"Painting"
The elevator door slid open to the left and right, Lao Yang reached out to block the door edge with the back of his hand, but Cao Xuan stopped for a moment, turned his head and looked over, "Is there anything else like this? Tell me, why did he think of giving me the painting?"
What else can he do? He is just restless.
Old Yang smiled in his heart.
The sense of crisis is always two-way.
Whoever has a lower status will be more fearful and uneasy.
The great artist Tang Ning was worried that Gu Weijing had taken away the teacher's love and attention.
It would be fine if the underage art student was just a dull nerd who didn’t understand human relationships.
If you were smart enough, you would have figured out that Tang Ning's hostility towards him was not about his artistic superiority, but about his naked disdain for his identity and his "advice" to his teacher.
How can you not be afraid?
The loss after getting it is much more difficult to let go than never getting it.
I have just accepted that I may embark on the road to success in one step, and I have not been happy for a few days with that big pie in my hands.
Turn around and realize that all the beautiful imaginations may be just a dream and a passing cloud.
Put yourself in their shoes.
Lao Yang felt that if it were him, he would be scared to death just thinking about it.
I'm afraid I can't sleep because I'm worried about gains and losses.
"I'm probably worried that I won't be able to become your disciple and want to please you. A child from a small place lived for eighteen years. By chance, he was lucky enough to see a vine hanging from the clouds. It probably said No matter what, I will cry and hold on tightly without letting go. After thinking about it, I am at a loss. I want to send you a painting to make you happy. He is smart and naive, but he is also the one who runs a small shop. Grandpa taught him to do this."
Old Yang helped the old man and walked into the empty teacher-only elevator, saying calmly.
To please
The word "please" doesn't sound good, it sounds a bit young and old.
Lao Yang can beautify Gu Weijing.
Pick up the old man’s happy words.
I have done my best to show my filial piety to Mr. Cao, and I have painted a proud work. I would like to ask Mr. Cao to appreciate it and give me some advice on how to approach the level of technique.
He can also modify it casually and make use of the topic to portray Gu Weijing as more utilitarian and speculative.
Even a little bit oily and disgusting.
Send a painting to Mr. Cao Xuan
He doesn’t know who he is. Does the old man’s house lack his painting?
I heard that imitation The one he was talking about was Hundred Flowers, so he already felt a bit like he was Cao Cao's closed disciple on the phone. He looked down on the works of senior Tang Ning, and his tail was already reaching the sky.
Listen to that tone.
Although Gu Weijing didn’t say it explicitly, Lao Yang guessed that the other party might want to use this painting as a stepping stone, which made Mr. Cao happy and directly asked him for a booth in Singapore.
People live with one mouth.
Anyway, I don’t let him, the middleman, just make up and guess what the other party’s tone was like on the phone.
Want to take shortcuts.
When I get to know a big shot a little bit, I feel that he already has the "privilege" of being superior to others. He is arrogant and speculative. This kind of person is an endless supply of souvenirs in the art circle. .
Lao Yang has seen similar things, more than Gu Weijing has ever painted.
Sending paintings to build relationships is nothing.
Sending beautiful wives and young girlfriends to have affairs with big men, the husband turned a blind eye and pretended not to know, but was happy to see the results, just to get a chance to become famous.
Old Yang had never heard of ten or eight of this kind of rosy news that was widely talked about at the wine table.
Perhaps as they drank beer after glass of beer, they told some lively and dirty jokes, describing how the husband would discuss the boss's bed affairs with women when he got home, and give advice to his wife.
While chatting and laughing, even if the gossip reaches the ears of the person involved, they may not care at all.
Maybe.
Men also think it is very prestigious to be a brother-in-law in bed with a big boss.
The art industry, like all industries, is neither heaven nor hell.
A noble person can be very noble, and a person who is disgusted with oil painting can listen to a few words from him and wish he could scrape two kilograms of greasy gutter oil out of his ear sockets.
What is right and wrong, where to go.
What do you want to give in exchange for success, hard work, dignity or a wife.
It is nothing more than a personal choice.
Lao Yang has no prejudice against those who are good at flattering people, and he himself does not try to make the old man happy every day.
This is not bullshit. He can reach great heights just by playing favours, flattery, and pretending to be powerful. This is his true ability that others cannot envy.
Lao Yang was quite impressed, because there were not even one out of ten people who could actually take this road.
What about the remaining ten eights and nines?
Of course, their hearts are as high as the sky and their lives are as thin as paper.
Cao Xuan did not like this custom from the bottom of his heart, and even said he hated it deeply.
The most disgusting stinking ditch in the art world from ancient times to the present. This kind of atmosphere is the sludge at the bottom of the quagmire.
When he said this, Gu Weijing could certainly argue, but it was just a hypocritical rhetoric around Mr. Cao.
Mr. Cao probably doesn’t believe it either.
But the seeds of doubt have been planted, and one day the three of them will become a tiger.
Lao Yang really doesn’t think so.
At the age of eighteen, Gu Weijing was cautious enough to record every phone call he made before he was tricked several times and suffered big losses.
HeThe Shwedagon Pagoda stepped into a trap set by others without realizing it. Judging from the results, it was undoubtedly a blessing in disguise.
From a process perspective, it reveals that Gu Weijing is a young monk who is immature.
On the contrary.
When Lao Yang went out to discuss business these years, he often brought a voice recorder with him. He always only used an Android phone that could record at any time when making work calls.
They are all filled with bitter lessons filled with blood and tears, and are lessons learned from experience that are essential to prevent people from being careless.
Between good words and nonsense.
Lao Yang chose to tell the truth to Mr. Cao.
If he doesn’t say nice things, Gu Weijing is not worthy. He has never eaten the rice from Gu’s home, so why should he? His kind words are worth a lot of money.
I didn’t tell lies,
It was because of Miss Sakai Katsuko’s face.
It is also because this guy is sensible. Every time he calls Brother Yang, Mr. Yang calls him out. Compared with people like Tang Ning and Liu Ziming, he teaches him what the duties and responsibilities of an assistant are.
Lao Yang can feel a sense of respect.
He doesn't care what the name is. Even if the other party calls him "turtle bastard", he doesn't care.
In the face of the real benefits that can be obtained at a reasonable price, respect or not is not important.
But people’s hearts are full of flesh. Who likes to serve their ancestors, and who would dislike polite, sweet-tongued and polite young people?
Gu Weijing did not know that the way he treated others not only warmed the children in the orphanage, but also added a lot of emotional points to Lao Yang from a personal perspective.
It is human nature. Under the pressure and temptation from Tang Ning, Lao Yang was willing to say these four words of fair comment. He believed from the bottom of his heart that he was a good person.
"It's human nature, it's human nature"
Cao Xuan walked into the elevator.
The old man stared at the bright chrome panel in the elevator and read these four words softly several times.
He pondered for a moment, and suddenly asked, "Did someone say something to that child? Why did he suddenly become worried when he was painting so well."
The elevator sinks.
The old man tapped his cane lightly with his fingers, and then asked lightly, "Lin Tao has a good relationship with that boy. Is it Ziming or Xiaoning?"
Today is the last time Cao Xuan teaches ordinary students at the Hamburg Academy of Arts in April.
In a few days, he will fly to Austria to attend the annual art symposium.
The old man came back from Yangon.
In addition to attending classes, I am busy with this internationally influential schedule.
The old man didn't pay much attention to the interview previews on the Internet. Even on the spring shooting night when Tang Ning made history in Hong Kong, he didn't come in person. He only made a private phone call at noon the next day to express his encouragement and cooperation. Expectations.
Mr. Cao himself didn’t pay attention.
Lao Yang would not add anything to the matter. He was suspected of instigating the relationship between master and apprentice, so he forwarded the video of Ms. Tangning's temper to his employer.
Tang Ning didn’t mention it either.
Anyway, after her official and complete cover interview in Oil Painting Magazine comes out, teachers who must read every issue will definitely see it.
"It's Ms. Tang Ning. In the live interview, um, um, she encouraged Brother Gu Weijing." Lao Yang considered the appropriate wording, "It probably means that he is about the same age. The level is quite different from that of Ms. Tang back then."
"Good medicine tastes bitter, but good advice is harsh to the ears. In such an important occasion as the oil painting interview, Gu Weijing was probably a little frightened after hearing what Ms. Tang said."
p>"I guess it's Xiao Ning. Among my few apprentices, she is the only one who still has the temperament of a little girl. This kind of thing is something Xiao Ning can do."
Cao Xuan was not very surprised.
He pursed his lips and stared at Lao Yang.
"Sir"
Lao Yang was a little embarrassed by the sight.
"How much benefit have you received from Xiao Ning to speak for her like this? The loyal words are offensive and should be split into two parts. With A Ning's character, I'm afraid I'm not in a good mood to encourage that child to create. I guess her original words were quite offensive. Isn’t it a piece of advice? I guess it’s not easy to say.”
Mr. Cao asked teasingly.
Lao Yang clenched his fists and his palms were a little sweaty, so he had to smile awkwardly.
Anyone with a brain knows how to choose between Tang Ning and Gu Weijing.
Lao Yang was able to live up to his conscience without giving Gu Weijing any dirty tricks.
He naturally wanted to find nice things to say about Tang Ning.
It has nothing to do with personal emotional preferences, but only with strength.
That little brother Gu, don’t blame others, he is incompetent.
Nothing else to say.
He must be able to finish the painting neatly and come back with a gold medal from the Lion City Art Exhibition. Lao Yang can at least do both. He must be able to paint again. Several pictures were taken on Tang Ning's face, and his worth surpassed that of the other party. Lao Yang Baozhun licked Tang Ning's face as he did, so he jumped in and licked her.
What a pity.
How is this possible?
We are all very different in terms of age, experience, and background. After all, painters have to let their paintings speak for themselves.
Inside and outside the drawing paper, do not take care of any one thing.
Then accept your fate in a down-to-earth manner, and don’t blame others for being stepped on unceremoniously.
However, Mr. Cao’s eyes, which were so clear that no cloudiness could be seen, looked at him with a half-smile.
The centenarian’s insightful and wise judgment in front of him still frightened Lao Yang with a cold sweat on his neck.
I have been with the old gentleman for a long time and I am familiar with him.
As he spoke, the assistant unconsciously brought up the tricks of the outside workplace, forgetting that the Cao Xuan in front of him was not one of those people in the industry who could make a living.A great painter who is unable to take care of himself.
The old man has seen countless highs, lows, strong winds and waves in his life.
Who gave him the courage to talk face to face in front of Cao Xuan, thinking that Mr. Cao could not see through him
Lao Yang was a little lucky in his heart that he did not say anything too much. If so, talk nonsense.
Otherwise.
The most unlucky person may not be Gu Weijing.
"Mr. Cao, I"
"Okay, I don't blame you. Xiao Ning has been a proud person since she was a child. None of her brothers and sisters can take away what she likes. "I'm not surprised that she reacted like this."
"It's just a little willful. But I, an old guy, can understand the children's mood."
Cao. Xuan saw that the assistant was a little at a loss, so he raised it high and put it down gently.
It is normal for people to be willing to speak for Tangning because they are not sages. They have personal emotional tendencies. Anyone in Lao Yang's position would be the same choice.
When Lao Yang heard what Cao Lao said, he felt relieved.
Even if Tang Ning had resentment towards the old gentleman and ill will toward Gu Weijing, Cao Xuan didn't even say anything serious except jokingly commenting on "willful".
Look
In the heart of the old man, he is still closer to the female apprentice who grew up beside him.
Sure enough, he was on the wrong team.
Old Yang lowered his head and wiped sweat with the back of his hand.
He did not notice the uncontrollable disappointment in Mr. Cao Xuan's eyes reflected by the elevator wall at this moment.
"It's human nature."
Mr. Cao sighed in his heart.
In the short conversation, among what his assistant said, these four words made the most sense, and they were also the ones that disappointed Mr. Cao the most.
My female disciple Tang Ning is not willing to be a senior who cares about the younger generation and preaches and resolves doubts. It is human nature to choose to suppress and attack Gu Weijing.
Gu Weijing was scolded a few times by a great painter in public, so he drew a picture anxiously and anxiously, showing himself like a peacock spreading its tail in search of a mate.
It’s not wrong, it’s human nature.
But when Cao Xuan chooses his disciples, does he only want to select some ordinary people with "human nature"? How can ordinary people take over the responsibilities on his shoulders?
Painting talent is of course very important.
Painting talent, hard work and luck, these factors combined, at best, can only produce a first-line great painter.
If you want to be Cao Xuan's successor, or even be better than the old, the most important thing is not talent, not skills, but "mentality".
Of course Cao Xuan is looking forward to seeing the progress of the juniors.
But in this impetuous situation, the painting was sent over.
What kind of calm can there be?
The peacock can open its tail, and it can really open its tail.Is there any reason for this?
"Gu boy, how I hope you can listen to Xiao Ning's ridicule and remain calm despite the rain or shine. Regardless of the ups and downs of the outside world, you can calmly draw your own works. This makes me happier than the 10,000 messy paintings you worry about."
"Whether it's Tangning or Gu Weijing, when will the words "human nature" be replaced? Cheng Mo asks for these four words. That way, I can let go of my burden."
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