Chairman Brown frowned slightly, he expected that Anna should not show such an expression.

True.

In the most optimistic scenario, he did not expect Miss Elena to be beside him with tears in her eyes, pulling her sleeve and asking for her forgiveness and mercy while Ai Ai sobbed.

Even if you think about such a scene, Sir Brown feels that he is immediately overwhelmed by a great sense of accomplishment and conquest.

But he knew.

It wasn't the Anna he knew.

Anna is strong and resilient for her age.

This was inherited from her aunt.

Man of Steel - This phrase does not refer to Iron Man.

Before Warner chose it as the title of the new Superman movie in 2013, public imagery was often used to describe the bearded, red-necked, top-naked pickaxe-wielding coal miners as the toughest men on the planet.

Some women are weak, but their nerves seem to be made of steel.

When he was growing up, newspapers such as The Times, which tended to be Conservative, used to be very fond of using the term to describe the Iron Lady Thatcher, but when Sir Brown heard the word, he always remembered Anna's aunt.

Although the two sides cannot be called like-minded friends.

But Sir Brown had always admired and respected the woman with whom he had worked for twenty years, who had never seen a tear, and who laughed and teased him for his hat as a little too old-fashioned before his farewell.

As soon as Anna's aunt lived, Sir Brown suppressed his ambition and devoted himself to the magazine "Paintings" under her leadership.

One country and another country and region are using the old-fashioned art media people to expand their media territory.

Even the long wait, and the old-fashioned rigidity and stubbornness of the Paintings magazine, missed out on many of the opportunities that made Sir Brown look like a sigh, and turned him from a handsome middle-aged scholar with a dashing demeanor to an old man with a snow-white beard in the midst of waiting and wearing.

He still faithfully played the role of a reliable right-hand man.

It was his way of choosing to repay her for the kindness he had received.

But all Sir Brown's respect and patience was given to Anna's aunt.

And not Miss Elena's.

No one can take away the magazine that brought together his life's work in his hands just by blood.

Why should he, at the cost of emasculating his own ambitions, continue to assist a little girl who is not older than his granddaughter, like a faithful old servant?

Is it just the identity of the head of the Elena family?

To be reasonable, it's the Glitz of 2023, not the Glitz of 1823.

He has his own ambitions and his own ideals.

Sir Brown has finally reached the point where he will make the magazine, and indeed the art world, act and develop according to his command.

Today is the day he announces his achievements to the world.

One mega-gallery after another and big artists announced on stage that they would join Brown's team, both as well as a public demonstration like a review of the Doomsday Fleet.

Demonstrate to the detective cat, to Anna beside her, to Yayoi Kusama, to Richter, to Cao Xuan...... Demonstrate to every rebel in the world who dares to say "no" to God.

Times are different.

Sir Brown could not have burned at the stake all the people who made him unhappy.

But he was able to burn the artistic lives of most of the artists who made him unhappy at the stake.

The founder of CDX Gallery on stage was the last guest before he and Cao Xuan's speech.

Cao Xuan was sitting not far from him.

He couldn't tell what was going on in the mind of the little old man with his eyebrows lowered and as if he were asleep.

He guessed that the other party must be regretting it.

I regret that the day before yesterday I rejected the olive branch of "Oil Painting" magazine.

Sir Brown didn't know the comments on the internet, otherwise he wouldn't have agreed with the suggestion that he was saving up a European Super League game.

It's too soft.

He will tell the world that he is not pulling out a football circus that is stealing the market with the Champions League.

It's a whole superfleet to conquer the art world.

The combined value of these guests on the stage alone is more than the cost of a Nimitz-class nuclear-powered aircraft carrier, and the flow of funds that can be leveraged by the way is enough to buy the entire Sixth Fleet Command in the Mediterranean.

Anna sarcastically mocked him as a pirate.

So.

He is the first super-pirate with an entire armada, who can fiercely steal the last dollar of the art market, the last trace of media attention.

No matter how important, a long-established art exhibition.

Without the participation of the painters and galleries under the umbrella of Oil Painting magazine, they would have become a grass stage group that no one cared about.

An art editor under his command and a casual op-ed will be enough to determine the final winner of the Golden Lion at the Venice Biennale.

Gagosian Gallery's Hearst doesn't have everything, just a Golden Lion?

Then it will be awarded to him next year, as Gao Guxuan is very acquainted, he did not choose to return and meet him against him.

What is the Venice Biennale?

If only he wanted to.

Tomorrow he will even be able to hold a "Biennale of Oil Painting" that is more authoritative and more star-studded than the Venice Biennale.

How could Cao Xuan not feel bitter remorse for having no eyes and refusing to board this fleet?

He refused the opportunity to board Noah's Ark, and the only fate was to be drowned by the flood.

Never mind.

Considering the huge amount of cash in the art market in Eastern Xia, Sir Brown decided to give the little old man another chance.

When the annual meeting is over, if he is willing to come to the door in person to ask for forgiveness.

He was still willing to welcome it with a generous expression.

The original condition must not be to think about it.

Sir Brown has not yet figured out whether to be able to set a record signing fee of $200 million and still be pressed within $100 million as a punishment and spur.

What Sir Brown didn't even understand was why Anna could still laugh.

He never underestimated this little girl.

She is in many ways like a slightly youthful copy of her aunt, except for her beauty.

Her aunt was a middle-aged woman who was still plump, very pretty, but far from enough to match Miss Elena.

That's why he must suspend her before the other party fully matures, and then sweep her out of the board of directors under the pretext of "detective cat".

Don't give her the slightest chance to control this magazine.

He believed that with Anna's upbringing and family education, he could still maintain his appearance in such a situation, and it was not difficult to force a smile.

But Sir Brown considered himself an elder who watched Anna grow up.

The other party is really smiling and smiling.

Outsiders can't see it.

But he could tell the rough idea at a glance.

He may never be able to accurately describe the difference between these two smiles on Anna's face, it was more of a feeling.

Sometimes, you think that the smile on this girl's face is amazing, and the beauty is intoxicating.

The rest of the time, you'll feel her smile ......

It's perfect.

It is refreshing, and the air around it seems to be painted with Phnom Penh.

It is a kind of happiness and happiness from the bottom of my heart, like a butterfly flying high in the sky, and a bird flying lightly across the water.

From the time he entered the room to meet Miss Elena to-day, Sir Brown had sensed it in the other party.

But how can people be happy because the foundation of the family has collapsed in front of them?

is as scheming as he is, and he can only express his incomprehension of this.

"Anna, I heard that friends in the media are raising love. Call me the Pope of Art? ”

At the end of the CDX gallery master's speech, he handed the microphone to the host.

At this time, Chairman Brown suddenly opened his mouth and said in a very low voice.

"I'm a little unsure if being called a pope is a compliment to an artist who is supposed to be virtuous in his character of tolerance and openness, sir?"

Anna asked with a smile as she clapped her hands softly.

"The contracted artists of my Muse Project include avant-garde, experimental art, classicism and other diverse arts, and I am still trying to get in touch with great painters of traditional Asian painting styles like Cao Xuan, and I really feel that I am actually quite tolerant."

Brown didn't get angry with the little girl, and laughed at Anna's teasing.

"But you know, I've always loved it in my heart, really." The nickname 'The Pope' is more imposing than Marlon Brando's 'Godfather'. I have read some literature about papal succession before, and in which hall is the election of a new pope taking place after the death of a new pope? ”

"The election meeting of the 120 cardinals of the College of Cardinals will enter the election hall of the Sistine Chapel in the Vatican. Doors are sealed, and only one phone is left in the church for emergency contact, and the rest of the phones are cut off. Food, medicine, etc., are brought in through two turntables set up on the "bronze door". It will not be until the birth of a new pope that the Chamber of Secrets will be resealed. Anna recited the rules of the election.

"Yes, yes, your ancestors were born cardinals, Anna, you must be more familiar than me."

Sir Brown smiled.

I don't remember the specifics, but I remember that a cardinal in history said this sentence hundreds of years ago. Before we walked through that bronze door, we were just John, Alessandro, Leonardo, and Francesco, all gray-haired, mortal, and wrinkled. ”

But when we step out of this door, one of us has become the agent of God's authority under the name of Benedict V, John XIII, Innocent III, or Boniphar VIII, who bears the name of a saint. The most authoritative king in the entire Christian world. (Note)"

(Note: Usually a new pope will abandon his real name and change the Latin name of a saint to his own.) ）

"When I read this, I thought it was so cool. Before I walked through that door, I was just a cheesy guy. The moment I walked out from behind that bronze door, I had become a substitute for God's will. What a powerful declaration. ”

"Don't you think it's like this?"

"Are you saying it's your coronation, Sir?" Anna interface.

"yes. It may sound a bit arrogant, but isn't that true? Sir Brown watched the CDX gallerist step down from the podium and said with a smile: "These princes of art who have announced their participation in the Muse Project are the cardinals who are voting for me. Before I stepped onto the podium, I was just Levinson Brown, an ordinary Dane. When I finish my speech and walk off the stage, I will be the most powerful person in the entire art world. A veritable pope of art. And in the process—"

"I'm going to destroy you completely. Miss Anna Yelena. ”

Sir Brown's smile was still kind, and he spread his hand slightly, "I'm sorry, really sorry, Anna, I gave you the opportunity to choose, it's not a personal vendetta." ”

"I doubt it. I wish you success, sir. ”

Anna said lightly.

"I know what you're thinking, Anna, I know you better than you think." Sir Brown's tone was slightly irritated, "Do you think that people will not like monopolies, and that one day the people, gallerists, or whatever, will stand up and overthrow the rule of Oil Painting, just like the struggle between the academic school and the folk grassroots painters from generation to generation." ”

"The tide of resistance will not be extinguished, they may succeed or they may fail, but one day, they will succeed. Sorry, this doesn't sound like good news to you, right?"

Anna bowed slightly, approving with Sir Brown's wisdom.

"Yes, any dynasty will end in collapse, and this is not good news for such a pioneer. But I don't care. Your cousin Ole told me that Cao Xuan's assistant said that Cao Xuan was in his 90s, so he would only care about what was really important to him. Very enlightening point of view. ”

Brown smiled, "I'm also 70 years old, so I only care about what is really important to me. Anna, the biggest difference between me and you is precisely the difference in the way I look at business from you. For you, Oil Painting Magazine is a family shop that is tied to the name Elena and passed on to future generations. For me, it's just a traditional leading media that is about to climb to the top of its market capitalization, and I'm its CEO. ”

"I don't care how long it's been around, I just care how high its high point is. That would be the pinnacle of my life's work. ”

"As for whether such a high point was forcibly pushed up by a centenarian with stimulants and a booster shot...... To be honest, I don't care, and our investors probably don't care too much. ”

"Do Kodak or Nokia want to attribute today's loneliness to the professional managers who led them to become the world's number one professional manager decades ago? Of course not, they are still a classic case study at Harvard Business School, and they are talked about as business giants. ”

"The Painting will collapse one day, but that's not today."

Sir Brown sighed.

"Maybe 10 years from now, maybe 20 years from now."

"The name of Oil Painting shines as brightly today as it did a hundred years ago, but a hundred years from now, I know that maybe no one will remember it anymore, and if losing fairness is the price to pay for getting to the top, I'm happy to pay for it. I'm not going to repent of that, there are too many old magazines that have died out in history. The Elena family should be content too. ”

"How much money do you think we can make before the Oil Painting magazine is abandoned by the times and falls? 50 billion? I think 100 billion is a very likely number. It's exciting. In your hands, in another thousand years, the magazine will not be able to earn such a return. ”

Sir Brown stood up.

After tidying up his clothes, he walked towards the top of the rostrum.

The figures of the two people are intertwined.

He whispered sarcastically to Miss Elena, "Anna, I won't call this a chicken killing, I'll call it a brilliant burn, are you ready to watch a fireworks show?" ”

There were a few seconds.

Sir Brown was ready for Anna to slap him in a rage.

He believed that if her aunt was here, she might have done so.

Doesn't matter.

Anger is a manifestation of the helplessness of reality.

An outrageous heiress under the camera is a good opening statement for the content of his next speech.

Pity.

Maybe Anna didn't have such courage, or maybe the other party's city was deeper than he imagined.

Elena just stared at him quietly.

Without a light smile or an angry face, he just looked at him so quietly, and replied softly, "I'll see, Sir." ”

Suddenly.

Sir Brown felt that he might not know the girl in front of him as well as he thought.

This made his heart suddenly buried in a haze before the speech began.

——

Three-and-a-half-hour presentations at the annual meeting.

Ngawang had already fallen asleep, and with the rhythm of Gu Weijing's fingers back and forth on the side of her beard, she regularly emitted a very rhythmic "grunt" and "grunt" loud little snoring.

It looks like a strangely shaped avant-garde playing instrument.

Gu Weijing finally straightened his body slightly, straightened his waist, and stared at the screen curiously, the real main dish finally began to play.

All the viewers who watched the live broadcast.

All I was waiting for was this moment.

"Hello, Art."

Sir Brown stood in front of the podium, looked at the media cameras around him and the artists in the audience, and said with the microphone.

This sentence sounds a little strange and a bit of a language problem.

Gu Weijing still understood what the other party wanted to express.

Sir Brown was not speaking to anyone present, but to the art world as a whole, talking to the muse of the goddess of art.

Considering the extremely high gold content of this annual meeting.

Speaking to these great painters in the exhibition is almost equivalent to speaking to the abstract concept of "art".

This opening remark is quite a bit of the style of "Hello America" that I love most before Wang Media's TV speech.

The audience responded with applause that was warm enough to renovate the roof of the art center.

Whether it's true or not.

At this time, almost most of the guests congratulated and complimented the king of the art world in an almost flattering manner.

Although Sir Brown only said one word.

But the loud applause lasted for almost 30 seconds, and it was exactly like an idol meeting.

"There was an interesting little story in the Victorian newspapers about an agent who was afraid of the new age and wanted to declare war on the concept of 'science,' so he decided to plot to blow up the entire Greenwich Observatory. Today, if there are terrorists who want to erase the concept of 'contemporary art'. He didn't need to blow up the museum, he just needed to plant a bomb in our venue. ”

Sir Brown read the speech.

"Don't worry, it's a joke, not a declaration of attack, so please laugh at it."

The room erupted in laughter.

(End of chapter)