"finished."
Gu Weijing looked at the display on the virtual panel and became excited.
System data is just an auxiliary scoring tool.
Gu Weijing has already made a general judgment on the quality of a specific painting during the creation process.
The painting process is so smooth, and the completeness of the whole painting cannot be lowered.
If this kind of painting is used to participate in the graduation exhibition of an ordinary art academy, it can be properly arranged to debut in the C position.
Even if I take this painting in front of me to participate in the Biennale now.
If you haven't encountered a particularly picky judge, you won't think there is anything wrong with this fusion painting style.
Even at a lower level.
He can't even see the problem.
It’s just that the system belongs to the kind of particularly strict and critical judges.
When Gu Weijing just looked at it, he thought that the dividing lines between different techniques had completely disappeared.
Found on closer inspection.
There is still a little shadow left on the virtual panel.
Among them, the dividing line between [Drawing Technique] and [Oil Painting Technique] is only a faint mark, similar to a small mark scratched by a fingernail on the plastic shell.
It seems like if I just apply it lightly, it will disappear.
The imprints between [Oil Painting Technique] and [Chinese Painting Technique] are correspondingly deeper, and it just feels like sewing threads of the same color have been sewn on the piece of cloth.
"Recently, I should focus more on the practice of Chinese painting. I will ask Professor Lin Tao for more advice on the rendering method of gongbi. My style of Chinese painting and the matching of sketch and oil painting are still weaker."
"The final payment for "The Little Prince" in the publishing contract, together with the share of the Easter sales week, will be settled in mid-to-late April. If the progress is fast, I should rely on myself, and I can complete the [Chinese Painting Techniques] before then. Promote to the second level of the profession. Make up for the last shortcoming."
Gu Weijing was thinking about his plans for the next few days.
"If everything goes well, you can submit your manuscript to the organizing committee of the Singapore Biennale before May. The deadline for submission will not be missed."
"It's just...should I add another painting?"
He touched his chin and thought in his mind.
I can be sure that my most important painting in the exhibition is definitely "Good Luck Orphanage in the Sun".
For large-scale international biennales such as Singapore, Shanghai, and Yokohama, each artist in the master group can submit two to five works.
There is no limit on the number of painters invited through special channels, and there can be many within a reasonable range.
Gu Weijing originally planned to submit only one painting.
The progress of practicing fusion painting is faster than he thought. He hesitates that maybe he can draw another work with another theme.
Anyway, if you pass the audition, it would be a waste to leave the booth assigned to you empty.
How about adding another sketch with the same style and combining it with the theme of "Good Luck Orphanage"?
Or paint an orthodox Impressionist work to show the organizing committee the variety of your style?
certainly.
In his mind, the work that is expected to win the prize is definitely "Good Luck Orphanage in the Sun".
Art exhibitions are more expensive than expensive.
Submitting just one piece of work may not result in a prize.
If you exhibit a large number of works at the same time, the organizing committee may not think you are working too hard and will sympathize with you and award you a prize.
The larger the biennale, the more so.
Look at quality not quantity.
When Damien Hirst participated in the Venice Biennale, he brought up to 189 works of art. He had a theme pavilion for each country, and he had a theme pavilion for himself.
As a result, I still didn’t win the prize.
This is very embarrassing.
——
The sun sets in the west,
A woman wearing dark formal clothes and sunglasses sat on a chair against the wall in the courtyard.
A dark gun handle was exposed from the hem of his suit jacket, which attracted many volunteers and children in the yard to look at him sideways.
There were two brave little kids who ran over and wanted to touch the handle of the gun. Before the woman who exuded a solemn temperament could speak, they were dragged away by the headmistress of the orphanage in embarrassment.
Gu Weijing walked out of the orphanage and saw Sakai Katsuko waving to the woman.
The woman took out two takeout boxes from the trunk of the Lexus on one side.
The two heavy dark metal thermal buckets were like two light plastic dumbbells in the hands of this powerful lady, which was very easy to carry.
Mrs. Sakai knew that her daughter had to run to the orphanage every day.
She is a good mother, now that she has made everything clear to her daughter.
At this time, when she was bored with her boyfriend every day, she would act like a light bulb and annoy her daughter for no reason.
Layyada District, where the orphanage is located, is a relatively poor lower city district in Yangon.
Because residents generally believe in relatively peaceful Buddhism, the incidence of vicious incidents is actually not high.
At least from a statistical point of view, it is far less exaggerated than the black neighborhoods of Brooklyn and Tijuana, Mexico, which are famous places on the United Nations list where gunfights happen every day.
But after all, this was Myanmar, and Mrs. Sakai was still worried about her precious and beautiful daughter running around, so she hired a private security guard for Katsuko Sakai.
Myanmar's private security business, like its business escort business, is very sophisticated.
In the past, before the warlords declared a ceasefire, it was easy to recruit mercenaries.
Nowadays, it is enough to hire a full-time bodyguard from a reliable company with sufficient credibility, which costs about four to five thousand dollars a month.
A female bodyguard costs $2,000, and someone who can speak Japanese costs another $2,000.
A monthly salary of nine thousand US dollars is a high salary anywhere, but it is nothing compared to the safety of his daughter Katsuko Sakai.
Uncle Sakai earned it by just chewing on two donuts, which was not as expensive as the hotel suite they stayed in.
Sakai Katsuko now travels with security personnel every day.
I don’t go to the studio every day, I just wait down there.
Sometimes in the car, sometimes in the yard, unless Shengzi gives orders, she doesn't say anything, and is as silent as a female robot in "Terminator".
This Lexus was also rented on the recommendation of the bodyguard.
In the past, I used to take the Aman Concierge's Mercedes-Benz every day when traveling. It was convenient, but it was too eye-catching and could easily be targeted by kidnappers with evil intentions.
Switch to a light blue Lexus and it's much less eye-catching.
At this time, Katsuko Sakai had also finished painting, had headphones on her ears, and was watching a video played on her mobile phone.
Awang finally escaped the little girl's clutches that lasted for a long time.
For the cats, playing with girls in primary school is a task that is countless times more energy-consuming than catching mice or shooting dragonflies.
It was so tired that it was lying at the feet of Sakai Katsuko, snoring happily.
"I was just thinking about whether to go up and call you. Mom ordered a meal and delivered it. Let's eat together and then go home."
When Shengzi saw Gu Weijing coming out, he immediately turned his head and greeted him.
Gu Weijing smelled the rich smell of food.
The aroma of caramelized fat and butter stimulated by the heat still spread through the thermos.
He sniffed casually, and his stomach growled twice.
Gu Weijing couldn't help but ask: "What is so fragrant?"
"Beef braised in Burgundy red wine and baked French pancakes with cheese... I see you only ate two pieces of sushi at noon. The dish Mom ordered in the evening was a little tougher."
Sakai Katsuko flipped through the recipe order sent by the takeout restaurant on her mobile phone and said casually.
Mrs. Sakai is an exquisite lady who never tires of fine food. She has been a rich girl since she was a child, and she is very particular about ordering takeout.
For an artist's family whose income reaches nearly 10 million US dollars per year, those who are willing to eat at street restaurants like Uncle Sakai are the outliers.
It's meal time now, but it's a bit uncomfortable to eat such high-end food in the courtyard of the orphanage.
So the female bodyguard brought the fragrant food box to Uncle Alai's concierge and borrowed the table there.
"Let's go eat in the house, call Jasmine, close the door, and eat together under the sunset."
Katsuko Sakai was not so cruel that she wanted to treat all the children and volunteers in the orphanage to a big meal.
She is caring, but also knows that she cannot help everyone.
Shengzi just took Jasmine with her to reward her for being her model for so long, and walked into the concierge's cabin with Gu Weijing.
The green-lipped clam soup is added with star anise to enhance the flavor, and the beef stew sauce is mixed with melted fat to form a paste.
As the lid of the food box was opened, the aroma became even more fragrant and filled the room.
The female bodyguard quickly lit the plastic candlesticks and small candles included in the takeout box of the French restaurant.
She carried the two M7 Wagyu burgers specially bought for her in another bag as a work meal, and walked out quietly, leaving the quiet dining environment to her employer.
After the bodyguard lady went out with two burgers, she was not in a hurry to eat.
After wandering around the yard, the woman finally found her target among the people queuing up after dinner at the orphanage not far away.
"gentlemen?"
The bodyguard was full of vigilance and patted the shoulder of a tall, lame man in a dark leather suit.
working habit.
It's rare to find a job like this where you can earn a high salary by accompanying a wealthy family's daughter around every day.
Some time ago, when a PMC (private armed contractor) was rescuing hostages in a fraud park in northern Myanmar, he was shot with an AK and almost paralyzed.
Not counting combat allowance, that guy's monthly salary is less than $5,000.
With so many retired soldiers every year, mercenaries, bodyguards, and military kings with annual salaries of millions are all liars.
Myanmar is not Afghanistan. People like them just earn more than ordinary people.
Especially when this rich daughter doesn't run around every day, doesn't go to bars or goes shopping, and just stays in an orphanage with ease and peace of mind.
Faced with such high-quality employers who are hard to find at any time, female bodyguards are still willing to work more carefully.
Bodyguard is a defensive occupation.
When she enters work, she likes to mark in her mind the targets in the surrounding environment that may pose potential dangers to her employer.
Be reasonable,
The staff of the orphanage consists of a group of children and elderly volunteers.
It's hard to find a more peaceful scene in the world than here.
In terms of the degree of danger, in her mind, the most dangerous person around Ms. Sakai is actually Jasmine, who carries the HIV mark.
But Sakai Katsuko didn't say anything herself, so it was not a matter of the bodyguards.
Others... I don't know why, but she can always smell a very dangerous smell in this lame man.
"Let's chat?"
The female bodyguard took out a burger from the bag and handed it over.
During company training, a more common way to establish a relationship with the target is to pass a cigarette.
The employer of her assignment was a minor, so the female bodyguard did not bring a cigarette with her when working because she was afraid that the residual smoke would reach other people's homes.
So when she ordered a meal today, she specifically asked for an extra work meal.
A fragrant Wagyu burger priced at 50,000 kyats can also be used as a substitute for cigarettes to bring people closer together at this time.
"What are you asking?"
The lame man reached out and took the burger.
When the female bodyguard handed the burger, she lightly scratched the other person's inner fingertips with her fingernails. This was not flirting. She felt a hard callus on the inner fingertips of the opponent, a callus left by the friction between the gun trigger and the fingertips.
The woman's pupils shrank.
He is indeed a dangerous person.
Uncle Alai looked at the bodyguards tossing in front of him expressionlessly, but his eyes seemed to be smiling but not smiling.
"There is something wrong with the engine of my car. Can you help me?" the female bodyguard adjusted her expression and asked with a professional smile.
"Okay, little girl, if you want to know if I have any military training, just ask."
Uncle Alai stretched out his palm and showed her the marks on his palm.
Ever since I became Gu Weijing's assistant, it's like turning a new page in my life.
Uncle Alai seemed to be becoming more and more accepting of his past. He smiled calmly and said, "You are right. These are either marks left by the auto mechanic's hexagonal screwdriver or sharpened by a gun. I Was a soldier."
"Veteran? There are many ways to make money. May I ask why you are here... guarding the gate?" The female bodyguard still had a professional smile on her face, and her entire hand was unconsciously resting on the handle of the gun.
Insider of the kidnapping group? Thug? Informant?
The bodyguard cautiously speculated on what this guy who was incompatible with the surrounding environment was doing.
"Then why are you here?"
Uncle Alai looked up and down at the fit woman opposite.
"I have always believed that security guards wearing suits belong to Hollywood movies I have watched too much. If it is not a business or government occasion that requires a strong presence, writing 'I am a bodyguard' on the face will not only reduce the concealment, but also invisibly Impacting the employer’s daily life.”
"If clothing can be regarded as a company regulation, then in the environment in Myanmar, you either have to wear a real gun to show your strength, or you don't have a gun at all to reduce your aggression in the eyes of outsiders. This is better than having this on your waist. A Taser stun gun walking around is a smarter decision.”
"Have you read the paper?" Uncle Alai said in a kind tone as if he was teaching a child.
"What?"
"A paper on gun deterrence and criminal psychology. Well, it seems that not only have you not received training in this area, but your instructor has not mentioned it to you. Alas, today's young people..."
Uncle Alai looked at the plastic gun handle held tightly in the female bodyguard's hand and shook his head helplessly.
"For desperadoes who really want to do something, people don't care about a stun gun at all. Instead, they think you don't have the courage to use deadly force. To scare ordinary people is a bit too much. And studies have shown that when fired at close range, Taser No matter where the electrode of the gun is fired, the risk of cardiac arrest and sudden death caused by the electric current is actually very large and uncontrollable, and it is completely worth the loss. The optimal equipment choice for this kind of task should be to use a real gun with the first three rounds of the magazine. Rubber anti-explosion bullets, packed with bullets at the back.”
"Of course, it is also possible that the defense company behind you does not have the ability to obtain permission to use special ammunition."
Uncle Alai looked at the bodyguard who was about to explode with cold hair on his face, and waved his hand casually: "Calm down, don't be nervous, I don't want to do anything. I just feel that the juniors working in the security industry today are a bit too amateurish. , so I couldn’t help but say a few more words.”
"It's good to be vigilant at all times. Just little girl, let me tell you something from my heart...be more observant before working in the future."
"Even if I'm really a bad guy, and you're really telling me what's going on, you have to make sure you can beat me before you say anything. This is the simplest truth, right?"
"It's not that fun to scare a snake out of a grass and spook a tiger."
Uncle Alai threw the burger into the bag in the hand of the female bodyguard, ignored the other party who was almost stunned by hearing it, and left with a smile.
——
Candles flickered, and the air of the porter's cabin was filled with the aroma of melted butter.
you get what you pay for.
Gu Weijing gently tore off a corner of the pancake that smelled of ham and cheese and stuffed it into his mouth. It was so delicious that he couldn't stop eating it.
"Katsuko?"
He noticed that Katsuko Sakai across the table kept looking down at her phone and frowning from time to time even while eating.
Gu Weijing asked curiously: "What are you watching? Japanese dramas."
"The resolution of the shareholder meeting of Oil Painting magazine. Have you paid attention to the recent personnel changes in this old art evaluation magazine?"
Sakai Katsuko lowered her voice and spoke mysteriously.
"It seems that we received an announcement about the restructuring of some magazine in our home subscription mailbox. However, I didn't read it carefully."
Gu Weijing replied inexplicably, "Did something happen to the Oil Painting magazine?"
Myanmar is too remote.
Any turbulent waves in the art market will only leave a slight ripple here.
"Yes, this is the restructuring. You can pay attention to it. My father said that this should be the most important moment in the history of art in the past half century since Picasso's death. Even if the Gagosian Gallery announced its dissolution tomorrow, it would not be better than this. Things are more concerning.”
Sakai Katsuko shrugged: "It is said that they are about to set up their own art fund, and they should be able to make money by buying it. Many people around my parents are trying to get a ticket to board the ship online. "
"Flight ticket?"
Sakai Katsuko thought for a while: "It is expected that the product scale of the Oil Painting Fund will exceed US$500 million, and the starting threshold for personal investment is US$6 million. The background checks of interested investors are also very strict."
There are very few public funds in the art field that are open to ordinary people.
More than 90% of financial products are private equity funds specifically targeted at the upper class.
Private equity is a rich man’s game.
For ordinary people who want to participate in any well-known private equity fund, the starting capital threshold for investing in a single fund fluctuates around US$200,000 in the industry.
The threshold of US$6 million is quite exaggerated in the private equity field.
Gu Weijing didn't have much reaction to this outrageous number.
He is a typical child from a poor family who has not yet successfully made a class jump.
No channels, no capital.
Even if Katsuko Sakai now tells him inside information about the oil painting fund.
Gu Weijing could not raise US$6 million, so Quan just listened to the story.
"Is there any fund in the world that is guaranteed to make money if you buy it? They hired Buffett to be the manager."
Gu Weijing was confused.
"The brand name of "Oil Painting" is better than Buffett's reputation. If you take the goose that lays golden eggs at home and put it on the market, you can make a lot of money, but you just don't know how long you can lay golden eggs."
Sakai Katsuko shook her head.
We are not fools, and discerning people are well aware of the long-term impact of this incident on the future of the magazine.
But making money is not shabby.
There are many people who are willing to take a gamble even though they know it is a Ponzi scheme or a pyramid scheme, and the risks will only come in ten or twenty years.
Anyway, you can definitely make money in the short term, and everyone gradually becomes crazy.
"But this time the detective cat who just became popular seems to be in trouble..." Sakai Katsuko sighed, "Oh, actually, this sister is really good at painting and has a very high level of artistic accomplishment. It's such a pity. ”
"What? Detective Cat, that internet painter?"
Gu Weijing felt a thump in his heart.
"Oil Painting" magazine is like a cloud hanging high in the sky. Thunder, rain and dew are not what a little person like him can care about.
This big business worth hundreds of millions of dollars has nothing to do with me.
"Don't you know yet? Wait, I'll send you the video link and we can watch it together."
Katsuko Sakai thought about it and suggested: "Well, let's watch it directly on YouTube. Someone has uploaded the resolution of the shareholders' meeting. I will share the video with you."
Gu Weijing turned on his phone and saw the YouTube link sent by Shengzi.
He clicked in.
Before getting into the serious content, there is an official advertisement from Google.
It's a coincidence.
Gu Weijing did not have a YouTube Premium membership worth 30,000 kyats a month, so every time he played a video, he had to watch an advertisement.
This advertisement is automatically recommended under the big data algorithm model based on the background records of the advertising service provider and users.
The advertising fees companies pay to Google are different, and the frequency of advertising is also different.
If you like watching girls, we recommend dating apps, if you like reading mobile phone reviews, we recommend popular mobile games, and if you like watching concerts, we recommend 1-to-1 vocal training classes.
In order to draw good illustrations.
In Gu Weijing's search records, most of the content is related to the fields of art and the fairy tale book "The Little Prince".
In the background algorithm, the largest advertising promotion contract of this period that matches these keywords was just updated this Wednesday.
That is--
Corporate promotional video for Scholastic Group’s Easter Book Season.
(End of chapter)
