Almighty painter

Chapter 712 Peerless Master
Lao Yang felt that Gu Weijing in the back seat didn't seem to fully understand what he was saying.

He then took the matchstick out of his mouth and explained it again as a "professional".

"Let's put it this way."

“If any negative information falls into the hands of the company’s agent, it may be used as a threat when you change jobs and move to other galleries. But your own agent and assistant will not. Therefore, I suggest that after you officially debut, you should still hire a reliable personal agent or assistant.”

"There are many twists and turns here, and cooperation is always a two-way selection process."

"An excellent painter will choose an art agent that he likes, and an excellent art agent will also choose a painter who is worth cultivating. Whoever can find a truly reliable, steady, honest, reliable and trustworthy professional will make a fortune!"

Lao Yang scratched his chin and unconsciously revealed a reliable, steady, honest, trustworthy and greasy smile.

"But these things can be considered later."

"At least during this exhibition, the interests of the Ma Shi Gallery and your personal interests are consistent in most cases. They will not harm you now."

"Protecting your interests means protecting the gallery's future assets. Although the Ma Shi Gallery has declined, don't underestimate the size of any intercontinental gallery like this. As long as you are worthy, they even have the power to connect you with the Elena family or people like Sir Brown."

"Also, I have a personal suggestion. It's up to you whether you listen to it or not. It's just my personal opinion."

The car drove under the overpass.

A dusk-like shadow shone through the windshield of the car window.

Lao Yang's voice became even lower. If you didn't listen carefully, it would be almost drowned out by the engine sound of the BMW in front of you. It sounded sneaky.

"About that paper on Asian Art."

"You say." Gu Weijing asked.

"Don't fight for credit, don't think about showing off. Contact Sakai Katsuko more often in the next two days. You have a good relationship with her, right? If I were you, I would just follow behind that girl obediently, and just agree with what she says. The media will definitely be more interested in Miss Sakai. Anyway, your names are connected. Give in if you can. The more weight she carries in this paper, the more closely she will be tied to you. The paper has been published, and the substance has been obtained. Don't compete with Sakai Kazunari's daughter for a little face."

"You should know how to hide your shortcomings. You should know how to hide your shortcomings. Being steady is more important than anything else. As I said before, when you come out of the Esplanade, you will be the star, Brother Gu!"

He quickly said this sentence, closed his mouth and stopped talking.

The car was silent for less than half a minute.

"Will there be a problem with that paper? Will there be trouble at the seminar?" Gu Weijing said.

He was just inexperienced, not stupid. Moreover, he had just confronted someone as cunning as a fox like Brother Hao.

What Lao Yang said to him was probably not without purpose.

After coming out of Xihe Guild Hall, he had read some of the increasingly heated discussions about the paper in the art world these days.

Because of this, he always thought that the dialogue session at the Singapore Biennale was something Mr. Liu had specially fought for, giving him the opportunity to showcase himself.

However, Gu Weijing heard some other meaning in Lao Yang's words.

Very strange meaning.

"Trouble? Not really. It's just that the risks of such public talks are always uncontrollable... You know that the people you are talking to are from the Oil Painting team, right?"

Old Yang laughed slickly and said something half-truthfully.

"Is this a bad thing?" Gu Weijing raised his eyebrows. "'Oil Painting' is the most important media magazine in the art world, right? One of my grandfather's biggest dreams in life was to have his own page in the 'Oil Painting' buyer's guide column."

"It depends on what you think. As long as you handle it well, it's not a bad thing. However, with the level of Oil Painting, they are used to being 'domineering'. Those who obey me will prosper, and those who disobey me will perish. As a rule, even if you are interviewing a big star, no matter how many millions or tens of millions you are worth, they will not inform you in advance. If you can please them, you will rise to prominence and become famous, and today is the day."

Old Yang thought of the young lady in the wheelchair.

I couldn't help but lick my lips.

It seemed as if he couldn't control the urge to wag his tongue, rush up, bark, and kneel down to lick her.

"But if someone finds any flaws in you, or you act inappropriately, you will be a little bitch." Yang Dekang pouted again: "I said I would make you cry on the spot, and I will make you cry, no questions asked."

"You know Anna Elena, right? That super pretty girl, but she has a poisonous tongue. I don't know if the person you'll be talking to will be her, but... be careful. Forget about you. People like Van Dorn and Sir Brown, they're buried just like that."

Old Yang hummed in his heart.

So what if she's charming?
Sir Brown's white-bearded old gentleman's look is artistic and decent enough, right? Van Dorn is also a trendy brand designer!
Miss Elena doesn't buy it at all.

"Sir Brown has a solid foundation. He fell into a pit and although he was a bit embarrassed, he was still able to struggle to climb out and continue to be the chairman. If it were you, Brother Gu? You wouldn't even have to climb. You would have fallen to your death. Do you understand the principle of a pony crossing a river? In Sir Brown's eyes, it was a big pit that could break his ankle, but in front of you, it's a big cliff."

"It's always better to be careful."

"Of course, just forget about it if you've heard it, but don't spread it around outside."

As Lao Yang spoke, he used his fingers to pick at the stitching of the Alcantara suede fabric on the steering wheel.

It is rare that he said these words without any utilitarian motive.

When Cao Xuan gave him the painting of Wisteria Flowers, he asked Lao Yang what his impression of Gu Weijing was. Lao Yang answered honestly, saying frankly that he was not bad.

There is no other reason.

Old Yang didn’t know whether Gu Weijing’s work met Mr. Cao’s standards, but the kid was sweet-mouthed, so it left some emotional points in Yang Dekang’s heart.

That's it.

That's all.

Man is a very strange creature.

Some people's words in this world are so light and casual that outsiders cannot obtain them even if they have a fortune in their hands.

There are also some people who say things that are obviously worth a fortune, but they give them to you for free just because of a slight smile or a look from you.

People’s hearts are complicated.

The human heart is also pure.

The photographer named Lin from Yangon had nothing to do with the Art Association's affairs, so he just nodded and went along with it.

Someone took over Miao Aung Win's house.

He also confiscated a house from Gu Weijing.

He didn't even know Gu Weijing, and there was no conflict of interest between them, but he just wanted to know about it because of a photo in the newspaper, which was a photo of a young man dancing with a little girl with AIDS.

For an instant.

Something touched his heart, so he slapped the table and stood up.

He was obviously afraid of Brother Hao, and he knew clearly that his behavior was not worth it.

But at that moment, what drove him to stand up was not some meaningless favor, but simply because - he saw the shadow of his youth in Gu Weijing.

That's all.

It is illusory, not like a small villa on the beach in Thailand. It is invisible and intangible, yet heavier than a house.

Suddenly, Old Yang prompted him to speak and made him willing to talk about these things with Gu Weijing.

It was just because Gu Weijing called him "Brother Yang" a few times...it was just because Gu Weijing was so sweet.

The so-called sweet talk.

According to the general social evaluation standards, even if Gu Weijing is not a very sharp person like Anna or the blonde aunt Mrs. Sakai, he is definitely not considered to be good at speaking.

They are two completely different personalities.

Miss Elena is powerful and imposing. She is the tallest edelweiss on the iceberg and the brightest gem on the golden crown.

Gu Weijing is gentle and introverted.

He is just a stick of incense in the stove.

Whether it is his classmates at school or his cousin Gu Lin at home, they all feel that Gu Weijing is a person who is a little sensitive, a little introverted, and not very talkative.

Old Yang is a rustic person. In front of Miss Elena, Old Master Cao and his disciples, he is like a servile and fawning dog who is rubbing against each other and having fun.

But in the eyes of outsiders.

He is Teacher Yang, also known as Yang Baopi. He is Cao Xuan’s personal assistant and the working emperor of the art world!
Lao Yang pretends to be very professional.

He didn't lie to the blonde girl. In the social circle of professional painters, Edward Yang is really a big shot, no doubt about it!

The yellow marten at the foot of Lingshan Mountain stole a few mouthfuls of the lamp oil in front of the Bodhisattva's seat, ran to the lower world, and was able to fight the Monkey King with real swords and guns for thirty rounds.

The Chihuahua in front of the old immortal's door.

If put outside, it can be regarded as a curly-haired lion king with a small belly!

At general art festivals or low-level cocktail parties, whenever Mr. Yang shows up, he is the center of attention. When he tells a joke, everyone laughs along, calling him “MR. YANG.”

Lao Yang is also a person who is very sensitive to the world and human nature.

When the proud and glorious Miss Tang Ning arrogantly called him "Old Yang", he could vaguely sense the slight disgust in her heart, like seeing a shedding Chihuahua.

Mr. Liu, a wealthy nobleman, hugged him gracefully at the airport, threw the keys of his BMW to him, looked into his eyes and told him to drive it as he pleased, but he never "looked" at him in his heart.

Old Yang also understood.

Perhaps I have heard too much insincere laughter, touched too many hypocritical wine glasses, and spent too much time floundering in the greasy vat of Vanity Fair.

Every time he met Gu Weijing.

When he saw the other person looking into his eyes, smiling and calling him "Brother Yang".

Listening to the clear and refreshing tone, Lao Yang couldn't help but feel a slight movement in his heart.

Oil is oil.

Water is water.

Oil and water separate naturally.

The dirty and greasy old gutter oil that has been soaked for more than ten years will be moistened and float up when encountering clear spring water, and it is rare that it can even touch the bottom of the pebbles in the tank.

Gu Weijing said to him sincerely, "Thank you, Brother Yang."

Lao Yang then secretly reminded him: "In the next two days, be careful and keep a low profile."

Except for the first time they met, when Gu Weijing painted a mural of Mr. Cao, which almost scared Old Yang into having a myocardial infarction.

After meeting so many times, he had no personal prejudice against Gu Weijing and actually had a pretty good impression of him.

Some things involve Lao Yang's life plan.

I don’t support Gu Weijing because young people are not qualified.

He has been working hard in the industry for so many years to get what he has today.

Why would Edward Yang put all his sports car, his seven-figure annual salary, and his professional status at the stake on Gu Weijing?

What if someone came with a big villa, a big yacht, and a blonde girl to test Lao Yang and challenge his weaknesses?
Lao Yang always hated himself for not being able to last until the beauty trap and being bought off.

He is such a coward that he never fights a battle against the wind.

When Tang Ning didn't want the "Wisteria Painting", Lao Yang was very happy to secretly pick it up and take it home.

He would not stand out and wave flags to attract attention.

The same reason.

Lao Yang is such a coward. He is willing to use a secondary account to passionately debate with others on Gu Weijing's paper online, and is also willing to sneak around in the car to give him some subtle hints, asking him to be more careful.

On the one hand, it was Mr. Cao who spoke.

No matter what, whether the paper was falsified or not, and whether he won a prize at the Biennale or not, Gu Weijing would become his student.

on the other hand.

Maybe he really had a good impression of Gu Weijing. "Just be careful. The conversation in this art center might be difficult to handle. Mr. Cao might be a little worried."

Having said that, the middle-aged man asked himself, is he absolutely worthy of Gu Weijing's words "Thank you, Brother Yang".

He has done his best.

Whether he is smart enough and can understand what is said.

That is entirely Gu Weijing’s own business.

Thinking of this, Lao Yang glanced at the young man through the rearview mirror with a sly look.

He saw Gu Weijing also looking at him in the rearview mirror.

The afternoon light shone through the skylight on the roof of the car, and the small mirror in the center of the windshield looked like a lake covered with gold powder.

The other person's face was reflected exactly in the gold powder and water waves.

The shadows of the surrounding buildings kept passing by, the gold powder was wiped off the shadows, and then spread out by the water waves. Only on the face of the 18-year-old young man named Gu Weijing, the light was so calm that it seemed frozen.

"Okay, leave it to me."

Gu Weijing said calmly.

"I understand." Old Yang nodded.

As soon as the words left his mouth.

Then he froze.

There are often two situations for young painters who are just starting out.

Art students who come from wealthy families and have a smooth career are likely to develop an arrogant personality.

The arrogant pride and the haughty arrogance.

I think sooner or later.

They will win the world.

And those whose fate is relatively rough and miserable, such as those who got their first opportunity in life when they were in their thirties or forties, or those artists who came from small or poor places.

Some of them are very sensitive.

Sensitive and inferior.

Ok.

The word "inferiority complex" is not a good description. Lao Yang would rather say that it is a strong sense of insecurity.

The opportunity is too precious, too important and too rare.

therefore.

They look like rabbits in a cage, trembling with fear and treading on thin ice. No matter what they do or what they paint, their breath is hanging and their hearts are in tension.

It doesn’t mean that there will be any problems between these two personalities.

But say.

People with these two personalities are prone to failure.

If it is too hard, it will break easily; if it is too soft, it will decay.

There are too many uncertainties in the art industry. No one can guarantee that they can achieve greatness. Even Sir John Brown suffered a disastrous defeat at the European Art Conference.

No matter how good your family background is or how powerful your master is, you may still be slapped in the face by reality.

If you ignore the advice from adults and get slapped in the face by reality, you might just collapse.

The latter is careful enough.

But if the mood in your heart is not smooth, your thoughts will never be clear enough, and you will easily fall into a cycle of self-doubt frequently.

Gu Weijing should have both of these feelings.

He has both a complacent side and a side full of insecurity.

At the age of 18, he should be proud of himself for being able to publish a paper in "Asian Art" and participate in art exhibitions such as the Singapore International Biennale.

Not to mention - there are young ladies at the airport who actively add you as a social friend.

If Lao Yang had such qualifications, he would be able to brag all the time.

on the other hand.

What is Gu Weijing’s family background?
What is Tang Ning's family background? What is Sakai Katsuko's family background? What is Liu Ziming's family background?
Compared with Mr. Cao’s other disciples and the people in his social circle, he would easily feel inferior.

Just like this time, Lao Yang kindly reminded Gu Weijing to be more steady and give as much attention as possible to Sakai Katsuko and stay back to avoid the limelight.

Otherwise, Gu Weijing would not care and would just want to fight for his own point.

Otherwise, he might even think that Lao Yang said this to him: "Are you looking down on me?"

Outward pride will aggravate inner inferiority.

Inner inferiority complex often manifests itself in the form of morbid pride and morbid sensitivity.

They are two sides of the same coin.

What made Lao Yang unbelievable was.

He actually did not find any trace of these two feelings in Gu Weijing at all.

"Okay, leave it to me."

Gu Weijing's answer consisted of just five simple words.

There is no hesitation or doubt.

It is as simple as casually taking a bottle of mineral water, yet condensed and not dispersed, like regular script carved on a stone wall with an axe, naturally carrying the power to convince people.

He had no ill will towards Gu Weijing himself, but regarding Gu Weijing's paper, while Lao Yang was enjoying the pleasure of passionately confronting others online, in his heart, he often had some doubts similar to Liu Ziming's.

Old Yang had repeatedly reminded him that if there was "something wrong" he should not hide it when facing the gallery.

Now is not the time to cover up dirty laundry.

Gu Weijing looked straight into Lao Yang's eyes, and in just a moment, Lao Yang suddenly believed that he was not lying and that there was no problem with the paper.

at least.

The paper on "Asian Art" should really have been written by him himself.

Again.

An invisible aura emanated from his body.

Old Yang almost forgot Gu Weijing's age, and suddenly he thought he was talking to a highly respected master like Cao Xuan.

His "I understand".

Subconsciously, his tone was also very respectful.

It's not his imagination.

The other person's demeanor, style and feeling clearly resemble the style of a graceful master of art.

Old Yang looked at Gu Weijing seriously for a few times.

"Um... the link to buy the clothes and pants, remember to send it to me when you have time!"

He suddenly spoke.

A man relies on his clothes and a horse relies on his saddle.

When it comes to shaping his personal image, Lao Yang is a very pragmatic person.

You don't need to know how to refrigerate to evaluate a refrigerator.

When you see others wearing something nice and classy, ​​just dress like them.

During this period, Lao Yang originally wanted to go for the "domineering president" style, but he hit a wall at the airport and noticed the change in Gu Weijing's temperament.

Even though it doesn’t look like anything special, it works!
Lao Yang is very good at learning, and he feels it necessary to dress up someday.

"Who picked out the clothes? Did you choose them yourself?"

"No. Someone else picked it."

"What image designer? One specifically prepared for this Biennale? Did the Metz Gallery send you a stylist in advance? Have you taken the final photos? If it's convenient, please share the contact information."

The names of internationally renowned stylists quickly emerged in Lao Yang's mind.

When an important art exhibition opens.

Intercontinental galleries of the level of Maison will spend a lot of money to design personal looks for their top painters.

wrong……

Meuse is a Swiss gallery, and in the past their styling team's style was clearly more European.

Gu Weijing's current dressing style is more Japanese style.

No, no...

It's still a little different.

Besides, Lao Yang didn’t notice that Gu Weijing was wearing luxury clothing brands with endorsement sponsorship agreements with the Meuse Gallery.

When a gallery is creating a look, it won't make such a low-level mistake.

"Oh, there is no clothing team. My grandfather just bought them when he was traveling. They are discounted items and the quality is pretty good." Gu Weijing replied.

"Your grandfather?"

"Gu... uh, Gu Tongxiang." Old Yang was silent for a moment. He had a good memory and after thinking hard, he remembered the name of the bald old man.

“He also knows about styling?”

"Yes, sort of. He really likes to study these things. He used to like to put a copy of Hemingway by his side, wear a suit, a white towel around his neck, roll down the window, and drive with his elbows on the door. He had a nice car."

Gu Weijing smiled and said.

"Sometimes he would play some music from Shanghai and chew something in his mouth."

Old Yang, who was about to roll down the window and put his elbow on the door of a nice car while driving, suddenly felt a shock all over his body.

Wearing a suit, a white towel, holding something in his mouth, and put on the beach... unexpectedly, he actually beat him with a Hemingway?

I don't know if Keats' English poems can stand out.

Master.

There is the aura of a master.

He sniffed hard.

A peerless master.

Who would have thought... that a small calligraphy and painting shop on the street in Yangon could contain... so many hidden talents?

Old Yang was shocked.

(End of this chapter)