I Raised a Big Boss in the 90s

Su Weiwei sighed and touched the little girl's face and curled her lips and said: "Little girl, don't always tell the truth. Be a little bit low-key. You are too low-key."

The little girl pouted, "Should you keep a low profile to be honest? That's too difficult to be a human being!"

Yu Teng shuddered by the numbing words, and left unwell. He and He Donglin looked at each other when he went out, but he heard He Donglin hum and say, "The gap."

Tung Teng was speechless: "Daddy, are you embarrassed to say me? Don't you do the same?"

He Donglin touched his head, "Fool, someone praises my wife, it's too late for me to be happy, but you will not praise people for being rejected by your wife in the future."

Tung Teng was so angry that she threw him away, "I'm not looking for a wife."

The little girl coaxed Su Weiwei's heart into full bloom, and the two of them took their little hands out of the house. Tung Teng behind them looked at their backs full of resentment. Who on earth is this to hold the exhibition? Is it clearly his home court? What's wrong with Liang Xiaomei! But Wei's attention was all attracted by her!

When she arrived, Su Weiwei realized that the exhibition was much larger than she had imagined. I thought that in the 1990s, the information was not developed and there would not be many people watching the exhibition, but I did not expect that the artistic atmosphere at this time was better than that of later generations. The exhibition hall was actually The besieged water can’t get through. Teachers from the Academy of Fine Arts bring students to study, and teachers from aristocratic kindergartens bring a bunch of small carrot heads to feel the artistic atmosphere. Besides the Chinese, there are many foreigners on the scene. Looking at Zhong Ding's exhibition from a long distance, we can see that Zhong Ding is really red.

"Are you here?" Zhong Ding came over in a suit.

Jiang Xin stood beside him in a formal dress, his face radiant, in sharp contrast with his usual white coat.

"It's so beautiful today!" Su Weiwei praised sincerely.

Jiang Xin said, "How can you be pretty."

"I'm telling the truth, you are usually too vegetarian, today you put on your makeup and changed your dress, it's not as beautiful as it is.

"It's the makeup and clothes you picked for me." When they met a few days ago, Jiang Xin mentioned this exhibition. Only then did Su Weiwei know that Jiang Xin doesn't know how to match makeup. Su Weiwei laughed for a long time and told her about it. Fortunately, Jiang Xin is clever and will learn some basic makeup skills. I saw it today and it turned out to be pretty good.

"There are a lot of people watching the exhibition today. Congratulations!" Su Weiwei offered the gift and Jiang Xin accepted it with a smile. The two walked forward together, and Teng Teng and Xiao Tang Yuan followed them, heads to the head, and muttered. Yes, I don’t know what I’m talking about.

It is stated in the introduction of this exhibition that Zhong Ding will bring his apprentices to the exhibition. This is the first time that the well-known painter Zhong Ding has accepted apprentices. Everyone is curious about what kind of apprentice he will accept.

Zhong Ding’s personal style is too obvious. Among them, several paintings with a slightly rustic style and different styles were mixed, which quickly attracted everyone’s attention. Most of them are fans of Zhong Ding, and often copy Zhong Ding’s paintings, even Zhong Ding. In recent years, the style has changed, but it is impossible to change so much. These paintings, unlike Zhongding, look like the style of Picasso's late period.

The provocative lines, the proportions of the characters, the grotesque and bright colors, the whole painting reveals a different sense of contradiction, like pursuing a joy of escape, and a feeling of age incompatible with the style of the painting. You must know Picasso’s high life. His paintings in his later years were approaching children, and although the styles of these paintings were close to Picasso, there was a feeling that children were drawing adult paintings, bold brushstrokes and use of colors, and pursued things that he could not control, not like Picasso. In that way, approach the toddler with an old body.

But the sense of contradiction is the same. This kind of painting is shocking. Although it is not in line with Zhong Ding's previous style, it is undoubtedly a new attempt.

Many people stood in front of the painting and talked about it. Su Weiwei also stared at it for a long time. She knew that this should be a painting of Teng Teng, but she really couldn't understand it at all. Isn't the picture painted on a woman? Woman standing in the garden seems to be watering the flowers? Of course this is all her guess, because the proportions of the women in the painting are strange, their bodies are made up of various strange figures, and their expressions are strange, making it difficult to see what they are doing at a glance.

"What a genius!" Jiang Xin exclaimed. "You don't know how much Zhong Ding loves this painting. He even thinks that the artistic achievement of this painting is higher than his painting."

Su Weiwei was frightened, "How is it possible? I think Zhong Ding just likes Teng Teng too much, and he looks at it with emotion."

"No, I actually understand what he meant. Zongteng is indeed a treat for the gods. Some people get something that others can't pursue in their lifetime. This is something other people can't envy." Jiang Xin smiled.

Su Weiwei told the truth: "Ashamed, I really don't understand it. I think the color is quite bold. If you tell me such a painting is worthless, I believe it. If you tell me that it can sell tens of millions or even hundreds of millions, I also believe. , I am the kind of person who has no artistic accomplishment."

Jiang Xin smiled and said: "You have no artistic accomplishment, but you brought out a genius son. You let him retain the most precious part of imagination. What else do you want?"

Su Weiwei smiled and said, "That said, I can't do it, but my son can do it!"

Everyone talked a lot, all looking at Zhong Ding.

"Mr. Zhong, you said you want to bring your apprentice, can you ask him to come out and meet us? I have a lot of questions about this painting." It was Tang Xian, a well-known domestic art dealer, curating the exhibition. People, this person has a vicious vision, and painters who value it will basically have small achievements later. At the beginning, he valued the value of Zhongding and wanted to package Zhongding, but Zhongding was maverick at that time and refused.

Tang Xian’s questioning has attracted the attention of many guests. You must know that in recent years, Tang Xian’s reputation has been well-known, and the painters he admired have basically skyrocketed. Some people in China just have money, but they don’t know how to invest. If you want to improve your compelling style, you will start from collecting calligraphy and painting, and they don’t know anything about it. Many people follow Tang Xian. If Tang Xian buys a painting, they buy it and collect it. So Tang Xian opens his mouth at this moment. Many people just **** up their ears to sound.

Zhong Ding was silent for a moment, and then laughed first. He was tall and dressed in a long, artistic suit, which made him even more slender.

"Mr. Tang, before asking him out, I would like to ask you to comment on this painting."

Tang Xian was taken aback, not knowing what tricks Zhong Ding was playing with. In the previous brochure, Zhong Ding mentioned accepting apprentices. Zhong Ding believed in his eyes, so he hurried back from France and tried to buy it at a very low price. The paintings exhibited by the other side surprised him by the paintings he saw. This artistic achievement has far exceeded his imagination.

But Tang Xian is not stupid. If he raises the painting too high and everyone grabs it, wouldn't he have to pay a higher price?

Zhong Ding smiled: "I promise, if you sell, you will be the first to consider Mr. Tang."

Tang Xian said: "Frankly speaking, I think the artistic value of this painting is very high. If there is no French art today without Picasso Monet Gauguin and Cezanne, then I think our country's art may be based on this The author has come!"

After saying this, everyone was speechless, and this evaluation was too high. As we all know, the development of domestic oil paintings lags far behind the West. The Chinese painting is more famous. Tang Xian's painting praised the author too high, so that everyone could not bear it. I stayed and looked at this painting again. Indeed, this painting has a master's handwriting, but the strength of the brush looks a little weaker, and the rest is really impeccable.

Is it really going to be said by Tang Xian, Zhong Ding, this mysterious apprentice, will become a genius painter who is admired?

This is true, Zhong Ding, this apprentice is incredible!

Zhong Ding smiled when he heard the words, and looked at Su Weiwei subconsciously. Su Weiwei nervously took He Donglin's hand, not knowing what to do. She knew that her son was amazing, but she didn't expect to get such a high evaluation. It was too exciting.

He Donglin hooked her palm, Su Weiwei turned her head and listened to him whisper: "Are you nervous?"

He Donglin stared at her red cheeks and asked softly.

Of course Su Weiwei is nervous, even more nervous than the college entrance examination. Her son is judged by the world. Of course, she hopes that his son can get a good evaluation.

"How can you not be nervous! This is my son! He was praised by so many people for the first time he held an art exhibition, don't tell me you are not nervous?" Su Weiwei gave him a sideways glance.

When she stared, she raised her eyebrows, her eyes flowed, and she was flattered. It seemed that after they had a relationship, Su Weiwei's smoke became more squiggly, and her lips were red and she was always pursing softly, which made people couldn't help it. Want to kiss her.

He Donglin retracted his gaze and chuckled. Indeed, he was not so nervous about talking about business and investing.

"In this case, I will invite my apprentice out?" Zhong Ding raised his eyebrows.

Everyone had their appetites eaten up, and they all smiled and urged: "Please, please! We can't help but want to have a meeting with this painter."

"Really please? Are you sure you won't be surprised when I invite him out?"

Everyone laughed, how ugly is this, so I am afraid that they will be surprised? But as long as the artist is talented, it doesn't matter if he looks ugly.

Zhong Ding made a joke, then smiled and winked at Teng Teng. Teng Teng was calm. From the beginning to the end, as if this matter had nothing to do with him, he walked to Zhong Ding blankly and faced everyone.

The little guy wore a small suit that fits today. Because it is difficult to buy this dress on the market, Su Weiwei drew the picture and gave it to Liang Minying’s aunt to do it. Although Liang Minying made clothes, she had never done it before. Children’s clothes, there’s no way. Su Wei only needs them to sleep. She went back and studied for a long time before making one.

Although the little guy is handsome, he has an unwilling look on his face. Tang Xian's unwilling look makes Tang Xian chuckle. "Zhong Ding, this is your son? We want to see the painter. How did you bring your son out?"

Everyone laughed: "Yes, kid, did you go to the wrong place?"

"I have sugar here, do you want to eat?"

"Children, are there no classes in kindergarten today? By the way, Mr. Zhong, where is your apprentice? Come out soon! We really can't wait!" Everyone urged.

Zhong Ding raised his eyebrows, "Far in the sky and close in front of you!"

Everyone was stunned. Everyone including Tang Xian looked around. Seeing that the line of sight of Zhongzheng had been on Zongzheng, Tang Xian reacted first, pointing to Zongzheng in disbelief and exclaimed: "This is impossible! You are. Say those paintings are all made by him?"

Such a kid? Weaned yet?

Zhong Ding smiled and tacitly agreed.

Everyone was silent for a long time, and there was an uproar. Everyone reacted the same as Tang Xian. Those Picasso-style paintings turned out to be painted by a kid? This kind of joke is really not funny. A kid who was supposed to draw crayon drawings, a kid in kindergarten, turned out to be the author of these paintings? Who did Zhong Ding make up such a lie to deceive? Even if it is to hype his own apprentice, he can't be so eager for quick success, what does he know about such a small child! Just wanting to hype is not such a method, right!

Everyone looked at Zhong Ding with condemnation.

Zhong Ding is used to being a maverick, and he just sneered: "Could it be possible that Zhong Ding will lie to you?"

When everyone froze, Tang Xian said first, "It’s not that you don’t believe you, but what you said is too unbelievable. Such a kid can paint oil paintings? How could it be possible! Such a small child can sit for 20 minutes. The difficulty of an oil painting is so high, what you said makes it hard for us to believe!"

Everyone nodded their heads in style, but Zhong Ding did not explain. He just pointed to another painting and said: "This painting is a painting that I collaborated with Tung Teng. Can you see the difference in this painting?"

Everyone was silent for a moment, and Tang Xian stared at the painting and suddenly a flash of inspiration: "The bottom painting of this painting is your "Rye Field"? If I remember correctly, there are no characters in your painting, then this woman in the wheat field. Is it a post-painting?"

Tang Xian knew him very well. Zhong Ding was not surprised to see at a glance. He put a hand in his pocket and smiled: "It is true. I painted this picture with Teng Teng. He added to my old painting. I finished a character, finished the new painting, and revised it a little bit, and finally got this picture of "The Woman Watching the Rye Field"."