Almighty painter

Chapter 705 The Upcoming Symposium
Cangi——Changi tree.

Singaporeans have different opinions on what kind of tree the Changi Tree is.

One theory is that it is the name of a nearly 1942-meter-tall tree that was mysteriously destroyed by the Japanese in . Another theory is that it is a species of Dipterocarpaceae, named after the homophony of its Malay scientific name Chengal Pasir or Chengal mata kuching.

But no matter which statement is right or wrong.

It is a word related to trees.

As an international airport named after "Cangi", there are undoubtedly many trees in Singapore Changi International Airport.

The same is true for the VIP lounge.

A mimosa tree sprouted out from the soil deliberately left between the marble tiles on the floor, and the upper edge of the tree crown almost touched the glass of the sun dome in the lounge, which was more than five meters high.

The shade of the trees is like a canopy.

Miss Elena was at one side of the room, accidentally picking up the journal "Asian Art" on the table.

Mr. Cao and his disciples were also discussing matters related to Gu Weijing here.

It was probably because I sat on the plane for too long.

From beginning to end.

The old man stood under the tree stubbornly.

Since Mr. Cao was standing, then naturally no one else had the right to sit.

Everyone hid in the shadows of the mimosa trees, as if they didn't want the arguments and disagreements within the sect to be known to outsiders.

They talked in low voices.

The interwoven branches and leaves overhead act as a natural umbrella to block out the sound, cutting the sounds of everyone's conversations and the surrounding sunlight into fragments and patches.

In the fragmented shadows, only a few scattered words floated out.

"... Calm down... Gu Weijing, the art exhibition is about to start, what's the matter..."

"It's okay, it's just a small-scale discussion... it'll be quick..."

"…I need to make some phone calls…Do you want a ceremony…"

"…The invitations have all been sent…"

It was mainly Liu Ziming who was talking and Cao Xuan who was listening.

Mr. Liu's voice is gentle but powerful.

If you simply listen to his tone, you can hardly sense any strong subjective emotions or prejudices.

When he pointed to the book "Asian Art" in his hand and said, "If this paper by Gu Weijing is spread out like this, there may be risks. Why don't I find a few friends to hold a discussion?", his tone was exactly the same as when the TV host on the evening news program pointed to the swirling clouds on the weather forecast board behind him and said, "A tropical cyclone is approaching from the Indian Ocean. The center of the cyclone is expected to reach Kuala Lumpur in four days, which may cause the risk of floods. Now we will invite meteorological experts to give you a detailed interpretation."

Liu Ziming is working hard on his job as an intelligence analyst.

He provided Cao Xuan with the possible information, and then explained to the teacher in a clear and orderly manner the various risks that Gu Weijing faced in "paper fraud", and persuaded the old man not to be deceived by him because of his blind love for "Gu kid".

He also expressed his confusion and opposition several times that Cao Xuan wanted to postpone dealing with this matter until after the exhibition.

"If this is fake, the sooner it is discovered, the better. The lower the profile, the better. The higher you stand, the harder you fall. Teacher, my opinion is not just for your own good. If you really like little friend Gu, then... in the long run, this is also for his own good."

"If it's not yours, even if you steal it, it won't be yours anymore. Besides, for some things, you should be prepared for the worst -"

He said so.

Liu Ziming's voice seems to carry a natural sincerity.

There is a kind of magic that makes people believe what the famous scholar says even though his words are obviously empty.

He can add his personal judgment to conjectures without any evidence and make it sound like a definite conclusion.

Old Yang standing beside him was filled with emotion.

Check it out.

Otherwise, he might be the son of a business tycoon.

“Yes, this is called professionalism.”

Tang Ning looked down on Gu Weijing, and all his disdain and contempt for him were straightforward and frank.

Even when Liu Ziming expressed his suspicion of Gu Weijing and even used the word "stealing", it still sounded like a warm and caring uncle who cared about his junior.

He was doing it… for his own good.

The man's voice always carries a sincere and authoritative force.

If such a voice appeared in a bar, it would surely fascinate the girl who was drinking Long Island iced tea alone at the bar with her deep and heavy voice.

Even in the open environment of the airport, a greasy man like Lao Yang could hear it.

He couldn't help but find that the other person was very charming... Ugh, bah, bah, it was very convincing.

If it weren't for Ms. Wei Yunxian, she would always insert one or two very sarcastic sneers into Liu Ziming's conversation.

Then.

Liu Ziming's voice will sound even more authoritative.

"laugh."

Cao Lao's third disciple Wei Yunxian sneered again, slightly but clearly enough to be heard by his junior fellow apprentice, as if she was very disdainful of his attitude.

What a pity.

Ms. Wei, if you are dissatisfied with Liu Ziming, just say it directly!
If you really find this scene disgusting, you can just plug your ears or even turn away and not listen.

This airport is so big that you could run a marathon around it. How come there isn’t a quiet place for you to hide away?
Liu Ziming didn't even look at Wei Yunxian, and turned a deaf ear to the sneer, as if he had successfully blocked out the voice of his senior sister.

Lao Yang's brain has not yet successfully developed such high-end functions.

He got goosebumps from laughing.

Yang Dekang secretly glanced at the old man, trying to guess what the old man was thinking at this moment.

Cao Xuan was leaning on a cane, standing with his back to the sun in the heavy shadow of the mimosa tree.

Old Yang squinted his eyes and peeked for a long time, but he still couldn't see the old man's face clearly at the moment, so he had no way of guessing what he was thinking.

He just felt.

The skinny old man stood under the tree, like a branch hanging down from the treetops.

Mottled, crooked, gnarled branches.

Is it the angle of the sunlight?

Old Cao's shadow seemed to have become a little more hunched.

Yang Dekang sighed softly in his heart.

The old man is indeed in a difficult position.

It feels like a weather forecast expert is speaking, but every few sentences he is interrupted by the sound of gongs from Hebei Bangzi opera.

"Tomorrow night at 20 p.m., southwest wind weather - bang! bang! - Heavy rain weather will - bang! bang! - For at least a week in the future, eastern Malaysia - bang bang!"

Liu Ziming's gentle and elegant judgment and the sneering laughter of Wei Yunxian and her junior fellow apprentice echoed in his ears one after another.

Who do you think we should believe?

If you put yourself in his shoes, you will realize that Old Master Cao is also having a hard time handling the situation right now.

Upright officials can hardly break housework.

Great artists often have headaches about problems among their disciples.

The conflicts within the studio are often far more difficult to deal with than the intrigues outside.

We can just deal with the competition from outside with our own strength.

Internal turmoil is like a person walking on a balance beam while holding a raw egg in an incubator. Only when all conditions are right can a new artistic life break through the eggshell and poke its head out of the incubator.

As long as one's balance is not good during the bumps.

Even though the egg looks intact from the outside, the yolk has already been shaken apart by the people inside.

Old man Cao Xuan is the patriarch standing on the balance beam and holding the incubator.

At this moment, the box not only contained Gu Weijing, "Schrödinger's last disciple", but also Mr. Liu and Ms. Wei, the two hatched roosters and hens, who would occasionally peck at each other.

Difficult.

too difficult.

At this critical moment, someone must truly and bravely stand up to make everyone return to rationality and truly reduce the increasingly strong smell of gunpowder, so that the stuck machine can start turning again and save Old Master Cao from the dilemma of having to choose between two sides.

And such people, my friends, are the true Superheroes.

The woman in the wheelchair on the other side gently turned the page of the paper in her hand.

The hero who stood up to save Cao Xuan at the critical moment was naturally...

That's right.

It’s Lao Yang.

Lao Yang patted his belly and bravely went up with his treasured jokes.

In this complicated situation, who else could act as a lubricant except him?
"Oh my, what everyone said makes sense. Listen to me -"

then.

In the mix of weather forecast and Hebei Bangzi, there is also a segment where crosstalk performers sing Lianhualuo on the overpass.

The scene was extremely chaotic for a moment!
Wei Yunxian and Liu Ziming both had their own thoughts. Lao Yang's joining was like pouring a bucket of hot gutter oil on the dry grass that was already rubbing and producing smoke.

Get excited.

There was just an atmosphere of white smoke, but sparks suddenly appeared and the situation was about to develop in an uncontrollable direction.

Maybe right at the airport, everyone was going to end up in a quarrel.

Clang, clang, clang.

The sound of a cane hitting the ground was heard.

Mr. Cao attaches great importance to health preservation.

Picasso was in his eighties.

It is said that he could even draw huge sketches several meters long on the wall with chalk, with his upper body bare. After finishing, he would be sweating all over, but he was full of energy and did not look tired at all.

Cao Xuan was already over 90 years old, but he could teach a whole class in the classroom without blushing or panting. He could also write the entire "Heart Sutra" on the ground with a giant pen without his arm muscles trembling at all.

It is definitely an exaggeration to say that the old man can produce sparks by knocking his cane on the ground.

The voice was very deep and powerful.

No matter whether it was the contestant "broadcasting the weather forecast", "playing the Hebei Bangzi", or "singing the Lotus Flower Fall" at the top of their lungs, they were all silenced for a moment.

Except for Anna, who is still immersed in the world of her thesis and has no interest in what is happening in the outside world.

Everyone in the VIP lounge, including the entourage of Elena's family, couldn't help but look in the direction of the old man under the tree.

"All right."

Cao Xuan's voice was calm.

He quietly rebuked the farce of chaos before him.

The old man did not scold his apprentice or say anything angrily like "I'm not dead yet, wait until I'm dead before you start quarreling."

His tone sounded the same as always.

old.

Slightly hoarse.

But the moment his voice rang out again, Liu Ziming stopped talking, Wei Yunxian stopped sneering, and Old Yang smiled the most obedient smile possible.

Everyone knows.

The one who can make the final decision is always Old Master Cao.

He is the pillar of painting and the uncrowned king in the field of art.

When Mr. Cao makes up his mind, no matter whether you are happy or unhappy, all you can do is say "I understand, teacher."

Lao Yang's worries were actually unnecessary.

An "outsider" like him still could not really fully understand the special relationship between Cao Xuan and his disciples.

No matter where you go in life or how tall you grow, some people will always be your parents, and some people will always be your teachers.

Cao Xuan is such a person.

Whether Liu Ziming and Tang Ning like Gu Weijing or not, that is their business for a country bumpkin like Gu Weijing.

They all respect the old man.

Each of them is a famous painter, each of them is among the top 100 artists, and even each of them is a wealthy man.

In the eyes of outsiders, even in the eyes of Miss Elena, they are all great painters.

But the moment Cao Xuan really started tapping his cane and speaking, they...all turned into children in the studio again.

Even though Lin Tao, the oldest disciple, is now an old man and bald like Old Man Gu - he is over 60 years old, but in the field of art, he still lives under the protection of Cao Xuan.

That being the case.

Then he is still Cao Xuan's child.

Children dare to have different opinions from their parents, dare to be angry with their parents, and even dare to turn their backs on their parents and turn away from their letters.

But that's the most...

There are many things that they are actually still not brave enough to do.

Or rather unwilling.

If Lao Yang understood this, he would understand.

No matter whether Cao Xuan's disciples are harmonious with each other or not, as long as Cao Xuan is alive, as long as the old man can still stand here with his cane.

Then people’s hearts will not disperse.

"I understand your opinions."

"Ziming - you said you didn't want this matter to be delayed until the end of the exhibition. Fine, we'll do it according to your wishes."

"Whether it's true or false, we have to face it openly. That's the truth." Cao Xuan nodded.

Liu Ziming's expression relaxed.

"Listen to me. Since you said you want to help Gu, then go ahead and help him. No need to discuss privately. You are very familiar with Singapore. Please contact the Biennale Organizing Committee and ask them to hold an interview for this paper, Gu Weijing and Ms. Sakai Katsuko at the Esplanade. It should be large-scale and high-level, and held during the exhibition."

"teacher?"

Liu Ziming's expression changed suddenly.

"The schedule is already arranged. This is inconvenient. Besides, with Gu Weijing's identity, it is not appropriate—"

Mr. Cao ignored him and continued.

"I don't care what method you use. Donate to the organizer, provide sponsorship, or contact people. I just want the result. You go and get it done. If you can't do it, then I will go and contact people myself. I will do it. Since Gu can write this paper, then this honor and attention should naturally belong to him."

(End of this chapter)