was a bit surprised, a bit unbelievable, and a bit aggrieved.

In view of the fact that his home was being robbed every now and then, Lao Yang felt it was necessary to do a ritual for himself, change his luck or something.

"Bad people, they are all big bad people! They all come here to steal the things of our honest old Yang! Don't their consciences hurt!"

"It's okay, just stick with gold. I'll just ask myself when the time comes."

Then it shook several times.

"Ok?"

"I'm not sure. You can ask the monk next to you for details. The locals believe in this. But it seems to be different from the way of worshiping Buddha in Dongxia. Here, they pay more attention to gold... Are you okay?"

Every time Lao Yang planned everything perfectly, the result was that his home was robbed in front of him.

"Just make sure it's his recommendation letter."

It became boring.

Teacher Yang muttered for a moment and sniffed hard.

Lao Yang opened the Prada briefcase in his hand.

Lao Yang kept chewing his teeth in his heart.

Lao Yang felt that the bag contained things obtained through hard work.

The same is true for the letter of recommendation that I came here to get.

"Is it like this?"

The farmyard manure that was applied vigorously around the crops was gold full of nutrients that made people happy, but when the crops were taken away...then wouldn't the rest of his grandma's crops turn into shit!

He shook his head slightly.

He is also a top artist and the working emperor among assistants.

Gu Weijing was stunned for a moment. He didn't know why he was still mentioning applying for college just now, but in the blink of an eye he jumped to burning incense and worshiping Buddha.

He seemed to see someone carrying a small basket and a small hoe, standing in the field of his small village. With a "clang", he dug up his wheat seedlings, put them in the basket on his back, and walked away gracefully. .

Lao Yang didn't pick up the printed letters of recommendation.

Lao Yang's eyes widened and his chin trembled.

Lao Yang touched the last few strands of hair on his forehead that represented the dignity of a middle-aged man and stuck to his hairline, and said thoughtfully.

It looks like a Chihuahua that has been reduced to a state of decay, or a giant frog that was suddenly caught in the air by a breeder while it was jumping around.

I stretch my neck to let you jerk me off. If you don’t jerk me off, we won’t jerk you off anymore.

With a letter of recommendation from someone like Samuel Cozens, the person directly in charge of the project, some icing on the cake is a smooth flow without weight.

Brother Yang doesn't like it.

While Lao Yang was looking through his briefcase, he secretly glanced at Gu Weijing with his little eyes.

"It's not easy to get a letter of recommendation from Professor Cozens. Kazunari Sakai is also quite resourceful."

"It's not that difficult."

Gu Weijing did not explain that it was not Uncle Sakai who got it for him.

He just went to Wattel's office for a walk and came back with the recommendation letter.

"Lie." Lao Yang secretly curled his lips twice in his heart.

This guy can do it!

I didn't expect that this guy was so wild and well-connected that he could get a personal recommendation letter from Samuel Cozens.

Let Lao Yang, who thinks he has great powers and has been coquettishly active in the art circle for half his life.

There is a somewhat unknown feeling of wonder deep in my heart.

He knew the weight of this letter and even more so the difficulty of it.

It is better to be in charge than to be an official now.

If he could just let him choose without going through Lao Cao, Lao Yang's first goal in doing this might be to think about whether he could follow Cozens's path.

Unfortunately.

He can't.

Although among the entire group of artists, there are only a handful of people who can resist Lao Yang’s greasy head.

unfortunately.

This Cozens is one of them.

Seriously speaking, this is not because Lao Yang is not important enough, his connections are not wide enough, or because Cozens' status is high.

His status must be very high.

However, as long as it's not too much to be an assistant to Lao Yang's level.

There are a lot of favors exchanged, just make faces, smile, have a drink, stick out your neck to let others rub it, and things will be done immediately.

We must really talk about fame and worth.

Gu Weijing is casual. If he really dares to ask for a letter of recommendation, even if he is looking for a Damian Hirst or Larry Gagosian brand.

Brother Yang really dares to fix it for you.

What plays a decisive role in this kind of thing is actually the artist's personal character.

In the art circle, he reached a certain level, especially in the university art school system, where he was appointed as a tenured professor.

Then whether in personal life or professional life, he is a "living god".

There are gods in heaven who like to visit and socialize.

There are immortals who like someone and ignore anyone, and only like to huddle in a cave and retreat.

The images of Gagosian and Hirst in the media are that they are cool and charming, with great personalities, and even aloof characters that are a little scary.

But in fact.

Character determines height.

There are no great businessmen who can open a gallery and make billions of dollars in wealth, or great painters who can paint themselves to be the most valuable person in the world. None of them are the lone star of evil in the true sense, a mentally ill person who does not recognize their relatives.

They all pay great attention to personal connections and are very good at personal marketing.

As long as you have a crack in the door.

Lao Yang could rely on his oily face to smile here and there and open the door to his cave.

however.

It has to be said that there must be some people in the art circle who are pretending to be crazy and deliberately treating "crazy" as part of their personal IP marketing.

But we must also admit——

Some people are really fucking crazy.

It's not the kind of person who just fills out two ABCD test forms online and ends up feeling depressed or anxious. It's the kind of mental illness that actually goes to work with a certificate.

He has a bad temper, let alone Lao Yang. His father's face is ignored by others.

Take Ms. Anya and Professor Boggs from Zaohe Space as an example.

In terms of net worth and status, both of them are young Anya, but a bit higher.

But Anya is obviously a more worldly person. She is polite and smiles to Jane Arnold and Jane Arnold's personal assistant.

It was Professor Boggs who became more narcissistic.

No matter how much the personal assistant scolded the idiot in his mind, he was still made to lose his temper by this sixty-year-old giant baby professor.

As the assistant of the illustration emperor, his professional status is not much worse than that of Old Yang.

He who has no desires and no desires is invincible in the world.

Who is the assistant? Boggs even hung up on Sir Brown.

As the saying goes, as long as a civil servant does not want to evaluate the deputy department, he will be the deputy department.

Professor Boggs, who wants to open a solo exhibition and sell paintings at art fairs, is Sir Brown's obedient dog.

But once people look past it, they become indifferent to career development and don't care about earning a few more small villas or something like that.

He is Sir Brown's father.

Boggs is just an unpopular painter in an ordinary art academy.

Cozens is the head of the watercolor department at the Hamburg Academy of Fine Arts and the rotating chairman of the German Watercolor Association. He is truly an invincible artistic genius.

As long as he doesn't want to give face, he won't be able to handle it if he gets windy and the principal comes over to kiss and hug him and lift him up.

It just so happens that this man is more fond of convulsions.

Of course, the direction of his convulsions was different from that of Boggs.

Boggs's character flaw is that of a narcissistic character, while Samuel Cozens is very withdrawn, very quiet, and even looks a little shy from a distance.

But don't open your mouth, if you know anything when you see this face, you'd better run.

Because whenever he opens his mouth, he must be very sarcastic and sarcastic.

hard to imagine.

Such a skinny old man, when he sprays people, he looks like he has transformed into a Super Saiyan.

I once had a record of tearing up an entire small class, wiping away tears in the art classroom and sobbing for a full three hours, and made a school director's daughter drop out of school the next day.

The school director's raging anger and the sea of ​​complaint letters from parents failed to successfully fire this German national treasure watercolor painter.

The principal just held his nose and invited him to be in charge of the resident art project like a ancestor.

He still does his own thing in the campus, nicknamed "Instructor Nero", an ancient Roman tyrant who loved drama and art but was extremely cruel, and scolds the students until they cry for their parents and throws them to the ground.

Rumors about the Hamburg Academy of Fine Arts.

If you happen to sign up for a course with Cozens, your best bet is to pray that you don't come back before you drop out.

The next best thing is to walk into the classroom with citalopram in your pocket.

When Lao Yang thought of Samuel Cozens' old zombie-like face.

The two hairs on his head trembled a few times in the wind.

He would rather fly to England overnight with a shovel, go to the National Cemetery in London, dig out the other Cozens overnight, and write a letter of recommendation.

Why do people bother themselves?

He rummaged through the briefcase and finally found a small package tightly wrapped in silk cloth in the inner sandwich pocket.

Lao Yang held the package, stretched his neck first, and glanced around twice.

After making sure that no one noticed, he secretly handed the small bag to Gu Weijing as vigilantly as if he were dealing under the underworld.

"No, take it. Mr. Cao asked me to make a special trip just to bring you this. Take a look at it, but don't take it out now. Put it away when you get home." Old Yang Nunu mouthed.

"Exceptionally expensive?"

Seeing Lao Yang's mysterious and strange look, Gu Weijing couldn't help but ask solemnly.

"It's very expensive. I heard it's an antique, but it's mainly because it's a cross. I'm a little afraid of being beaten when you arrange to meet in a place like this."

Lao Yang answered honestly.

He handed over the small bag, then clasped his hands together and bowed towards the golden pagoda not far away: "Amitabha, Buddha bless me, no offense intended -"

Gu Weijing opened the silk bag and saw a beautiful cross-shaped jewelry.

Although he just took a casual look at it in the night, Gu Weijing didn't really understand these things.

But just looking at the detailed carvings on it, it is simple and grand, and the shape is made of gold but does not look tacky.

He knew that this should not be a mortal thing.

"This is--"

"I heard it belonged to a Cardinal Secretary of State of the Holy See who almost became the Pope hundreds of years ago. It is a family heirloom of the Elena family."

"You know that Miss Anna Elena, right? Didn't Mr. Cao also go to the European Art Annual Conference some time ago? After it was over, Ms. Irina went to interview Mr. Cao."

Lao Yang opened his mouth to explain.

"The two sides chatted very well. Miss Elena happened to like the "Wisteria Flower Picture" you gave Mr. Cao very much. After the interview..."

Lao Yang's heart hurt suddenly again.

He paused and said deeply: "After the interview, I took away the "Wisteria Flower Picture". Miss Irina said that your painting was her first teacher in learning Chinese painting and appreciating traditional oriental art. , I’ll give this to you as a gift.”

Gu Weijing looked at the jewelry at hand again and was even more stunned.

(End of this chapter)