Start As a Lord In a Viscount

"Now you tell me, is it beautiful?"

After listening to Claire's words, Karen took a few steps back in fright, her lips trembling slightly.

"I...I don't know."

"Don't you know if it's beautiful?" Claire asked again, but in a tone that seemed to force Karen to make a decision.

Sure enough, Karen took a few steps back after hearing the question, shaking her head with dull eyes, "I really don't know..."

Now his worldview has collapsed, and the aesthetic standards he has always adhered to as a creed are actually imagined by himself, do not exist, and are constructed by others.

Claire didn't press on, but put the jewelry back on the tray and patted Karen on the shoulder.

He smiled: "Don't be so nervous, it's just a question."

After being patted by Claire, Karen also recovered, with a look of fear on her face.

Claire continued: "So do people really have their own aesthetics?"

Karen was not so sure this time, but replied tentatively: "There should be some, right?"

"Then do you think flowers are beautiful?"

"pretty."

"Then what's so beautiful about it?"

"A flower...it is beautiful in itself, its appearance and its fragrance...are addictive."

"Then do you feel this kind of beauty since you were a child? Or when you grow up to a certain age, someone tells you that flowers are a beautiful thing, and girls like this kind of things, so you set a standard for yourself and tell yourself that flowers are beautiful. It's beautiful."

"This... I don't know." Karen has become less determined, but what he can confirm is that he really didn't like flowers when he was a child, and although he doesn't like it now, he has already admitted it. It is a thing of beauty.

"You told yourself that flowers are a beautiful thing at the beginning, and later, as you deepened your understanding, you learned about various flower varieties, so your understanding of flowers has also improved a lot, and you feel that this kind of flower is better than Another kind of flower. But what is this standard? Is it defined by your own heart, or is it defined by someone else? They tell you that this kind of flower sells best, and you can buy a bunch for your wife and go back. She'll love it, so it's beautiful. It's the most expensive flower, so it's beautiful..."

Karen was silent, knowing that when a person thinks a thing is beautiful, he will look for evidence to convince himself. It's like a girl who has been let down trying to find evidence that the boy loves her. It's all based on the cause, and they all look for evidence to support their views. How can they find things that are different from their own ideas.

"Do girls also like flowers by nature? Will peasant women who farm the land prefer heading wheat, and budget-conscious housewives prefer more practical fruits?"

When Claire said this, the conversation changed again and returned to jewelry.

"What about jewelry? Is it the same? People tell you that this style of jewelry sells the best, so it's what most people like, so it's beautiful. Not because it's beautiful, so it sells The best of the best? Is cause and effect so reversed?"

Listening to Claire's words, Karen's thoughts returned to the time when she first joined the jewelry industry. At that time, she also felt that some jewelry did not feel anything, but it sold very well, and finally blamed it on herself. The problem is that I just entered the industry, so I didn't find the beauty in those jewelry.

Later, with the increase of my experience, there are fewer and fewer jewelry that I can't understand. Then according to what Claire said, have you framed yourself within the standards defined by those people? They have stipulated what is beautiful and what is not. For a long time, I have also fell into it.

"Lord Claire, I think I understand what you mean."

"What do I mean?" Claire smiled, and Claire didn't plan to go on. It was time to talk about whether people have free will.

"People don't know what the definition of beauty is at all, and there is no standard definition, and we can define them." Karen said, picked up Mason's jewelry and placed it in front of her, her eyes full of Obsessed, "These jewelry are really beautiful, much better than those made by Ona."

At this moment, Karen felt that her pattern had been opened, no longer confined to a small fish in a small fish pond, but jumped out, standing in the air and looking down at the peers still trapped in the fish pond .

Jewelry designers do not understand the beauty of jewelry, jewelry dealers do not understand the beauty of jewelry, and neither do customers. But these three interact with each other, and the mutual feedback has formed such a standard that everyone recognizes to define the beauty of jewelry.

But Karen now knows that those standards are not immutable truths, and the next thing she has to do is to change the current definition of jewelry beauty!

At the same time, Karen felt unparalleled self-confidence, he had a hunch that he would be successful this time!

Claire nodded in agreement, "That's good, but I prefer to express it in another sentence."

"What?"

"People don't know what they want, and our job is to tell them what they need." Claire tilted her head after speaking. "It's a lot more friendly to say that."

After speaking, Claire patted Mason who was standing beside him in a daze, "Go, say goodbye to Master Ona, and come with us."

Mason raised his head and took a deep look at Claire. There was a trace of fear in his eyes. He had learned something for more than ten years, but it was useless to be belittled by the other party. That kind of psychological blow is beyond anyone's understanding. arrived.

But at the same time, Mason's eyes are more full of surprises. If he follows the other party, then his dream may come true.

"Okay, I'll go back and pack up, wait a moment!" Mason didn't even plan to pack up his own jewelry, and put it on the ground and ran back into the house.

Not long after he entered, there was a roar from inside.

"Go away! Go away!"

"Come on with those two lowly businessmen, and let your soul be stained by those money!"

"You can never be a good jewelry designer!"

But Karen, who was waiting with Claire below, suddenly laughed and pointed at the villa.

"Now it seems that his arrogance is so ridiculous, exercising those self-righteous arts, thinking that he is higher than everyone else, and his aesthetic is the most noble."

"But he'd be just a poor old man without us jewellers using his work."

Karen now understands that these so-called masters are simply some slightly talented jewelry designers who came out as the times require, but their works just happened to be welcomed by the market at this time, so they have some initiative. If not for the creation of the times, then they probably don't know where they are thinking about how to make their jewelry more popular.

Not long after the scolding came out, Mason walked out with a simple luggage in some embarrassment.

When I saw Claire, I still showed a smile, "I'm ready, Lord Claire!"

"Let's go then." Claire waved, and Karen and Mason both floated up and slowly left Shaqui Island.