Stendhal Syndrome [Entertainment]

It was only after nine o'clock when Meroving got off the plane. The weather was fine, with flowing clouds covering the blue sky, and the clear sky made people feel good when they saw it.

The phone rang and he answered, "Brandon?"

"It's me, Lance, are you here?"

"Well, I've been to Florence, where are you now?"

Brandon smiled, "We're still at the Biennale, and we're going to have lunch with the curator, Mr. John Speck. I guess your flight will be in time, so let's come together."

"Well, speaking of it, Mr. Spock and I haven't really met each other yet, so it's good to get to know each other this time."

"By the way, I found a few newcomers who are pretty good. How about Lance, do you want to fire them? Believe me, I can fire them and make the whole of Europe go crazy for them."

"I'll go and have a look." Meroving said as he walked out, "I believe in your taste, but it's fine to leave it to others. We have more important things to do."

"How did you go back and talk to Cecilia this time? The rest of your family is notoriously difficult to talk to, and Cecilia and Dulcey are also difficult." Brandon strikes while the iron is hot, "So Ah, hurry up and finish that movie, or I won't be able to hold on anymore. Boss, I can't do these things for you no matter how much money you give me. "

"I know, wait until I finish filming."

"Okay, okay, who made you fall in love and can't extricate yourself, but I said, do you love oriental faces in your blood? Your grandmother is Chinese, and Dalcy, whom Cecilia fell in love with, is Chinese, although I don't know. How is Total West better than me, of course these are all in the past. Now you are the same."

"Maybe," Meroving said, "but I only love Mo Ci's oriental face."

"I just love oriental faces." Brandon repeated imitating his tone, "It's really enough, your movie has been filming for a few months, is there any progress in your relationship? Lance Meroving, really, except for Cecilia, I've never chased someone for more than a month, and you haven't heard anything for five months, so I can't help but doubt your progress."

"Perhaps, in a short time, I won't have any progress with him." Meroving said, whether it is the ones mentioned by Brandon or Cecilia, or the emotional attitude that Mo Ci originally held, it is decided Without them, at least in a short period of time, there will be no progress.

"Ah? Well, I'm not responsible for your relationship. I can't do anything about it." Brandon sighed, "It's like I can't get Cecilia. People always ask for it." You can only grow if you don’t have something to do. Don’t talk about it, just take a taxi and I’ll send you the location.”

"it is good."

People who are tired of the classical monopoly of the art world gathered together to hold the Florence International Contemporary Art Biennale, attracting thousands of people to come here to participate in a carnival of art, which sounds full of romance, but in fact Hidden behind the romance on the Internet are all kinds of things linked to money.

After arriving at the exhibition hall, Meroving went to the location he had positioned, and stopped before he reached the exhibition hall.

The lights are bright, and a huge painting hangs on the white wall opposite. The strong and bright colors are splashed and rippling to form a shape that looks like a starry sky and a flower bush. The huge impact is oncoming. Of course, the most important thing is to stand in front of the picture people.

The other party was wearing a white windbreaker, a clean color in front of heavy oil paint.His black hair fell loosely behind him, with his arms crossed, his gaze fell on the painting, flickering with sporadic lights.

Meroving took a few steps forward and stood side by side with him, "Do you like this painting?"

Hearing this familiar voice, Mo Ci didn't turn his head, his eyes were still looking at the painting, "Well, this kind of warm feeling is like life. Although the brushwork is not my favorite, it is still very good overall. .”

"If you like it, you can buy it."

Mo Ci put down his arms, "I've met this author, and he said he doesn't want to sell."

"Actually, it's okay to buy if you want to. If you choose to come to an art exhibition, you will always have something to look for." Merovingen is a typical businessman's way of thinking. He always wants something when he comes to an art exhibition, no matter how noble he tells himself, it doesn't matter. As long as you like it, it's just a painting, and you can always get it.

"It's not necessary, although I like it, but this kind of liking will not require too much attention for it. It's not necessary, just appreciate it. Maybe if you look back, there will be other new loves. I am Notoriously half-hearted and half-hearted.” So he met with the painter and asked a question, but the other party was not willing to tell him that art is priceless, such a boring thing, so he smiled and stopped. this topic.

Meroving was silent for a while, "Yes, maybe it's not something I particularly like, and it's really not worth wasting time to have."

"Are you done with your affairs?"

"I've dealt with it a bit, so I'm back." Meroving blinked at him, "Besides, I have to film, the director and crew are here, so I always want to come back."

"At least today is still a rest day." Mo Ci raised his chin at him, "If you are fine, can we have dinner together at noon?"

"I have an appointment and I can't go. Why don't we have dinner together at night? I'll treat you."

"Alright." Mo Ci raised his hand and made a phone call, "Call me when the time comes."

"Okay, then I'll go first."

Meroving took a few steps, and then dialed Brandon's phone, "Brandon, where are you now?"

"I'm at the door of the second exhibition hall now, have you arrived yet?"

"Here, I'll come over right away. There is one more thing, work No. 45 in the third exhibition hall, help me buy it."

Even if you don't have that deep liking, it's better to have it than not to have it.

No matter what that feeling was, he still wanted this person.

After eating with John Speck, Brandon bumped Meroving with his elbow, "Hey, why did you suddenly ask me to buy a painting for you? I've seen it, and that painting doesn't look like what you like style, and to be honest, I think that although it has aura, the brushstrokes are still a bit clumsy, the author should be young and lack some experience."

"I suddenly want it." Merowen said, "What's more, you also said that he has aura, and if you hype it properly, there will be good returns. This is an investment that can see the future."

"Okay, I'll help you out. I talked to Mr. Spock just now. I think we can increase investment and sponsorship for the next Biennale. Contemporary art is still quite interesting, and it will definitely bring good returns. It’s an investment that sees the future.”

Meroving took a sip of red wine, "In business and business, I don't think what you care about is whether modern art is worth seeing. The biggest difference between modern art and classical art is whether the author is still alive, holding a spiritual and talented artist. Charismatic author, hold him up, and he'll be a liquid money bank. As long as nothing else goes wrong, it's a lucrative business."

Brandon looked at him with some disgust. In fact, they didn't need to do these details. This time, they came because of other cooperation with the Biennale. By the way, let's see if there are any good seedlings.But Merovingian's reaction directly tore away the veil on the surface, revealing a clear relationship of interests. "It's really hard for me to understand how you coordinate the romanticism and utilitarianism in your cells, Merovingian, a businessman like you is really terrible."

"Actually, we are all the same, but I said it more bluntly, so it sounds a bit harsh." Meroving recalled the artworks I saw today, "What's more, just take the artworks I saw today Speaking of it, it’s far from a feeling that I’m willing to dedicate my life to.”

"The ones that can make you feel like this are all in your home, and the ones you can't buy are mostly stored in famous museums. According to your standards, it doesn't make you feel willing to dedicate yourself to art. Is it normal?" Brandon shook his head, "Your vision is too high."

"Didn't I also buy the ones that are cheap but of great value? I'm not a price advocate."

"That's right," Brandon smiled, "Hey, do you have time tonight, come and have a drink with me? I'm going back to Paris tomorrow."

"No, I promised to treat Mo Ci to finish the meal."

Brandon made a heart-pounding expression, "Oh my god, can't it be, isn't it enough to see you every day during working hours? I didn't chase your sister Cecilia so much when I was chasing your sister. Bar?"

Meroving smiled decently, "That's why Darcy became Olier's father, and you are not even Olier's godfather."

Brandon felt his heart ache even more, but he still felt that he had to set Merovingian's point of view, otherwise he would not have the chance to drink together in the future. "Honey, it has nothing to do with chasing diligently or not. It's just because Cecilia loves him but not me. Pursuing is just an attitude. If you can only get it by pursuing, then what you get is just moving. Or something like that, without love."

Meroving was silent for a while, then looked at him with downcast eyes, "Oh, so you know."

"..." Brandon felt that it was great that he could maintain a decent smile under such circumstances.

Meroving raised his hand and looked at the time, "It's already three o'clock, let's go Brandon, we can't taste red wine anymore, we need to do some business."

Brandon felt that he had lost his soul, and he sat on his seat, "No, Mr. Meroving, you are right, let other people do these things, you go after people, and I am here to heal alone The wound is healed."

"Okay sir," Merovingian stood up, "goodbye."

"..."

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(1) John Speck has been the curator of the last four editions of the Florence Biennale.At the same time, Spek is also an aesthetician and art historian.

I want to tell you one thing, I wanted to tell you two days ago, I wanted to write a stalk, but the speed of my cp doing things was much faster than my writing speed, and I lost to them.There should be a "smiling" emoji here.