British writer

Goldsmiths College of Crafts and Entertainment, riverside on campus.

Pablo Picasso was facing the drawing paper with a frown, looking like he was thinking hard.

On the drawing paper are various strange shapes.

At this time, a voice sounded,

"So, you have a new job?"

Picasso looked back.

The visitor is Piet Mondrian.

Mondrian held an oil paper bag that could be held in one hand, which contained British national delicacies——

fish and chips.

Picasso was speechless for a while.

"I'm almost tired of this stuff."

Although he was complaining, he still picked a piece of fried fish and ate it happily.

The fried fish is crispy on the outside but tender and juicy on the inside. Paired with the special black pepper and salt, it will make people have endless aftertaste.

Mondrian rolled his eyes at the other party,

"Don't eat it if you're tired of it!"

As he spoke, he stretched his right hand back as far as possible, away from the other party.

The two got into a fight by the river.

There were passing girls passing by, and when they saw Picasso, they immediately covered their lips and smiled, whispering in twos and threes and running away from them.

Mondrian suddenly became unbalanced.

"You bald guy, how come you are so popular with girls?"

Picasso broke through the defense instantly,

"Go away! You're the one with the bald head!"

In fact, the hairlines of both of them are not very good, they just hurt each other.

After chatting for a while, the topic went back to the topic.

Mondrian asked: "I heard that you have received a new job at the Mirror?"

Picasso nodded,

"Well, it's an advertisement."

He looked at the sun above his head and estimated that it was almost done, so he rolled the drawing paper into a ball and prepared to throw it into the garbage bag he carried.

Mondrian stopped,

"Don't throw it away!"

He said and grabbed the drawing paper.

Both men took art seriously, but in different ways;

Picasso chose to get rid of the unsatisfactory works directly;

Mondrian will retain it to witness his own progress.

He unfolded the drawing paper and looked surprised.

“African indigenous sculpture?”

I saw that the graphics and lines on the paper all have a simple, simple, weird and rough feeling.

Picasso didn’t want to talk about his failed works.

"Don't talk about this."

He waved,

"Come, let's go to the Mirror office together."

Mondrian immediately followed.

In the past, when they went from school to Fleet Street, they would first take a carriage to the ferry, then take the boat and then walk.

But now, because of the success of "Jane Eyre" and "I Am Cat", both of them have made a lot of money, so their lives have been greatly improved. They can take a carriage directly to London Bridge and reach their destination.

The journey took about forty minutes.

The two jumped out of the carriage.

What greeted them was not a newspaper clerk, but a strong man covered in tendons.

The strong man seemed to know them,

"Mr. Picasso? Mr. Mondrian? Hello, I'm Percy Caro from Caro Foods."

Carlo extended his right hand.

Picasso knew the identity of Carlo Food as soon as he heard about it.

He took off his hat, saluted, shook hands,

"Mr. Carlo, how did you recognize us?"

Carlo's mouth curled up without saying a word, but his eyes couldn't help but glance at Picasso's reflective forehead.

The silence speaks.

Picasso's arm that shook hands with the other party froze, and his other hand calmly put on his hat.

Next to him, Mondrian tried hard to suppress his laughter, and gently tugged on the material at the elbow of Picasso's formal coat, asking his friend to withdraw his hand, and then changed the subject and said: "Mr. Carlo, this time we need Pablo to paint a full-page advertisement. ,Yeah?"

Carlo nodded repeatedly.

"Yes! I think Mr. Picasso must have seen single-frame cartoons. I think they are very good."

Picasso said a little stiffly: "Mr. Carlo, I have my own judgment."

Carlo replied: "Of course I believe you. Then let's... uh..."

Only half of the words are said,

His expression became a little subtle.

Mondrian asked in surprise: "What's the problem?"

"hiss……"

Carlo groaned like a toothache, with a constipated expression on his face, and said, "It shouldn't matter, come with me."

What is "should"?

Picasso and Mondrian were in a fog.

The two followed Carlo.

After entering the gate, they did not turn right to go to the editor's office, but walked straight forward and came to a room.

The heavy door was closed tightly, but it did not prevent the sounds inside from coming out.

"Miss Dale, I think you should ask your father to come over."

"No, no need. I can make my own decision."

"This advertisement involves tens of thousands of pounds, and you can get a considerable amount of compensation yourself, so please be sure to ask Mr. Dale to come over. He is the one who can take responsibility."

…

It seemed like two women were arguing.

Picasso looked at Carlo,

Carlo pouted,

"Oh, woman..."×2

The two said almost in unison.

Mondrian tried to lower his voice and asked: "What on earth is going on?"

Carlo replied: "Employment contract."

Picasso knew about the image ambassador because Lu Shi had said so when he handed the job over to him.

He couldn't help but be surprised,

"Contract? Didn't it reach an agreement?"

Carlo shook his head seriously and said: "With Professor Lu taking the lead, it is impossible for Princess Margarita and Miss Dale to fail to reach an agreement. The question now is who will sign the contract as Party B."

Picasso spread his hands,

"Just let Miss Dale sign it herself."

Carlo sighed,

"Miss Dale is only fifteen years old, and that contract..."

He stepped forward and said a number.

"What?"

Picasso gasped.

Carlo said: "You heard me right, the reward is that much."

Picasso nodded,

"That's why Her Royal Highness hopes that Miss Dale will ask her father to sign on her behalf. Well, I agree."

Carlo spread his hands,

"But, as you also know, Miss Dale is touring throughout Europe, acting as her own, being sought after by countless people ranging from princes and nobles to traffickers and footmen. She cannot simply be treated as an ordinary girl. She believes that she can be responsible for herself."

The father-in-law said that the father-in-law was right, and the mother-in-law said that the mother-in-law was right.

This matter is unclear.

Picasso couldn't help but feel dizzy.

In his impression, Princess Margarita was not an aggressive woman, so how could she refuse to give in?

Too strange!

He asked, "What now?"

Carlo scratched his head,

"Otherwise, why don't you go in and try to persuade me?"

Picasso:"……"

If he hadn't seen that the opponent was as strong as an ox, he would have really wanted to punch him.

Mondrian said: "How about I go find..."

Before the words fell,

Squeak——

The door was suddenly opened.

Margarita stood at the door and turned around and said: "Miss Dale, you are so irrational, then I can only... eh... you guys..."

She noticed three men.

Mondrian was the one with the most emotional intelligence among them, and he wisely said: "Your Highness, I heard that Professor Lu has taken the lead in creating a new advertisement. If he proposes cooperation, it will definitely succeed. Therefore, I came here to study."

When Lu was mentioned, Margarita's eyes softened slightly,

"'It will definitely succeed'..."

she repeated, looking back.

In an instant, the eyes of the two women met in the air, as if the Senate and the Senate had reached a consensus on joint rule and decided to temporarily shelve disputes and seek common ground while reserving differences.

No matter what, you have to get the job done first.

We can't let Lu Shi down!

Phyllis took a deep breath, hugged me,

"You three, please come in."

Margarita cooperated and opened the door.

Carlo hesitated for a moment and walked into the office first.

Unlike the chaos in Lu Shi's office, Margarita kept her office environment in order. All kinds of supplies were neatly arranged, and everything had a fixed location for easy access at any time.

Margarita said: "Mr. Picasso, I have already thought of a plan."

As she spoke, she took out the sketch,

"how do you feel?"

Picasso took a look and didn't know how to evaluate it.

All I can say is that Her Royal Highness should just be a manager honestly and don't get involved in specific business matters, otherwise it will be easy for an outsider to lead an expert.

And Phyllis also has her own ideas,

"Are you Mr. Picasso? Nice to meet you!"

After saying hello, she also handed over the drawing.

"How about this?"

After Picasso read it, he sighed in his heart,

There is indeed an intrinsic connection between the arts. Actors stand on the stage more often, and they do have a certain understanding of composition.

But, can this be said truthfully?

Picasso raised his head,

I saw Margarita and Phyllis both staring at me,

The atmosphere in the room became anxious.

"Ahem..."

Picasso coughed awkwardly, set up his easel, laid out drawing paper,

"Her Royal Highness, Miss Dale, I don't think you need to worry about this matter. Because I am the professional, leave the composition to me."

However, these words cannot be the final word.

Phyllis and Margarita meet again,

"Your Highness, I think your composition has no beauty!"

"I know! But this is advertising, not painting! What we want is to highlight the product of canned cats. Its importance in advertising is that canned cats \u003e me \u003e you."

“However, it’s impossible to attract consumers without aesthetics!”

…

This is another situation where everyone has his own reasons.

Carlo looked at us,

As a result, we just huddled there, shivering.

Picasso looked at the two women,

Their lips were trembling rapidly, like the lid of a kettle being boiled.

The strange thing is that Picasso couldn't understand them even though they were talking.

Instead, deep down in my heart, the sound of "Ode to Joy" seemed to be ringing.

In an instant, the impulse to create surged up.

Picasso picked up his pencil,

Along with the sound of "rustling", some wonderful lines began to form, as if the voices of Margarita and Phyllis were visualized.

Mondrian looked over and said,

"Pablo. Pablo!?"

Picasso had lost the concept of sound;

His world consists only of paintings.

Reluctantly, Mondrian quickly rushed out of the room and returned a few minutes later with Lu Shi.

The room immediately fell silent,

"..."

"..."

"..."

Margarita and Phyllis lowered their heads like children who had done something wrong.

Lu Shi looked around, with a look of helplessness on his face.

He said to Phyllis: "After drawing the original manuscript of the advertisement today, ask your father to come over and sign the contract."

Phyllis couldn't help but feel aggrieved,

She curled her lips,

"good."

There were thousands of thoughts in his mind, but he didn't refute Lu Shi.

Lu Shi curled his lips and said rationally: "Your dad is your agent, of course you need him."

The profession of artist agent emerged with the rise of the Hollywood film industry. In the early 20th century, there were not even commercial films, let alone agents.

Phyllis was puzzled;

"Agent? Agent for what?"

Lu Shi laughed and said: "To put it simply, they are middlemen. Agents collect commissions, negotiate on behalf of actors, and strive for better salaries and roles for actors. At the same time, they also help actors make the right decisions in their careers."

Phyllis was surprised: "Why can't you come by yourself?"

Lu Shi said: "Human energy is limited, and an actor's main job is to study acting skills and stand on the stage."

Phyllis liked to hear this,

She was convinced.

Lu Shi turned to Margarita and said, "Your Highness, what I just said also applies to you. The manager only needs to do a good job in business management, and leave professional matters to professionals."

Margarita let out a low "hmm".

So, everyone looked at the professional person.

What is inexplicable is that Picasso is looking at his drawing paper with an intoxicated face, as if he is enjoying the afterglow of some kind of pleasure.

Several people came over curiously,

It was a pencil draft,

Even though it's not painted, no one can argue with how creative it is.

Picasso used a flexible, layer-by-layer decomposition and powerful plane modeling technique to combine the body structures as he wished, and painted two girls.

These planes even transcend individual objects and encompass the entire surrounding space.

There is no doubt that Picasso completely negated the traditional painting since the Renaissance that regarded three-dimensional space as its main purpose.

Lu Shi couldn't help but think of "Les Demoiselles d'Avignon".

"This...this is Cubism!"

Picasso woke up from a dream,

He turned around, his eyes gradually regained their vitality, and looked at Lu Shi,

"Okay! What a great name! It's Cubism!"

In fact, between the Blue Period and Cubism, Picasso had another experience——

Rose period.

It is not difficult to tell from this name that it is related to love.

At that time, Picasso settled permanently in the Montmartre district of Paris and lived with Fernand Olivier.

Soft pink tones begin to seep into his canvases;

Within a few months, the warm, delicate rose red replaced the empty, abstract, heavy and depressing blue.

And now, because of Lu Shi's "butterfly flapping its wings," Cubism was born ahead of schedule!

Lu Shi looked at the painting again,

What is depicted in the painting is obviously Margarita and Felice,

Although the facial features were unrecognizable and even "intricate," anyone could tell that the two were arguing.

This is the magic of Cubism,

It clearly conveys the atmosphere of the two arguing.

Lu Shi asked: "What is this painting called?"

Picasso pondered,

It's called "The Girl Who Turned Blushing"?

or……

"The Girl in the Shura Field"?

Picasso felt that both names were very appropriate.

But he glanced at Margarita, his eyes stayed on Phyllis's face for a moment, and he swallowed the words as soon as they came to his lips.

He said: "How about calling it... Quarrel... "Girls in Quarrel"?"

This is a good name.

Lu Shi thought of "Les Demoiselles d'Avignon" again,

The theme of that painting is the connection between indulgence and death, because many people in France at that time became sick and died in pain due to indulgence.

Therefore, in the painting, the five women are naked and showing their sickly bodies;

Their bodies were entangled by the disease, and their faces showed fear and haggardness. There was even a face where all the facial features were in the wrong position, showing an elongated or extended state.

"Girls in Quarrel" also uses a similar approach.

Of course, the two girls’ facial features and bodies don’t give off a feeling that is morbid, but rather unyielding and stubborn.

Lu Shigang wanted to express his affirmation,

Unexpectedly, Margarita on the side spoke first: "That's not a 'dispute'."

Her voice was unusually smooth, with no emotion even audible.

"Gu..."

Picasso couldn't help but swallowed.

"That's...what's that?"

Margarita rested her chin on her hand, lost in thought, as if searching for the right words.

Phyllis on the side said: "I think 'fighting with reason' is more appropriate."

The tone of the statement leaves no room for doubt.

Miraculously, Margarita actually nodded in agreement and whispered: "Yes, there is not only right and wrong in this world. There are often times when two kinds of right collide. At such times, we must argue with reason."

Picasso looked at Lu Shi, blinked slightly, and sent out a distress signal.

"Tsk..."

Lu Shi was speechless.

He thought about it and said: "The name of "The Girl Who Strives for Reason" is too long. Why not call it... um... let me think about it..."

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning struck down and hit Tianling Gai directly.

Lu Shi suddenly became enlightened.

""Girls in Cooperation"! How about it? Isn't this good?"

Hearing this name, all the other males present,

Carlo, Mondrian, Picasso,

They were shocked.

And, an idea lingers in my mind,

Is this how women cooperate?

"hiss……"

Carlo took a breath and quietly gave Lu Shi a thumbs up.

This is called emotional intelligence!

High, really high.

On the other side, Picasso quickly put away the painting and replaced it with a new piece of drawing paper. At the same time, he couldn't wait to say to Lu Shi as if he was shaking off a hot potato: "Professor Lu, I will take this painting back and complete it, and then give it to him." You."

Lu Shi:? ? ?

Give yourself the pioneering work of Cubism?

If I remember correctly, Picasso's "Les Demoiselles d'Avignon" reached a transfer price of US$2.4 million in 1937.

This painting "Girls in Cooperation" should be the same.

He waved his hands and said: "No! How can this..."

Picasso immediately interrupted,

"Of course! You are the pioneer of the Eastern Painting School and my guide. What's the problem with accepting the painting?"

Lu Shi opened his mouth,

As a result, before he could speak, Picasso said again: "Professor Lu, you obviously accepted Mr. Monet's "Water Lilies", but you didn't accept my painting. Could it be that you don't like me?"

Even this direct ball provocation method was used.

Lu Shi was speechless,

"You... ugh..."

I have "Pictures of Admonitions of Women's History" and "Water Lilies".

There seems to be nothing more than a youthful version of "Les Demoiselles d'Avignon".

"Okay, I'll take it."

Lu Shi followed the good and followed the flow.

Picasso couldn't help but feel happy, and glanced in the direction of Margarita and Phyllis.

Fortunately it was given away!

He said: "Now that the two have reached a settlement... um... an agreement, let's get started."

He directed Phyllis: "Miss Dale, please pick me up."