Chapter 740 - 338: The Technique’s Charm

Hamburg, imitating the "Tea Pavilion Inn" garden.

In the quiet study.

Old Yang handed the printed photo in his hand to Cao Xuan, and instead of walking away immediately, he smiled and said, "Like the leader of a hundred flowers, celebrated year after year. The young man seems to have quite a way with words."

He picked up the teacup on the table, poured water for the old man, his eyes vaguely lingering on Cao Xuan’s face.

Old Yang couldn’t help but feel curious.

When his employer saw this "special" work, what kind of reaction would he have?

The young man seems to have quite a way with words.

Old Yang only said half of this, there was another sentence in his heart that he didn’t say: he also seems to be quite good at painting as well.

Old sir’s feelings towards this painting of the purple waterfall cascading down are unknown to Old Yang.

Anyway, it gave him a fright.

Just joking.

An assistant is not like an agent, a partner progressing together on the path of art.

In the industry, there are indeed assistants and secretaries who only book flights, hotels, serve tea, and buy coffee, entirely assisting with life.

Old Yang prides himself on being a cultured person!

In his career plan, after Mr. Cao passes, he intends to become a high-level agent in galleries like Gagosian and earn big money.

Being an agent as a profession.

Agents with connections and resources have channels to develop clients and make money, but how many top-level agents are there without some big connections and cooperative avenues?

Otherwise, why would gallery owners spend one million dollars a year as a super high salary on them?

Connections and resources are the basic threshold across this profession’s chasm, wanting to stand out in the high-end field of the art industry alike.

Whether a painter or an agent, what do they rely on?

Since it’s called the art industry, when the glamor dissipates and all the workplace intrigues are calculated, in the end, to really settle things, it still comes back to the simple word "art."

Flattering, connections, experience, these things can all be imitated, they’re quick to learn.

But the understanding of art, the perception of the artist industry’s pulse, is a fundamental knowledge not purchasable with money and time.

Knowledge is the most precious wealth.

Those who deeply understand the word "art" can become indispensable partners and soulmates for artists.

The relationship between painter and agent can be more intimate and more loyal than marriage, not just idle talk.

For many seasoned partners in the industry, they may have a measure where wives can be swapped, but never would they swap an agent with unique artistic insights.

There have even been occurrences.

Some top agents have only represented one artist in their lifetime, and artists who have collaborated for years announce they’ll stop painting altogether after their agent passes away unexpectedly.

Painters and their career partners.

When the right ones meet, it’s like Bo Ya meeting Zhong Ziqi, a beautiful story of high mountains and flowing waters meeting a kindred spirit.

Previously, the art agent who made Monet and Reyno famous, modern Russia’s Alena Soboleva, Austria’s Taurus, Dongxia’s Ms. Chen.

These ace agents, currently earning in the billions, all started as artists and have played mentor or godfather-like roles in the career development of artists under them.

Being an assistant to such an artistic grandmaster, regardless, one should learn a few true skills from witnessing and hearing.

Focusing solely on practicing flattery and brewing coffee.

Mr. Cao doesn’t mind, but Old Yang himself feels at a loss.

He doesn’t have the fortune to be Mr. Cao’s partner, but if he could learn just a bit of skill and vision, it’s still very promising and lucrative to be a godfather to second or third-tier artists in the future.

Old Yang once suffered a loss on Gu Weijing’s artwork, not noticing the unique color orchestration by the other party.

In a fit of rage, he scolded him harshly.

One learns through setbacks, Gu Weijing, a small inexperienced fish in a professional project, was easily satisfied; an expensive set of custom painting tools could remedy the relationship.

No commoners around Mr. Cao.

If he ever makes a similar mistake again, offending some known and talented artist, even if Old Yang is willing to gift a convertible sports car, the recipient must appreciate it.

Thus, while Mr. Cao was having lunch and Old Yang printed the photos Gu Weijing sent over.

Even if he already convinced himself that this painting could not be good.

He still took a bit of effort, studied Gu’s gift to Mr. Cao for a few minutes, just in time to match it with Mr. Cao’s evaluation later, to train his vision.

Old Yang looked casually, giving it a quick glance.

Upon looking,

Damn!

His eyes almost couldn’t pull away.

"Gorgeous."

These two words were the first thoughts that emerged in Old Yang’s mind.

The brushwork was elegant and well-proportioned, used with balance and elegance, delicate yet not showy, composed with grace.

It truly is beautiful.

Old Yang has seen plenty of master-level techniques, so saying that this brushwork left him in awe and amazement might be stretching it.

But considering Gu Weijing’s age.

Reflecting on his rather immature brushwork two months ago at the Great Golden Pagoda, Old Yang still finds it somewhat unfathomable.

When Gu Weijing started at the Great Golden Pagoda, his greatest strength in being by Cao Xuan’s side was his authentic and traditional color mixing.