Reborn Nobility

Chapter 162 A small powerful person shakes up the capital (4)

Cao Haoxuan nodded at Xia Xiaoluo and said, "It's time to learn to flatter people. We Central Plains people have always been very down-to-earth."

The two chatted for a while, and Cao Haoxuan introduced several important guests to Xia Xiaoluo one by one. When he introduced a film director named Feng Pants, Xia Xiaoluo couldn't help but his eyes lit up. This person is quite interesting. From now on

He will be a famous director in China.

At this time, he really looked like the one in the news of later generations. He had buck teeth, small eyes, chicken breasts, and bow legs. He looked dirty everywhere. But his eyes shone with a shrewd light, which showed that he was well versed in human nature and business.

wise man of rules.

Cao Haoxuan introduced: "Director Feng, Feng Pants. We are good friends with Mr. Shuo from our hospital. He used to be an art artist at Beijing Film Academy, but now he has become a god."

Xia Xiaoluo held his hand and said: "Director Feng, you have such a good relationship with Mr. Shuo, why don't you make a movie adapted from his novel? Mr. Shuo's movies are all hilarious, and the audience will enjoy watching them, so you just

Filming that "Sweet Dreams Day Trip"."

Feng Tong was stunned by this sentence. Xia Xiaoluo looked like he was thinking, then turned around and added: "By the way, this kind of film can be released during the Spring Festival - let's call it a New Year's film."

Just a casual sentence made Director Feng completely stunned. A glimmer of excitement flashed in his small eyes, and then he burst into tears under the surprised gazes of everyone, first sobbing, then bursting into tears, and howling.

Crying loudly is like mourning a heir.

Cao Haoxuan frowned and said, "Don't be embarrassed, okay? Why do you cry so easily?"

Feng Pong wiped his tears, stopped crying, and said, "Thank you to this little brother for pointing out a clear path for me." Director Feng has been having a hard time with the show recently, and after Xia Xiaoluo's help, he couldn't help but feel enlightened.

, I am naturally grateful to Xia Xiaoluo.

Cao Haoxuan patted him on the shoulder and said, "Then let's make a good movie."

Xia Xiaoluo thought to himself that Director Feng Pants was really as tearful as the biography written by his friend later said.

Then he introduced Xia Xiaoluo to a musician named Tan Ge. He said: "This is my friend Xia Xiaoluo, a young writer."

"Tan Ge. The composer of the National Symphony Orchestra. He also has his own record company. He was one of the four great talents at the Central Conservatory of Music. He wrote parts of the music for the Asian Games."

Tan Ge was a bit arrogant, and said politely: "Too much praise, too much praise." In fact, he looked down on Xia Xiaoluo in his heart, but he also wanted to show Cao Haoxuan's face, so he just smiled slightly.

Xia Xiaoluo didn't take it seriously either. The composer and I have a relationship.

Cao Haoxuan led him for a short half circle, but only passed by Yuan Hao's group. It seemed that Cao Haoxuan really disdained this person, and even didn't want to see the boss-looking people with him.

And Yuan Hao saw that Cao Haoxuan was so disdainful to him, his face remained calm, but he was not very happy in his heart. As the son of the boss of the Qinghong Gang, the largest underworld in China, he must not be cared for wherever he goes. Of course he

Also very proud.

He couldn't help but glance at Xia Xiaoluo, who had always been treated politely by Cao Haoxuan. At the first glance, he was very disappointed, and then he felt a little contempt for Cao Haoxuan. They said that you, Master Cao, are extremely smart, but you are not necessarily so brilliant!

Apart from anything else, the boy you have always valued is not necessarily outstanding. He is slovenly dressed, plain-looking, and even has a sickly pale complexion.

However, the girl following Xia Xiaoluo from a distance made Yuan Hao's eyes light up. This girl really gave people the beauty of a hibiscus emerging from pure water, with natural beauty without any ornaments. She dwarfed the average-looking women around her who were wearing heavy make-up and jewels.

She said in her heart, she is really a beauty. Standing with the man named Xia Xiaoluo is like a flower stuck in cow dung.

Seeing that Xia Xiaoluo and Cao Haoxuan were socializing with everyone, while Chu Xiuhan was standing far behind, a little bored, Yuan Hao skillfully shook off the crowd and walked straight to Chu Xiuhan. He smiled slightly and said: "Beauty,

Can I talk to you?"

Chu Xiuhan watched Xia Xiaoluo walking among the crowd from a distance, but in her eyes, there was only Xia Xiaoluo, and the others were just zombies in her eyes.

Yuan Hao asked again, and Chu Xiuhan seemed to wake up from a dream. Then she turned her head, frowned at him, and then looked at the oil painting on the wall.

Not only was Yuan Hao not angry, but he admired her very much. He was used to seeing women who behaved well in social places, were familiar with chatting up, and were familiar with all the women. For him, a girl like Chu Xiuhan who was very socially awkward and even a little bit special was something special.

Flavor.

Chu Xiuhan no longer looked at him, but instead looked at the oil paintings on the wall. Although the oil paintings were copies of some famous paintings, such as the Mona Lisa, this thing was originally hung in the Louvre in France, so naturally it cannot be hung in Xinhua.

company.

However, they are all high-grade replicas, which are enough to resemble the real ones. They are still worth appreciating.

Seeing that Chu Xiuhan was so cold and speechless, only concentrating on looking at the oil paintings on the wall, Yuan Hao smiled patiently and said: "Miss, what do you call me? Do you also like oil paintings?"

Chu Xiuhan did not turn her head to look at him. Yuan Hao could not see his expression, but he could see Chu Xiuhan nodding slightly.

I walked up to an oil painting. This oil painting is the masterpiece "The Death of Marat" by the French neoclassical painter David. It is also the most famous oil painting in this exhibition. It is difficult to say whether it is the original or not, at least it is not marked as a copy.

In the picture, Marat is lying naked in the bathtub, blood gushing out from the wound, and the dead Marat has a desperate expression on his face.

Yuan Hao deliberately showed off his artistic accomplishment and talked eloquently: "I think the image of Marat in the picture was created by the author based on Marat's real appearance, because David and Marat were contemporaries, and David was born in 1748

In 1793, Marat was already forty-five years old when he was assassinated. Note that he was only five years younger than Marat. Marat was a celebrity in Paris at the time and often gave speeches at mass gatherings. Almost everyone in Paris saw him.

If he passed him, then the painter David was obviously familiar with Marat's appearance. Fortunately, it was David who painted him. Otherwise, how would we know what Marat looked like today?"

Chu Xiuhan turned her head, glanced at him with interest, and then looked back at the "Death of Marat" painting.

Yuan Hao was glanced at by her. Although his eyes were plain and did not have the admiration he expected, he was still greatly encouraged, as sweet as honey. He continued thinking he was very humorous: "The camera had not been invented at that time.

Well, David is a representative of French neoclassicism and an academician of the Royal Academy. His early works were still in the Rococo style, but later he turned to classicism. This is his most important work."

Yuan Hao saw beauties coming around him, nodding in approval, looking at him with admiration, becoming more and more proud. He had no idea how much he weighed, so he pointed at several places in the painting from a distance, trying his best to suppress it.

With excitement in his heart, he said: "Look, this oil painting successfully combines portraiture, historical accuracy and sublime tragedy with extremely concise classical techniques, effectively highlighting this 'Friend of the People'

The characteristics of heroism have become monumental realist historical paintings..."

Seeing Xia Xiaoluo coming, Chu Xiuhan walked out of the crowd and held Xia Xiaoluo's arm with a joyful expression.

Cao Haoxuan looked at Xia Xiaoluo and said jokingly: "Xiao Luo, you have good taste."

Xia Xiaoluo said seriously: "Ordinary friends. A pure relationship between men and women."

Chu Xiuhan pinched him lightly, but she had a smile on her face. It seemed that for her, being able to stand beside him was an honor.

Chu Xiuhan walked up to Xia Xiaoluo with an affectionate look on her face, which made Yuan Hao very angry.

He looked at Xia Xiaoluo's rustic dress and deliberately made him look embarrassed, saying: "Mr. Xia, I heard from Mr. Cao that you are a young writer, so you must have some insights into painting. Literature and painting are the same thing.

The art of language, as a visual art, all come from the real life of a certain society and have something in common. The shape and lyrical perspective have something in common with each other through the shaping of the image. Painting

From the beginning of its emergence as an independent art form, it has been inextricably linked with literature."

This grand talk made several beauties look at him with more intense eyes. They all know that his family has a big business, is worth hundreds of millions, owns several big companies, and is handsome. They have already secretly admired him, and now they look at his conversation.

He is not ordinary and has profound academic knowledge. I can't help but admire him even more. It can be said that I admire and adore him beyond measure.

Even Cao Haoxuan, who had always looked down on Yuan Hao, couldn't help but nod slightly at this moment, thinking that the Yuan family were not all idiots.

At this time, many powerful people, wealthy businessmen and celebrities from all walks of life who had never looked down on Xia Xiaoluo very much and thought it was unreasonable for Cao Haoxuan to praise a high school student so much came over to see what Xia Xiaoluo had to say. Some even brought him with him.

With a bit of a joke mentality.

Xia Xiaoluo looked at him deeply and said, "Do you really want to know my opinion?"

Yuan Hao smiled slightly and said: "I am all ears."

Xia Xiaoluo said calmly: "I think what you just said is completely misleading and makes no sense. Your views on Mara make me feel very uncomfortable."

Everyone was greatly surprised, and felt that Xia Xiaoluo's words were too arrogant. Yuan Hao's face suddenly turned livid, and he never expected that Xia Xiaoluo would deny his views so completely and straightforwardly. The corners of his mouth twitched, and he said coldly

He smiled and said, "I would like to hear the good news."

Xia Xiaoluo said: "Why do you think Marat is a hero? I think he is just a murderer. In addition to being loved by the mob during the French Revolution, people with a little rationality think Marat is an executioner. Speaking of heroes, I

I think it was Charlotte Corday who was the one who assassinated Marat, she is the hero."