In the hazy sunlight of the sunrise in Yangon, Mr. Wattle was writing between the stationery on his desk.

The other side of the morning and dusk line.

Deep night in the old Austrian town.

The other gray envelope, which was neatly sealed with glue and said "Xiao Ningqi" written on it, was also pushed onto the coffee table.

Lao Yang looked unnaturally at the lush mountains and forests in the distance and the skyline of the city.

The European Art Annual Conference continues.

Mr. Cao Xuan will also attend an academic symposium gathered by several masters next week, and cut the ribbon for the opening of new museums or special exhibitions in several art museums.

They stayed in Austria.

But instead of staying at the Glitz hotel, Klimt's niece invited him to stay in Klimt's old residence in Salzburg.

When the clouds thick over Europe and the smell of gunpowder in the Balkans fade away as the old empire falls apart.

The role of the land in the political arena is increasingly taking a back seat.

Lose in hake, but gain in herring.

All that remains is the overflowing colors of the painters, the notes fluttering in the palms of the musicians, and the whirling skirts of the girls as they waltz as an international calling card of Austria.

It is indeed a comfortable place to retire.

The clear night breeze blew in front of Lao Yang, blowing the last two strands of hair on the forehead hairline that held the last dignity of the middle-aged man slightly.

It is said that this is not only the place where Klimt spent the last phase of his life before dying of the Spanish flu.

Building 9, on a distant street corner, was once owned by a well-known local musician named Leopold in the 18th century.

Leopold was a well-known music theorist.

Of course.

The world is more praised than Leopold for writing music theory here, and it is probably that his son was born in that building.

Sounds like a very ordinary thing.

However, his son's name is a bit unusual - Wolfgang Mozart.

With the wind.

The lingering piano sound wafted through the night.

The player piano on the distant lawn runs unplayed.

It seems to be the echo of the pious souls of the art students who have walked through this neighborhood for generations and made a pilgrimage to the holy place, and it is like the invisible ghosts of the masters of the art who fluctuate the piano keys.

With so many well-known artists and celebrities, a small neighborhood is served.

This blessing must not be small.

Lian Lao Yang's ideal in life is to lie on the white sand beach and apply sunscreen to the blonde Yanma lady, and when he is tired, he lies flat and asks the blonde Yanma sister to apply sunscreen to him.

Sitting on a chair and holding coffee, his eyebrows and eyes look more melancholy artistic.

It seems that he is beginning to enjoy classical music.

However, Lao Yang himself knows that

His knowledge of Mozart was limited to the extent of "twinkle and twinkle".

Until now, he hadn't understood what kind of nagging was being played on the piano in his ear.

He was only suddenly envious of the flowing notes.

I can't hate that I can transform into a melody from a distant piano, so ...... It can disappear into the deep night without weight or inconspicuousness.

Lao Yang is really melancholy.

Why......

"Yang Dekang, don't pretend to be a sculpture here. I don't bother with you, but there's no place for you to talk here. ”

A cold voice came from the other side.

"Get up, are you going to be the door god in front of me for the night?" Downing's eyebrows and eyes were frosty.

After the opening ceremony of the annual art meeting.

Tang Ning was going crazy with anger.

She felt betrayed by her teacher, and was stabbed into her heart by Cao Xuan on stage.

That night, for the first time in her life, she had a big fight with her teacher.

From the perspective of being smart and self-interested, Tang Ning intellectually understood that he should never lose his temper with Cao Xuan.

Where in the world is there a reason why the prince dares to shout with the emperor Lao Tzu?

Senior Brother Liu Ziming is so chic and cynical, in front of his ship king father, he still lowered his eyebrows and was obedient.

To be a rich son, you must also have the basic cultivation of a rich son.

It's important to know where your power comes from.

But Tang Ning still felt so resentful, and couldn't help but lose his temper.

Because in her heart, she and Cao Lao have never been a simple naked power inheritance relationship.

That's not true.

Cao Xuan, for Tang Ning...... That's a father-like character!

Among the senior brothers and sisters, she was the latest to get started.

Tang Ning thinks that she has the closest relationship with Old Man Cao, and she is also the person who understands Old Cao in the world.

She told Lao Yang that she is constantly moving towards success, and the transaction price is rising, not only for herself, but also for the entire younger brothers and sisters who paint Chinese painting to break the invisible ceiling at the top of the industry.

Although these words are beautiful scenes, there is no sincerity in them.

Downing has never hidden her desire for money and success.

There are not many people in this industry who treat money like dung, and there are more people who treat money like dung in hypocrites.

It's still hidden in front of the teacher.

Boring.

A gentleman loves money and takes it in a good way.

Once a great painter breaks a certain record, collectors have seen that number.

The painter himself can be treated coldly, and can fall from the high platform to the trough, but this number of transactions will forever be engraved on the milestones of art history.

The potential and energy of this method has been proven.

It will be much easier for the second and third latecomers to follow on the foundation of their predecessors and stand in the same position in the art market again.

Secessionism, Impressionism, Symbolism, Pop Art, including today's digital artworks, and more.

From ancient times to the present, any painting method has become a prominent study in the field of art.

What is most needed is the emergence of one or a group of brave "wall-breakers".

If you are bright enough, you will be able to light the way ahead for all your fellow travelers and all the younger generations.

Nowadays, who in European universities say that Asians have bad brains and are born with bad mathematics.

This is no longer a matter of racial discrimination.

Everyone swept the eastern faces of the math department and thought that you really couldn't do it, you were crazy, and you should be sent to a mental hospital.

But go back one or two hundred years.

When the Yellow Peril theory prevailed, it was a social theory that was called "science".

The Yale alumni brother-in-law of the protagonist of "The Great Gatsby" is a typical image of the race alumnus who is obsessed with reading the theory of racial superiority in the newspapers every day, and talks about proving that Europeans have the largest brain capacity and are the most intelligent and suitable race for world domination.

He is also a true portrayal of the society of the time.

This kind of social atmosphere is that the ancestors of the early foreign students have slapped the faces of those local students who claim to be superior to each other with the determination of hanging beams and stabbing the strands with the first-place examination results one after another.

Fan it off hard.

This is true of mathematics.

The same goes for art.

Even for Cao Lao, it may not matter how much more he sells or how much he sells less.

But it proves that the works of living Chinese painters can also stand on the scale of tens of millions of dollars like the top oil painters.

And stand firm on the world stage.

This is important.

Tang Ning knew the teacher's wishes, and she was willing to take over this responsibility.

Moreover, she hopes to become the first female painter ever to reach the top three of the rich artist list, and the first top great painter and top gallerist.

Since she was a child, she was making money.

In the big picture, she's the torch.

This money is not inferior to the significance of those British Hercules that Huo Yuanjia defeated in the ring.

The merit earned by this money is immeasurable.

Tang Ning had never concealed her ambition for success and material wealth in front of Cao Xuan, and she never thought for a moment that Cao Lao would be dissatisfied with her because of this.

But......

Just when she thought she was about to usher in the brightest and most gorgeous turn of her career, she was ripped off by her father-like figure.

Is there anything worse in the world than a daughter who has been betrayed by her father?

Downing felt just too bad.

Therefore, she also lost her temper with her father, just like an angry daughter.

Tang Ning didn't know what kind of ecstasy Cao Lao was poured by whom.

At this moment, the teacher in her heart is like those stubborn Dongxia fools and foolish old men who are addicted to health care products and are deceived by others, but they are still alienated from their children and turn a deaf ear to her correct advice.

It's completely incomprehensible.

It's just that what makes Cao Lao obsessed is not the elixir that can cure all diseases and live forever that the health care product company fooled, but a so-called "painting genius".

When a person expects something too much, he is blinded to believe only what he wants to believe.

The sick elderly are too hopeful for health, so they will be deceived by clumsy tricks and go bankrupt.

Cao Xuan was too old to push the whole oriental art forward, so he occasionally saw the sparkle of a child's painting, and mistakenly thought that the reflective glass piece was as rare as a night pearl.

People are old, but it's actually quite pitiful.

It's human nature.

It has nothing to do with identity.

Tang Ning didn't hate Cao Lao, but she hated the culprit of all this, the young man who deceived Cao Lao's feelings and was called Gu Weijing.

Appearing in a position he simply doesn't deserve, getting attention that doesn't belong to him.

That's his big mistake.

What made her even more angry was that Cao Lao donated all her paintings for several years with one sentence. She will return to London tomorrow, and hurry up to rearrange the art exhibition, the works that should be removed from the exhibition will be dismantled, and the scale of the art exhibition will be re-planned and approved, so as to stop the loss in a hurry.

She came over tonight, ready to persuade the old man to be clear-headed, no matter what.

Who knew that he was blocked back by Lao Yang like a door god.

Cao Lao didn't seem to want to see her at all this time, so he didn't even bother to answer the phone, and only wrote a letter for Lao Yang to hand it to her.

How could Downing just leave?

"Teacher Tang, Old Man Cao is resting. Otherwise, you can make an appointment with the old gentleman. ”

Lao Yang was sandwiched in the middle.

I wanted to die, but I didn't dare to show it on my face, and said with a smile.

"The lights are still on in the house, and even if the teacher is asleep, he should get up today. If I don't see my teacher, I won't leave today. ”

Downing didn't eat this set at all.

"We are talking about not only our teacher's business, but also the future of Dongxia art, which is related to the teacher's lifelong dream. Tang Ning snapped.

"It's too serious, it's too serious, how can there be such a thing."

Lao Yang continued to wipe his sweat and pretend to be a statue there. "The old man is just sleeping, otherwise what do you want to say, leave it to me, and wait for tomorrow morning, I will go and give Cao Lao a word."

"The teacher won't see me today, so tomorrow I will invite my brothers and sisters over. Can the old man still be gone? ”

Forcing the palace!

Downing was almost making it clear that he was completely incompatible.

In Gu Weijing's matter, Tang Ning may be the party whose interests are most damaged, and Lao Yang doesn't know what the others think in their hearts.

Lin Tao seems to like Gu Weijing a lot.

Could it be that Lin Tao knows that there is no hope of succession, and wants to find another way, which is quite interesting.

The remaining two did not say anything.

Lao Yang himself substituted it, and felt that even if they were not closed disciples, but, hehe, that first-class master who had achieved fame and fame would suddenly be willing to have an extra hairy boy and a generation with them.

What about the spotlight that divides the profit on yourself?

None of these people are fuel-efficient lamps, if they unite to reach an agreement on Gu Weijing's matter, even if Old Man Cao likes that kid again, I'm afraid it will be difficult to do.

"No, not ......," Lao Yang laughed dryly.

"Of course, as for 'he represents the future of our industry', I have the impression that even for a few of us, even when I won an award at the Magic Capital Biennale, the teacher never said such a heavy word, heh, this is really outrageous."

Tang Ning scoffed.

There was no smile in her eyes, they were full of seriousness.

"The old man should understand that if he says such things in his capacity, he will be misread by reporters if he is not careful. An eighteen-year-old child who represents the future of the industry? If my teacher had calmed down a bit, he would have known what a terrible decision he had made. ”

"When we were in trouble, we juniors didn't help the old man clean things up, did we really wait for Cao Lao to really pat his head that day, and accept a little liar who was old enough to be his great-grandson to get started and make such a big joke, and then come out to wipe his buttocks!"

Lao Yang didn't even dare to laugh dryly.

But he really didn't dare to get out of the way.

It seems that he is really ready to pestle here, to be the door god for a night.

Lao Yang only hopes that Cao Lao came to Salzburg to hide from Qingjing, and the reporter should not have paid attention to this, tonight, there should be no paparazzi on the street who candid pictures.

Otherwise, it's really a lot of fun.

"If I had realized that the teacher was so confused, even if it was a swim, I would have swam to Yangon and ask the teacher not to make this ridiculous bet."

Tang Ning stared at the room behind Lao Yang and said coldly.

"Teacher, this is a long way away, and he is doing the opposite."

"Well said! Dare to say whatever you want, this is Xiao Ning who grew up in front of my eyes since childhood. ”

A hoarse but still neutral voice rang out from behind the door.

(End of chapter)