Chapter 413 Fireworks

atbaatba Chairman Brown frowned slightly. He expected Anna to not show such an expression.

True.

In the most optimistic scenario, he did not expect that Miss Elena would be beside him with tears in her eyes, pulling his sleeves and sobbing, begging for his forgiveness and mercy.

Even if he thought about such a scene, Sir Brown felt that he would soon be overwhelmed by a huge sense of accomplishment and conquest.

But he knew.

That is not the Anna he knew.

Anna has strength and tenacity beyond her age.

This was inherited from her aunt.

anofstee The phrase Man of Steel does not refer to Iron Man.

Before Warner chose it as the title of the new Superman movie in 2013, the public image was usually used to describe those coal mine smelting workers with beards, red necks, and bare upper bodies wielding pickaxes. 's, thinking they are the most indestructible tough men on earth.

Some women have weak bodies, but their nerves seem to be made of steel.

In the era when he was growing up, newspapers like The Times, which tended to be conservative, used to like to use this word to describe the Iron Lady, Mrs. Thatcher, but when Sir Brown heard this word, he thought will always be Anna's aunt.

Although the two parties cannot be called like-minded friends.

But Sir Brown has always had admiration and high regard for the woman who he had worked with for twenty years and had never seen shed a tear. Before she said goodbye, she laughed and teased that his hat was a bit too old-fashioned. Respect.

As long as Anna's aunt was alive, Sir Brown suppressed his ambitions and worked wholeheartedly for the oil painting magazine under her leadership.

Country after country and region are using old-fashioned art media people to expand their media territory.

Even though the long wait and the old-school rigidity and stubbornness of oil painting magazines caused Sir Brown to miss many take-off opportunities that made Sir Brown sigh with regret, he also changed from a handsome middle-aged scholar with a graceful manner to one who was waiting and While spending time, he became an old man with a snow-white beard.

He still faithfully played the role of a reliable right-hand man.

This was the way he chose to repay her kindness.

But all Sir Brown's respect and patience were given to Anna's aunt.

Not Miss Elena’s.

No one can take away the magazine that he held in his hands just through blood.

Why should he continue to assist a little girl who is no longer as old as his granddaughter like a loyal old servant at the cost of castrating his own ambition?

With just one Elaine What is the identity of the head of the Na family?

To be honest, this is Glitz in 2023, not Glitz in 1823.

He has his own ambitions and alsoHave your own ideals.

Sir Brown has finally arrived and will use his supreme will to let the magazine and even the entire art world act and develop according to his orders.

Today is the day when he announces his achievements to the world.

One after another, super galleries and major artists announced on the stage that they would join Brown’s team. This was not only an excellent publicity strategy, but also a public demonstration like reviewing the doomsday fleet.

Protest to the detective cat, to Anna beside you, to Yayoi Kusama, to Richter, to Cao Xuan, to every disobedient in the world who dares to say "no" to God.

Times have changed.

Sir Brown could not help but burn on the stake all those who made him unhappy.

But he was able to hang the artistic lives of the vast majority of art workers who made him unhappy on the stake and burn them to death.

The founder of cdx gallery on stage was the last guest before he and Cao Xuan gave speeches.

Cao Xuan was sitting not far from him.

He couldn't tell what the little old man with his eyebrows drooped and looking like he was asleep was thinking in his mind.

He guessed that the other party must be regretting it.

I regret rejecting the offer from the oil painting magazine the day before yesterday.

Sir Brown did not know the comments on the Internet, otherwise he would not agree with others who said that he was saving a European Super League team.

Too soft.

He will tell the whole world that what he pulls out is not a football circus that competes with the Champions League to compete for the market.

It is an entire super fleet used to conquer the art world.

The combined worth of these guests on the stage is more than the cost of a Nimitz-class nuclear-powered aircraft carrier, and the capital flow that can be leveraged is enough to buy the commander of the entire Mediterranean Sixth Fleet. department.

Anna mocked him as a pirate.

So.

He is an unprecedented super pirate who has an entire armada of pirates under his command. He can fiercely steal the last dollar in the art market and the last trace of media attention.

No matter how important the art exhibition is, it has a long history.

If there were no painters and galleries under the Oil Painting Magazine to participate, it would instantly become a grass-roots group that no one cares about.

A casual column comment from one of his art editors will be enough to determine the final winner of the Venice Biennale’s Golden Lion Award.

Didn’t Hirst at Gagosian Gallery have everything but a Golden Lion Award?

Then I will award it to him next year. As Gagosian is very wise and did not choose to go against him as a reward and a meeting gift.

What is the Venice Biennale?

If he wanted to.

He can even organize an "Oil Painting Biennale" tomorrow that is more authoritative and more star-studded than the Venice Biennale.

How could Cao Xuan refuse because he was short-sighted?He rejected the opportunity to board the fleet and regretted it

He refused the opportunity to board Noah's Ark, so he had the only fate of being drowned by the flood.

Forget it.

Considering the huge amount of cash in the Dongxia art market, Sir Brown decided to give this little old man another chance.

When the annual meeting is over, if he is willing to come to the door in person to ask for forgiveness.

He is still willing to welcome you with a generous expression.

The original conditions were definitely not worth considering.

It just seems generous, but the signing fee of US$200 million, which can still set a record, is still limited to US$100 million as a punishment and encouragement. Sir Brown has not yet thought about it.

What Sir Brown did not understand was why Anna could still laugh.

He has never underestimated this little girl.

She is like a slightly younger version of her aunt in many aspects, except for her beauty.

Her aunt is a middle-aged woman who is still plump. She is very beautiful, but she is indeed far from being comparable to Miss Elena.

That's why he had to use the excuse of "detective cat" to suspend her before the other party fully matured, and then kicked her out on the board of directors.

Don't give her the slightest chance to gain in-depth control of this magazine.

He believed that with Anna's upbringing and upbringing, she could still maintain her outward appearance under such circumstances, and it was not difficult to force herself to laugh.

But Sir Brown considers himself an elder who watched Anna grow up.

The other party is really smiling or fake smiling.

Outsiders can’t see it.

But he can make a rough guess at a glance.

He may never be able to accurately describe the difference between the two smiles on Anna's face. It is more of a feeling.

Sometimes, you will think that the smile on this girl's face is great and intoxicating.

The rest of the time, you will think her smile

is perfect.

It is refreshing, and the air around you seems to be painted with a golden edge.

That is a kind of joy and joy that comes from deep inside, like a butterfly flying high into the sky and a bird flying lightly across the water.

Sir Brown noticed this feeling in Miss Elena from the moment he entered the venue today.

How could Keren be happy because his family's foundation collapsed in front of him

For someone as sophisticated and calculating as him, he could only express his confusion.

"Anna, I heard that my friends in the media are so flattering. They call me the Pope of Art."

The owner of the cdx gallery ended his speech and handed the microphone to the host.

At this moment, Chairman Brown suddenly opened his mouth and said in a very low voice.

“I’m a little unsure about being called a pope, for an art worker who should be tolerant and open-minded as a virtue., can it be considered a compliment, Sir?"

Anna clapped gently and asked with a smile.

"The signed painters of My Muse Project include avant-garde, experimental Art, classicism and other diverse arts, I am still trying to get in touch with great painters in traditional Asian painting styles like Cao Xuan. I really feel that I am actually quite tolerant. "

Brown did not lose his temper with the little girl, and smiled at Anna's teasing.

"But you know, I have always liked this title in my heart, sincerely. The nickname Pope is more prestigious than Marlon Brando's The Godfather. I have read some documents about papal succession before. After each pope dies, in which hall is the election of the new pope held?"

"The 120 cardinals of the College of Cardinals held the election. The election meeting will enter the election hall of the Sistine Chapel in the Vatican. The door will be sealed, and only one phone will be left in the church for emergency contact, while all other phones will be cut off. The required food, medicine, etc. are delivered through the two turntables on the "bronze door". The chamber will not be reopened until a new generation of popes is born. "Anna recited the rules of the election.

"Yes, yes, our ancestors have given birth to a cardinal. Anna, you must be more familiar with it than me. "

Sir Brown smiled.

"I can't remember the specific content. I only remember that a cardinal in history said this hundreds of years ago. One sentence. Before we walked into the bronze door, we were just John, Alessandro, Leonardo and Francesco, ordinary people with gray hair, mortal bodies, and wrinkles all over their bodies. ”

“But when we walk out of this door, one of us has become Benedict V, John XIII, Innocent III or Boniface VIII , the agent of God’s authority who takes the name of a saint as his own title. The most powerful king in the entire Christian world. Note"

Note Usually a new pope will give up his real name and change the Latin name of a saint to his own name.

"When I read this, I felt This is so cool to say. Before entering that door, I was just a tacky ordinary person. The moment I stepped out from behind that bronze door, I had become the agent of God’s will. What a powerful statement. ”

“Don’t you think today is such a day?”

“Are you saying that now is your coronation ceremony, Sir?” Anna responded.

"I will completely destroy you. Miss Anna Elena."

Sir Brown's smile was still kind, and he spread his hands slightly, "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. Sorry, Anna, I gave you a chance to choose, this is not a personal grudge."

"I wish you success, sir"

Anna Feng Qingyun. Said calmly.

"I know what you are thinking, Anna. I understand you better than you think." Sir Brown's tone was slightly irritable. "You think everyone will not like monopoly. One day the people will , gallery owners, or others, will stand up to overthrow the rule of oil painting, just like the struggle of academic and grassroots painters from generation to generation."

"The wave of resistance will not extinguish, they may. They may succeed, or they may fail, but one day, they will succeed. Sorry, this doesn’t sound like good news to you, does it?”

Anna nodded slightly to Sir Brown. Akechi agrees.

"Yes, any dynasty will end in collapse, which is not good news for such a founder. But I don't care. Your cousin Aole told me that Cao Xuan's The assistant said that Cao Xuan is over 90 years old, so he only cares about things that are really important to him. "

Brown smiled, "I am also seventy years old this year. So, I also only care about things that are really important to me. Anna, the biggest difference between you and me is precisely the difference in the way you and I look at the business. For you, the Oil Painting Magazine is the name Irina. To me, the things that are bound together and passed down to future generations are just a traditional leading media company that is about to reach its peak value. I am its CEO."

"I am. It doesn’t matter how long it lasts, only how high its high point is. That will be the pinnacle of my life’s achievements.”

“As for whether such a high point is for a centenarian. To be honest, I don’t care, and our investors probably don’t care too much either.”

“Could it be that Kodak or Nokia should attribute today’s desolation to this. Of course not, he led them to become the world's number one professional managers decades ago. They are still classic cases in Harvard Business School and are talked about as business tycoons."

"Oil Painting. One day it will collapse, but that is not today."

Sir Brown sighed.

"Maybe 10 years later, maybe 20 years later."

"The name of oil painting today is as shining as it was a hundred years ago, but a hundred years later, I Knowing that maybe no one will remember this name anymore, if losing fairness is the price necessary to reach the top, I will not regret it. There are too many old magazines that have died in history. It’s time to be content.”

“How much money can we make before the Oil Painting Magazine is abandoned by the times?50 billion short of money, I think 100 billion is a very possible number. It’s really exciting. In your hands, the magazine will not be able to earn such a return in another thousand years. ”

Sir Brown stood up.

After adjusting his clothes, he walked towards the top of the rostrum.

The silhouettes of two people intertwined.

He whispered sarcastically to Miss Elena, "Anna, I won't call this killing the goose to retrieve the eggs. I will call it a brilliant burning. Are you ready to watch a firework show of cooking oil?"

For a few seconds

Sir Brown was prepared for Anna to slap him in anger

He believed that if her aunt were there. Here, it is possible to do so.

It doesn’t matter.

Anger is a reflection of the helplessness of reality.

A rude and arrogant heiress. It was a good opening for his next speech.

Unfortunately

Maybe Anna didn’t have the courage, or maybe the other party was more powerful than he thought. Deep.

Elena just stared at him quietly

Without a smile or a scowl, she just looked at him quietly and replied softly, "I'll wait and see. Jazz. ”

Suddenly.

Sir Brown felt that he might not understand the girl in front of him as well as he imagined.

This made his A layer of haze suddenly filled my heart.

The three-and-a-half-hour annual meeting speech

Awang had fallen asleep, following Gu Weijing’s fingers. Her beard moved back and forth, making regular and rhythmic "gulu" and "gulu" sounds.

It seemed to be some strange avant-garde musical instrument.

Gu Weijing finally stood up slightly, straightened his back, and stared at the screen curiously. The real main course finally began.

All the viewers watching the live broadcast.

It’s all about this moment.

“Hello, Art. "

Sir Brown stood in front of the rostrum, looked at the media cameras and the artists in the audience, and said with a microphone.

This sentence sounds a bit strange, and There was a bit of a speech impediment.

But Gu Weijing still understood what the other person wanted to express.

Sir Brown was not talking to anyone present, but to the entire art world. Speech, talking to the goddess of art, Muse.

Considering the extremely high value of this annual meeting,

it is almost equivalent to speaking to these great painters in the venue. Yu talked about the abstract concept of "art".

This opening statement is quite similar to Wang Media's favorite phrase "heoarica" ​​before the speech.

The audience responded enthusiastically enough to inspire new art.Rooftop applause.

Whether it is true or false.

At this time, almost most of the guests expressed their congratulations and compliments to the king of the art world in an almost flattering manner.

Although Sir Brown only said one sentence.

But the noisy applause lasted for almost 30 seconds, and it was completely like an idol meeting.

“There is a very interesting little story serialized in a Victorian newspaper. It probably tells the story of a old-fashioned agent who was afraid of the new era and wanted to declare war on the concept of science, so he decided to plan to blow up the entire Greenwich Observatory. . Today, if a terrorist wants to erase the concept of contemporary art, he does not need to blow up that museum, he only needs to plant a bomb in our venue."

Sir Brown read from the speech.

"Don't worry, this is a joke, not a declaration of attack, so please laugh."

A burst of warm laughter erupted in the venue.

End of this chapter

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