"Yes, I need to mention a little here, so that it will have a Mabuldulla-like feeling ...", Delier took the hand of a handsome boy, and did some graffiti on the canvas that people could n’t understand. These graffiti are often called "art" by normal people. Sometimes what art needs is incomprehension, otherwise why are artists proud of the world?

He felt the little hand full of masculinity in his hand, while gently resting on the boy's shoulder, greedily smelling the good smell on the boy. He felt like he was about to fly into the sky. If it wasn't for the last two **** guys still staring at him, he might take the little boy to the back room to discuss higher art.

Some eagerly retracted his hands, straightened up, looked at the drawing board in front of the other children, and nodded constantly. Although Delier's own artistry is still open to question, his ability to appreciate art is pretty good. Among these children, he is very optimistic about a girl and a boy. He believes that these two children have real artistic cells. In the future, if you can enter a good art school for further studies, you are likely to become a great artist.

When he was thinking about the many artists he had cultivated, and when the art world also rectified his name, a rough and brutal footsteps alarmed him. He turned a little impatiently, hugged his chest in annoyance, pouting slightly at the guy who destroyed the mood. He knew that person and was Mrs. Vivian's driver.

The speed at which he changed his face was just like the level of his artist. It should be super-class, and immediately changed his face to welcome him. When he was about to ask Mrs. Vivian why she hadn't come in, the driver spoke first. "The Lord Mayor invited you to come and hope you don't make me embarrassed."

He changed his face slightly. He arranged for an assistant to take care of the children, then arranged his dress and wiped off some cosmetics before returning to the mayor's manor with the driver.

This is the second time Delier has seen the Mayor up close. For the first time at the art auction organized by the Chamber of Commerce, he appreciated some works of art for Mrs. Vivian. It happened that the Mayor was also there, but both parties After saying hello to each other, I didn't say a word, and the Lord Mayor left directly. Therefore, this is the second time the two have met at a close distance, which makes Delier a little uncomfortable. He can't say why he feels uncomfortable, but he is a little flustered.

"I heard that the lady has been buying some expensive art from you, isn't it?" The Lord Mayor didn't ask him what he wanted to know, but the topic that was not important and had nothing to do was opened. Head, "I can see that the lady likes art, and that art is full of a storeroom."

Candelier only laughed while the Mayor was talking, and nodded continually. He knew the "real situation" of his artworks. To put it bluntly, it is nothing more than that he pimps the rewards for those noble ladies. Direct money exchanges are too easy to cause people to doubt, but this way of payment for buying art is much more normal. Because everyone's ability to appreciate art is different, maybe you think a certain piece of art is worthless, but in the eyes of those who like it, it is priceless. This controversial and extremely ideal payment method saves Delir a lot of trouble and is also sufficiently concealed. To this day, many people still don't know what his real business is.

"How much money do you think your so-called artworks can be worth?", The Lord Mayor smiled and looked very kind, but I don't know what happened, Delir always felt that the Lord Mayor was very dangerous.

"Probably ... worth some money?" Delier tried to say carefully, seeing that the Lord Mayor had no clear objection, he breathed a sigh of relief and continued: "Art is actually difficult to understand. It's like Mr. Mark's 'Genesis'. It just smears a circle drawn by multiple colors on the canvas. I can do such painting techniques and results, but the meaning of what I paint is far away. It is far from being as high as 'Genesis'. "

Sunda said earnestly: "Everyone has a position in the heart of art, either high or low, but art itself is priceless!"

The mayor nodded his head earnestly, "What you said makes some sense, but I asked big artists from Theodore and the capital to taste the artworks you sold to your wife, and they told me that things are even apprentice's Works are not necessarily comparable, do you have any opinion on this? "

Of course, they are not comparable. Those are just graffiti made by children. The real purpose of their existence is to cover up “funds”. How could it be possible to sell real artworks to these noble ladies? Delier just smiled awkwardly at this ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ and did not raise any objections, he would know that it is more meaningful to shut up than explain at this time.

After seeing the fire, the mayor slowly said, "I understand what you are doing and what they are doing. Now I don't want to care about so many things. You just tell me who the wife has been with recently. "

Gadrill was silent. He knew that one day someone would see through his business, but he didn't expect it to be so fast. He didn't expect that the status of the person who saw his business was so high.

"Don't want to say it?", The Lord Mayor shook his head, "Or do you think that silence can counteract problems you can't avoid?"

Delier remained silent. The next second, the Lord Mayor reached out and picked up several kilograms of crystal ashtray on the coffee table, and slammed into Delier's head severely. People always say how hard the bones may be. The bones are really hard, but the flesh is very soft. Blood ran down the forehead, and Delil's eyes were dark, with some flashes blooming, and the dizziness of the sky turned him off his attention.

With a snoring sound, Delil's head shook to the side again, and the heat in the nasal cavity couldn't stop rolling out. He reached out and touched it. It was not blood, but a clear liquid. When he felt the danger again, he realized that he would hold his head with both hands. The severe pain of the arm injury made him scream at this time, but the Lord Mayor had already ordered that no one should come in.

瞧 "Look, keeping a secret may require paying the price of life, but speaking, you will not lose anything." The adult mayor gasped slightly, threw the crystal ashtray back to the coffee table, and sat back again. He took the handkerchief out of his pocket, wiped the blood on his hand, and the dazzling red stained the handkerchief.