Miao Angwen listened to the mutual compliments between the principal and the female reporter around him, and looked at the shocked and envious comments of the students watching around him. The flashing spotlight shone on him. Lavalier clips in faded metal are plated with a bright glow.
He raised his eyebrows and took off his tie and tie.
Putting this small faded accessory in the palm of his hand, he vaguely remembered that it seemed to be something given to him by his father.
In order to do business with wealthy foreign tourists.
Miao Aung Win’s father always tried his best to look well-dressed before going to the street to solicit customers.
Driving a third-hand Toyota, wearing silk white gloves, dressed in fake Armani goods, the gold plastic tie clip had slightly peeled paint.
Whenever he stopped in front of the hotel door, he would get out of the driver's seat, trot open the trunk and take out the luggage for the passengers, then hand them a business card, bow and speak with an accent. Said in English "Sir, thank you for taking my car. Next time you and your friends want to use the car, please call this number. We will serve you 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, all year round. Sir."
My father would proudly call it "aristocratic service."
Miao Angwen didn’t know where his father learned this set of things.
Eight generations of their family should have nothing to do with the word "noble". The father only has an elementary school education. He is probably imitating the driver in a wealthy area and a bit of the emperor's golden hoe from some Thai drama. It's like imagining things in their head
Among the taxi drivers, many people thought that Miao Aung Win's father's weird appearance was ridiculous, and they pointed fingers at the family.
My father has never cared about this.
"The tips I get for pulling a car are enough for them to pull five times. These idiots are jealous. I can provide for my son to go to a private school and become a high-class person, and their son will only be able to do so in the future." Keep driving."
He once spat on the ground, patted Miao Aung Win on the shoulder, and said to him, "You know which animal is the most awesome in nature?"
"It's an elephant. The elephant is the most powerful," he said.
The elephant is the national treasure of Myanmar, and its status is equivalent to the panda of Eastern Xia. In the traditional culture of Yangon people, it is believed that seeing elephants can bring them good luck.
Some old people even respect elephants as if they were gods.
Miao Aung Win thought this was a boring casual conversation, so he hummed casually.
At that time, he was thinking about how to manage his family and ask for money to replace his mobile phone. Until a few years ago, Miao Anwen was still using the old-fashioned Nokia mobile phone with buttons.
It may not be bad among Myanmar students.
On the Dulwich campus, I was humbled to the ground.
When the words came to his lips, Miao Angwen didn’t know how to speak.
The set of comic-like service procedures that my father carefully studied is not in vain. In addition, many Yangon drivers do not know how to do it.English.
Their family still has many employees of foreign companies in Yangon as regular customers.
At his peak, my father could earn a net income of a thousand or several hundred dollars a month from driving a car, and much of it was directly obtained in foreign exchange, which made many colleagues jealous.
Otherwise, even with scholarships, he would not be able to afford such an international school.
In a blink of an eye.
Their family’s income has been declining sharply in recent years.
It wasn’t that my father didn’t work hard in his sports car, or that his increasingly stooped waist and bowing movements were no longer standard, but that times had changed.
Foreigners are more accustomed to hailing a taxi directly using taxi-hailing software like Uber, which is simple and convenient.
Any driver can easily do business with foreigners with just a few clicks on his mobile phone and no need to communicate a word.
No one will go out of their way to introduce friends who are traveling nearby to a taxi driver who can speak English and provide good service.
On the Internet, all living beings are equal.
The struggles and efforts of little people are very ridiculous when the wheels of time roll over them. No matter how hard the rickshaw pullers try, they can't prevent the fate of being replaced by cars.
Just like his father, no matter how sincere he shouted "sir", it could not change the fact that the number of people booking cars was decreasing day by day.
"Son, you want to be an elephant."
"Elephant, what do you mean?" Miao Aung Win didn't understand.
My father did not seem worried about the decline in his quality of life.
I didn’t tell him about the mythical folklore that elephants can bring good luck to, as I thought, but handed him a cigarette.
The father and son stood under the eaves, each smoking a cigarette.
The two cigarette butts are like firelights in summer, flickering in the night.
"Yes, elephants, African elephants. It is said on TV that their explosive power is five times that of tigers, and their load-bearing capacity is twenty times that of horses. I heard that African elephants live from birth to death all the time. They are all running and migrating. On average, an elephant herd can travel 16,000 kilometers per year, which is equivalent to crossing the African continent twice from south to north and then from north to south."
The father exhaled a puff of smoke.
"Each group walked and walked under the leadership of the leader. The day they stopped was the day they died. They marched through the primitive jungle, crossed flowing streams, and walked through the mud. swamps, alert to lions, crocodiles by rivers and lakes, and even vultures in the sky."
"Adult African elephants have almost no natural enemies, but they are a fatal threat to young elephants. . And baby elephants are the hope of the group."
"Only the smartest and strongest leaders can lead their families to a place where water and grass are abundant and the climate is pleasant. The elephants’ lifelong expedition.”
“My grandfather, my father, we have lived here all our lives.Staggering forward in an endless quagmire. I have only studied for four years, and my greatest ability in my life is to drive for those rich people who look like shit. But you are different, Myo Aung Win, my son, you want to be a rich man who looks like a dog. "
My father was chewing a cigarette. Under the reflection of the night, his bloodshot eyes were brighter than the burning cigarette butts.
"I heard those foreigners a long time ago. chat said. The most powerful and wealthy upper-class families in Europe send their children to study music and art. So I made up my mind right then and there. I will send you to the best local art school no matter what. "
"Because I am an elephant"
"Yes, my son, you are the fucking elephant, the one who led the herd out of the swamp. "My father waved his fist.
"I have worked hard all my life, and when I was forty, I was nodding and bowing my head to drive for foreigners. And you have received the best education I can give you. When you are forty years old, there will be foreigners nodding and bowing to drive for you. Artists are the most respected, you must be a master. ”
Miao Angwen didn’t know why he suddenly remembered this matter today.
He wanted to laugh a little.
When his father sent him to school I probably don’t know.
Even in Europe, only rich and famous artists are highly respected by society.
The best that artists with no money can do is become an art teacher or something. That’s all.
“Father may be only half right. It didn't take me forty years, but only eighteen years to achieve all this. "
Miao Angwen narrowed his eyes slightly and said to himself.
"I am the elephant that finally got out of the quagmire. ”
Today is when he completely walked through the jungle and completely trampled that figure under his feet.
Miao Angwen thought he would be so excited that he couldn’t control himself. Everything around him, The feeling of being a popular figure in the crowd would drive him crazy.
From the moment he stepped onto campus, this was what he had been longing for, wasn't it?
But. Miao Angwen looked at the camera, suddenly feeling uninterested.
Success that is too easy always makes people feel boring.
Being invincible without challenges is also very lonely. .
Miao Ang Win once regarded chasing that person as a milestone in his life.
He thought that he was very similar to the other person, a mirror image of each other in Hollywood movies. Old enemies.
With the same inferior background and the same hard work, he and Gu Weijing are like two lost elephants in the primitive jungle.
The young master's daughter. They were so intoxicated, and the life of a wealthy family was trapped in their hearts, making them feel inferior and making it difficult for them to move forward.
But after he really crossed the jungle, he looked back and found that it was just a trap. A small grassy beach in the vast world
The pattern is really good.'s too small.
With Brother Hao’s help, the entire city is its own resource.
People like Gu Weijing are not even worthy of being his opponent.
Just use force behind your back.
Not only does it allow him to catch up with Gu Weijing, but it also prevents the opponent he stepped on from ever getting over.
"Classmate Miao, Classmate Miao"
The reporter waved his hand and interrupted Miao Angwen's trance. "We still have a few questions. Are you tired? Can we take a few breaks?" Minutes, please take a break.”
“It’s okay, just ask.”
Miao Angwen turned to look at the camera.
At this time, the principal had finished the interview and was looking at him with a peaceful face.
“What did you just say?”
“It is understood that the website and official tweet of the Three-dimensional Universe Modern Art Center welcome the youngest contracted painter in history to join. It was mentioned in the manuscript. The portfolio of works you submitted to their gallery showed the creativity, wildness, freedom, unrestrainedness and expression of ideas that they valued very much. This made the gallery determined to spend a lot of money to invite you. You, this rising star of art, have become a member of their big family.”
The reporter flipped through the prepared prompt card, “I would like to ask Miao Angwen, who do you think leads you on the path of art. Did it come from school or your own life and thinking that gave you creative inspiration and brilliant art talent?"
Miao Aung Win thought for a moment.
Ignoring the crazy winks next to him, he smiled so hard at him that his face cramped, and he almost wanted to rush over and snatch the microphone to promote the school's enrollment.
He raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said, "Maybe it's my father."
"Is your father also a wild painter?" The female reporter was surprised.
"Absolutely."
"Musician, photographer"
"He is a wild driver." Miao Angwen smiled and said greatly The faded cheap plastic collar clip in the square handle was clipped back to the tie in front of the camera.
"I am the son of a taxi driver, and I learned a lot from him."
There was an interview.
He did not bring his big yellow gold watch and green jade brand attire today.
Brother Hao thinks it’s okay for fun, but the taste in this dress is really too rustic.
As a new art star under his banner, Brother Hao felt embarrassed when this nouveau riche appearance appeared on TV.
He made Miao Aung Win behave more simply and refreshingly.
In two months, I will officially prepare to debut as a young painter after graduating from high school.
I sent him to the professional beauty street in Seoul, South Korea, and asked experts to design a good look from head to toe.
After all.
Signing with 3D Universe Gallery is not the end, it just makes Miao Aung Win’s net worth rise rapidly like a ignited rocket.It's just a starting stage.
Brother Hao even plans to spend a lot of money to hire a professional team of agents and stylists to provide services around him alone.
Miao Angwen also began to lose interest in motorcycles, watches, jade and so on.
He doesn’t really like these things. He is so poor and rich at the same time that he never hopes to enjoy them. Secondly, in essence, he is still very insecure.
You need these things that can directly represent wealth to support your confidence.
Now.
When he got out of the quagmire of inferiority and became strong enough, these superficial external things became superfluous and insignificant.
A contract worth 100,000 US dollars from a Korean gallery and the identity of the new director of the Painting and Calligraphy Association, more than anything else, gave Miao Angwen the confidence to hold his head high.
Brother Hao placed a heavy bet on him.
He is no longer Gu Weijing's "replacement".
Miao Angwin believed that he was some kind of superior being.
At this moment, although Miao Aung Win is still dark and thin, the way he smiles at the camera does have the aura of a new art star coming out of him.
It actually left a deep impression on many female students who were watching.
They felt that this senior was not handsome, but he was somewhat dashing.
"The son of a taxi driver is such a touching answer. You should have a great father."
The reporter said with admiration.
"I got a very important news here."
She changed the inscription card in her hand and was silent for a moment, waiting for everyone present to look at her. Curiosity focused on her, waiting for the next speech.
The female reporter said in a serious tone, "I don't know this father, when he learned that his son will be selected for this year's National Art Association, and there is hope How joyful it will be to lead the country to participate in the next Venice Biennale."
The Dulwich students all around were either envious or amazed just now, with great interest. Senior Miao was discussing.
After this sentence.
It was as if the reporter had uttered some kind of curse.
Everyone looked at the young people in the field with their mouths open, as if they had been petrified and lost their ability to speak.
There were only a series of gasping sounds in the venue.
"Venice Biennale"
"Venice Biennale"
"Who imagined the Venice Biennale?"
< p>"God, it's impossible."After a long time.
There was only a small volume of discussion in the venue, one after another.
The one who was stunned was not only the principal, but also all the students who were watching.
This is like a high school in a small county town, I heard that a certain classmate won the Olympiad gold medal, and everyone looked envious and jealous.
But if I watch the news in the morning, I see that my classmates’ names appear on the shortlist for this year’s Nobel Prize, and reporters rush over to interview them.
Everyone’s first reaction is definitely not envy.
Instead
I was immediately dumbfounded.
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