Almighty painter

Chapter 758 New Booth (Part )
Having said this, Gu Weijing was shocked to realize that he was no longer the young man who had no other options except to smile and carefully hand over a pack of cigarettes when faced with gangsters coming to his door with fruit baskets and threatening and tempting them.

Unknowingly.

Gu Weijing came to Singapore from Yangon.

He has done a lot of things and he has met a lot of people.

His anonymous illustrator's identity, good or bad, has earned him a lot of fame and attention in the art world. He knows Katsuko and Uncle Sakai's family. When they parted, Mrs. Sakai was willing to give him a check for $100 million, so it shouldn't be difficult to find a way to get him an extra booth.

There is also Mr. Cao Xuan. Needless to say, if Mr. Cao can lend a hand in this matter, it won't be a difficult task.

At least the Ma Shi Gallery will support me.

It's a favor that other people are willing to help him.

It is the duty and responsibility of large galleries to help their contracted artists, and it is part of their daily work. They are a community bound by interests, and Gu Weijing's future interests are equivalent to the future profits of the Ma Shi Gallery.

Even though Gu Weijing has not officially signed a contract with the Ma Shi Gallery, the Ma Shi Gallery has clearly stated that it will not allocate resources to give him any additional help in this Biennale.

Both sides have this tacit understanding.

In business negotiations, the more indispensable party should have a greater say.

The Lion City Biennale is like the gallery’s final round of interview for Gu Weijing. If he succeeds in getting a high score in the interview, then that’s great. The gallery will open its arms warmly to welcome their future star and present him with a personal exhibition at a well-known art museum at great expense as a job gift.

He proved himself to be worth the price.

What if Gu Weijing hit a wall in the interview?

Also good.

Then the gallery will also open its arms warmly to welcome Gu Weijing and pave the way for him in his future career.

The Ma Shi Gallery has proved that its existence is indispensable to Gu Weijing, and that even the most talented young painters need art promoters like them to guide the way. There is no doubt that they are certainly qualified to demand better contract terms.

But anyway.

Once his name is written on the pre-signing contract, he can be considered half a Marseille member.

Lao Yang hinted to him that if he really encountered a problem that he couldn't solve, he might as well ask the gallery for help. Kid, don't care about face, face is worthless. It will never go wrong to ask more.

CDX Gallery can help their painters clear obstacles. I heard that there are special booths and luncheons are held in luxury hotels.

Even if the Ma Shi Gallery is not a giant aircraft carrier in the industry today, it can be regarded as a dreadnought in the past. It once dominated the art trend decades ago. Even though it has declined to this day, it still has a top gallery with a assets of hundreds of millions of euros. They have connections and channels.

I'm not sure if I can convince Oil Painting magazine if I really put all my effort into it, but it won't be difficult to impress curator Tonks.

……

There are many ways, and it is not difficult to find a bargaining chip that can impress Tonks.

Uncle Sakai's family, Mr. Cao, and Mr. Ma Shi III.

As long as he is willing to ask for help.

As long as he is willing to speak.

The crying child gets the milk. Gu Weijing went back and called them one by one, begging them pitifully. He was confident that these people were most likely willing to help him get what he wanted.

He really didn't need to act pathetic, he didn't need to put himself into Tonks' story, the young man who had nothing but his old shirt and his artistic dreams.

"Thank you, Mr. Tonks, for being willing to tell me that story."

Gu Weijing turned sideways and said.

No matter what Tonks's intentions were, whether she simply wanted to share a few sincere words of experience or had other intentions.

He was grateful for everything.

"This is really a valuable life experience. I listened very carefully, sir. So, I am willing to tell you the truth - I do have some valuable resources that can be used to exchange for a booth at the exhibition."

Have a look.

The young man is sensible, but a little cunning. He won't move when you pull him, and will retreat when you hit him. You have to force him to unleash his hidden energy.

Tonks pouted quietly.

He put down the hand that was holding the corner of the curtain, retracted his leg, and smiled slightly with a gap between his teeth.

"Don't get me wrong, I don't want any resources, Gu. I just want a reason that can convince me."

Resource exchange and the like sounded too ugly.

It is too straightforward and does not conform to the art of brewing black tea.

You should use "reason" - a reason that touches your heart and cannot be rejected. It will sound much more pleasant.

Gu Weijing gave Tonks a faint smile.

Well, it seems that the training has paid off.

Tonks also widened the gap between her lips a little bit, feeling quite expectant.

“But I won’t take them out.”

The smile on the young man's face disappeared in an instant, and he said seriously, "Sorry, this has nothing to do with our conversation."

Tonks froze.

Then a nameless anger ignited from the bottom of his heart.

This guy, this guy...this guy is just sitting there...fishing?
I do have the bargaining chips you want. Resources that can impress you? I have them too.

But that has nothing to do with this conversation.

Listen, listen, oh my God, listen.

Is this human language?
Tonks did decide not to leave.

If the curator hadn't pulled him back with his last bit of reason, he would have wanted to go back and punch him twice.

So irritating.

He felt quite like a fisherman who had dug a five-jin bait by the river and had been fighting with a big fish for forty minutes. Finally, the fish broke the line and before sprinting away, the fish swam back with a beautiful dragon's tail, showing off its beautiful big tail and splashing water in his face.

Tonks's mood had risen from disappointment at the Air Force to anger at being tricked.

"Don't be angry, Mr. Tonks, say it again."

Gu Weijing raised his hand gently, "I am very grateful that you are willing to tell me such a story. The young man in the dirty shirt and the respectable uncle wearing a Rolex are very educational. Before I came to this dinner, I was still a little hesitant and confused, but everything here today, including the story you told me at the end, made me firm in my determination." "I can't help asking myself."

The young man breathed steadily and evenly, "Gu Weijing, if you are really just a young man with nothing but the dream of art, what would you do?"

Gu Weijing turned his head.

He looked at the chandelier beside him. The bright light became dim until it gradually disappeared into the darkness.

The banquet hall just now was divided into two sides: noisy and quiet. Now the world is divided into two ends: bright and dark.

In the bright lights, Miss Elena's bright face flickered. On the dark side, it seemed as if a brush was painting Miao Angwen's blackened features.

A gloomy and cold sneer kept ringing in Gu Weijing's ears.

Sometimes, Gu Weijing seemed to be the one who laughed, and at some moments, Gu Weijing became the one who was laughed at.

Those who laughed back then and those who are laughed at today.

Maybe it's the same person.

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Gu Weijing does not have to feel inferior today. He has the power to not feel inferior. Although he wears an old shirt, he is by no means the most unknown painter in this world of fame and fortune.

He has a $5 billion museum under construction under his belt.

Gu Weijing is by no means the poorest painter in this world of fame and fortune.

He is even wealthier than many small artists who are also attending the Biennale for the first time and coming here to get free dinners and make connections.

Several illustration projects that Mr. Sloth found for him are making him money continuously. The three-party collaboration between him, Jane Arnold Illustration Studio and Webber's musical "Cats" is a top-notch order in the illustration industry with a total contract price of nearly 100 million US dollars.

The various royalties from "The Little Prince" are now mainly a steady stream, but from a long-term perspective, after many years, the trickles will converge into a deep pool, and this contract will bring him millions or even tens of millions of dollars in royalties.

A gold medal work from the Singapore Biennale would only be worth tens of thousands of dollars at an auction.

Think about it this way.

The value of just a few illustrations is more than the lifetime income of many artists in this banquet hall who have never made a name for themselves.

If Gu Weijing was willing to spend the money on extravagant expenses.

Not to mention the shirt, he can also afford Lao Yang's big gold watch.

If Gu Weijing had said more soft words and smiled more at Miss Elena, he would have immediately received 300 million euros.

Try a little harder to please the other person.

Now it was not that Gu Weijing had to look at Tonks's face to decide whether to give him a new booth. It was possible that Tonks would beg him with a smile instead.

Wealth gave him the confidence to be detached, allowed him to distance himself from the crowd, allowed him to not feel inferior, and even gave Gu Weijing a small sense of superiority, thinking, "Are you laughing at me? You blind man, do you know how much one of my illustrations can sell for?"

But every time Gu Weijing thought about this.

A sinister sneer would appear in his ears.

He seemed to have become the guy of the same age who was laughed at by everyone in the corner of the school dance.

The prince in the white fish dragon costume of the game "The World of Gamers" could of course take the sneers directed at his clothes by outsiders as something completely disdainful, because his clothes looked simple and old, but in this chain of contempt, he essentially stood higher than those who laughed at him.

As long as he put on the dragon robe and jade belt, wore the crown, and held the sword in his hand, all those who had just laughed at him would now bow down in fear and trepidation.

The sneer of the crowd and the disdain of the prince, the snobbery of the crowd and the aloofness of the prince.

They are essentially the same things.

Gu Weijing couldn't help thinking - if he wasn't a prince, but just an ordinary man wearing old clothes, what would he do? If he was really Tonks who stood in the sun day after day, if the uncle driving the Jaguar didn't stop, if the other party didn't kindly give Tonks an opportunity to promote Scottish sheep in exchange, what would he do?
Is it natural that he should die of thirst?

If he was not a prince, he would really just be the son of a taxi driver on the streets of Yangon. In an international school, he would sneer sinisterly at everyone who came together.

What should he do?
It is only natural that you will become the next Miao Angwen, who will exchange everything he has for success and will do everything he can to find water to drink from any cup.

"Mr. Tonks, I just asked you, have you ever thought that if I can only bring you a painting? Have you ever thought that I may really be just a young man with nothing but a painting and an artistic dream? A painting is all I can give you."

Gu Weijing breathed softly.

"I am not begging for your pity. No... The essence of art has never been pity. The essence of art is conquest, which is the opposite of the conquest of violence and the conquest of war. It is the conquest of beauty, the conquest of morality with the power of forgiveness and peace."

“Beauty should be more powerful and more enduring than the cannons of the great Emperor Napoleon or the armored battleships of the glorious Queen Victoria. It should be more glorious than glory, and greater than greatness.”

“I am not begging to participate in art exhibitions. Art exhibitions are not obtained by begging. Artists conquer their judges with their paintings, conquer those judges with their beauty, and force them to put the exhibition booth into their hands. If there is any exchange, it is not an exchange of favors. In exchange, the works will continue to conquer the tourists and audiences who visit the exhibition for the judges.”

“Use beauty, art, or shock to force the audience to buy tickets for the exhibition, force them to never forget the exhibition, and force them to love these works, because these works are either happy or sad. If it is good enough, then many years later, it will force this exhibition to become a part of art history, just like the Salon of Refusal on the banks of the Seine.”

Micah Tonks frowned.

Beauty is the conquest of morality.

It should be more glorious than glorious, it should be greater than great.

What a rebellious, treasonous declaration, and what a——

powerful.

Tonks should have scolded Gu Weijing or turned around and left the moment he spoke.

But he didn't.

He had met countless painters, but he had never seen anyone who made such a powerful declaration in such a peaceful, calm, slightly melancholy and bleak tone.

Gu Weijing's words echoed in his ears, like a young monk suddenly roaring like a Buddhist lion.

Tonks was stunned by this momentum for a moment.

For a moment, he felt that this aura was a little familiar.

If Anna and Ms. Sakai had spoken a little louder in private this afternoon, if Tonks had heard what Ms. Elena said to Katsuko Sakai -

"You have produced a good enough work, that's the key. Everyone wants to win an award, but awards are not given by charity, but earned by yourself. You have to be good enough, strong enough, attractive enough, hold a gun in your hand, shove the brush into the judges' throats, and force them to give you the award."

Then the curator will probably realize it.

The expressions in the eyes of the young man in front of me at this moment and the young woman in the Esplanade a few hours ago were so similar.

The gleam in their eyes is exactly the same.

(End of this chapter)