Almighty painter

Chapter 520 Shield of Love and Hope
His debut illustration as a detective cat was supported by this Miss Irina.

I didn't expect it to be so fateful.

By chance.

Even the gift he gave to Mr. Cao, the first formal Chinese painting painted by Gu Weijing, was also taken away by the beautiful critic.

Lao Yang noticed Gu Weijing's expression and pursed his lips unconsciously.

Silly!
Haha, men, beautiful girls are just different.

When Brother Yang gave you new painting tools in the parking lot, you didn't look like this.

but.

It's normal to feel dazed.

If such a good thing happened and it hit him on the head out of nowhere, he, Old Yang, would be in a daze.

"Especially the personal belongings of beautiful young ladies, they really like this. The bikini worn by Marilyn Monroe can easily be sold for hundreds of thousands of dollars in pawn shops around Beverly Hills. This one Isn’t it more valuable and elegant than a bikini? At least, you can’t just hang it around your neck and attend a dinner party!”

"I have a whole warehouse piled up with similar things sent by various painting equipment manufacturers."

Let everyone smile knowingly that all men understand.

Teacher Yang patted his chest and pushed back a few hairs from his forehead coolly.

Somehow, the joke on Lao Yang's lips shrank back again.

"Do not believe."

Classmate Yang Dekang already had a strong sense of belonging and had already thought about how to act cool for Gu Weijing.

Lao Yang was originally prepared to seamlessly insert two words similar to "Seeing that scene, I instantly converted to Heavenly Father. Not only did I convert to Heavenly Father, I just wanted to imagine being like the real Jesus, being squeezed and hidden by that beautiful lady. In the warm and fragrant snowy mountains on the chest, what does the pain of being crucified mean?" and the like, with some colorful and subtle erotic jokes to liven up the atmosphere.

"In terms of price, it seems to be worth tens of thousands of euros. It may be similar to the official price of the limited edition set of master painting tools I gave you." Lao Yang nodded and shook his head vigorously, "Brother Gu , although I gave you the painting tools, I still have to mention that some things are priced at tens of thousands of euros to give the brand a premium, but they are not about money at all."

The air of pretentiousness is everywhere.

Lao Yang was lost in thought.

"When you go to Europe and Brother Yang takes you to a cocktail party to be cool and unrestrained, you will understand."

Old Yang nodded enviously: "Such an expensive gift, even Mr. Cao felt uneasy about sending it by airmail, so he specially asked me to come and hand it over to you in person. But you have to keep it and lose it in the world. Maybe I won’t be able to find another one.”

But the moment I thought of Anna’s face.

Afraid that Gu Weijing wouldn't know the meaning of this move, he even reminded him aloud.

What Lao Yang originally wanted to say was that he was pulled out of his arms warmly.

It is as beautiful as a toad lying at the mouth of a well, suddenly dreaming that it has eaten the meat of a white swan.

"Brother Gu, you are lucky."

Seeing that Gu Weijing still looked calm, he didn't seem to be too beautiful and didn't listen.

Ever since Mr. Cao gave him this necklace and asked him to deliver it.

Lao Yang sighed regretfully.

Gu Weijing shook his head: "I actually don't have any religious beliefs."

"If I could exchange it, I would be willing to exchange a warehouse of luxury goods for this small necklace with you, but it's a pity that I can't exchange it."

"Oh, you are too young. You are good at painting. In terms of style and temperament, you still have to learn more from your brother Yang. If appearance is not an advantage, you have to be good at using tools. Otherwise, how will you attract girls? Ah! At your age, I was already standing in Yuyuantan Park, holding a collection of Byron's poems and leading the trend with fluttering sleeves. "

He seemed to have thought of something and laughed.

Lao Yang had a regretful look on his face, as if he had wasted all his natural resources and hated the iron.

With his temperament developed at various drinking establishments and dinner tables.

"Pure gold, so beautiful." Gu Weijing said.

"It's a loss, isn't it? If I were you, I would believe it now. It doesn't cost any money anyway, so just pretend to believe it. Then it's natural to wear a cross necklace."

"Brother Gu, do you believe in Catholicism?"

"Don't believe it. Going back a hundred or two hundred years, the countess picked a flower arrangement from her hat and threw it on the table. It was worth two captains of the cavalry regiment, and they started a duel! What's more, it was a cross. I After checking it out, it represents a lasting and cherished friendship.”

He felt so happy just thinking about it.

He didn't know that what Gu Weijing was thinking in his trance was different from what Lao Yang thought he'd been stunned by a pie falling from the sky.

"I saw this with my own eyes. Miss Elena took it off...from her neck."

The middle-aged man licked his lips, "As long as you have money, you can buy painting tools. Although the limited edition master's painting tools are said to be limited to 500 sets, I have some doubts that it may not be able to collect sets so far. I have nowhere to spend it." The leeks produced by the customers may not have been sold out yet.”

He's the best at this.

"Brother Yang, if I had such a great gift, I would hang it around my neck every day and hold it in my bed when I sleep. The key is that at the reception outside, Lao Yang and I flashed this small chain so inadvertently , when people asked, I slapped the cross on the table and told the origin of this, isn’t it just a pretense?”

"And there are some things that you can't buy at all with multiple times the money. The friendship between big collectors is the latter."

"In the art world, when you reach a certain level, the things you can buy with money are no longer valuable. Whether it's paintings or clothing and accessories, there are only things that money can't buy in the world. That’s what really makes everyone envious.”

"Ms. Anna Elena gave me the timeless friendship that she cherished, a limited edition, a one-of-a-kind piece. This is more stylish than a gold watch from Richard Mille or Patek Philippe that is worn on the street."

Cao Xuan's personal assistant glanced at the young man next to him and suddenly asked secretly.

Some people seem to be born with dignity.

Not necessarily the majesty of wealth.

Miss Elena can only be regarded as the upper-middle class among the super rich.

The most advantage of a landlady like her is that her financial situation is stable.

The risk "position" is not high.

Compared with Silicon Valley in the United States or financiers in Europe who specialize in making money, the speed of making money is still far behind.

There are so many rich people that Lao Yang has dealt with, and there are many people who may be ranked higher on the rich list, but there are very few people who can bring pressure to him.

Whether it is the amount of capital flow that Kruger Brothers Bank can bring, or its ambition to completely reshape the art industry, it is more and greater than the Irina family.

But in front of Oller, Lao Yang continued to make dirty jokes and compared him to the Queen of Crete lying with her legs apart in a hollow cow sculpture. She was so coquettish that she didn't want anything.

however.

But even though he was thousands of kilometers away, when he thought of Anna's appearance, Lao Yang still suddenly became "impotent".

It’s not just ugliness that makes people cringe.

When beauty reaches a certain level, it becomes oppressive, like the ever-bright halo burning on the back of an angel's head, turning into majesty.

Miss Anna seems to be born with an awe-inspiring and inviolable majesty.

Whenever there is something related to Miss Elena, the greasy uncle's shell on Lao Yang's body will be burned away.

He became an innocent boy of eighteen again.

"What do you mean by the great collector? It would be great if you believe in a religion and can carry it with you."

He said dryly. "Thank you for coming all the way to see me off, Brother Yang. Thank you also to Ms. Elena."

Gu Weijing smiled, put the small silk bag away and put it in his pocket.

He said calmly.

"However, I feel that even if I don't believe in religion, my good intentions will not change. While I was waiting for you here, someone happened to tell me that the mind is the mind, and good thoughts are good thoughts. Buddha exists or does not exist. , perhaps mortals will never be able to guess it, but at least these things are extremely real.”

"Thank her for me. I'm glad that she likes my paintings. Although we experience different lives, different countries, and speak different languages, our hearts are the same. If she can gain from my works, If anything, I would be very satisfied.”

"Just like this picture of Lao Cao's "Picture of Worshiping the Buddha and Protecting the Dharma", there are thousands of people and thousands of Dharma, thousands of Buddhas with thousands of faces, but thousands of faces and one mind. Whether you are a Buddhist believer or not, you can feel hope here."

"The reason why humans are different from animals is that humans know hope."

Gu Weijing looked around at the Shwedagon Pagoda. Even though the night was getting darker, the number of people in the square had not decreased at all.

Many people will sit here all night with their little horses tied up beside the temple, and in the morning they will ask for a bracelet for their family members and put a gold leaf on it to show their sincerity.

"Hope, hope, use this shield of hope to resist the attack of the dark night in emptiness. Even if there is still a dark night in emptiness behind the shield, it is different."

Gu Weijing waved goodbye to Lao Yang.

"Brother Yang, I wish you success in worshiping Buddha tomorrow morning and that all your wishes will come true."

Lao Yang looked at the "Picture of Worshiping the Buddha and Protecting the Dharma" by Mr. Cao next to him for a moment.

Then he looked at Gu Weijing, who turned around and faded away in the night.

Cool!

Teacher Yang suddenly felt that he had lost a bit.

"Hope, hope, use this shield of hope to resist the attacks of those empty and dark nights..."

Lao Yang had been pretending to be cool on the plane for so long, but he was defeated by Gu Weijing's sentiments with a literary accent.

If you were a girl.

You may also think that this is more elegant than hanging a big gold cross outside your clothes.

The elegance of the young man that Mr. Cao likes is different from ordinary people.

After all, I have been in the top art scene for so long.

Whether he is someone who really has something in his stomach, or someone who just casually reads a few words about Wilde and Keats, or memorizes two pages of art appreciation to deceive Yangma, Lao Yang can tell in just one sentence.

after all.

Twenty years ago, we, Lao Yang, were just casually reading a few sentences about Wilde and Keats, and memorizing two pages of art appreciation and reading about Ocean Horse.

He has never seen such words in any art appreciation or tourism promotional materials about the Shwedagon Pagoda project.

My family knows their own affairs.

Lao Yang also witnessed the creation process of this painting from beginning to end, but he couldn't make such in-depth comments at all.

"Hey, is this what you said?"

Lao Yang suddenly turned his head and asked Gu Weijing's back.

"No, it was Mr. Lu Xun who said it. When I was looking at the painting, I suddenly felt something in my heart." Gu Weijing waved his hand towards Lao Yang.

Lao Yang turned around and stared at the "Picture of Worshiping the Buddha and Protecting the Dharma" in front of him for a long time, thinking slowly.

"Hope, hope... Is this what Mr. Cao said, the true meaning of painting?"

This is really well said.

Lao Yang looked at the mural, smacked his lips, and couldn't help but sigh: "Hey, don't tell me, brother Gu is just different. The more you chew, the more flavorful these words become!"

It's ok.

Although he is a native dog.

But you, Brother Yang, have always been a person who is good at pretending to be foreign.

Your speech is very good, and your appreciation is very stylish.

but now.

These are all materials that we, Lao Yang, use to show off.

Lao Yang took out his mobile phone, raised it up, turned sideways and opened the front lens, made a scissor hand gesture and snapped a photo with the "Picture of Worshiping the Buddha and Protecting the Dharma".

Then he opened his WeChat personal homepage.

Lao Yang's original personal lottery was - "The charm of an uncle does not lie in the years. He smiles at the wind and clouds and remains as chic as ever."

Lao Yang changed it to: "Thousands of people, thousands of dharma, thousands of Buddhas with thousands of faces, thousands of faces and one mind, all are Buddha's hearts. Mr. Cao's pattern is really unmatched."

First, I licked Mr. Cao very hard.

He just opened the circle of friends and chose the selfie with the "Picture of Worshiping the Buddha and Protecting the Dharma".

I thought about it.

Lao Yang raised his phone again and took wild photos of the locals walking in the square next to him.

After gathering a set of nine-square grid, I was satisfied and started editing the copy.

[Hope, hope, use this shield of hope to resist the attack of the dark night in emptiness. Even if there is still a dark night in emptiness behind the shield, it is different. This is what makes humans different from animals. ——Yang Dekang at night in Yangon in May]

Click Send.

"Teacher Yang is great!"

"Love it, love it!"

"..."

In the industry, big fish eat small fish, and small fish eat shrimps.

Lao Yang is in the food chain of the entire art circle. Even if it weren't for Lao Cao lying on the bottom of the sea, he would be an invincible Cthulhu-level super mythical sea monster.

At least it's a greasy sperm whale.

Although he has been shouting "666" to others all day long, sitting like an obedient licking dog.

But there are also many people who are rushing to be his dog lickers.

Lao Yang looked at the number of likes and messages in his circle of friends that had skyrocketed just a few minutes after he posted it, and he turned off his phone with satisfaction.

He already had a premonition,
This should be the most effective post in the last six months and the one with the most likes.

When he exited the WeChat App.

Lao Yang even saw that among several of Cao Lao's disciples, Ms. Zhou Ming, who was usually the least talkative and the most reserved, gave him a rare thumbs up.

Zhou Ming: "It's indeed interesting. It's rare. It's worth talking to the teacher."

(End of this chapter)