MTL - Miss Wen, Make Your Heart Beat-Chapter 261 small sign or mark
Chapter 261 Small symbols or small marks
"Xiao Ma? Are you sure their lawyer is Tang Man?" Lin Jun walked around the table and asked again in disbelief.
"Yes... yes, Mr. Lin, the name of the law firm is written on it. I can't read it wrong. They said that we held a press conference that day, which was completely slanderous and framed." Xiao Ma scratched his head and stammered. Baba said.
"Oh, so what about slander? What about framing? My junior brother is submissive and soft-hearted. I know it better than anyone else! Besides, they want to sue me. Is there any evidence?"
"That's right, Mr. Lin, you have been famous for a long time. These latecomers just want to gain popularity and attract the attention of netizens. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that his painting style is plagiarized from yours!" Xiao Ma followed Lin Jun for some years Yes, usually the most flattering.
Sure enough, Lin Jun gave him an appreciative look, told him a few words, and let him go out.
The room was quiet and silent, Lin Jun leaned on the recliner, tilted his head, closed his eyes and thought about the past.
After a long time, he slowly opened his eyes, with a hint of sternness in his eyes, junior brother, don't blame me for being cruel, who made the master favor you back then, if you want to blame it, blame you for being more talented than me, if you want to blame it, blame you for being more talented than me I want to eat this bowl of rice.
If you change your job and we don’t meet each other, you can’t threaten me, and I won’t make such a mess again.
Now that I am famous, rich and famous, I will never let you block my way of getting rich!
A few days ago, I heard that Lingxi Gallery was going to hold an exhibition for a painter named Lin An, and Lin Jun felt uneasy. The same name, the same painter, is there really such a coincidence in this world?
After much deliberation, he was still uneasy, so he tried to find a way to insert someone in, and took a look at the picture book. The familiar painting style and brushstrokes, he didn't need to look at the photos on the Internet, and immediately knew that this Lin An was his junior Lin An. install.
Lin Jun stroked the picture album with his fingers, feeling jealous. He knew better than anyone how powerful his junior brother’s paintings were. After so many years, his painting skills have become more and more profound, and he himself is busy with various marketing promotions. Participating in high-end receptions, the inspiration is getting more and more exhausted, and it is impossible to create good works.
No, he had to find a way to destroy him. Once Lin An became famous and became popular all over the country, where would he still have his place in the Chinese painting circle?
Every year on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, in order to celebrate the traditional festival of Lantern Festival, the Kyoto Academy of Painting and Calligraphy will hold the Ink Art Cup Competition. Many companies have invested in it. Although the battle is not as good as the Jincai Award Chinese Painting Competition in March, the gold content is also very high. He used to disdain to participate, but this year he has to show his hand.
He lied to him that Lin An's works were burned by the fire. Over the years, he sold a lot of them, but now there are only a few left. Lin Jun frowned. If this goes on, one day he will run out. A phone call brought in all the gunmen under his command.
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At this time, everyone in Lingxi Gallery and Wen Rui's studio was also discussing this issue.
"Mr. Lin, each work is usually signed by the artist. The paintings sold by Lin Jun are indeed stamped with his stamp. Think about it carefully, did you leave any special small symbols or small signs when you created them?" A mark or something?" Wen Rui took a sip of her coffee, and tapped her index finger on the table lightly.
"Small symbols or small marks?" Lin An closed his eyes and gradually fell into deep thought.
Nowadays, most painters have a strong sense of property rights. After a work is completed, most of them will leave their names or seals. Lin An generally doesn't like to do this, but he also has his own little method.
Lin An's eyes lit up, he patted his head and said, "Boss, I remembered, my stage name and special characters are in the painting."
How could he forget such an important matter? People really can't panic!
He turned excitedly and told Ye Zhiqiu to fetch his latest new work.
"Boss, Brother Luo, can you see what this painting is about?" After speaking, Lin An waved his hand, and asked the people around him to gather around.
"Mr. Lin, isn't this just an ordinary landscape painting? Could it be turned into a flower?" Ye Zhiqiu said jokingly, rubbing his chin.
Ye Gaojie and Luo Ming shook their heads, apparently seeing nothing.
Wen Rui stroked the edge with her slender fingers, thought for a moment, put on her long-stained glasses, leaned over to look carefully, and pointed her fingertips at the side of a stone, where Lin An's stage name was written The word Jinghe just used a special technique to integrate with the background. Few people in this world can observe it so carefully.
"Boss, you are so amazing, we can't help but admire you." Lin An really admired Wen Rui from the bottom of his heart.
"Mr. Lin praised me. I also heard from my master before that some painters will cleverly hide their names in the painting and blend with the background. It itself is a part of the painting." Wen Rui paused and smiled. Said: "It can be seen that Mr. Lin has a strong artistic thinking and is a veritable artistic genius."
"Wow, it's amazing!" Ye Zhiqiu's face was full of admiration, her face was almost pasted on the painting, if Wen Rui didn't say it, she wouldn't be able to see it at all, even though she still doesn't know much about it now.
"Not bad, very good!" Luo Ming praised without reservation, he felt that he really found a treasure this time.
Lin An was embarrassed by what some people said, he scratched his head, his face was still humble.
Wen Rui found several paintings that Lin Jun had auctioned in the past on the Internet. Without exception, Lin An's name was hidden in the paintings, either on the trunks of big trees, in the gaps in the jungle, or on stone tablets. Her eyes were dazzled, and only then did she see something tricky.
"I asked the public relations department to do public relations on the Internet this morning, and I sent lawyers' letters to those who spread rumors and make troubles. This matter should not cause any disturbance for the time being, but according to what Mr. Lin said, Lin Jun said this. He is cunning and insidious, there must be some conspiracy brewing behind him."
Wen Rui's beautiful eyes moved, her bright eyes raised slightly, she glanced at Lin An and asked, "Mr. Lin, do you reckon how many paintings of yours Lin Jun still has in his hand?"
"Boss, there aren't many more." Then Lin An laughed at himself: "He's been busy with various entertainments and appearing on TV these years, so I'm afraid he forgot how to write!"
"Although I have not been in Kyoto for long, I have also heard that there will be an ink art cup held during the Lantern Festival. In order to prove his strength, he will definitely participate this time. He has been famous for a long time. No matter what you draw, you will be said to follow the trend.
This competition is our chance. I will ask Broker Luo to sign up for you. You don’t have to worry about anything from now on. Just prepare your new work with peace of mind. I will arrange the rest. When the time comes, we will expose him on the spot and watch him How can you quibble? "Wen Rui spoke out slowly, with firmness in her tone.
She spoke convincingly, and the rest of the gallery agreed.
Lin An clenched his fists, and made up his mind that this time he would never give in to Lin Jun again and again in consideration of his childhood affection.
(end of this chapter)
