Lao Yang trotted all the way to the small square in front of the Shwedagon Pagoda, he lowered his head, lowered his voice and said in Cao Lao's ear what he had just seen.

Almost in the next second, Cao Lao's face turned red because of the rapidly rising blood pressure. His hands were shaking, his snort was thick, and his chest was heaving.

"Old Cao, something has happened, it's useless for you to be in a hurry, protect your body."

Lao Yang was in a hurry, grabbed the old man's shoulder at once, and leaned his body against the little old man's torso, afraid that Cao Lao would fall directly to the ground because of excessive anger.

"What happened? What's wrong with Cao Lao. ”

"Is it a sudden physical discomfort? It was fine just now. ”

In front of the shrine, all the professors, artists and staff who followed Cao Lao Li Buddha all sensed that the atmosphere was wrong.

As Cao Lao's assistant Lao Yang ran over and said something in his ear, Cao Lao's face changed suddenly.

Many people in the crowd saw Cao Lao's abnormality, and they were immediately confused.

The old gentleman is the backbone of this project, but he can't miss it.

"I don't know, I think I've heard something related to the No. 17 mural, and it seems to have been destroyed by someone."

There was a situation where someone who was closer to Lao Yang when he spoke just now vaguely heard something.

"The seventeenth mural is the "Buddha Protector Map" during the Tusi period of the Gongbang Dynasty, and Cao Lao is said to have spent a lot of thought." This is the artist who knows the importance of this mural.

"What's wrong with that painting? Yangon officials closed the tourist access to the Shwedagon Pagoda, and the only people who could get close to it were the staff of the project, who dared to destroy it. Is there any alarm? ”

No.17 fresco?

Masakazu Tanaka's ears pricked up.

He knew that the number he had secretly swapped from the few mural number plates in the Grand-Class Quest Box was Seventeen.

I didn't expect to win the jackpot, and the painting was Cao Lao's work.

And it seems that Cao Lao attaches great importance to that painting.

Tanaka Masakazu was secretly happy in his heart, but he pretended to be at a loss on his face, and pretended to be confused with the person next to him: "How could such a thing happen? Who dares to do tricks on Cao Lao's works! ”

He stared at Cao Lao with a pair of thief eyes, looking forward to the moment when the other party was furious.

Cao Lao was very angry.

His hand holding the cane was shaking.

Mural No. 17 is one of the three most important murals for me in this project, the other two are large-scale repaintings, and only this one is a restoration.

This was probably the most technically demanding painting in the entire project, and the investigation of Mural 17 had already begun since he made up his mind to take over the project.

In his own studio in Hamburg, he made many drafts in advance and consulted countless sources.

He also held remote video conferences with painters who have experience in mural restoration in Dunhuang, Paris, and Istanbul, just to restore the picture of "Buddha and Protector of the Dharma" to perfection.

That's why, the first thing he did after the project started was to complete the outline of the missing part of the Dharma Protector diagram.

Now, in just one afternoon, it's all over.

"It's fate."

This thought flashed through Cao Lao's heart.

Lao Yang saw that Cao Lao's face was red, his lips trembled, and he was afraid that something was wrong with Cao Lao's body, so he immediately moved a chair from the order, and took the fast-acting heart-saving pills and warm water he carried with him from his pocket.

Cao Lao took a sip of water and finally relieved himself.

He strongly restrained the urge in his heart to tear that Gu boy to pieces.

"That's it, take me to see the paintings."

Cao Xuan's chest rose and fell violently, closed his eyes slightly, and finally slowly exhaled a breath, he said to his assistant.

Lao Yang was a little surprised that Cao Lao did not get angry in public, nor did he let people call the police.

He knew that the old gentleman was serious about painting and valued art.

It is impossible for Mr. Cao Xuan to change his temperament for the sake of a Gu Weijing.

Not to mention Gu Weijing, it is Cao Lao's apprentices who are forty or fifty years old, who has not been smashed by this old man with a palette because he is not serious when painting.

"Alright, let's go see the mural first...... Alas. The old man sighed again.

"As for that Gu Weijing."

The little old man stood up little by little with his crutches, the wrinkles on his face were staggered, and he suddenly saw that the upper district was much older.

"Whether it's the kid's fault or not, even if it's trying to show himself...... In short, you should keep your mouth tight, don't talk nonsense, just say that the wrong brand was issued. Don't ruin other people's children, it's not easy to have a good seedling. ”

Cao Lao once again admonished in Lao Yang's ear.

Lao Yang was silent.

He didn't expect Cao Lao to deal with it like this.

To put it a little too far, this kind of unauthorized unauthorized master's manuscript can be called to the police to request judicial intervention even in ordinary studios.

How much is a monument worth? How much is a work of Cao Lao worth a lot of effort? It's hard to measure this in terms of money alone.

Does Cao Lao hate Gu Weijing?

Of course he hated, for whatever reason, he didn't want to see this young man at a glance now.

If he were to be twenty years younger, he would have broken the other party's legs with his own crutches.

But the old gentleman is old.

The old gentleman prefers to think about future generations.

Mr. Cao Xuan knew that at this moment, if he said a heavy word casually, the whole artistic career of other children would be over.

After all, he still loves talents.

It can be seen from the previous pen sketch that no matter what, this Gu Weijing is a young man who is willing to work the way to painting.

Since the mural was irretrievable, he didn't want to cast a shadow over the future of a serious and hardworking child.

"So be it."

Cao Lao glanced at Lao Yang sternly.

Lao Yang smacked his mouth in his heart.

While admiring the master's mind, he also sighed a little about the good luck of this Gu Weijing.

What he hopes most is that the impact of this incident can be minimized, and he can be less affected.

However, I guess this guy doesn't want to go to Master Lin Tao's studio.

A good young man, who has just gained the attention of the master, and personally killed the opportunity, is really emotional.

The Buddha worship activity was originally coming to an end, and when this incident happened, it ended immediately in place.

Everyone followed Cao Lao and quickly went back in the direction of the No. 17 mural.

Many people didn't know what was going on along the way, but the atmosphere was a little depressing.

Masakazu Tanaka didn't see the expected hair biao, and he felt a little regretful, but he thought it was just the calm before the storm.

His small steps, like a cowering rat, followed the army.

Cao Lao leaned on his cane and called his disciples Lin Tao, Sakai Issei and other experts who were familiar with the field of mural restoration.

He could already imagine what the mural would look like.

If the color on the surface is too light, it may be possible to make up for it.

But the most common mistake that novices make when restoring murals is to paint too thickly and thickly paste into a ball.

The New Yorker, the world's best-selling weekly cultural weekly, once reported on a team of students in France who made such a mistake when restoring an 800-year-old statue of the Virgin.

The whole sculpture is decolorized, painted with a cloudy paint, one blue and one red.

The weekly magazine used vicious rhetoric to call the restoration "the Virgin painted as a monkey." ”

Cao Xuan's eyes had already appeared in front of him with colorful and messy coloring on the mural.

This made the fingertips of his cane turn slightly white.