Almighty painter

Chapter 543 Two people

Some people are white swans, some people are ugly ducklings.

But the fundamental and decisive factor in the story of the ugly duckling turning into a white swan is not how hard it tried to learn to walk by following its mother duck.

But because it was originally a goose egg.

If it were a purebred duck, no matter how hard it practiced on the shore, no matter how much it flapped its wings and screamed, it would still not be able to complete the gorgeous transformation to the peak of its life.

from this angle.

Andersen's story of "The Ugly Duckling", full of pink bubbles, still cannot transcend class limitations and is not as beautiful as children imagined when they first read it.

Miao Angwen felt like an ugly duckling.

One of the only two ugly ducklings in the entire Dulwich campus.

The remaining one...that is naturally Gu Weijing.

Whether you want to admit it or not.

He knew in his heart that his views on Gu Weijing were very complicated.

If you have such a person around you, how can it not be complicated?

Some are jealous, some are burning with envy, some are contemptuous... At the bottom of these complex emotions piled up in his heart, if he uncovers them layer by layer, he will find that there are actually people who sympathize with him.

It's no exaggeration to say that I have mixed feelings.

and so.

He knew that Mona and Gu Weijing had broken up, so he waited by the roadside and said those words to her - you see, when someone like you hooks up with others, I know you have bad intentions.

Does Miao Angwen hate Gu Weijing?
of course.

It's more than just annoying, this word is too easy to describe.

He hated Gu Weijing so much.

Keren is an animal with very complex emotions.

When you hate someone so deeply, there is more than hatred in your heart.

Even Miao Aung Win himself is not quite sure.

What kind of emotions were surging in his heart when he faced Mona that day?

The pleasure of revenge and slapping someone in the face?
Taking advantage of someone's misfortune?
Or...

For a moment.

In fact, he just put himself in Gu Weijing's situation and felt that he had become the one who was left behind, so he felt very frustrated.

So, there are some things that Gu Weijing doesn't say, but he has to say them?

Miao Angwen always felt that when he looked at Gu Weijing, it was like looking at a mirror.

In their student days, surrounded by rich men and women, they were the only two who were different.

Work hard.

Work hard.

He felt that, deep down, they were the same.

They are all the same peasants, all filled with anger, all burning with resentment towards poverty, life, and social injustice, and all believe in the same thing—

One day, they will rely on their own hands to cross the class barrier and bring down those high-ranking figures.

Why can others be masters and mistresses surrounded by servants from birth, but they can't do the same?

In your long life, you will meet some people with whom you might have become good friends, but at the end of the story, you have become enemies who hate each other.

He and Gu Weijing are such examples.

Miao Angwen felt that it was not his fault, but Gu Weijing's fault.

Because he chose to let go of his anger.

Gu Weijing could have become a white elephant that stepped on thorns, bravely passed through mud and swamps, broke through all the bushes that dared to block his way forward like breaking grass, and finally rushed out of the forest with his nose raised and roaring.

He was no longer angry.

He was tamed by the smiling face and birthday cake of the student union president, and also by the rules of this world.

it is ridiculous.

What else can the poor people living at the bottom of society have except anger, unwillingness, and the determination to break everything and climb up?
Isn't the only rule in this world the survival of the fittest?

There are only two kinds of people in the world, one is the person who will be punished for committing a crime, and the other is the person who will not be punished for committing a crime and can even punish others with pride.

In the foreign classics reading class in the ninth grade, didn’t the great writer Dostoyevsky write about this matter clearly in “The Brothers Karamazov”?

Out of the students in my grade who took that course, only seven got an A.

Miao Angwen knew it very well.

In fact, Mona Sandenu's homework was done with the help of Gu Weijing, while the homework of the remaining four people was done with the help of Miao Angwen.

So, in fact, in the entire school, they were the only two people who read the book list and various reading materials from beginning to end.

Miao Angwen made a total of $810 from this matter.

He earned $200 by writing a report for one person and getting an A. Three of them were "regular customers" who asked him to write their homework, so he gave them a 85% discount as per the usual practice.

After all, it is a summary report, and the A-level grade is determined based on the proportion of the total number of students in the class.

There is one more who didn't get an A.

So I refunded half of it and only charged $100.

You see, Miao Angwen always keeps a clear account in his heart.

Even the price list is extremely detailed.

Dulwich is a good resource pool with many wealthy people.

200 dollars is the average two months salary for the poor, and it may just be the money that the rich guys in school spend on buying some accessories in CS:GO. It is not even enough to buy a new iPhone.

You play your games, I do my homework, and we all have a bright future.

The money and goods are exchanged, very fair.

Don't be fooled by the fact that Miao Angwen is bossed around in school, runs errands for others, and cheats for others. He is just a timid little follower.

In fact, Miao Angwen really made a lot of money from this to support his family.

The income is much higher than that of ordinary white-collar workers in Yangon.

Where is Gu Weijing?

What did he read? He read the book into his dog's stomach!

Gu Weijing pitifully turned himself into someone else's resource.

What did he gain from helping Mona with her homework? Baking small homemade cakes that cost two dollars outside? Love and dignity?

Give me a break.

Love is a game that only rich people can play. There is no heart that cannot be moved, only a price that cannot be moved.

Feelings are a big balance.

The more resources you have, the more you can ask for.

When he said to Mona, "How much does it cost to sleep with you for one night?", there was a vengeful mockery and interrogation in his heart.

Miao Angwen never liked Mona.

For someone like Mona, as long as your offer is high enough, far exceeding the price she has set for her emotional value, she will let you have whatever you want, and she will even play games to a degree that you won't believe.

in contrast.

If you don't bring enough value, she will abandon you without any nostalgia.

In Xihe Club, those beautiful girls, whether local or foreign, are all examples of this. They are pretending to be ice goddesses, being whores and pretending to be saints.

Near Zhu Zhechi, near the ink is black.

Living environment determines a person's attitude towards life.

The more extreme a person is, the less he likes beautiful universal values. He confuses morality with domestication and finds excuses to justify his behavior.

Life around Miao Ang Win was decadent and corrupt.

Therefore, in Miao Angwen's heart, he always selectively ignored the shining points in Mona and regarded love as something insignificant and something that could be trampled underfoot.

He felt that he had found the truth of the world under hypocritical morality, and that this society was constantly proving itself right time and time again.

Gu Weijing let go of his anger and transformed himself from a wild elephant into a little lamb led by the rich lady.

He became docile and well-behaved, forgetting that he once had the power to break through everything and was restricted by the rules and regulations of society and could not move forward.

Without anger, there is no vitality.

When Mona left you behind, she didn't even look at you.

And he himself, Miao Angwen, made the right choice at the right time, so he rose to fame overnight.

Miao Angwen has ten thousand reasons in his mind to convince himself that he is much stronger and can do better than Gu Weijing.

But he had only one question, which he had never figured out for such a long time - why did so many people like him instead of himself?

Regardless of whether it was an exploitation or not, Mona once liked him, but she only ridiculed and mocked Miao Angwen.

What's going on with Koko?

Koko's love for him was written all over her face, but she didn't even want to look at him for even a second.

Good looks?
Gu Weijing is probably better looking than him, probably, at least he is fairer than him.

But he wasn't that handsome. Miao Angwen didn't believe this reason at all.

Girls can still find some reasons such as "superficial" and "not understanding real men" in their hearts to gain more or less.

Where is Brother Hao?
Miao Angwen admired Brother Hao from the bottom of his heart, but even he had to face one thing: even until today, Brother Hao still liked and appreciated Gu Weijing much more than himself.

Even Brother Hao didn't bother to hide this from him.

Why? Why?
Miao Angwen felt that Gu Weijing had a special temperament.

He told himself it was nothing.

We are all the same ugly duckling. Even if Gu Weijing has the temperament of a swan, why can't he have it too?

This has been the foundation of Miao Aung Win's worldview for a long time.

just now.

The foundation has been seriously challenged——

Oh shit.

Could it be that everyone’s duck eggs are of different varieties?

He was not sure whether Gu Weijing was a swan egg, but Miao Angwen was really frightened by Gu Tongxiang.

This was the first time he met Gu Tongxiang, so naturally he didn't know that the old man Gu was lazy at home, whining and not wanting to paint.

At least for the moment.

The sight of Old Gu Bi Wang smoking the Xuehuan and giving orders to Gu Weijing about the affairs of the country was indeed quite like a swan.

Although it was an old, ugly swan with a bald head, lost feathers, and a cackling sound.

But after all, they look different from normal humans.

Miao Aung Win fell into deep self-doubt.

"Even so...even so...so what."

Miao Angwen looked at Gu Weijing's back at the window, and crumpled the paper cup into a ball under the table.

"Even if you are a damned natural born artist, you chose the wrong path. Even if you are a swan and I am a duckling, it is me who has flown to the treetops and turned into a phoenix today! It is me!"

Miao Angwen roared in his heart, almost gnashing his teeth.

"In terms of connections and resources, no one can compare to me. The day you reject Brother Hao, the swan will be cooked and eaten anyway."

Squeak——

Just as Miao Angwen's mind was full of random thoughts.

The door of the tea room was pushed open from the inside to the outside.

"welcome."

Someone who looked like the hostess of the meeting opened the door and stood at the entrance.

"Dear teachers, the results of the membership voting on the board of directors have come out. Please follow me."

Teng!
Almost in an instant, the expressions of the people who were posing in the tea room, some pretending to be intellectuals, some pretending to be bohemian, some pretending to be crazy, some pretending to be stupid, some pretending to be simple, and some pretending to be indifferent, all changed significantly.

Everyone had a stern, even murderous look on their faces as they followed the female host out in a line.

Pu, Pu, Pu, Pu... This is the sound of the big brother in long gown's small cloth shoes stepping on the ground.

Tap, tap, tap, tap... This is the sound made by uncle "Fire Cloud Evil God" kicking his flip-flops on the tiles in the corridor.

Tap, tap, tap, tap... This is the echo of the four leather shoes of grandpa Gu Tongxiang, who was holding his grandson tightly, falling to the ground together.

It was like some strange duet.

In the chaotic pace of the crowd, like the floodgates of a madhouse being opened.

Gu Weijing and Miao Angwen's eyes crossed in the air for a moment, and then they turned their heads away from each other.

……

When Gu Weijing arrived at a small auditorium inside the Artists Association on the fourth floor of the building, which looked like a screening room, he was not sure whether the reason was psychological.

He felt that the atmosphere at the scene was a bit strange.

A fat old man with gray hair was already standing on the podium next to the projection screen.

The old man wore agate-framed glasses, had a half-finger-long moustache, and his polished brown leather belt was slightly bulged by his small belly.

He recognized the other person's identity.

A silk painting artist named Li has been doing some international work in Paris, France in recent years and is also one of the vice presidents of the China Artists Association.

Gu Weijing had often been seen in local art news reports.

It's not surprising to see Vice President Li here.

The strange thing is, if Gu Weijing's ability to read people's expressions, which he had trained through portraiture, had not gone astray—

When Vice President Li looked at the candidates, the expression on his face seemed a little...constipated?
Also.

Gu Weijing knew that the top leaders of the National Artists Association should have completed the review and voting on the qualifications of new members while waiting in the tea room.

Don't know why.

In the auditorium, apart from President Li on the rostrum, he did not see any other senior members of the Artists Association.

eccentric.

Those present were basically veterans who had been working in the industry for many years, and Gu Weijing was definitely not the only one who could find problems.

Almost the moment I walked in.

Including his grandfather Gu Tongxiang, many people looked hesitant and confused for a moment.

“We are about to start, the 2023 Myanmar National Art Association…”

Vice President Li seemed to have no intention of waiting for everyone to sit down. As soon as everyone entered the door, he wiped his forehead with toilet paper, gestured to the photographer, and started talking to himself.

(End of this chapter)