Chapter 499 Unique Works at Art Exhibitions

Claris certainly didn't know how much money Huertas had embezzled.

She roughly guessed: "Huertas was originally the commander of the Colombian garrison. After rebelling against Colombia and joining Panama, the wealth in his hands will only be more. In addition to paying Panama US$250,000 every year, the United States has heard that there are additional One hundred thousand was divided between Manuel Amado and Huertas. At the beginning, the 500,000 francs provided by the United States for the uprising were not spent... In the past few years, at least dozens of dollars have to be saved. Ten thousand francs, maybe more."

Americans, especially Wall Streeters, think that Zhao Chuanxin is rich and a new billionaire.

That is already the financial resources possessed by the top families in the United States.

But no one knew that Zhao Chuanxian spent the money on various investments, and the last money was left to Nikola Tesla’s laboratory.

Before leaving, after doing various shopping and leaving a sum of operating funds to the manor, Zhao Chuanxin had very little left in his pocket.

Clarisse was a little desperate just now, but now he is optimistic: "It would be great if I could light a fire and dry the clothes."

"What's so hard about that?"

Zhao Chuanxin now had a charcoal stove in his hand.

Claris looked at it in confusion, wondering how the charcoal stove could be made out of nothing.

Zhao Chuanxin did not explain, poured kerosene on it and lit the charcoal stove.

"In Panama City, it rained for 20 days out of November 30, which could cause a huge flood that would submerge all the houses on both sides of the canal," Cleris said.

This is actually a legend that has a long history since the canal was dug.

The legend has become more and more intense, and many residents have moved away from both sides of the canal.

There was also a novel in later generations, in which many legends about the Panama Canal Flood were fabricated.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't care about the flood, so why did he care about the monstrous weather?

Clarisse opened the oil paper bag he had brought with him when he left, and took out a dry skirt, as well as a new set of embroidered long shirt and shorts.

The latter was prepared for Zhao Chuanxin.

The style is loose, but a bit narrow at the shoulders.

Clarisse didn't even shy away from Zhao Chuanxin. He just turned his back and took off his original skirt. He wiped his body in front of Zhao Chuanxin before putting on the skirt.

No wonder Huertas fell in love with Claris. This woman's body was so amazing that she could be a model in future generations.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at it with a critical eye, his eyes fixed and his face very serious.

"Does it look good?" Claris suddenly turned his head and asked with a smile.

Zhao Chuanxin said seriously: "I didn't look. I was staring at the fire. Look at the fire. It's big and round. I really want to take a photo, but I'm afraid it will burn my hands."

Clarisse sneered: "How do you know it's hot if you don't take pictures?"

Snapped……

Captain Zhao never tolerates others.

Claris couldn't stop laughing: You're so awesome.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand and said, "My hands are two doors, but I have a more powerful weapon that I keep secret."

Claris had large eyes and clear eyebrows, a characteristic of Panamanian women.

She blinked her eyes: "A long time ago, there was only daytime on this land. People hunted birds, played, and fished. They were very tired, but they couldn't rest without night. So they found the Ball of Night. But the night shrouded it, and it was gone. They couldn't work during the day. So they figured out a way to hide the ball of night under caves and rocks, so day and night alternated..."

This is a myth and legend passed down from there when Panama joined the Colombian Union.

Zhao Chuanxin thought for a moment: "Are you trying to explain that people need to reconcile yin and yang? I'm good at this."

"No." Clarisse couldn't help laughing: "I just want to say, I'm so tired, I need to rest for a while."

"..."

Clarisse waved: "Come here, let's rest together for a while."

Zhao Chuanxin said in his heart, if you want to do something, just say it. Why use rest as an excuse?

Although I will resist, it will not be violent.

Zhao Chuanxin went over and sat down. Clarisse stood side by side with him, leaning against the wall of the passage and closing his eyes.

Within a minute, my breathing became even and I really fell asleep.

Zhao Chuanxin: "..."

These silly bitches are really tigers.

But somehow, Zhao Chuanxin also felt relaxed. Listening to the sound of the pouring rain outside, he fell asleep soon after.

…

New York, USA.

American Art Institute Exhibition.

Hamilton Fish is one of the most acclaimed landscape painters alive today.

Today's art exhibitions include not only American art exhibitions, but also art exhibitions from all over the world.

Artists who want to make a name for themselves put their works on display.

Naturally, Hamilton Fish cannot be missed.

He glanced at the paintings on the wall one by one and found them boring.

Until he came to a painting that looked like a sketch and a sketch.

In this painting, a corner of a woman's large-brimmed hat is exposed, as well as an arm that is obviously a woman's.

With her slender and beautiful fingers, she touches the tulips beside her.

In front of the woman is a sea of ​​flowers that stretches as far as the eye can see.

No signature, no mark.

Of course the art exhibition has a name. The name of this painting is - The Man I Miss.

Hamilton Fish frowned, then unfolded, frowned again, and unfolded again.

Overall, the pencil drawings are somewhat underwhelming here.

The front ones are basically oil paintings.

But this painting made him feel very interesting.

It was obviously just a simple black and white light and shadow performance, but it made him feel the color.

He could feel the warmth of the sun shining on the sea of ​​flowers. They were just simple flowers, but the layered tulips and the layout of the scenery made Hamilton Fish instinctively feel that this painting gave him an exotic feeling.

This is definitely not the United States, nor China, nor France, nor the United Kingdom.

An idea flashed in his mind: it was Holland.

The woman and the tulip she touches between her fingers are the clearest, but later on they become gradually scrawled and drawn carelessly, like a child's graffiti.

However, only in a certain period of art history, the more like a painting is, the better the painting is. At other times, the quality of the painting is not judged based on realism.

Hamilton Fish slapped his head: "Wonderful! When he painted this painting, the author must have been missing someone and couldn't wait to see her, so that he gradually lost his patience. This is a guy who doesn't have much patience, but instead... This painting is given a soul. Judging from the performance of the painting, it should be painted by a young man. But from the perspective of painting skills, it looks like a middle-aged person, which is really strange."

At this time, a middle-aged woman who still retains her charm spoke up and said, "What you said surprised me. You painters can really tell the author's character from the content."

Hamilton Fish looked at the woman and felt that she looked familiar.

He smiled: "Each work wants to express something different from everyone's understanding. But there must be resonable emotions in it. The author of this painting has superb skills and a bold layout of the scenery, but What I can confirm is that he has passed the stage of showing off his skills, he is wandering around and doing things spontaneously. This painting should be painted by him casually, not deliberately."

Some very powerful painters, in the later stage, did not consider the painting skills they had learned at all. What they painted depended on their mood and just scribbled freely, such as Van Gogh.

Many painters have said that children's paintings are the most beautiful.

The beautiful and elegant middle-aged woman pointed at the author's name: "Look, who is the author?"

Hamilton Fish was somewhat short-sighted, but not severely so.

Most of the works are signed, but this one only has a small introduction below that says he needs to put on glasses first.

He took a closer look and said, "Hiss...Zhao Chuanxin? Is he the butcher from the Far East? He also knows how to paint? It's incredible."

The introduction column reads: Author, Zhao Chuanxin. Painting holder, Thomas W. Lawson.

"Yeah, I'm surprised too, but it's reasonable. Anyone who underestimated him will suffer a big loss!" the middle-aged woman said with a smile.

"Do you recognize him?"

"I don't know." The middle-aged woman denied. "But those of you who have read the newspapers recently, don't you know about Zhao Chuanxin?"

"You have a point."

The middle-aged woman smiled, nodded politely and left.

Hamilton Fish felt that this woman looked too familiar, and the feeling of déjà vu lingered in his mind.

Suddenly, he remembered that he had seen her from a distance at a banquet many years ago.

At that time, she seemed to be with Da Luo.

Falk is the First Lady.

A painter who was familiar with Hamilton Fish came to join in the fun.

"Hamilton, what's so good about this? All my students can draw better than him."

Hamilton Fish said: "Would you like to see it again?"

"Huh? The layout of the scenery is a bit interesting, but that's it. It can't be put on the stage."

"Look at the author's name."

"Hiss...Zhao Chuanxin?" the man exclaimed.

He didn't suppress his voice.

Everyone around looked over in surprise.

If Zhao Chuanxin is here, it may seem dangerous, but in fact it is not safe at all.

When everyone saw that there were no Chinese at all, everyone was polite and relieved, but at the same time they became angry.

The man pointed at the painting aggrievedly and said, "I'm not saying that Zhao Chuanxin is here, I am saying that here is Zhao Chuanxin's painting, the painting of The Butcher of the Far East. The owner is Thomas W. Law, the new upstart on Wall Street." Sen."

Everyone was shocked.

I'll blanch, will Zhao Chuanxin's paintings be included in the art exhibition?

Did Zhao Chuanxian himself bring it?

At this time, a voice sounded: "Haha, the nouveau riche you mentioned is here."

The painter turned his head in astonishment and saw Thomas W. Lawson holding a half glass of whiskey and looking at him with a smile.

The painter's face changed slightly. Three points were due to the embarrassment of being caught speaking ill of people behind their backs, and seven points were due to the fact that Thomas W. Lawson had a close relationship with Zhao Chuanxin and he was afraid of being beaten.

"Well, Mr. Lawson, I was just quick to talk for a moment, please forgive me."

Thomas W. Lawson's smile never diminished: "It doesn't matter, I am a nouveau riche, you are right. Let me ask you, how do you like this painting?"

Although he smiled, his eyes were fixed on the painter.

Thomas W. Lawson was good at controlling people's hearts, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to write casual articles and secretly manipulate the market many times.

Under double pressure, how can a painter dare to say no?

He highly praised: "It's very good. This is the best painting I have seen today, bar none..."

The artist praised the artist's compositional skills, painting skills, conception, and every angle he could imagine.

It is said that there are few in heaven and none on earth.

Not all those who come to visit the art exhibition are artists, but more of them are wealthy people.

The artist's net worth needs to be raised by these people.

Do they know anything?

I was drooling when I heard the painter praise it. I really thought this painting was very good.

Thomas W. Lawson asked Hamilton Fish again, "What did this gentleman say?"

I promise to update more this month, but the top priority is to stop staying up late and change my routine to stay alive.