"I can't do it, I can't be grateful. A copy of the speech has been submitted to the organizing committee, and Mr. Cao did not use the version I wrote, which he has edited and revised by himself in the past few days...... So I don't know exactly what the old man is going to speak, and I can't help too much......"

Lao Yang looked at the piece of paper stretched out by Tang Ning, hesitated, didn't dare to take it, but explained in a low voice.

"Old Yang, you are dishonest."

Downing gestured to the assistant with his coated fingers.

For the first time since entering the venue, she stared at Lao Yang with a straight face, her eyes were playful, and her tone was flat but imposing.

Don't leave any room for the other person to escape like a loach.

Lao Yang's tone stopped abruptly, his eyes turned and turned, but he sweated in his hands.

He really wasn't telling the truth.

The manuscript of Cao Lao's speech at the annual meeting was not discussed with anyone, but what the specific content was, Lao Yang knew a rough idea in his heart.

After all.

The copy of the speech submitted to the organizing committee was sent by Lao Yang.

Judging from the content he secretly glanced at - there was nothing about Gu Weijing on it, nor anything about Tang Ning.

However, the transcript is a transcript.

A speech is a speech.

The artist's personality is free and unrestrained.

In this kind of seminar-like annual meeting, no matter how old-fashioned the organizing committee is, it will not interfere too much with the content of their speeches, and there is a great room for on-the-spot play.

The copy of the speech that was handed in was just an outline, and the speech was divided into several parts, how many words each part was, and how long it took up.

The purpose of filing is mainly that the organizing committee is worried about the rise of who will speak, and it will go out for more than half an hour to give a lecture, squeezing out the time of others to speak.

To be honest, a guest of the magnitude of Cao Xuan or Larry Gagosian, even if you really speak on stage for more than half an hour, it is not a big deal.

Regardless of whether you are impatient or impatient, you must still pretend to be attentive and endure it with a smile on your face.

It's like a high school sports meeting where the leader of the Education Bureau who has a long speech on the stage speaks.

You have worked hard to invite people over, and they are willing to chatter, what can you do?

Content restrictions are even more dispensable.

Basically, don't blatantly talk about superior nations and inferior nations on stage, raise your arms and shout "HI, Hitler!" These touch the bottom line of tolerance of social norms and ethics, and will drag all the guests to play too outrageous and bad content together.

The organizing committee is reluctant to make a fuss, and at the risk of being sprayed by the media as "not tolerant enough", it doesn't care what these strange and wonderful artists have to say.

Downing was right about one thing.

No matter what you think, these formal and solemn international occasions are now very good.

Even if anyone tells an inappropriate vulgar and pornographic joke, social death is their own business.

And.

Who gave the right to let the organizing committee of Glitz define what is considered a vulgar and pornographic joke?

There were very few exhibitors present, both men and women, who had never painted nude models of the opposite sex. Two or three hundred years earlier, in the eyes of the Roman Church, all this was considered vulgar.

In this regard, the organizing committee has been sprayed by the media over the years.

Anyway, the public has a high degree of tolerance for the bottom line of the art circle, and they don't bother to care about these prickly painters at all, so let their own agents and assistant teams have a headache together.

The outline is not important.

What you want to talk about and what you don't want to talk about depends on the mind of the old man in the first row who is closing his eyes and recuperating.

Until the second before Cao Lao came to power, he could change it.

Why Cao Xuan suddenly showed such an attitude, Lao Yang could guess a thing or two in his heart.

There are rewards and punishments.

Gu Weijing was able to hand over the "very inhumane" almost impossible work, and the old man was happy in his heart and wanted to give encouragement.

Ms. Tang Ning in the "Oil Painting" interview "very human" makes a small temperament.

Master Cao Xuan naturally wanted to knock and knock her.

But how can Lao Yang say this?

The so-called inseparable.

No matter how dissatisfied Cao Xuan was with his female apprentice in his heart, he was not qualified to be an assistant.

It is not easy to lift the sedan chair, and it is a matter of dismantling the sedan chair with one finger.

Really offended these people ruthlessly, a hundred years after Cao Lao, no matter which disciple inherited the mantle of the old mantle.

wants to ruin the simple dream of Lao Yang's bank, a small yacht floating on the Mediterranean, and a young lady with a big Yanma lying on the beach in Spain, so that he can't get along in the high-end art circle.

Not much.

A matter of one word.

You don't even have to wait until a hundred years after Cao Lao.

Right now.

Just Tang Ning, as Cao Lao's disciple, said a comment of "you are dishonest", which is a very serious accusation and a stain that spreads to the outside.

A personal assistant who is contrary to the law is not tolerated.

Lao Yang couldn't laugh at all.

It is obviously an art center with constant temperature and humidity and a pleasant temperature, but after all, sweat is oozing from the forehead of the middle-aged man, his face is pale, and he does not dare to come out of the atmosphere.

"Do you know why I say that?"

Tang Ning suddenly smiled.

"Lao Yang, I am talking with CDX Gallery about setting up the first [Downing &CDX] Thames Gallery sub-gallery in London. Initial contacts of interest have been announced, and the first investment of 11 million pounds is expected to start in March next year. As a result, I need an experienced senior who handles business to bring it, and you are full of promises, but there is no response, so it's not good to play tricks on me. ”

"Or are you Yang peeling, saying good in your mouth, but there is duplicitous slander in your chest, thinking that I, Tang Ning, am just there to draw you a big cake with white teeth and eat it, and I won't have any trust at all?"

"Yang Dekang, don't lie, that's what you think about that little bit of caution in your heart."

Tang Ning withdrew his hand, elegantly put his two calves together, raised his eyelids, and said slowly.

Lift it high.

Gently put it down.

His real name is a bit rustic, and Lao Yang, who is called Yang Dekang, was originally prepared that Tang Ning would make a big fuss about this matter, and he would face the next storm.

In a trance, I couldn't believe my ears.

He stayed there stunned.

seems to have lost his soul by the three words "Yang Dekang" from Tang Ning.

A few seconds later.

Lao Yang, who finally realized what was happening, first breathed a sigh of relief, and the next moment, he was overjoyed.

Lao Yang knew that Tang Ning had always wanted to get rid of the identity of a "super worker", jump out of the shackles, and open a gallery that belonged to her.

When Gu Tongxiang and Gu Weijing's grandchildren were still ecstatic because they could sign the contract with Mars Gallery, Tang Ning had already begun to be qualified to plan and become the master of the primary market of calligraphy and painting.

Downing has also expressed on several occasions that he wants to pull him to help out as a staff officer and be a partner in a gallery.

Lao Yang promised to return.

In my heart, it was indeed the same as what Tang Ning said, and I felt that I was just painting him a shadowless pie.

There are more experienced agents and assistants in the world, and Lao Yang never thinks that people have to invite him.

"Sit. Look at the sweat on your head, I'm so terrible to scare you like this. ”

Tang Ning patted the empty chair next to him and said casually.

"How can I be? People are middle-aged, and their bodies are weak. I've been thinking about it for a long time, when will I go back to the capital to hang up a Chinese doctor, put two plasters, and put a sticker on my waist. ”

Lao Yang wiped the sweat from the corners of his forehead with his sleeve, sat down beside Tang Ning carefully, and smiled at the corners of his mouth.

As soon as the tension passed, the agility in him came out again.

Don't.

He really had a chance to get a co-founder of a gallery.

I don't know if Cao Lao will agree......

His mind was chaotic and his mind was in turmoil.

"Lao Yang, I'm very angry with you. But I also know that you are wronged in your heart, this is what the old man meant, and I can't blame you anyway. ”

"Make me a stumbling block, you Yang Peel is such a clever person, you have to have this guts?"

Tang Ning didn't apologize to Lao Yang there.

The tone sounded as domineering and superior as before, but on the contrary, it seemed real.

Just the sentence "I know you are wronged" came into his ears, and somehow, some of the resentment accumulated in Lao Yang's heart melted most of it in a single sentence.

"Then do you know why I'm still angry with you?"

Tang Ning said flatly: "Because you didn't do your job as an assistant, what is the job of a personal assistant?" Be the right and left hand of Old Man Cao, think about what he thinks, think about what he thinks. In history, after Wan Yan Min, the Taizu of the Jin Dynasty, under the persuasion of the minister, killed his son in anger, he once said with remorse, 'Persuade the father to kill the son, and the heavens and the earth will be destroyed'. ”

"I grew up with the old man, and I believe that the teacher suddenly had some opinions about me even if he didn't know why. But the old child, the old child, is just a momentary misunderstanding. At the end of the day, the old man still loves me, right? ”

"The one who persuaded the elders to beat the child is the most stupid. Even if you are purely just picking the board, the person who was beaten complains about you, the beating is heavy, and the parents are distressed, in the end, you still have to blame the person who complains about the board for not being sensible. ”

Lao Yang nodded.

That's the truth.

Relatives are distant and near there are rod scales.

One day as a teacher and a father for life, after so many years of companionship, Master Cao Xuan and Tang Ning have long been in a relationship of master and father.

Even now, the old man pretended to be asleep to avoid the angry behavior of the child who Tang Ning didn't see.

Isn't it a unique preference?

Lao Yang made a mistake, will Cao Lao put on a face for him like this?

Don't be funny.

How could he have such an opportunity, he would have been sent away to pack up his bed, and he would have rolled as far as he could.

No matter how good Gu Weijing's painting is, if he has just a few contacts, his relationship with Cao Lao will be closer than Tang Ning's, and Lao Yang will definitely not believe it.

It is normal to take Gu Weijing and knock Tang Ning, saying that the little child in Yangon in his heart has become more important than Tang Ning, it is purely self-inflicted.

In the heart of the old gentleman.

Perhaps Tang Ning is still the most promising disciple who is most likely to inherit everything from Cao Lao.

"Therefore to be a wicked man must have a brain. You came here to be a poor villain, I don't blame you, but Lao Yang, you have to understand the importance in your heart. The matter between me and Cao Lao is a family matter, and even if I make a mistake, it is a small mistake behind closed doors. It's the big deal at today's annual meeting. No matter how small things are, in big things, the old man must still like me in his heart and want to help me. ”

"The old man didn't say it himself, and he wouldn't give me a boost in his speech. Your old Yang is here to make a stumbling block, how old are you? When the old man regrets it, do you think he won't blame you? Yang Papi, how can you be such a smart person, how can you be so confused. ”

"Take it, I'm afraid that the old man doesn't know what I need most, so I'll give these contents to Cao Lao. Persuade him to add it, this is a smart man. If the old man falls asleep, you can clip it to the speaker of the speech yourself. I miss you well, and the old man will think you are sensible. ”

Tang Ning raised the paper in his hand.

Lao Yang stared at the piece of paper, his expression tangled and struggling.

"Don't worry, it's none of your business. Is there anything that Mr. Cao will look for me, besides, you are just a messenger, whether you say it or not, how should you say it, when the time comes, doesn't it still depend on the old man's own mood? You just have to do your part. Tang Ning said with a calm expression.

It's like the last straw that breaks the camel's back.

Lao Yang wiped the corners of his forehead with his sleeve vigorously, nodded, and took the card: "Understood, Mr. Tang, I'll do my best." ”

——

When Gu Weijing came back from the kitchen with a cup of soaked fruit treasures, he found that there was one less chicken wing on his plate, one less pot sticker, one less layer of milk lid, and a bite of zongzi.

He took a hard breath and looked down.

Sure enough, I saw it.

A fat orange tail that waged on a chair.

In the morning, when he got up in the morning and went outside to have fun, Ngawang had already driven back to the palace.

It depends.

Xiao Guzi, the eunuch who had just finished inspecting the imperial dining room, presented a meal that had been tested for poison in person, and was leisurely enjoying his brunch there.

Judging by the small bone residue on the side of Ngawang's mouth.

The fried chicken wings that he carefully soaked in the morning and watched the live broadcast for a while have become poop in Ngawang's stomach.

It was now holding its neck high, preparing a trick to transform the second piece of matter into a warp.

"Alas......"

GU WEIJING PUT GUO ZHEN NEXT TO THE IPAD ON THE TABLE NEXT TO HIM AND SIGHED. "I won't say that you obviously have your own canned food and don't eat it, why did you steal the chicken wings and potstickers that I managed to do well, who made me not take care of the food?"

He patted his forehead speechlessly.

"But you have to even take a bite of Lao Tzu's zongzi, you want to make a fuss. Ngawang, remember that we are carnivores, no, we don't like to eat grains. ”

The round and shiny cat turned her head and glanced at Gu Weijing, licking her hair leisurely, looking at the shovel officer, and turning her head away in disgust, the little eyes were clearly saying-

I know that I don't like to eat and serve it, I am not satisfied, and the service attitude is bad.

Gu Weijing could only continue to sigh.

Retaliated and drank the remaining small milk cover in one gulp, grabbed the bean paste dumplings in his hand and took a big bite, and brought a chair from the side with his left hand to sit next to him.

Pressed the official live broadcast room of "Directly Hit the Scene - 2023 European Art Annual Conference" on TIktok.

Next to the comment section.

has been like flowing water, and has begun to be commented on by netizens from all over the world.

"Wow, here, here."

"Here we go."

"The one in the front row is the legendary Hunter Bull, why don't you give a close-up live camera or anything, the photographer has nothing to eat at noon."

"Rumei's students came to report."

“+1”

"Elvis still looks so stylish, it's so cool. I took the male god away, and I want to give him a baby. ”

"Wow, this young lady is so beautiful. The photographer added chicken legs at noon, and I was going to give her a baby too. ”

“LOL。”

Gu Weijing glanced at the logo above, and now it has just begun the speech time, and there are already 22,000 viewers watching it at the same time in this live broadcast room.

(End of chapter)