Gu Weijing has no plans to go to the orphanage on his schedule today.
In addition to his plans to go home and copy the old church again, Professor Lin Tao also made an appointment with him every Friday night for video lectures.
The painting "Hundred Flowers" painted by Professor Lin Tao's junior sister Ms. Tang Ning, which won the gold medal at the Shanghai Art Exhibition, has been mailed to Gu Weijing.
There are copying teaching materials.
Professor Lin will also carefully analyze the painting methods of each different flower and natural scene for him.
For example, last week’s course talked about daylilies.
Hemerocallis fulva is also known as the flower of worry-free. Since ancient times, there has been a saying in China that day lily forgets worries.
The leaves are not easy to be dark green when painting, and stone green and ink should be added to avoid anger and tackiness.
At the same time, the branches and leaves should be long and short, and the petals should be sparse and dense, seemingly chaotic, even but not uniform, well interspersed, and graceful in posture.
These detailed insights are valuable experiences that others can only ask for. Except for close teachers, few people will be so generous and teach them.
Gu Weijing walked out of the campus and was greeted by the noisy flow of people.
The main entrance of the campus is located on several famous commercial streets.
There are couple cafes, electronics stores, luxury clothing stores, high-end Internet cafes, and a go-kart club.
Students in international schools have good spending power. Many of the young people visiting these places are wearing Dulwich uniforms.
He turned the corner and prepared to hail a taxi to go home.
At this moment,
POP
There was a crisp sound like a firecracker.
Gu Weijing saw about ten meters away from him, a middle-aged man in a black T-shirt who was waiting to cross the road fell softly to the ground, hitting his head on the ground.
"Gang Vendetta"
The conversation with Mrs. Sakai in the afternoon was like a glass of strong wine, which made Gu Weijing feel a little dizzy.
But with the sound of the gunshot, he quickly woke up.
Gu Weijing just witnessed a shooting.
When a person dies,
it happens before his eyes.
If it were the style of Infernal Affairs in old Hong Kong movies, the gangster's vendetta would be accompanied by a long chase, a confrontation on the rooftop, and exciting background music. If it were a Japanese film directed by Akira Kurosawa, there would probably be a few long close-ups, and a few confessions about "men's justice" before the sword fight.
But in chaotic Myanmar,
everything starts and ends so quickly.
Cold and dry.
It was just a slight gunshot,
The bullet entered the back of the head at close range between the figures. The man fell to the ground face to face, and the gunman quickly disappeared. in the crowd.
Even the people watching this scene are somewhat accustomed to it.After a brief period of panic and screaming, he realized that the gunman had left the danger and disappeared, and quickly regained his composure.
Some brave boys even took out their mobile phones from their pockets and started taking pictures of the scene.
According to Myanmar’s national security report, in the past six months, there have been 2,570 bomb explosions in public places alone. One shooting was probably caused by a gang entanglement, but it was really just something to talk about after dinner. That’s all.
"Mr. Gu, you are here too"
Gu Weijing saw that someone had called the police and had no intention of going up to watch the excitement, so he prepared to walk away.
At this time, someone tapped him on the shoulder.
"It's you"
Gu Weijing turned his head and his pupils shrank slightly.
He did not expect to meet an acquaintance here, who turned out to be the bald man who had been looking for him during the Spring Festival.
The bald boys not far away looked at the direction where the middle-aged man fell to the ground, with the ferocity and wild excitement of seeing blood in their eyes.
The officer of the Yangon VIP Protection Group stood guard in front of their calligraphy and painting shop for two weeks.
Lao Cao withdrew after leaving Myanmar.
This is an obvious statement of unwillingness to be associated with the underworld.
Brother Hao’s men have never come to visit again.
Gu Weijing originally thought that everything was over, but he didn't expect to encounter a bald head here again.
The other party is waiting for me here
"No, don't get me wrong, I have other things to do today. But I really want to find you and plan to go to Xiaogu in a few days. My husband's gallery came to visit me. Since we met today, it saves trouble."
The bald man turned his head towards the coffee shop and made an invitation gesture. "I don't mean any harm, but Brother Hao appreciates you very much. Convey a few words."
At the window seat of the coffee shop, the clerk brought two cups of American coffee.
"Don't worry about your choice first. Adding psychedelic drugs to drinks is something only the bastards who sell white powder do. Brother Hao is a man of rules, so just drink without worry."
The bald man pushed two cups of coffee to the center of the table.
"Rules-minded people, hehe, you were responsible for the shooting just now."
Gu Weijing sneered at the corner of his mouth.
Although it was only a month, he no longer needed to be as cautious as walking on a tightrope during the Spring Festival for fear of offending the other party.
Connections are energy.
As long as you speak, no matter it is Uncle Sakai or Mr. Cao Xuan, or even Cao Xuan’s assistant Lao Yang or Professor Lin Tao.
It is not difficult to arrange to leave Yangon to study elsewhere.
Uncle Sakai had previously suggested that he transfer to an English international school in Japan this semester and live directly in a spare room in their home.
It’s just that the Good Luck Orphanage is in Yangon, and Gu Weijing’s schedule has been very tight in the past six months.
He didn’t have a clue about the works he wanted to participate in the Singapore Art Exhibition, and it took time to adapt to a new environment, so he gave up.
“It’s just to give the young men under me a chance to work for Brother Hao. Not everyone is like Mr. Xiao Gu. It is an honor for 99% of the people in this city to work for Brother Hao.”
p>The bald head doesn’t even mean to hide it.
In Myanmar, tycoons like Brother Hao, who operates both black and white, are like the Italian godfathers in Chicago or Atlantic City before World War I.
The social status is very high,
Even the police give them three points, or even a nest of snakes and rats.
"Mr. Xiao Gu, Brother Hao wants to cooperate with you."
The bald man inserted the plastic straw, took a sip lightly, and stared straight at Gu Wei through.
"I answered this question during the Spring Festival, and it will not change now."
Gu Weijing shook his head, "Sir, let me be honest. Myanmar can paint." There are a lot of people, why do you insist on holding on to me?"
Gu Weijing really didn't understand.
His painting skills were good and he had some talent, but he could only be considered outstanding among local young students.
The bald man is right. Not everyone has such a strict upbringing like Mr. Gu Tongxiang.
Ninety-nine percent of the people in this city will regard working for Brother Hao as an honor and an opportunity to make a fortune.
The tough guy is not sweet,
Why do you have to find him?
"Brother Hao always likes to use young guys. They are passionate and dare to do things. . More obedient and loyal than those adult painters. And Brother Hao really likes you, he has a bottom line and is persistent. "
Bald thought about it." Brother Hao also started out as a painter. I think he saw the shadow of his youth in you."
"I don't feel proud to be a fake painter."
Gu. Shaking his head for sutra.
"Oh, who said I came here to ask you to be a fake painter?"
The bald head smiled.
"Isn't this what you originally meant?"
Gu Weijing was confused.
"That's because we are blind. Mr. Gu, please just take this as a joke. Not to mention that we have found a young counterfeit painter who is willing to work for Brother Hao. Just talk about it. For a young man like you who can be appreciated by Mr. Cao, asking Mr. Xiao Gu to do such a thing is both offensive and a waste of natural resources."
"I heard that the color of the picture of worshiping the Buddha and protecting the Dharma was created by Mr. Xiao Gu, right? , Brother Hao went to see it with his own eyes, the color was awesome, and he was full of praise for your talent. It is really rare for a fellow Yangon man to have a young man praised by Mr. Cao as being better than me." Baldhead praised.
Gu Weijing was stunned for a moment.
He knew that with Brother Hao’s connections in Yangon, it was not surprising that he knew what happened in the mural restoration project.
Why are you just bald and talking to yourself?
"Mr. Xiao Gu, you have always said that you want to be a painter. Have you ever imagined that one day your works can sell for five million US dollars? Eight million dollars, or even ten million dollars"
The bald head flashed in his eyes.
When he came to Gu's calligraphy and painting shop a month ago, he still had a condescending attitude, but now, he behaves in a flattering manner.
"This opportunity is right in front of you. Brother Hao wants to cooperate with you, not because you are Brother Hao's subordinate, but as equals. He likes to give young people opportunities. He only needs to start from I'll take a cut of your commission."
"You mean money laundering"
Gu Weijing finally understood.
The art trading market has always been the hardest hit area for international money laundering.
The reason is very simple. Whether it is a maritime law system or a civil law system, large-amount financial transactions are required to undergo strict registration and filing review under the anti-money laundering law.
However, the Auction Law also stipulates that "if the consignor or buyer requests to keep their identities confidential, the auctioneer shall keep them confidential".
This creates space for a black industry of money laundering.
Before the birth of virtual currency, large-scale art transactions were the safest and fastest means of money laundering, and there was no such thing.
Even now, Interpol estimates that tens of billions of dollars are still laundered by the art trading market every year and dispersed into anonymous accounts around the world.
Nothing is a better way to make money than war and drugs.
In Myanmar,
warlords and drug traffickers are not completely short of money.
They have a lot of people and money, and they may even have more money than the Myanmar government.
But due to international sanctions, there is no way to spend the money.
You can't find a bank to deposit this kind of money from drug trafficking or fraud.
Yangon godfathers like Brother Hao have filled this "market gap".
No matter how great the warlords in northern Myanmar in the Golden Triangle are at amassing money, without Brother Hao, money is really just a bunch of numbers that can only be seen.
This is also the reason why Brother Hao is so powerful.
Even the bald men under his command can call the drug dealers "little bastards who sell white powder."
"I personally prefer to call it win-win cooperation, Mr. Gu."
The bald head licked his lips.
The method of money laundering for art in the early days was simple and crude.
Just create a fake piece of art and hype it up, and the money will just move around.
But Interpol and the financial review agency are not fools. Basically, in the past ten years or so, this has not been easy to use.
Today’s favorite money laundering method is the hype painter himself.
Painters should have a certain standard as much as possible, especially those like GuIt is best for young people like Jing who have been appreciated and endorsed by the master Cao Xuan.
Hyping up his fame, millions or tens of millions of funds were used to repeatedly speculate on his market price.
After the market price rises, money laundering is carried out by controlling the painter.
For example,
In 2014, an ordinary work by New York-based young conceptual artist Richard Tove sold for 5.6 million pounds.
This is only the transaction volume of his works.
In the following months, his works were wildly priced again. By March 2015, any of his paintings had been sold by an auction house for a sky-high price of US$25 million.
In just a few months, his works have entered the ranks of top-notch artists. Then, there were rumors that Richard was involved in the money laundering business of Latin American drug lords and was being investigated by international anti-money laundering organizations.
"Mr. Xiao Gu, I understand that you are an upright person, but there is no need to be too rigid. Just follow the right path and how much money can you make in your life"
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Many art practitioners around the world dream of such an opportunity.
If you want money, you want money, and you want fame.
In every transaction worth tens of millions of dollars, even if the bulk will definitely be taken away by people like Brother Hao, if you just draw a few points, you can live a comfortable life.
The bald man also understood Brother Hao’s appreciation for Gu Weijing.
Being able to gain the appreciation and endorsement of Mr. Cao and being a native of Yangon is like a gold mine. There is really a lot to be done in it. You can easily create a national painting genius. of.
"With such a talent, it is normal for Mr. Gu to look down upon the millions of kyats he spent before. This is a meeting gift from Brother Hao. If there is any offense before, please bear with me. ."
While speaking,
Baldhead took a car key from his belt, put it on the table, and pushed it over.
Under the sunlight,
on the brown leather key, the chrome-plated silver letter b shines, exuding an alluring light.
The bald man pressed the button on the key twice.
Gu Weijing turned his head. In the parking space across the road, the lights of a silver streamlined sports car flashed twice.
He didn't know much about cars,
but he could still tell that it was a very expensive driving machine.
Among the many luxury cars parked on the roadside used by parents from international middle schools to pick up and drop off their children, they also stood out extremely conspicuously.
When passing by the car, many boys and girls looked at the pearly silver car with awe and longing in their eyes.
“The Bentley Tia is not your common smuggled luxury car in Myanmar. The procedures are legal and formal. It was just flown from the UK last week. I just picked up the car a few days ago, and I originally thought about it next week. Send it to Mr. Xiao Gu personally."
The bald head stared at Gu Weijing, his seductive tone was like the devil Faustrian hoped to sign a contract with humans.
Brother Hao has always been generous to his talented subordinates,
but giving a Bentley as a meeting gift is also a very rare generosity.
What boys like is nothing more than girls and cars. As long as there is money in Myanmar, there will be girls.
With this ultra-luxury sports car that symbolizes wealth in front of you, no one can easily refuse.
Brother Hao has always liked the movie The Godfather. When he was filming The Godfather 2, the great director dragged him to death and was reluctant to make a sequel.
Paramount Pictures executives slapped the keys of a luxury Mercedes-Benz on the table as a signing fee, and even the big director immediately succumbed to the money offensive.
The bald man didn’t know if Brother Hao found inspiration in the movie.
But just like that classic line in film history,
This is a reason that cannot be refused.
Seeing the bald head looking at him with hot eyes, Gu Weijing suddenly felt a little funny.
He feels that life is capricious.
In the afternoon, Mrs. Sakai was still worried about whether she could sell a painting for $10,000 in the future.
After school in the afternoon,
first witnessed a shooting.
Then someone told me that he could help sell his paintings to sky-high prices quickly, and even generously wanted to give him a super luxury car.
And he doesn’t even have a driver’s license.
"I refuse."
Gu Weijing said softly with a restrained smile.
“Art is art. I don’t need anyone to help me hype it up. It doesn’t matter if I sell it for one dollar or 100 million dollars. It would be a shame for an artist to cooperate with a money laundering black market like yours. If I obey, You can give me a luxury car, but if I don't obey, you will put a bullet into my head without hesitation." Gu Weijing looked out the window.
"Mr. Xiao Gu, I think you are biased against us."
The smile on the bald face faded, and he was obviously a little angry. "Do you think the person who was just beaten to death was What a good thing. Bad gambling, loan sharking, a bullet, Brother Hao is already very kind, do you know what other bosses would do when faced with this kind of thing? In Myanmar, a healthy body can be sold on the black market."
"Sir, you don't need to tell me how you do things, I'm not interested."
Gu Weijing shook his head in disgust, "I just hope you don't disturb me, Brother Hao said Brother Hao’s money, I can be my little painter, okay?”
The bald man stared at Gu Weijing, the expression on his face changed several times, and for a moment, Gu Weijing was ready. The other party was prepared to get angry because of his lack of knowledge.
But in the end,
The bald man just sighed.
"It's the same thing, what I said doesn't count. I need to talk to Brother Hao and hear what Brother Hao means."
The bald head took out his mobile phone and made a call, "Brother Hao, Mr. Gu, I don't agree to your proposal. He refused. He said art is art."
Gu Weijing looked at the bald head I had a brief conversation with the person on the phone in a very respectful tone, and then put down the phone again.
"I don't understand, but Brother Hao is not angry. He seems to really appreciate you. He likes ambitious young people."
He clapped his hands.
A boy waiting outside the coffee shop came in, and whispered a few words in Xiao Di's ear.
A few minutes later,
Xiao Di brought a new mobile phone from a store on the side.
The bald man unpacked the phone in front of Gu Weijing. After operating it for a while, he handed the phone to Gu Weijing.
"Brother Hao asked me to save my private phone number."
Bald said. "If you change your mind, please call him at any time. If you have any other requests, that's fine. Brother Hao is looking forward to making friends with you. To be honest, in Myanmar, even senior police inspectors can get I’m proud of Brother Hao’s phone number.”
He pushed the phone over.
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