"Outstanding! Outstanding! Mr. Cao said that our family is outstanding, and Master Cao Xuan appointed it to be outstanding!"
Gu Tongxiang was so happy that he spun around in the study room.
The beautiful old face full of wrinkles even had a child-like "childlike" smile.
Like little pink hearts, they were about to float out from his side and float up against gravity.
He made his first fortune many years ago. When he saw a large bundle of one hundred dollars for the first time in his life, Mr. Gu had never been so excited.
Objectively speaking, Mr. Cao's works are definitely more valuable than a large bundle of one hundred dollars.
Awang stared at Gu Tongxiang with squinted eyes, wondering where he was licking his tail. He rubbed his head against Gu Weijing's calf, signaling to little Gu Zi to look quickly and see if this old guy was going crazy.
"Grandpa, this is Mr. Cao Xuan's encouragement, but there are still many essential differences between wanting to stand out and praising me for being standout. If you say this, outsiders will laugh."
Gu Weijing reminded in a low voice.
"I don't care, Mr. Cao just wrote it for you in black and white."
"What kind of person is Mr. Cao? He doesn't think your child is good, so why would he write such words for you!"
Gu Tongxiang didn't want to reason at all, and stuck his neck in a domineering manner, "Others are sour and want to say weird things. Let Master Cao write one for them too. If you can't eat the grapes there, the grapes will be sour."
He wanted to reach out to pick up the words, but he was worried that his hands would be sweaty when he was excited, so he kept putting his palms on his chest and rubbing them.
It was this red-faced expression that aroused Awang's curiosity.
It probably regarded the scroll in its hand as something fun like a cat-teasing stick.
Gu Tongxiang's useless look was no better than the way the country cat behaved when he saw Bulingbuling's colorful cat-teasing stick for the first time.
"Meow."
Awang sat up and stretched out his paws to tug at Gu Weijing's pants, trying to reach the lower edge of the scroll to play with.
"No, Master, Master, little ancestor, Uncle Awang, you are my uncle, this is not something you can play with."
Gu Tongxiang's hair stood on end.
this moment.
Mr. Gu, who has old arms and legs, arthritis, and loss of calcium, seems to have stepped back in time.
A smooth squat.
Forty years ago, when I went to the countryside to collect paintings, I was unlucky enough to encounter a fight. The dog ate its shit and jumped into the field on the street to avoid the stray bullets flying around.
After bending down to catch it in one go, he hugged Awang at his feet.
The speed was so fast that even Awang didn't have time to bite him.
"It's better to stay here. Don't torture my old model's fragile heart. If you scratch it here twice, I will have a heart attack there."
Gu Tongxiang has long been too lazy to care about the flowers and plants he just finished painting.
With a puff, he carried Awang and laid him down on the "Flowers in Ten Directions" picture he had just carefully designed. Gu Tongxiang's peonies were indeed big and plump.
The most beautiful one among them happens to be sat neatly under the cat's buttocks, just like the true king of cats sitting on the peony throne in fairy tales.
Awang lowered his head and twisted his butt curiously.
The cat hair was stained with wet paint and left traces on the white rice paper like a broom sweep. Gu Tongxiang didn't even bother to look at it.
never mind.
My grandson got a handwritten calligraphy by Mr. Cao. Do I still care about this?
In front of this text, his picture "Flowers in Ten Directions" is only worthy of being thrown to Nga Wang as a piece of cloth to pad his butt.
"Okay, okay, put it away. I'll ask Old Man Wu to come over and take a look later. He definitely can't take this scroll away. It should be enough to take a few photos."
Gu Tongxiang motioned to Gu Weijing to roll up the painting and put it away first.
He wanted to be serious.
He couldn't hold back the smile on his face, and the corners of his mouth were so wide that they almost reached the back of his head.
"They want evidence, and this is the evidence. Oh, it won't scare them to death."
Gu Tongxiang put his hands behind his back, supported his waist, and twisted proudly.
Facing the review, he wanted to get a letter of recommendation from Lin Tao, just like in old-fashioned martial arts, when someone encounters difficulties, he often climbs a mountain to ask an outsider to teach him the sword skills of Yue Nv, the Seven Swords of Wudang and so on.
Small places like Yangon, such as Niujiacun, Lijiazhuang, and Wangjiabao, are places where the maximum force value is very low.
When applying for admission to foreign super-prestigious schools, parents show off their magical powers. Often, the interviewer will receive letters of recommendation from awesome Plus bosses, which may seem a little numb.
But if Lin Tao's recommendation letter is placed here, it is enough to kill Xiao Xiao instantly and shock everyone's attention.
And this scroll.
It was as if what he was praying for was not the Seven Swords of Wudang, but he looked up to the sky and saw a Tathagata palm descending from the sky and slapping it with his head. The protons spread out in two dimensions, the kind of dimensionality-reducing blow that Trisolarans say you are insects.
Even Gu Tongxiang, a grandfather, was dumbfounded.
For those members of the Yangon Painting and Calligraphy Association.
You go back and forth, I throw dirty water on you, and you argue with each other. This kind of one-trick martial arts movie instantly enters the realm of fantasy horror movies.
Gu Tongxiang found it funny when he thought about the scene where those people's faces turned green when they saw this thing.
"You need to plan carefully. With such good materials, it would be a huge loss to only solve a fraud scandal involving the Yangon Painting Association that was not necessary in the first place."
Leave it alone,
Show off your circle of friends first.
——
"I received a gift in return from Mr. Cao, which is really valuable."
Gu Weijing held the soft flesh on the back of Awang's neck with one hand and controlled her not to run away. With the other hand, he sent a reply to Lao Yang indicating that the express delivery had been received. He threw the phone aside and quickly grabbed it and wanted to kick it in the air to his chin. of hind paws.
Then, the cat was immersed in half of the warm water in the plastic basin in front of him, like a big ball of wool.
"You have to wash it today, or you have to wash it if you don't. When Miss Sakai comes back next week, let's see how dirty you are! The hair is stained with paint. If you continue like this, you will stink. !" Gu Weijing scolded.
Awang is really not the kind of cute little soft cat who loves to be clean.
Probably he was the reincarnation of Louis XIV, the Sun King, who only took two baths in his life and thought he would die if he took too many baths.
Every time I take a shower it's like going to war.
Sakai Katsuko spent a whole afternoon last month, hugging, coaxing, and gently brushing the cat with a small brush before cleaning it up. At this time, it turned into a fat and dirty cat again.
Every morning when she got into Gu Weijing's bed, he could smell that Awang's body had begun to smell.
Especially the back of the neck, where the cat cannot lick it with its tongue and cannot clean itself.
The ginger hair has turned a little gray. He rolled over Mr. Gu's beloved "Flowers in Ten Directions" picture, and his body was stained with a lot of Chinese painting pigments.
Gu Weijing finally made up his mind to wash Awang clean no matter what he said today.
"Meow!"
Ngawang bared his teeth and claws full of sorrow.
It suddenly discovered that moving is not always a good thing. The expression on its face was somewhere between "We agreed not to take a bath, little Guzi, don't you love me anymore!" and "Guard, escort, the shit shoveler is going to murder the cat." Master!" and "Go away, I don't want you to brush me like pig hair, I want a fragrant and soft lady to wash it for me!"
Some cats are naturally afraid of water.
And statistics show that one out of every six pet cats is born with the genetic disease of cardiac hypertrophy.
It is a common disease among cats.
These cats will suffer from hair loss, vomiting, loss of appetite, and even death from heart failure when encountering stress reactions that cause them to have severe mood swings.
Therefore, when Shengzi gave Awang a bath, he was as careful as caring for a fragile piece of porcelain.
There are canned food, cat scratching posts, and catnip. The motherly look is almost like singing a nursery rhyme to Awang.
Gu Weijing watched Awang enjoying himself with cold eyes. According to the knowledge analysis of "Pet Mind Reading", he seriously suspected that his fear of water was just fake.
A cat that grew up by a river would be afraid of water?
What nonsense.
It is on a boat in the botanical garden, and it is quite fun to play in the water.
Last week, Gu Weijing specially asked Uncle Alai to take Awang to make an appointment for a physical examination at one of the few pet hospitals in Yangon that can perform cardiac ultrasound on cats.
Ah Wang, the local cat that hunted mice in Old Man Wu's yard, was not the petite competition-grade ornamental cat that Mrs. Sakai kept in her house, which cost several thousand dollars a cat.
The main theme is a lowly and well-known person who is easy to support, strong and strong.
Except for the fact that the doctor said that the cat was overweight and needed to lose weight, there was nothing wrong with her whole body. Even the mild stomatitis was almost healed by the canned cat.
Beer is extremely healthy.
This Gu Weijing has nothing to be polite about.
He firmly controlled Awang, who was trying to jump out of the plastic basin for the sixth time, and rubbed its dirty butt violently.
Gu Weijing analyzed that Awang hated bathing.
Mainly because he is such an energetic and wild cat, and he doesn’t like closed spaces like plastic basins where he can’t move freely.
This makes no sense.
When Gu's Book Gallery was renovated, there was no water-wasting thing like a bathtub installed.
He considered taking Ngawang to wash in the Yangon River, regardless of whether the public waters that contained domestic and industrial water were clean.
The Yangon River in front of the door actually flows at a not very low speed.
Gu Weijing was not only worried that something might happen if Maomi fell into the river, but he was also worried that he would fall into the river when he was fighting with Awang.
"Just make do with it."
Gu Weijing and Awang tried their best to reason, and transformed from relaxation technicians in the spa shop to bathing masters in the bathhouse. They rubbed Awang while applying shower gel.
Finally, Awang closed his eyelids comfortably and stayed in the basin willingly and stopped making noises.
Only then did I notice that the mobile phone that had just been thrown aside rang. It was Lao Yang calling.
"Stay here and don't make trouble. Let's soak for a while and soak the hair clean. I'll give you a hair dryer later. After you take a bath, you'll be rewarded with a piece of pure meat ham sausage."
Gu Weijing comforted Awang.
Take the phone.
"Hello, Teacher Yang, it's lunch time in Hamburg right now. I'm sorry to bother you, but I asked you to make a special call."
Gu Weijing pressed the answer button and said hello politely.
"What the hell, Teacher Gu, I can't answer your words now." The middle-aged man on the phone had a gentle tone, pretending to be a little angry, "I can't be your teacher. You want to call me I, Teacher Yang, can only call you Teacher Gu. Anyway, that’s what I call Professor Lin Tao and others.”
"You can just call me Gu Weijing, or classmate Gu." Gu Weijing said with a smile.
"Then you can just call me Lao Yang. If you don't mind, it's fine to continue calling me Brother Yang like you do on WeChat. This call sounds warm to me."
"Brother Yang, good afternoon."
"Good afternoon, classmate Gu."
The middle-aged man laughed heartily.
Thousands of kilometers away, in the city center of Glize, a non-sexual modern restaurant called Nerua, the customers across the table looked curiously.
He was curious.
What kind of information made Lao Yang suddenly make a phone call halfway through discussing important cooperation.
Looking at the disgusting uncle-next-door smile on the other person's face, there is no clue that this guy likes to scrape off three layers of oil and then tear off two layers of any company or gallery that wants to gain commercial value from "Cao Xuan". He looks as cunning as a meaty wolf.
The so-called vulgar Western business slang - "people who are so fierce that they can squeeze every last drop of oil out of your ass with both hands" refers to these people.
think about it.
There are only wrong names, not wrong nicknames.
What kind of cold and cruel art assistant can be nicknamed "Skinner" in the circle.
The business elite who was having lunch with Lao Yang did not understand Chinese and had not read "The Cock Crows at Midnight" by military writer Gao Baoyu.
Otherwise he would know that this was actually the title of a landowner named "Zhou Papi" before the liberation of Eastern Xia. When Lao Yang was working hard in the art market of Eastern Xia, he was nicknamed "Yang Papi".
But it doesn't affect his sound. I feel that this name is very similar to Vlad III, an ancient European tyrant who likes to torture prisoners with sharp stakes and is nicknamed "The Impaler", or the kind of person in "Game of Thrones" that makes people sad. An elusive bloody pervert.
Incidentally.
Vlad III "The Impaler" has always been the historical prototype of Dracula, the originator of vampires in the West.
And the business elite from the moment he met Lao Yang.
It felt like I was having lunch with a living vampire.
What the hell?
The damn vampire actually laughed!
He can still smile so brightly.
If an ordinary vampire can cause heartache to the person being negotiated, then a neurotic vampire that can smile so crookedly... is undoubtedly frightening.
Gudong~
The business elite swallowed hard and thought about today's negotiation plan, and couldn't help but feel cold all over.
"Student Gu, did you receive Mr. Cao's message? I am now in Glitz, not in Hamburg. Mr. Cao has important schedules these two days. You may have seen something about the European Art Annual Conference on TV. "
Lao Yang on the phone receiver still sounded as enthusiastic as ever.
It seemed like it was such an honor to be called Brother Yang by Gu Weijing.
"No trouble, no trouble. Mr. Cao also mentioned to me today that even if you don't make this call, I still have something to ask you for."
(End of chapter)
