In the large office, on the sofa in the reception area, two elderly people sat opposite each other, and the teacups on the coffee table were steaming.

"Fengzi, you lazy guy will also take the initiative to come to my door?"

"Ranran, the last time you said that, I asked your sister."

"What's the matter?"

"That's it, your sister asked you to rob my girlfriend."

"Well, how about it, my sister's temperament has always been straightforward, and she will definitely admit it."

"You're guessing wrong, she won't admit it. I also insisted that I was pursuing her in vain, and I don't know where to turn out the yellowed paper, saying that it was evidence. I saw that it was actually a love poem I had written, but I forgot when I wrote it. ”

"I can't help you, who told you not to leave evidence."

"Then I remembered that one was Valentine's Day in the West, one was the Mid-Autumn Festival, and another time was when her work won an award. She had to ask me to write a poem to her, and I wrote it without doubt, but I didn't expect her to keep it as evidence. ”

The two old men laughed, if Mrs. Feng was present, these two would inevitably be cleaned up.

"Speaking of those days, do you remember Aachen?" Gu Ran asked.

Feng Yimo recalled the past and muttered, "Aachen? Ji Achen? ”

"Yes, that's the thing, shouting every day that Chinese oil painting is not as good as Chinese football, and he is also good at painting oil painting."

"That guy is good, he often helps me scold you for Western paintings."

"you, this guy is a typical pig teammate, but his drawing is really good."

"Didn't he go to Europe for further study a long time ago, why did he suddenly mention him?"

"Yesterday he called and asked about your grandson-in-law."

"Son-in-law? Su Tuo? ”

"Admit it? I thought it was nonsense on the Internet, but I didn't expect that you old guy had no discipline, didn't go offline, and even used this kind of trick. ”

Feng Yimo waved his hand helplessly and said, "Forget it, I don't want to explain this anymore." ”

"Don't pretend, I'll ask you, what would you think if Ling'er and Su Tuo could succeed."

"Let it be."

"Obvious duplicity, but I can't argue with you about this, who let me have no granddaughter."

"That's, hehe." The wind and ink are finally revealed, and they are happy.

Gu Ran couldn't see him like this the most, so he changed his mind and continued: "Aachen is mixing well now, in the British Portrait Society. He saw Su Tuo's sketch on my Weibo, and he was crazy with excitement. ”

"That guy is a painting idiot......"

"He wanted me to send the painting to the British Portrait Society as Su Tuo's application for membership."

"There's nothing wrong with joining the club, but if he wants to keep that sketch, I won't agree."

He really meant that, exchanging membership for works, and the British Museum wanted to collect them. In addition, they will arrange for Su Tuo to win the first prize in a portrait painting competition. ”

"Let him play, don't think about the British Museum, the Louvre, winning the award is a joke, this painting will not win the award if it is taken out for the competition? The more critical issue is that in my eyes, this sketch is more important than Su Tuo. ”

"What do you mean by that?"

"With Su Tuo's talent, it is impossible to stay at the University of Arts in the future. So Yida is just a label on him, and as his achievements get bigger and bigger, there will be more and more labels on his body. Many of these labels are more dazzling than Yida, which means that when we talk about Sutuo in the future, we will not talk about Yida first. And this sketch is different, it completely belongs to the University of Arts, decades, hundreds of years later, people can still see it in the University, and when they see it, they will remember that Su Tuo was born in the University of Arts. ”

"You have so much faith in him? No, this painting should belong to Su Tuo, when did it become your art university? ”

"This matter is the credit of Ma Hui, and he asked Su Tuo to treat this painting as a volume."

"It's okay to say that, and you know how important this sketch is. If Su Tuo makes trouble, it is impossible for Yida to stay. ”

When Feng Yimo heard Gu Ran's words, his eyes immediately widened, and his beard curled: "He dares, I am his grandfather." ”

"Don't pretend, you're afraid that I'll interfere too."

"No one wants to rob ...... Including you. ”

"Okay, I don't rob, I'm not an art museum, what's the effort to rob. Then again, the leaders of the ministry asked you to hand it over, such as to the National Gallery, what should you do? ”

Feng Yimo stopped talking, and drank tea silently, he wanted to say a word. Don't say that Gu Ran doesn't believe it, and you don't believe it yourself. Like a deflated ball, he nestled into the sofa, without the impassioned enthusiasm he had just had.

"Okay, I'm not going to tease you. What about the British Portrait Society? ”

"This matter, you ask Su Tuo to go, ask me if I have a fart?" Feng Yimo was still sulking.

Gu Ran looked at him, felt funny, and said, "Aren't you his grandfather?" ”

"I'm a grandson, and I'm a grandfather, so I'm a grandson." Feng Yimo said angrily.

"Don't lose your temper and talk about it. You can also make decisions for Su Tuo, such as publishing that sketch, doesn't Su Tuo know? ”

"He doesn't know this as a child, and we old guys have to pave the way for him...... What is the real intention of Aachen? ”

"I came for the work, the purpose is very clear, but ......"

"You still sell this, say it."

"Aachen simply admired Su Tuo and wanted him to join the association, and he wanted to paint the British Portrait Society."

"Then tell Aachen, there's no need to talk about it!"

"Don't worry, Aachen can't see what the British are doing. I helped contact the American Portrait Society, and after seeing the sketch photos, I also invited Su Tuo to join the club. ”

"What conditions do they have?"

"They asked the sketch to be part of next year's International Portrait Competition, which they hosted, and it competed with the British side."

"That's no problem, do you want to be in the competition?"

"Of course not, in a normal competition, the ownership of the work belongs to the author."

"I think so, what do you think?"

"Su Tuo should be allowed to join the club, and he will participate in the competition, it doesn't matter if he wins the ranking or not."

"Then go through their process, you can do it here, I'll be lazy."

"No problem, it's easy for us to deal with. One more thing, Aachen's tendon problem has been committed......"

"How?"

"He wants to do a slap in the face."

"A slap in the face? Hit in whose face? ”

"Slap the British Portrait Society in the face."

"This is called a dog who can't change eating, and used to be in your faction, betraying you every day. Now he still takes the initiative to slap his association in the face...... Still, I like to talk about specifics. ”

"I knew that you would be this virtuous person, and that if you wanted to become a member of the British Portrait Society, you had to attend an exhibition at the Mall Gallery in May of that year. During the exhibition, in addition to judging several awards, the artists who request to join the association must be voted on, and only those who pass will be considered as officially admitted. ”

"What does Aachen want to do? Send Su Tuo's paintings to the exhibition anonymously, and finally be selected when you vote on the spot? ”

"No, he's more ruthless, he wants to rent a small showroom in the gallery of the shopping mall during the association's exhibition. Su Tuo's works are exhibited inside...... He also gave the exhibition a name, the Salon of the Losers. ”

"Talent!"