Rebirth of the Powerful

Chapter 162 The Little Powerful Shakes the Capital ([-])

Cao Haoxuan nodded Xia Xiaoluo and said, "It's time to learn how to flatter. We people from the Central Plains have always been very honest."

The two chatted a few more words. Cao Haoxuan introduced several important guests to Xia Xiaoluo one by one. When he introduced a film director named Feng Trousers, Xia Xiaoluo's eyes lit up. This person is quite interesting. He will be the famous director of Huaxia.

At this time, he really looked like the one in the news of later generations, with buck teeth, small eyes, chicken breasts, and bow legs, and he looked dirty everywhere.But his eyes shone with shrewd light, and he looked like a smart person who was well versed in the rules of human nature and business.

Cao Haoxuan introduced: "Director Feng, Feng Pants. They are buddies with Master Shuo from our academy. He used to work as an artist in Beiying, but now he has ascended to heaven."

Xia Xiaoluo held his hand and said, "Director Feng. You and Mr. Shuo have such a good relationship, why don't you make a movie adapted from his novel? Mr. Shuo's movies are very enjoyable, and the audience enjoys watching them. Shoot that "Sweet Dream Day Trip"."

This sentence made Feng Trousers stunned. Xia Xiaoluo thought about it, and then added: "By the way, this kind of film can be released during the Spring Festival—let's call it a Lunar New Year film."

It was just a nonchalant sentence that made Director Feng completely dumbfounded, a gleam of excitement flashed in his small eyes, and then he burst into tears under the surprised eyes of everyone, first sobbing, then tearful and wailing Crying loudly, like mourning a concubine.

Cao Haoxuan frowned and said, "Don't be ashamed, okay? Why are you crying so much?"

Feng trousers wiped away tears, stopped crying, and said, "Thank you, little brother, for pointing out a way for me." Director Feng's play has not been going well recently, after Xia Xiaoluo's touch, he couldn't help feeling enlightened , naturally grateful to Xia Xiaoluo.

Cao Haoxuan patted him on the shoulder and said, "Then let's make a movie."

Xia Xiaoluo thought to herself, this Director Feng Pants really is as tearful as his friend's biography said in later generations.

Then I introduced Xia Xiaoluo to a musician named Tan Ge.Said: "This is my friend Xia Xiaoluo, a young writer."

"Tan Ge. A composer of the National Symphony Orchestra, he also has a record company. He was one of the four great talents of the Central Conservatory of Music back then. He wrote parts of the Asian Games songs."

Tan Ge was somewhat arrogant, and said politely: "Great reputation, too much reputation." In fact, he looked down on Xia Xiaoluo in his heart, but he also wanted to show Cao Haoxuan's face, so he just smiled.

Xia Xiaoluo didn't take it too seriously, the composer and I have a relationship.

Cao Haoxuan led him around for half a circle, but only passed Yuan Hao and his group. It seemed that Cao Haoxuan really disdained this person, even the boss-like people who were with him.

Seeing Cao Haoxuan's contempt for him, Yuan Hao kept his face calm, but he was not very happy in his heart. As the son of the boss of the Qinghong Gang, the largest underworld in China, where can he not be offered by someone?Of course he is also very proud.

He couldn't help but cast a glance at Xia Xiaoluo, who had always been treated very politely by Cao Haoxuan. He was very disappointed at the glance, and then developed a little contempt for Cao Haoxuan, saying that you, Young Master Cao, are extremely smart, but you may not be so brilliant!

Not to mention anything else, but looking at the boy you have always valued, he may not be very good, he is dressed sloppily, looks mediocre, and even has a morbid pale complexion.

However, the girl behind Xia Xiaoluo who was following him from afar made Yuan Hao's eyes shine. This girl really gives people the beauty of being a natural beauty.It pales in comparison to those plain-looking women with heavy makeup and jewels around them.

Xin said, what a stunner, standing with that man named Xia Xiaoluo is like a flower stuck in cow dung.

Seeing that Xia Xiaoluo and Cao Haoxuan were socializing with the crowd, while Chu Xiuhan was standing in the back boringly, Yuan Hao skillfully shrugged off the crowd, walked straight to Chu Xiuhan, smiled slightly, and said, "Beauty, Can I talk to you?"

Chu Xiuhan watched Xia Xiaoluo shuttle through the crowd from a distance, but in her eyes, Xia Xiaoluo was the only one, and the others were just walking corpses in her eyes.

Yuan Hao asked again, Chu Xiuhan seemed to wake up from a dream, then turned her head, frowned and looked at him, then looked at the oil painting by the wall to herself.

Not only was Yuan Hao not angry, but he admired it very much. He was used to being well behaved in social situations, and he was familiar with all kinds of women. Chu Xiuhan, a girl who was very jerky and even somewhat awkward in social situations, was special to him. flavor.

Chu Xiuhan stopped looking at him, and turned to look at the oil paintings on the wall. Although the oil paintings are replicas of some famous paintings, such as the Mona Lisa, this thing was originally hung in the Louvre in France, so naturally it cannot be hung in Xinhua company.

But they are all high-level replicas, enough to confuse the real ones.Still worth admiring.

Seeing that Chu Xiuhan was so cold and speechless, and only focused on looking at the oil paintings on the wall, Yuan Hao smiled patiently and said, "Miss, what's your name? Do you also like oil paintings?"

Chu Xiuhan didn't turn his head to look at him, Yuan Hao couldn't see his expression, but he could see Chu Xiuhan nodded slightly.

Walking to an oil painting, this oil painting is the masterpiece "The Death of Marat" by the French neoclassical painter David. It is also the most famous oil painting in this exhibition. It is hard to say whether it is authentic, at least it is not marked as a replica.

On the screen, Marat is lying naked in the tub, with blood gushing from the wound, and the dead Marat has a desperate expression on his face.

Yuan Hao wanted to show off his artistic accomplishment, and he talked eloquently, saying: "I think the image of Marat on the screen was created by the author according to Marat's real appearance, because David and Marat were contemporaries. David was born in 1748. In 1793, Marat was already 45 years old when he was assassinated. Note that he was only five years younger than Marat. At that time, Marat was a celebrity in Paris and often gave speeches at mass rallies. Almost all the citizens of Paris had seen him , then the painter David is obviously familiar with Marat’s appearance, and it’s fortunate that David drew him, otherwise how would we know what Marat looks like today?”

Chu Xiuhan turned her head, gave him an interesting look, and then turned her head to look at the "Death of Mara".

Yuan Hao was glanced at by her. Although his eyes were clear and he didn't have the admiration he expected, he was still greatly encouraged, as sweet as eating honey, and continued to think it was very humorous: "At that time, the camera was not invented yet. Well, David is a representative of French neoclassicism, an academician of the Royal Academy, and his early works are still in Rococo style, and later turned to classicism, this is his most important work."

Seeing beauties around him, Yuan Hao kept nodding his head in approval. He looked at him with adoring eyes, and he became more and more proud. He didn't know how much he weighed. Excited in his heart, he said: "Look, everyone, this oil painting successfully combines portrait depiction, historical accuracy and noble tragedy with a very simple classical technique, and strongly highlights the "friend of the people". The heroism characteristic of the painting has become a masterpiece of monumental realism historical painting..."

Seeing Xia Xiaoluo coming, Chu Xiuhan walked out from the crowd, holding Xia Xiaoluo's arm happily.

Cao Haoxuan looked at Xia Xiaoluo and jokingly said, "Xiao Luo, you have a good eye."

Xia Xiaoluo said seriously: "Ordinary friends. A pure relationship between a man and a woman."

Chu Xiuhan pinched him lightly, but smiled.It seemed to her that standing beside him was an honor.

Chu Xiuhan walked up to Xia Xiaoluo, with an intimate look on her face, which made Yuan Hao very resentful.

He looked at Xia Xiaoluo's rustic attire, intentionally making him look ugly, and said, "This Mr. Xia, I heard from Mr. Cao that you are a young writer, so you must have some insights into painting. Literature and painting are a discipline The art of language, as a visual art, is derived from the real life of a certain society and has something in common. The angle of shape and lyricism, they all form something in common with each other through the shaping of images. Painting From its inception as an independent art form, it has been inextricably linked with literature."

This big talk made the eyes of the beauties look at him a little bit hotter. They all know that his family has a big business, is worth hundreds of millions, holds several big companies under his hands, and is handsome. He has long admired him secretly. Not vulgar, with profound studies, I can't help but appreciate it even more, it can be said that I admire and love it to the point where it cannot be added.

Even Cao Haoxuan, who always looked down on Yuan Hao, couldn't help nodding slightly at this moment, thinking that the Yuan family wasn't all idiots.

At this time, many dignitaries, wealthy businessmen, and celebrities from all walks of life who had never thought highly of Xia Xiaoluo before and thought it was unreasonable for Cao Haoxuan to praise a high school student also came over to see what Xia Xiaoluo had to say.Some even have the mentality of watching a joke.

Xia Xiaoluo took a deep look at him and said, "You really want to know my opinion?"

Yuan Hao smiled slightly and said, "All ears."

Xia Xiaoluo said indifferently: "I think what you said just now is completely misleading and nonsense. Your views on Mara make me feel very offensive."

Everyone was surprised, and felt that Xia Xiaoluo's words were too arrogant.Yuan Hao's face turned pale all of a sudden, he never expected Xia Xiaoluo to deny his opinion so thoroughly and bluntly.The corner of his mouth twitched, he smiled coldly, and said, "I wish to hear about it."

Xia Xiaoluo said: "Why do you think Marat is a hero? I think he is just a murderer. Except for being loved by the mob during the French Revolution, any reasonable person thinks Marat is an executioner. When it comes to heroes, I Think it should be the one who killed Marat, Charlotte Corday, she's the hero."