Madman 5.20 (added)
The old artist was so scared that he finally let F4 go after blocking them for three years.
A strong smell of urine filled the venue.
F4 laughed, put the gun away, and pulled the trigger on his own palm.
A little yellow chick popped out of the gun barrel, letting out a strange "cluck-cluck" sound.
This is a toy gun for children's pranks.
"The art you insist on is nothing special."
Chesia broke the little yellow chick off: "Don't you think you look a lot like this chick that just clucks?"
“You’ll behave once you’re stripped naked.” Chesia gave the other a malicious smile, released her fingers, and let the little yellow chick fall onto the old artist’s trembling face.
In the dim and cold exhibition hall, there are many wax figures that look like cattle, horses, snakes and gods. Some are shot and coughing up blood, while others are lying on the ground, struggling in pain like maggots in a sea of excrement.
It's more like a morgue than an exhibition hall.
The oil painting, resembling the flames of hell, depicts a child struggling to run amidst the flames of war, his half-lost arm in disarray. Behind him, his incapacitated family members desperately urge him to escape, yet cannons are already aimed at the child from the shadows. No matter how hard he tries, he cannot escape his fate of death.
Under the blue fluorescence, there is a dark ukiyo-e print: a giant spider with the head of a beautiful woman, disheveled hair, and a rumpled kimono, with a dead man beneath it, his eyes wide open, and a spider egg inserted into a scar by sharp mouthparts.
There were also countless butterflies with bizarre patterns, their chests and abdomens fixed in place by sharp needles, the patterns on their wings resembling pairs of eyes, as if glaring resentfully at all living beings.
On the other wall, there are countless Japanese Noh masks that look like they are both sad and happy, crying and mad, and at first glance they look like a bunch of heads.
Chesia stood behind the stage at the autograph session signing autographs, while the people in line trembled like quails.
Visitors to the exhibition seemed to be coerced, walking slowly and awkwardly like puppets, as if afraid of doing something wrong and angering the great deity.
Watching Chesia enthusiastically playing the "Great Artists Are Loved by the People" game, Anru, a person of high taste who always pursues understated luxury and elegance, was utterly speechless:
"I'm saying, is it really meaningful for you to force your underlings to stand in line and act like a great artist?"
"This is interesting, absolutely interesting."
"At my command, everyone must come and support me."
"Didn't you come too?"
Anru spoke very bluntly: "I'm not here to support you."
"Then what are you doing here? Get out of here right now. Goodbye."
Anru smiled but remained silent. His real purpose in coming to this exhibition was not to argue with Chesia.
His goal was to steal Lin Xue's thunder.
He absolutely could not allow the person he favored to have a private, one-on-one conversation with Chesia.
Even if Lin Xuele comes, he can secretly sabotage the first meeting between Chesia and Lin Xuele.
Chessia's flamboyance and instability serve as a contrast to his own understated elegance.
That way, even if they meet again later, I won't be afraid of being overtaken by them.
To achieve one's goals, one must stop at nothing.
Anru stood up and walked around among the wax figures. Seeing a bunch of avant-garde art that looked like demons and monsters, she frowned and rolled her eyes inwardly.
"I wouldn't want to keep your artwork at home even if you paid me to."
"I'm worried that I'll have nightmares if I get up at night."
"Stop being so narcissistic. It's like someone's going to give you a gift."
“Even if you kneel down and beg me, I won’t sell it to someone like you who has no taste in art.”
"Artworks will choose those who like them and abandon those miserly people who have nothing in their hearts but money and interests."
"Besides, isn't this quite suitable for you? Doing too many bad things can ward off evil spirits," Chesia mocked.
"How many people have gone into heavy debt to buy those useless luxury goods? In the end, they have no choice but to join gangs or even make movies to pay off their debts?"
Aru: "They don't manage their money, how can you blame me? I've been reminding them to spend rationally and within their means. They're the ones who want to put on a show."
"Besides, isn't this a good thing for you?" Anru said meaningfully.
"Good news my foot! You don't think our Anubis family is embezzling, do you?" Chesia bluntly stated, kicking away the way Anru had offered.
“It’s not impossible.” Anru’s gaze was sharp, like that of a cunning hawk, as if she wanted to pierce through flesh and go into Chesia’s mind to see what this seemingly crazy lunatic was really up to.
Chesia's mouth was like a bullet from a Gatling gun, uttering hurtful words: "I also think that your Feidu family are traitors who secretly transferred Shilan funds abroad and colluded with foreign forces."
"You bourgeoisie have no country."
"You can't just say things like that." Anru made a shh gesture. "You're saying that in a shopping mall, in front of everyone?"
"So what if I told you?" Chesia said dismissively. "Do you really care about that?"
"If you bring two cases of Nutritional Express to the president's house, he will sign a pardon for you."
"In Shilan, the only thing that can worry us is the other aristocratic families."
Both of them burst into laughter that only aristocratic families could understand.
Anru then shifted the topic to Chesia's terrible, niche, and bizarre artworks, while maintaining a carefully crafted polite demeanor:
"But even though it's unpleasant to say, I still have to say it."
"Does anyone voluntarily pay money to buy your artwork?"
Even if it's just one person?
Chesia hummed a little tune in a light tone: "No."
"Then what are you so happy about?" Anru often felt helpless, as if she didn't know what the lunatic was thinking.
"To force people to buy what they consider 'a pile of shit' under my tyranny is more gratifying than producing a mountain of gold."
"Don't you think it's satisfying to reverse the boundaries between beauty and truth through force?"
"Under the rule of power, even if everyone knows what is beautiful and what is ugly, they can only lie and talk nonsense, just like the adults in The Emperor's New Clothes."
"Even a fart from someone at the top of the pyramid smells good."
“And the weak, even if they are right, will be labeled as heretics.”
"Whoever controls force controls the world, and also controls beauty."
"Compared to using force, racking one's brains to make oneself beautiful, to make one's art beautiful, is a bit too humble."
Instead of trying to please someone like that, just put a gun to their head and ask, "Do you feel good now?"
Aru, who is particularly concerned with the understated elegance defined by high society, cannot understand this:
“Perhaps you really are as your father said, born with the ability to inherit the family business…” Before Anru could finish speaking, Chesia’s face fell.
"Do you want to become a wax figure too?" Chesia glanced at him.
“Your tricks won’t work on me.” Anru smiled and waved her white-gloved hands in front of her chest. “Others may not know, but the four of us grew up together. How could we not know that you seem crazy on the surface, but you’re actually incredibly steady?”
"You won't do anything that can't be salvaged."
"Haha, really? How come I didn't know? Do you know me that well?" Chesia's tone was laced with sarcasm and hostility.
"Now I'm thinking about how to make your allowance evaporate by 60% overnight."
Why such a precise percentage as 60%?
"Because I am really making a plan."
"You're lying to me. You only passed your advanced math exam by holding a toy gun to the teacher's head."
"You use the same formula every time. You really lack creativity. No wonder nobody likes your paintings."
"Your Feidu family is truly creative! You've created a hundred children, creating a power struggle among the sons. I think I should say goodbye to your remains now. Perhaps the next time we meet, you'll have been assassinated by your siblings and be lying in a cold coffin, turned into a human sausage."
"When the time comes, I'll tell the next Aru about your embarrassing moments. I'll tell her how you cried so much when you couldn't get a French cake as a child, and your snot was all over the floor. I put a bubble ring under your nose and you blew a long string of bubbles with your snot. I even took a picture. If you dare to disobey me, I'll expose your embarrassing photos."
Anru shrugged nonchalantly, "Then you're welcome to expose it."
"Let everyone judge for themselves, and see if you're the naive one, or I am."
“You bring up something that happened when I was five years old every day.”
"Who chopped the horsehair worms into mincemeat because their pet praying mantises were killed by them?"
"Who washed all the pollen off the butterfly? It cried so much because the butterfly died."
“It’s you, Chessia.”
"A coward who only knows how to cry when things go wrong."
Chesia: "Isn't it normal for a four-year-old to cry?"
“I stopped crying after I turned four, which makes me better than you.”
"Back then, if I just threw you something I didn't want to eat, you would call me brother and say you wanted to recognize me as your own brother."
"Why are you going back on your word now?"
"Back then, I hadn't yet discovered your disrespectful behavior towards your elders, your seemingly loyal facade masking your true, chaotic nature," Anru sighed. "...Do we really have to keep hurting each other like this?"
Chesia: "You hurt me first."
Seeing that she couldn't win the argument against the other person's unreasonable arguments, Anru changed the subject at the right time: "Seriously, as someone who has known you for many years, let me give you some advice,"
"Stop messing around with your worthless, money-losing art. How much can you possibly make?"
"You'd be better off spending that time on your ocean liner business."
"I've heard that many debtors who dine and dash jump into the sea to escape, only to be eaten by sharks lurking near giant ships, and then their families demand compensation from you. Are you going to handle this matter or not?"
"Even if I had one-tenth of your strength, I wouldn't encounter this kind of situation."
“If you don’t care, I’ll provide them with legal aid.”
"It doesn't matter whose money you make, it's still making money."
"You'd stab your brother in the back for money, huh?" Chesia scoffed.
"Who said we're brothers? We're just business partners," Anru said firmly.
When faced with self-interest, even true brothers can turn against each other.
Brother, what's that?
It's just a tool for making money.
He's not only willing to stab his brothers in the back for money; he'll also stab them in the back for someone he fancys.
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