Gu Weijing has no plans to go to the orphanage on today's schedule.

In addition to the fact that he was going home to copy "The Old Church" again, every Friday night was the time for Professor Lin Tao to make an appointment with him for a video lecture.

Professor Lin Tao's younger sister, Ms. Tang Ning, painted the work "Hundred Flowers", which won the gold medal at the Magic Capital Art Exhibition, and has been mailed to Gu Weijing.

There is a copy of the textbook.

Professor Lin will also disassemble each of the different flowers and natural scenes for him.

For example, last week's lesson talked about daylilies.

Daylilies are also known as the flowers of worry-free, and there is a saying that daylilies forget worries since ancient China.

Painting leaves are not easy to be dark green, and should be stone green and ink to avoid fire and tackiness.

At the same time, the branches and leaves should be long and short, and the petals should be sparse and dense, like chaotic and chaotic, like Qi but not even, interspersed appropriately, and the posture should be beautiful.

These detailed experiences are valuable experiences that others can't ask for, and few people will be so generous with their teachers except for close teachers.

Gu Weijing walked out of the campus, and the noisy flow of people came.

The main entrance of the campus is located on several famous shopping streets.

There are couples' cafes, electronics stores, luxury clothing stores, high-end internet cafes, and a go-kart club.

International school students have good spending power, and many of the young people who come and go in these places wear Dulwich uniforms.

He turned the corner and was about to hail a taxi home.

At this moment,

Syllable!

Suddenly, there was a crisp sound like a firecracker.

Gu Weijing saw that about ten meters away from him, a middle-aged man in a black T-shirt who was waiting to cross the street fell to the ground softly, and the whole person fell head-on to the ground.

"Gang vendetta?"

The conversation with Mrs. Sakai in the afternoon was like a glass of spirits, and Gu Weijing was a little dazed.

But at the sound of this gunshot, he quickly came to his senses.

Gu Weijing had just witnessed a shooting.

A man died,

It happened right in front of his eyes.

If it is the style of "Infernal Affairs" in an old-fashioned Hong Kong film, the vendetta of the underworld must be accompanied by a long chase, a confrontation on the rooftop, and a tense and exciting background music. If it is a Japanese-style film directed by Akira Kurosawa, then it is estimated that there will be a few close-ups of long shots, and a few more confessions about "man's justice" before the sword.

But in the chaos of Myanmar,

Everything started and ended so quickly.

Cool and dry.

Just a soft gunshot, not too big,

The bullet entered the back of the head at close range between the figures, and the man fell head-on, and the gunman quickly disappeared into the crowd.

Even those who watched the scene were somewhat accustomed to it, and after a brief moment of panic and screaming, realized that the gunman had gone out of danger and disappeared, and quickly regained their composure.

Some of the daring boys even pulled their phones out of their pockets and started taking pictures of the scene.

According to Myanmar's national security report, in the past six months, there have been 2,570 bomb explosions in public places alone, and one shooting is probably a shooting entangled in the underworld, which is really just an after-dinner conversation.

"Mr. Xiao Gu? Are you here too? ”

Gu Weijing saw that someone had already called the police, and he had no intention of going up to watch the excitement, so he was about to walk away from the side.

At this time, someone tapped himself on the shoulder.

"Is that you?"

Gu Weijing turned his head, and his pupils contracted slightly.

He didn't expect to meet an acquaintance here, who turned out to be a bald head who had found him during the Spring Festival.

A few bald-headed younger brothers not far away looked at the direction where the middle-aged man fell to the ground, with the ferocity and wild excitement of seeing blood in their eyes.

The little brother of the VIP VIP Protection Group in Yangon stood guard in front of their family's calligraphy and painting shop for two weeks.

Cao Lao left Burma before leaving.

This is an obvious reluctance to have anything to do with the underworld.

Brother Hao's subordinates never came to the door again.

Gu Weijing originally thought that the matter was over, but he didn't expect to be able to bump into a bald head here again.

Is the other party waiting for him here?

"No, don't get me wrong, I have other things to do today. But I do want to find you, and I plan to visit Mr. Xiao Gu's gallery in a few days. ”

The coffee shop with his bald head to the side made a gesture of please: "I have no malicious intent, it's just that Brother Hao admires you very much, let me convey two words." ”

In the window seat of the coffee shop, the clerk brought two cups of Americano.

"Pick first...... Don't worry, adding psychedelics to drinks is something that Xiao Misan, who sells white powder, does it, Brother Hao is a person who talks about the rules, you can drink it with confidence. ”

The bald head pushes the two cups of coffee to the center of the table.

"People who speak the rules...... Hehe, you did the shooting just now? ”

A sneer appeared at the corner of Gu Weijing's mouth.

Although it was only a month, he no longer needed to be as careful as walking a tightrope like during the Spring Festival, for fear of offending the other party.

Connections are energy.

As long as you open your mouth, whether it is Uncle Sakai or Mr. Cao Xuan, or even Cao Xuan's assistant Lao Yang or Professor Lin Tao.

It is not difficult to arrange for yourself to leave Yangon and go to school elsewhere.

Uncle Sakai had suggested that he transfer to an English international school in Japan this semester and live directly in an empty room at their home.

It's just because the Good Luck Orphanage is in Yangon, and Gu Weijing's schedule has been very tight for half a year.

He didn't have a clue about the works he was exhibiting at the Singapore Art Fair, and it took time to get used to the new environment.

"It's just a chance to give the boys under him a chance to do things for Brother Hao, not everyone is like Mr. Xiao Gu, it is the honor of 99% of the people in this city to be able to do things for Brother Hao."

The bald head doesn't even mean to hide it at all.

In Burma, a tycoon like Brother Hao who crisscrossed black and white was like the Italian godfather of Chicago or Atlantic City before World War I.

high social status,

Even the police gave them three points, even a nest of snakes and rats.

"Mr. Xiao Gu, Brother Hao wants to cooperate with you."

The bald head inserted the plastic straw in, smacked it gently, and stared straight at Gu Weijing.

"I answered this question during the Spring Festival, and it won't change now."

Gu Weijing shook his head: "Sir, let me tell you the truth." There are a lot of people in Myanmar who can paint, so why do you have to hold on to me? ”

Gu Weijing really didn't understand.

His original painting skills were good, and he had some talent, but he could only be called outstanding among young local students.

The bald head is right, not everyone is like Gu Tongxiang, who has such a strict family education.

Ninety-nine percent of the people in this city will regard being able to do things for Brother Hao as an honor and an opportunity to make a fortune.

The twisted melon is not sweet,

Why do you have to look for him?

"Brother Howe has always liked to use young lads. Have passion and dare to do things. More obedient and loyal than those adult painters. And Brother Hao really likes you, with a bottom line and persistence. He thinks you're a man who can do great things. ”

The bald head thought for a while: "Brother Hao was also a painter at the beginning, I think, he saw the shadow of his youth in you." ”

"I'm not proud to be a faker."

Gu Weijing shook his head.

"Oh? Who said I came to ask you to be a faker? ”

The bald man smiled.

"Isn't that what you originally meant?"

Gu Weijing was puzzled.

"That's because we don't know Tarzan with our eyes. This matter, Mr. Gu, you should listen to it as a joke. Not to mention that we have found young counterfeiters who are willing to do things for Brother Hao. As for a young man like you who can be appreciated by Cao Lao, asking Mr. Xiao Gu to do this kind of thing is both offensive and tyrannical. ”

"The Buddha Protector Diagram, right? I heard that it was the color of Mr. Xiao Gu, Brother Hao went to see it with his own eyes, the color is awesome, and he is full of praise for your talent. It is very rare for a young man in Yangon to be praised by Cao Laodu as being better than me. The bald head exclaimed.

Gu Weijing was stunned for a moment.

Knowing Brother Hao's connections in Yangon, it was not surprising that he knew what was going on with the mural restoration project.

Why are you just bald and talking to yourself?

"Mr. Xiao Gu, you have always said that you want to be a painter. Have you ever imagined that one day your work would sell for five million, eight million, or even ten million dollars? ”

The bald head has a sparkle in his eyes.

When he came to Gu's calligraphy and painting shop a month ago, he still had a condescending attitude, but now, he was a little flattering.

"This opportunity is right in front of you. Brother Hao wants to cooperate with you, not you are Brother Hao's subordinate, but equal cooperation, he likes to give young people opportunities, and only needs to take a little percentage of your commission. ”

"You mean...... Money laundering? ”

Gu Weijing finally understood.

The art market has always been a super-hard-hit area for the international money laundering trade.

The reason is very simple, whether it is the law of the sea or the civil law system, large-value financial transactions are required to be strictly registered and filed in the Anti-Money Laundering Law.

However, the Auction Law additionally stipulates that "if the consignor or buyer requests the confidentiality of its identity, the auctioneer shall keep it confidential".

This creates space for the black industry of money laundering.

Before the advent of virtual currency, large-scale art trading was the safest and fastest means of money laundering, if not one.

Even today, Interpol estimates that tens of billions of dollars of money are laundered by the art market each year and dispersed into anonymous accounts around the world.

There is nothing like war and drugs to make money.

In Myanmar,

Warlords and drug dealers are not exactly bad money owners.

They have people in their hands, and they have money, maybe even more money than the Burmese government.

But they are limited by international sanctions and have no means to spend their money.

You can't find a bank to deposit the money from drug trafficking or fraud.

The godfather of Yangon, such as Brother Hao, fills such a "market gap".

Those warlords in the Golden Triangle and northern Myanmar, no matter how powerful their ability to make money is, without Brother Hao, money is really just a bunch of numbers that can only be seen.

This is also the reason why Brother Hao's power is so great.

Even if it is the bald head of his subordinates, he can call those drug dealers "little deflated three who sell white powder".

"Personally, I prefer to call it a win-win cooperation, Mr. Xiao Gu."

The bald man licked his lips.

The method of money laundering in early art was simple and crude,

Just make a fake work of art, hype and hype, and the money will go around.

But Interpol and the financial review agencies are not stupid, basically in the last decade or so, it is not very easy to do so.

Nowadays, the favorite way to launder money is to hype up the painter himself.

Painters try their best to have a certain level of quality, especially young people like Gu Weijing who have been appreciated and endorsed by the master Cao Xuan are the best.

Hyping his fame, millions, tens of millions of funds repeatedly speculated on his market price.

After the market price is speculated, the money is laundered by controlling the painters.

For example,

New York-based young rising concept artist Richard Toff sold for £5.6 million in 2014 for a modest piece.

And that's just the beginning of the turnover of his work.

In the months that followed, his work was frantically inflated, and by March 2015, one of his paintings had been sold for $25 million at auction.

In just a few months, his works have entered the ranks of super-first-class artists. Then, it was rumored that Richard was involved in the money laundering business of Latin American drug lords and was being investigated by international anti-money laundering organizations.

"Mr. Xiao Gu, I understand that you are an upright person, but there is no need to be too rigid, just follow the right path, how much money can you make in your life?"

Putting aside moral judgments,

Many art practitioners in the world are denied such opportunities.

If you want money, you have money, and you want to be famous.

In every transaction of tens of millions of dollars, even if the big head will definitely be taken away by someone like Brother Hao, but if you draw a few points casually, you can be chic in this life.

The bald head also understands Brother Hao's appreciation of Gu Weijing.

can get the appreciation and endorsement of Cao Lao, or a native of Yangon, this is like a gold mine, there are really a lot of articles to do in it, and you can casually fry a national painting genius or something.

"With such talent, it is normal for Mr. Xiao Gu to look down on the millions of kyats before. This is a welcome gift from Brother Hao, if there is any offense before, please bear with me. ”

While talking,

The bald head took a car key from his belt, put it on the table, and pushed it over.

Under the sun,

On the brown leather key, the chrome silver letter B shines brightly, giving off an alluring glow.

The bald head pressed the button on the key twice.

Gu Weijing turned his head, and on the parking space across the road, the lights of a silver streamlined station wagon flashed twice.

He doesn't understand cars,

But it can still be seen that it is a very expensive driving machine.

Among the luxury cars that parents of those international middle schools parked on the side of the road use to pick up and drop off their children, they are also very eye-catching.

Many boys and girls who passed by the car looked at the pearl-silver body with awe and yearning eyes.

"The Bentley Continental GT, not the usual smuggling luxury car in Myanmar, is legal and legal, and it was flown in from the UK last week. I just picked up the car a few days ago, and I thought about sending it to Mr. Xiao Gu in person next week. ”

The bald head stared at Gu Weijing, and the tone of temptation was like that of Faustri's devil who hoped to sign a contract with humans.

Brother Hao has always been generous to talented subordinates,

But a Bentley is also a very rare big deal.

What boys like is nothing more than girls and cars, and as long as there is money in Myanmar, there are girls.

And this kind of ultra-luxury sports car, which symbolizes wealth, is in front of you, and no one can easily refuse.

Brother Hao has always liked the movie "The Godfather", and when filming "The Godfather 2", the big director was dragging to death, and he was reluctant to make a sequel.

Paramount Pictures executives slapped the keys to a luxury Mercedes on the table as a signing fee, and even the big directors immediately succumbed to the money offensive.

The bald head doesn't know if Brother Hao found inspiration in the movie.

But just like that classic line in film history,

This is a reason that cannot be refused.

Looking at his bald head and looking at his hot gaze, Gu Weijing suddenly felt a little funny.

He felt that life was capricious.

In the afternoon, Mrs. Sakai was worried about whether she would be able to sell a painting for $10,000 in the future.

After school in the afternoon,

First, he witnessed a shooting.

Then someone told me that he could help his paintings quickly sell their paintings to sky-high prices, and he also wanted to give himself an ultra-luxury car.

And he himself doesn't even have a driver's license yet.

"I refuse."

Gu Weijing smiled and said softly.

"Art is art, I don't need anyone to help me hype, it doesn't matter if I sell it for a dollar, it doesn't matter if I sell it for a hundred million dollars, it's a shame for a painter to cooperate with a money laundering black market like yours. If I'm obedient, you can give me a luxury car, and if I'm not obedient, you will not hesitate to put a bullet in my head. Gu Weijing's eyes looked out the window.

"Mr. Xiao Gu, I think you are biased against us."

The smile on the bald face retracted, obviously a little angry: "Do you think the person who was just killed is something good?" Bad gambling, owed loan sharks, a bullet, Brother Hao is already very merciful, do you know what other bosses will do in the face of this kind of thing? In Myanmar, a healthy body can ...... on the black market"

"Sir, don't tell me how you do things, you're not interested."

Gu Weijing shook his head in disgust, "I just hope you don't bother me, Brother Hao has a fortune with Brother Hao, and I will be my little painter, is it okay." ”

The bald head stared at Gu Weijing, the expression on his face changed several times, and for a moment, Gu Weijing was ready for the other party to be angry at his ignorance.

Eventually,

The bald man just sighed.

"Again, I don't count. I need to talk to Brother Hao and hear what Brother Hao means. ”

The bald head took out his mobile phone and broadcast a call, "Brother Hao, Mr. Xiao Gu, I don't agree to your proposal...... Yes, he refused. He said that art is art......"

Gu Weijing looked at the bald head and had a brief conversation with the other side of the phone in a very respectful tone, and put down the microphone again.

"I don't understand, but Brother Hao is not angry...... He seems to really appreciate you, and he likes young people with ambitions. ”

He clapped his palms.

A little brother who was waiting outside the coffee shop walked in, and the bald head whispered a few words in Xiao Di's ear.

A few minutes later,

Xiao Di brought a new mobile phone from the shop on the side.

The bald head unpacked the phone in front of Gu Weijing, and after operating for a while, he handed the phone to Gu Weijing.

"Brother Hao let me store my private phone number."

Said the bald head. "If you change your mind, feel free to call him. If you have any other requests, you can do it, Brother Hao is looking forward to handing you over to this child. Seriously, in Myanmar, even senior police inspectors are proud to have access to Brother Hao's phone number. ”

He pushed his phone over.

"With a friend like Brother Hao, you won't regret it."

(End of chapter)