Almighty painter

Chapter 764: Hard to eat soft food
Bonnie Lampcher walked into the banquet hall in a hurry.

She was wearing a black business suit with a plaid skirt. The woman's attire was like her facial features, which should have been inconspicuous under the crystal chandelier in the banquet hall.

However, some people noticed her because of her special identity and the fact that she was holding her mobile phone and looked obviously in a hurry.

The reason that Tonks's assistant curator showed such an attitude at this moment could not be such a trivial matter as the wrong type of sparkling wine was served at the banquet or a light bulb in an exhibition hall of the Esplanade was broken.

"Did something happen to any of the exhibitors? Or did a hundred light bulbs in half of the exhibition hall go out at the same time?"

Looking at Ms. Lampche looking around in the banquet hall, some guests who liked to watch the fun were secretly guessing in their hearts.

……

"Mr. Tonks, you are here. I have been looking for you for a long time and I just sent you a message."

Bonnie wandered around the banquet hall for a long time, and finally caught the curator who was staring at the salad on the plate in the corner of the buffet.

"Oh."

Tonks pouted.

He used the fork in his hand to rip open a cherry tomato in front of him, with a look on his face that said, "I'm worried about something, don't bother me."

Bonnie next to him observed the situation carefully.

Based on her years of work experience, when Tonks is talking, showing 32 to 14 teeth often means that he wants to lick someone, and showing 22 to 6 teeth means that he wants to be licked by others.

The eight teeth between the 14th and 22nd teeth are in the middle ground between "licking others implicitly" and "the pleasure of being licked by others".

But if there is no smile on his face and his lips are tightly pursed, then there is nothing particularly important and it is best not to disturb him for the time being.

The probability of error is extremely low.

Bonnie made a special secret search.

According to medical statistics published on Google, the number of teeth shown when a person smiles is related to many factors, such as the curve of the dentition, the width of the dental arch, the amplitude of the smile, etc. It is said that statistical samples show that only 6.7% of people in the world can accurately show six teeth in a smile.

With Tonks's precise control of her smile, and the precise correlation between the number of teeth exposed and her emotions, the curatorial assistant has always secretly thought that scientists could secretly put the curator in a sack, study him, and write an SCI medical paper.

Now we meet.

Bonnie noticed that the middle-aged British man had a strange expression on his face.

He faced the fruit pierced by a fork as if he were facing some unsolvable world problem.

It was just a short ten seconds.

Tonks first showed a mysterious smile, which gradually widened from 6 teeth to 14 teeth, then froze before turning into a big grin, and then restrained herself. Her face was tight, without even a hint of a smile, her brows were furrowed, and then suddenly relaxed again, slowly revealing a smile bit by bit...

Bonnie feels like her "smile sample library" is running out!
According to past experience, this strange expression of his lips twitching back and forth between smiling and not smiling, licking and being licked, could it be -

Parkinson's?
……

Tonks is annoying, really, really annoying.

Gu Weijing handed in a work that was far better than he expected, but it did not relieve Tonks's irritability, but made him even more irritated.

Whether it is to completely align with the so-called "interests" and throw Gu Weijing's works out of the exhibition, or to completely align with "art" and give Gu Weijing the most core exhibition stand, it requires a strong and decisive character.

Just right.

Micah Tonks, the curator who is good at making black tea, is not a very strong and decisive person.

In other words.

Just like his own judgment -

Even if time could go back and give him another chance to choose, he would still come up with his suitcase and say "Please, sir".

Some people in this world are just plain cool.

They are light, electricity and myths. Their words and deeds are full of sparks and lightning, like Miss Elena and Gu Weijing.

But Tonks, he has never been a very cool person.

He is just an ordinary man who is troubled by an ordinary divorce lawsuit, an ordinary baldness crisis, and an ordinary ambition to succeed. He has a little success in an ordinary sense, and also a little midlife crisis in an ordinary sense.

Tonks wasn't that "bad".

Even though he had heard some rumors and received some hints, wondering whether Miss Elena had lost interest in Gu Weijing, and even though Gu Weijing had not been able to come up with any "extra" chips to impress him, he looked at the young man leaning on the balcony railing facing the sea, and in the end Tonks still hesitated and wanted to sneakily slip the edge of the booth into his hand through his fingers.

Just like many years ago, when the administrator in the foundation's office slipped a "Scottish Sheep Wool Textile Product Catalogue" from between his fingers and handed it to him.

Tonks wasn't that "nice" either.

Although Gu Weijing handed in a nearly perfect answer, and although the painting made him re-examine himself as a young man.

To sneak a painting into the main exhibition area, or even into the most popular "golden" booth? Tonks was still hesitant about this.

Doing it that way - it's not really sneaky anymore.

Core booth and sneaky are two words with completely opposite inner meanings.

How can you do something sneakily while putting it on the most conspicuous table, illuminated by a high-power spotlight?
The thief who appears in the legal program on the TV screen must be a failed thief. And the works that appear in the core booth of the exhibition cannot be put there by the curator without paying attention.

This means that he was "conquered" by Gu Weijing.

Whether she was conquered by art or by something else provided by Gu Weijing, by doing this, Tonks was blatantly slapping the face of all those who disliked Gu Weijing and all those who were not optimistic about Gu Weijing.

Tonks couldn't clear herself from the matter. It wasn't a trivial matter that could be pushed onto the assistant curator and she could just say "I didn't know".

He didn't need to explain.

The exhibition itself is the best explanation given by the curator.

It was better than all Tonks's teeth, and better than all her words - let the Muse bear witness to you, not with your words, but with who you are.

The curator is willing to place a painter's painting at the center of his art exhibition, and this "original appearance" means making his position clear to the entire outside public.

His official position is that he stands with Gu Weijing.

To do such an extraordinary thing for a work of art is a bit too heroic. Such brave behavior is totally inconsistent with Tonks's personality, and it is also inconsistent with Tonks' "art of brewing black tea" of attacking on both fronts and trying to please everyone!

But that work... is really great.

Tonks grinned.

Excellent works can conquer tourists and force audiences to love them.

It was able to conquer scholars and force those arrogant art critics to respectfully invite it into the hall of art history.

Tonks doesn’t dare to say whether Gu Weijing’s “Human Noise” can be included in art history.

There are still many outstanding works in the world that can touch people's hearts, and there are also many outstanding masters in the world who can touch people's hearts. Besides, the idea of ​​an oil painting being recorded in history is too abstract and mysterious, and it would be useless even if Tonks said it.

He is just a senior curator.

He is not a small figure, but this topic is still too big and too heavy.

If you want to have a say in this kind of thing... I'm afraid it has to be the Elena family. Well, Anna is still too young. It will only be useful if it is her great-grandfather, the former Earl, or even the current Sir Brown, a respected art leader.

But in the short term, Tonks didn't expect to leave a name in history. Tonks felt the power of attraction from "The Hustle and Bustle of the World", which influenced him, inspired him and conquered him.

This power should be able to conquer more than just him.

Tonks said something useful about his speech - Tonks thought that he saw a "gold medal" level work. If he gave the other party a good booth and some resources as a favor.

So……

This work has a chance to beat all other paintings and touch the gold medal of this art biennale.

But it was not enough for Gu Wei to conquer him.

Can Gu Weijing conquer the other judges, or even... can he impress the young column manager of Oil Painting magazine who seems to have a certain prejudice against him from the beginning?
and also.

Can he successfully survive the controversy surrounding his paper after his conversation with Oil Painting magazine?

Tonks frowned in confusion again, pierced the cherry tomatoes on the plate with her fork again, and poked eight holes in them in distress.

"Hehe, hehe, hehe."

Tonks had been struggling with this question ever since she returned to the banquet, staring blankly at the salad platter in front of her.

He kind of hoped that Gu Weijing's works wouldn't be so good.

If what was in front of him was just a mediocre work of art, or even just generally excellent, he wouldn't have hesitated so much.

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There were two little people fighting each other in his mind.

One person showed him bravery, and the other asked him to continue to survive.

Tonks hummed as she worked on forking the cherry tomatoes on her plate into tomato sauce.

He didn't notice until Bonnie came to him.
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"Mr. Tonks, Mr. Tonks?"

The curatorial assistant shook her phone and gently nudged Tonks' shoulder.

"You can live a mediocre life, year after year, until you die in mediocrity on your bed, or you can exchange the rest of your life for one chance... just one chance?"

The curator was still in a daze. He raised his head, stared at the "bleeding" cherry tomatoes that he had poked, and muttered absentmindedly.

"What?"

Bonnie blinked in confusion.

“Scottish Films.”

"what?"

Tonks licked her lips. "This is a line from a Scottish movie. It sounds a little weird to me..."

Say.

William Wallace, the protagonist of Brave Heart, was tortured by the King of England and beheaded. Tonks thought of the slaps in the face from the Elena family, the lord of art. The soft flesh on his chin trembled, and he felt a sense of coldness at the moment.

"Let's not talk about this. What's the matter?"

Tonks asked casually, turning her head to the side.

"Is there something wrong in the exhibition hall?"

he asked doubtfully.

"Hey, Bonnie, what are you laughing at?" He raised his eyebrows.

"Oh, nothing."

The woman took a brief moment to judge.

Apart from her somewhat odd demeanor, Tonks seemed mentally normal, and had not yet suffered the "unlucky old age" symptoms that many artists suffer.

Bonnie suppressed the exciting idea in her mind that if the curator suddenly withdrew, she might be able to take over the entire Singapore Art Exhibition in an emergency.

The assistant spent a third of a second managing her facial expression and answered in a serious tone.

"It's not about the exhibition, eh."

Bonnie chose her words carefully.

"It's a message from Oil Painting. Ms. Elena, she——"

"What's up with her?"

Tonks' heart tightened.

He was just wondering why the other party never returned to the banquet after going out with Gu Weijing.

Is he angry, or does he have something to say?
"She's leaving Singapore for a while."

"Now!" Tonks said in a surprised tone, "Did you say why?"

Even if the conversation was unpleasant, she couldn't lose her temper like a rich girl and just walk away.

He had briefly come into contact with Miss Elena. How could Gu Weijing be so worthy of such a powerful person? She would just calmly step on him to death.

"Tomorrow, she said she would take a flight tomorrow morning. She said she would go to Yangon temporarily. She didn't tell me why. But Elaine's personal secretary, Elliot, told me that this was only temporary. Singapore to Yangon is a very short flight. She has a private plane and can fly back and forth between the two countries on the same day."

"Originally, this flight was planned to be arranged on the rest day between the two weeks of the exhibition. However, Ms. Elena decided to advance the trip to tomorrow, so I'm sorry that she can't attend the internal ribbon-cutting ceremony of the art center on behalf of Oil Painting Magazine tomorrow."

"That's it-"

Tonks hesitated for a moment.

"Wait, where do you think she's going?" The British uncle was startled.

When Tonks sent out the invitations, she carefully read the information cards of every artist participating in the Biennale.

There is only one painter in the entire Lion City Biennale who can be strongly associated with this place name.

Gu Weijing.

Miss Elena took the initiative to find Gu Weijing at the banquet.

After saying goodbye.

Anna changed her original schedule and decided not to attend the banquet or do the interview. Instead, she made an impromptu trip to Yangon.

Gu Weijing, on the other hand, turned around and acted arrogant and domineering. He was so cool that he had no friends. He even ignored the face of the curator Mika Tonks. Not only did he not come to lick him, he also acted as if he wanted Tonks to lick him.

Are these just coincidences?

Tonks didn't believe it.

Tonks didn't understand what was going on here, but he could figure out the meaning of it.

He turned his head sharply.

Tonks stared at the cherry tomatoes on the fork in disbelief, her half-bald hair trembling and the corners of her mouth twitching.

"This kid, this kid... is he still pretending to be incompatible with me?"

moment.

Tonks dragged the two villains who were still fighting in her mind out and drowned them, and her lips finally froze in a smile with 32 teeth.

He met a super master of licking.

(End of this chapter)