"I can't, I can't be grateful. A copy of the speech has been submitted to the organizing committee. Mr. Cao did not use the version I wrote. He completed it by deleting, editing, and editing alone these days, so I don't know what the old man said. The specific content of the speech cannot be of much help."
Lao Yang looked at the piece of paper that Tang Ning held out, hesitated for a moment, and did not dare to take it, but explained in a low voice.
"Old Yang, you are dishonest."
Tang Ning pointed at the assistant with a finger painted with khao.
For the first time since entering the venue, she looked directly at Lao Yang, with playful eyes and a calm but imposing tone.
Do not leave any room for the other party to escape like a loach.
Lao Yang's tone stopped abruptly, his eyes were turning, but his hands were sweating.
He did not tell the truth.
The manuscript of Mr. Cao’s speech at the annual meeting was not discussed with anyone, but Mr. Yang had a rough idea of the specific content.
After all.
The copy of the speech submitted to the organizing committee was delivered by Lao Yang.
From what he glanced at secretly, there was nothing about Gu Weijing, nor anything about Tangning.
But a speech is a speech.
A speech is a speech.
The artists have free and unrestrained personalities.
For this kind of seminar-type annual meeting, no matter how rigid the organizing committee is, it will not interfere too much with the content of their speeches, and there is a lot of room for on-the-spot expression.
The copy of the speech you submitted is just an outline of content. The speech is divided into several parts, with approximately how many words and how long each part takes.
The main purpose of the registration is that the organizing committee is worried about the rise of someone who speaks, and talks for more than half an hour, occupying other people's speaking time.
To be honest, even if you have a guest like Cao Xuan or Larry Gagosian and speak on stage for more than half an hour, it is not a big deal.
No matter how impatient or impatient you are in your heart, you must still endure it with a focused smile on your face.
It was as if the leader of the Education Bureau was speaking on the stage at a high school sports meeting.
You have gone to great lengths to invite people over, but they are willing to chatter endlessly, so what can you do?
Content restrictions are even more optional.
Basically, don’t blatantly talk about superior and inferior races on stage, raise your arms and yell “hi, hiter” nervously. These touch the bottom line of tolerance of social norms and ethics, and will drag down the whole society. Guests will play through the outrageous and vile content together.
The organizing committee does not want to make a fuss and face the risk of being criticized by the media for being "not inclusive enough". It doesn't care what these great artists with all kinds of weird and wonderful flowers have to say.
Tang Ning was right about one thing.
No matter what everyone thinks, nowIn these formal and solemn international occasions, the appearance is well done.
Even if someone tells an inappropriate and vulgar joke, it is their own business.
Moreover.
Who gave the Glitz organizing committee the right to define what constitutes a vulgar pornographic joke?
None of the exhibitors present, male or female, had ever painted a nude model of the opposite sex. , very few. Two or three hundred years ago, in the eyes of the Roman Church, all of this was considered vulgar behavior.
In this regard, the organizing committee has been criticized by the media for being very obedient over the years.
Anyway, the public is very tolerant of the bottom line in the art world. They don’t bother to care about these thorny painters, so they just let their own agents and assistant teams have a headache.
The outline is not important.
What you want to talk about or what you don’t want to talk about, ultimately depends on the intention of the old man in the first row who is closing his eyes and concentrating.
Until the second before Mr. Cao takes the stage, he can change it.
Lao Yang could guess why Cao Xuan suddenly showed such an attitude.
There are rewards and penalties.
The old man was happy that Gu Weijing could hand over that "very unnatural" and almost impossible work, and wanted to encourage him.
Ms. Tang Ning was "very human" in being petty during the oil painting interview.
Master Cao Xuan naturally wanted to beat her up.
But how can it be easy for Lao Yang to say this.
The so-called distance is not close.
No matter how dissatisfied Cao Xuan was with his female apprentice, he, as an assistant, was not qualified to comment.
Lifting the sedan chair is not easy, it only takes one finger to dismantle the sedan chair.
I really offended these people. A hundred years from now, no matter which disciple inherits Mr. Cao’s mantle.
I want to destroy Lao Yang’s simple dream of having a lot of green notes in the bank, small yachts floating on the Mediterranean Sea, and a big ocean horse girl lying on the beach in Spain, so that he can be in the high-end art circle. Can't survive.
Not much.
One sentence.
You don’t even have to wait until Cao Lao is a hundred years later.
Now.
Just for Tangning, as an old disciple of Cao Cao, to say "You are dishonest in what you do" is a very serious accusation and a stain to the outside world.
Personal assistants who work both covertly and covertly will not be tolerated.
Lao Yang was completely speechless.
Obviously it is an art center with constant temperature and humidity, and the temperature is pleasant, but after all, there is sweat on the forehead of the middle-aged man, his face is pale, and he does not dare to breathe.
"Do you know why I said that?"
Tang Ning suddenly smiled.
"Lao Yang, cdx Gallery and I are discussing the establishment of the first sub-gallery of Downing aaacdx Thames Gallery in London. Preliminary ideasWe have received information from all contacts. It is expected that the first investment will be 11 million pounds, and construction will start in March next year. As a result, I need an experienced senior to handle the business. You agreed, but there was no reply. It’s not good for you to trick me like this. ”
“It’s still you, Yang Papi, who says good things, but in your heart you are making duplicitous accusations. You feel that I, Tang Ning, am just here to give you a big cake to eat with my white teeth, and there is nothing wrong with it at all. "True faith"
"Yang Dekang, don't lie to others, that's what you have in mind. "
Tang Ning retracted her hand, gracefully put her calves together, raised her eyelids, and said slowly.
Raise it high.
Put it down gently.
Lao Yang, whose real name is Yang Dekang, was already prepared for Tang Ning to make a big deal about this matter and braved the storm that followed.
In a daze, he couldn't believe his ears.
He stayed there in a daze.
It seemed that he was thrown off by the words "Yang Dekang" from Tang Ning. Hun'er.
A few seconds later,
Lao Yang breathed a sigh of relief at first, and the next moment, he was overjoyed.
Lao Yang. Yang knew that Tang Ning had always wanted to get rid of her status as a "super worker", break away from the constraints and open a gallery of her own.
Gu Tongxiang and Gu Weijing were also happy to sign the contract with Ma Shi Gallery. When Ruo Kuang was mad, Tang Ning was already qualified to plan and become the master of the primary calligraphy and painting market.
Tang Ning had expressed on several occasions that she wanted to get him to help when he was free. Consultant, become a partner of a gallery.
Lao Yang agreed.
His heart was exactly what Tang Ning said, he just wanted to paint him a shadow. It’s just cake.
There are so many experienced agents and assistants in the world, but Lao Yang never feels that others have to treat him.
“Sit down. Look at the sweat on your head. How terrible am I to make you so scared? "
Tang Ning patted the empty chair next to her and said casually.
"How can it be?" He is middle-aged and his body is weak. I have been thinking about it for a long time, when will I go back to the capital to work as a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner, put on two pairs of plasters, and put one on my waist? ”
Lao Yang wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeves, carefully sat down next to Tang Ning, and smiled.
As soon as the tension passed, the feeling on his body The cleverness emerged again.
Could it be that he really had a chance to become a co-founder of a gallery?
I don’t know. Would Mr. Cao agree?
He was confused and confused.
“Lao Yang, I am very angry with you. But I also know that you feel aggrieved. This is the old man’s intention, and I can’t blame you anyway. ”
"Stop me, you, Yang Bapi, are as clever as you, you must have the courage."
Tang Ning did not apologize to Lao Yang hypocritically.
The tone sounded as domineering and condescending as before, but it actually seemed real.
Just the words "I know you feel wronged" came to my ears. Somehow, most of the resentment accumulated in Lao Yang's heart melted away in just one sentence.
"Then do you know why I am still angry with you?"
Tang Ning said calmly, "Because you have not done your job as an assistant. What is the job of a personal assistant?" Be a good right-hand man to Mr. Cao, and think about what he thinks and what he wants. In history, Wan Yanmin, the great ancestor of the Jin Dynasty, killed his son in anger after being persuaded by his ministers. He once said something regretful to persuade his father. Kill your son and you will be punished by heaven and earth."
"I have grown up next to the old man. I believe that even if the teacher suddenly has some objections to me for some reason, it is just a temporary misunderstanding. In the final analysis, the elderly still love me, right?"
"The person who advises the elders to beat their children is the most stupid person. Even if you are just swinging the board, the person who is beaten will blame you, and the beating will be severe. When the parents feel distressed, in the end, they still have to blame the person who complained about the board swing for being ignorant."
Old Yang nodded.
That’s the truth.
There is a balance between closeness and distance.
Once a teacher, always a father. After so many years of companionship, Master Cao Xuan and Tang Ning have already developed a relationship of being both teachers and fathers.
Even now, the old man pretended to be asleep to avoid the angry behavior of Tang Ning's missing child.
Isn’t it a unique preference?
When Lao Yang made a mistake, Mr. Cao would show off to him like this
Don’t be ridiculous.
How could he have such a chance? He had been sent to pack up his belongings and run away as far as he could.
No matter how good Gu Weijing's paintings are, if after just a few contacts, his relationship with Mr. Cao becomes closer than that of Tang Ning, Lao Yang will definitely not believe it.
It is normal to use Gu Weijing to beat Tang Ning, saying that the child in Yangon has become more important than Tang Ning in his heart, that is purely sentimental.
In the heart of the old gentleman.
Perhaps Tang Ning is still the most promising disciple who is most likely to inherit everything from Mr. Cao.
"So you have to have a brain to be a villain. You come here to be a pitiful villain, I don't blame you, but you have to understand the importance of it, Lao Yang. The matter between me and Lao Cao is a family matter, I won't care Mistakes are just minor ones behind closed doors. No matter how small it is, the old man must still like me and want to help me."
" The old man himself didn't say that he would not help me in my speech. You, Old Yang, are obstructing me here. How can you wait for the old man to regret it? Do you think he will not complain?You Yang Papi, you are such a smart person, how could you be so confused? "
"Take it, I'm afraid that the old man doesn't know what I need most, so give these contents to Mr. Cao. Advise him to add it, this is a smart person. If the old man falls asleep, you can put it on the speaker of your speech. I miss you well, and the old man will think you are sensible. "
Tang Ning raised the paper in her hand.
Lao Yang stared at the paper, his expression tangled and struggling.
"Don't worry, it's none of your business. thing. If anything happens, Mr. Cao will come to me. Besides, you are just a messenger. Whether you speak or not depends on how you should speak. When the time comes, it still depends on the old man's mood. You just have to do your part. "Tang Ning said calmly.
It was like the last straw that broke the camel's back.
Lao Yang wiped his forehead with his sleeve vigorously, nodded, and took the A card "I understand, Teacher Tang, I will try my best. ”
When Gu Weijing came back from the kitchen with a cup of soaked fruit, he found that one chicken wing was missing on his plate, one piece of pot sticker was missing, one layer of milk cover was missing, and the rice dumpling was bitten. He took a sip.
He took a hard breath and looked down.
Sure enough, he saw a fat orange tail standing on the chair. Waking up and down.
Awang, who had gone out to have fun in the morning, had already returned to the palace while strolling around to inspect the territory.
Xiao Guzi, the eunuch in the imperial dining room, had just finished inspecting the food he had tested for poison, and was enjoying his brunch there leisurely.
Judging from the small bones on Awang's mouth
p>The fragrant fried chicken wings that he prepared carefully when he got up in the morning and watched the live broadcast have turned into poop in Awang's stomach.
He is now raising his neck, preparing for a meal. Gu Weijing performed the second piece of material transformation magic.
"Alas"
Gu Weijing put Guozhen on the table beside him and sighed. " I won’t tell you why you stole the chicken wings and pot stickers that I finally made, even though you had your own canned food, why didn’t I take good care of the food?"
He patted his forehead speechlessly. .
“But you insist on ruining my rice dumplings, that’s what you’re going to do. Ah Wang, remember we are carnivores and don’t like to eat grains. ”
The round and shiny cat turned its head and glanced at Gu Weijing, licked its fur leisurely, looked at the shit shovel, and turned its head away in disgust. Said
I was not satisfied with it even though I knew I didn’t like it. The service attitude was bad.
Gu Weijing could only sigh
Retaliation. He drank the remaining sip of milk cap in one gulp, took a big mouthful of bean paste rice dumplings, picked up a chair from the side with his left hand and sat down next to it.
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