"Yes, a little bit of it here, it will have a Mabudula-style feel ......", Delier holds the hand of a handsome boy and makes graffiti on the canvas that people can't understand, which is often called "art" by normal people. Sometimes what art needs is not to understand, otherwise why would artists be proud of the world?

While feeling the masculine little hand in his hand, he gently leaned on the boy's shoulder, greedily sniffing the boy's good smell. He felt like he was about to fly into the sky, and if it weren't for the two damn guys who were still staring at him last time, he might have taken the little boy to the Chamber of Secrets to discuss the higher arts.

Some greedily withdrew their hands, straightened up, looked at the drawing boards in front of the other children, and nodded continuously. Although Delier's own artistry is still up for debate, his ability to appreciate art is quite good, and among these children he is very optimistic about a girl and a boy, and he thinks that these two children have real artistic cells, and if they can enter a good art academy in the future, they are likely to become great artists.

Just when he imagined that he had cultivated many artists and made a name for himself in the art world, a rough and savage footsteps alarmed him. He turned around a little impatiently, hugged his chest angrily, and pouted slightly at the guy who had ruined the mood. He knew the man, Lady Vivien's chauffeur.

The speed at which he changed his face was just like the level of his artist, which should be superb, and he immediately changed his smile to meet him. Just as he was about to ask Mrs. Vivien why she didn't come in, the driver spoke before him, "Your Excellency the Mayor has invited you to come and hope you don't embarrass me." ”

Delier's face changed slightly, and he arranged for his assistant to take care of the children, then tidied up his clothes, wiped some cosmetics again, and then returned to the mayor's estate with the driver.

This is the second time that Delier has seen the mayor up close, the first time at the art auction held by the Chamber of Commerce, he appreciated some works of art for Mrs. Vivien, and it happened that the mayor was there, but after the two sides just greeted each other, they didn't say a word, and the mayor left directly halfway. So, this is the second time the two have met at close range, which makes Delier a little uncomfortable, he can't tell why he feels uncomfortable, but in short, he is a little flustered.

"I've heard that Madame has been buying some expensive art from you, haven't I?" the mayor didn't ask him what he wanted to know as soon as he opened his mouth, but instead began with something unimportant and irrelevant, "I can see that Madame likes art very much, and those works of art are piled up in a storage room." ”

Delier could only smile as the mayor spoke, nodding his head weakly, knowing the "real situation" of his artworks. To put it bluntly, it is nothing more than his remuneration for pimping those noble ladies, and the direct exchange of money is too easy to make people suspicious, but the payment method for buying art in this way is much more normal. Because everyone's ability to appreciate art is different, you may think that a certain work of art is worthless, but in the eyes of those who like it, it is priceless. This controversial and highly idealistic payment method saves Delier a lot of trouble and is hidden enough. To this day, there are still many people who don't know what his real business is.

"How much do you think your so-called works of art are worth?", the mayor smiled and looked very kind, but he didn't know why, Delier always felt that the mayor in front of him was dangerous.

"Probably...... Worth some money, isn't it?", Delier cautiously tried to say, seeing that the mayor did not have a clear objection, he breathed a sigh of relief, and continued: "Art is actually difficult to understand, just like Mr. Mark's 'Genesis', which is just a circle painted by a variety of colors on the canvas, I can also do this kind of painting technique and painting results, but the meaning of what I paint is far from reaching the high evaluation of 'Genesis'. ”

He said earnestly: "Everyone has a position for art in their hearts, either high or low, but art itself is priceless!"

The mayor nodded earnestly, "There is a little truth to what you say, but I asked the great artists from Ordor and the capital to taste the works of art you sold to your wife, and they told me that those things are not necessarily comparable to the works of apprentices, do you have any thoughts on this?"

Of course, it can't be compared, those are just children's graffiti, and their real purpose is just to cover up "prostitution", how can it be possible to sell real works of art to these noble girls?

Seeing that the heat was almost over, the mayor said slowly: "I understand what you are doing, what they are doing, now I don't want to care about so many things, you just need to tell my wife who she has been with recently." ”

Delier was silent, he knew that one day someone would see through his business, but he didn't expect it to be so fast, he didn't expect that the person who saw through his business would have such a high status.

"Don't you want to say that?", the mayor shook his head, "or do you think silence can counter the problem you can't avoid?"

Delier remained silent, and in the next second, the mayor reached out and picked up the crystal ashtray weighing several pounds on the coffee table and smashed it into Delier's head. People always talk about how hard the bones are, maybe the bones are really hard, but the flesh is very soft. Blood ran down his forehead, and Delier's eyes were pitch black, with flashes of light blooming, and the spinning dizziness prevented him from hitting his attention.

With a bang, Delier's head slammed to the side again, and the heat in his nasal cavity couldn't stop rolling out. He reached out and touched it, it was not blood, it was a clear liquid, and he vaguely felt that the danger was coming again, and he realized that he had to hold his head with both hands. The pain in his arm made him scream at this point, but the mayor had already ordered that no one would come in.

"Look, it may cost you your life to keep a secret, but you have nothing to lose by saying it. The mayor gasped slightly, threw the crystal ashtray back on the coffee table, and sat back down. He took a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the blood from his hands, the shocking red stains of the handkerchief.