Chapter 708 Tang Ze: This organization is so inferior!
“So, the old man has spent all his money on this house now?”
“It can’t be said that the teacher has been buying a house for many years. I’m still selling my paintings, and my income is pretty good.”
“Ah? Does that mean that the old man has to keep selling his paintings to make a living?”
“Huh? ...That’s pretty much what it means.”
"That's still very pitiful. It's really not easy..."
"It would be really pitiful if a painter couldn't make a living by selling paintings."
"Eh?"< br>
Conan, who was meditatively staring at the scene cut by skyscrapers outside the floor-to-ceiling window, was attracted back by the conversation next to him. The corner of his mouth twitched and he looked at Kitagawa Yusuke behind him, who could chat with elementary school students to death.
Don't tell me, it makes sense. After all, a painter with an overly individual personality like Kitagawa Yusuke will really starve to death if he can't even sell his paintings.
"But, didn't those famous painters, such as Van Gogh, work hard, and then wait until after their death for the price of their paintings to increase?" Taking over from Ayumi who retreated, Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya persevered in starting the topic. .
Kitagawa Yusuke looked back with a look that said, "You are asking questions knowingly." "That's because Van Gogh was a painter who was not recognized by the market during his lifetime. It's not that he didn't want to sell, he just couldn't sell it."
Still listening to the heart-warming chicken soup literature, Tsuburaya Mitsuhiko, who has not understood this aspect for the time being, can't help but be stunned.
After thinking about it carefully, Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya scratched his head without finding any logical loopholes: "But the teacher said that Van Gogh's mental condition was not very good, and that many of his creative styles were caused by a state of mental illness. The special perspective of seeing..."
"There is indeed a view that Van Gogh's choice of colors is due to a mental patient's tendency towards strong colors. However, I don't really agree with this speculation. "Kitagawa Yusuke shrugged, "Mr. Van Gogh never sold a single painting during his lifetime, and yet he could still live so hard and strong. They always say that he was driven crazy because he had to admit that he was living in poverty. Poor guy or something, it sounds like a stunt created to promote his legacy.”
At this moment, even Conan, who was not paying attention, moved his eyes towards him.
Kitagawa Yusuke’s ideas are different from those of many ordinary people, and are quite novel to children.
"How could he be driven crazy by poverty? A painter who is really driven by poverty would not have the perseverance to leave so many works." Kitagawa Yusuke pulled off the kimono on his body - it was the same as the last time they saw him Thinking about it, Ruyue Fengshui should have bought it for him, "I don't have much money. If I hadn't won the recognition of the grand prize and the teacher's favor, I would have lived like that until he was that old. But it’s not our fault that we are poor. It is the market and publicity that determine the price of our works, not our level of geometry.”
“…It makes sense.” Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya held his chin in thought for a moment. , "You mean, a successful painter should not be defined by his living standard?"
Kitagawa Yusuke, who has always been responsible for creating people, looked back with a matter-of-fact expression: "I mean, like Kisaragi If the teacher can be fully recognized by the market during his lifetime and buy a mountain for himself through painting, then it is better for creators like me and Van Gogh not to live.”
"Uh..."
After another moment of silence, he turned his kind eyes to the last elementary school student who had not spoken, Moto Kojima.
Don’t talk about art bacteria, Moto Kojima, who has never passed an art class, looked back with clear and confused eyes. Seeing Yusuke Kitagawa looking like he was waiting for him to speak, he thought for a while and said: " Then the old man still has the money to treat us to eel rice, right?”
“Hmm…!” Conan deliberately cleared his throat twice to interrupt Kojima Moto’s next speech. The owner overheard the matter-of-fact remark of the naughty kid, "In that case, Mr. Kisaragi's works are still relatively valuable?"
"It is indeed quite valuable. I asked around a little, no wonder Sister Tokiwa can earn enough Money to build a building." Tang Ze nodded and said with sincerity, "I don't know how she is at painting, but her business skills are quite good."
"What you're saying is..." Conan, who always felt that this was not a good word, raised his eyebrows twice and waited for Kitagawa Yusuke to say a new founder's statement.
"Teacher has been creating for decades and is one of the rare painters who maintains his creative state until old age. The number of his paintings is not so rare that they are treasures. I heard that Senior Sister Tokiwa started from Teacher Buying paintings, then hoarding them without selling them, and then using gossip to claim that he got a certain work from the teacher through the master-apprentice relationship. He can sell it, but he hopes to trade it privately... I don't know the details, but in short , while maintaining the shipment volume, she increased the price more than five or six times." Tang Ze shook his head and revealed all the information he had learned from Ruyue Fengshui's palace.
How can I put it this way, this hand operation is similar to Madarame in the original work. Ruzuki Fengshui was able to endure until the Twin Towers leveled the ground to raise a tall building, and then Mio Tokiwa hanged him on the spot. This can already show that this The master's xinxing is relatively stable.
“But don’t collectors have a circle? If she does this, it’s impossible to maintain the price.” Conan, who has a wide range of knowledge, blurted out.
"Yes, so if these people inquire from official channels, she will say that those are all fakes drawn by the teacher's students, and only the one she sells to him is authentic..." Tang Ze sighed with emotion, "If Van Gogh had the support of such a fancy art dealer who could talk nonsense, he would have been impoverished long ago."
"You kid, I haven't looked at you for a while and you are talking nonsense to me again." Ruyue Fengshui couldn't stand listening anymore and walked into the studio and slapped Tang Ze hard. "Where did you hear the gossip? You have this energy? If you just draw a few more strokes, the new exercise will have been completed already.”
“Isn’t what he said true?” Mouri Kogoro, who followed, frowned.
I don’t know whether Kitagawa Yusuke did it intentionally or unintentionally, but in short, during this piece of gossip about Mio Tokiwa hyping up the art secondary market, he played the volume quite loudly, making the two people standing in the corridor chatting awkwardly. Hear it clearly.
Although he had done some psychological construction, he still felt heavy when he heard that Mio Tokiwa's character was indeed questionable.
When he was in college, Tokiwa Mio was obviously an easy-going, cheerful, capable and pragmatic girl. He had always had a good impression of this school girl. He didn't expect that after joining the family company, she would actually reach this point step by step. .
"The fact is indeed the fact." Ruyue Fengshui put her hands up and looked at the huge floor-to-ceiling window in front of her, "And her lies may one day come true."
Whether it is What kind of creator, status, and mentality, works of art are mirrors that can reflect the author's mood and experience, and it is impossible to hide them.
And with such a building that makes people excited, it is unknown how many works as magnificent and spacious as before he can create in his twilight years.
Perhaps this is the reason why Mio Tokiwa blatantly ignored the wishes of his teacher and built the building even though he knew it would cause his dissatisfaction.
——She has made enough profits from herself and accumulated enough works, but the only thing left before the works in her hands can truly be hoarded is the death of Ruyue Fengshui.
If you can't kill him personally, murdering his creative personality and creative ability is also a good method.
“No wonder she insists on getting in touch with me.” Tangze nodded understandingly, “She probably needs the next target of hype.”
And it’s different from Kisaragi Peak who has been famous for many years. Water, a poor student with no foundation is undoubtedly much easier to handle.
"Why don't you let her work for you for two years first." Ruyue Fengshui squinted at the disciple, "Other people have to spend money to become my disciple, so I'm better off. Use my painting materials and use them in the studio. Damn, you don’t even have formal clothes when you go out to meet someone, so I have to prepare them for you.”
“Thank you, teacher, for your training.” Tang Ze climbed along the pole with a calm face.
"It's so cheap and so good. Go and paint. In your current state, next time there is any national award or other competition, you won't be as lucky as this time."
"You can do it two days ago. That's not what you said..."
"If you used Van Gogh to arrange me two days ago, I should have kicked you out two days ago."
"Pfft——" Mao Lilan, who had been admiring the paintings with great interest and was allowed to go to the collection room for a walk, came back and encountered such a scene. She couldn't help laughing. "Mr. Kisaragi and Kitagawa-kun are really close." After laughing, Mao Lilan looked at the master and apprentice, and was very pleased to think of Kitagawa Yusuke's previous state.
The students who were living in poverty were recognized by the old painter who was tough-talking and heart-warming, and they supported each other. In this way, Kitagawa-kun would not really experience a life like Van Gogh.
Listening to the two of them going back and forth, Conan, who was also quite amused, nodded, and at the same time secretly put down his subtle premonition.
With Kitagawa Yusuke, a promising student, carrying on the mantle, Kisaragi Minesui should not go to extremes because of the existence of skyscrapers.
The uneasiness I felt just now when I saw this unsettling scene outside the window, as if I saw a masterpiece being wantonly destroyed, was probably just a bit unfounded, probably.
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Kisaragi Hosui is not a kind old man, but with Kitagawa Yusuke present, he behaves like the neighbor's tough-tongued but not bad old man. Overall, the atmosphere is quite harmonious.
After eating Kisaragi Fengshui treated him to a meal of eel rice, Mouri Kogoro felt very relaxed when he sent these naughty children to Hara Jiaming's place.
When he took the children to the fourth floor, his good mood disappeared without a trace along with the increasingly pungent burning smell.
"Oops...!" Conan's eyes widened when he smelled the smell, and he rushed to the corner of the stairs without hesitation, took out the fire extinguisher, and rushed in the direction of 407.
He has just noticed that someone may be related to the black organization, and is currently investigating. He has not yet officially figured out the situation of Yuan Jiaming. At this moment, there is no need to think about where the fire is most likely to occur. .
It has only been two days, why has it developed to such a point? Could it be that Yuan Jiaming had some conflict with the organization, and the conflict can no longer be covered up?
"Conan, be careful!" Mao Lilan, who was following, stopped the primary school student who was about to open the apartment door, "Wait a minute, I'll go in and take a look first!"
I've already smelled it. There was a burning smell, but no open flames were visible from the outside. It was still unclear what was going on inside the house and what exactly caused the fire. Entering rashly could very well be dangerous.
"Give me the fire extinguisher. Go and check if there is still water in the water gun!"
"Cover your mouth and nose, be careful, and check the situation first!"
"Call the police and hurry up. If the fire spreads, it will be difficult to control!"
In the midst of the chaos, as the door of Yuan Jiaming's apartment was opened, he caught a glimpse of the house burning in flames. The whole scene came into Conan's field of vision.
The desk with multiple instruments and monitors was in a mess, and the fire was climbing up the large desk along the cables.
On the open screen, a few lines of text were displayed there. Due to the tilt of the monitor, it presented a strange and horrifying scene.
The contents of these white words on a black background were magnified to a large extent, and only one or two short phrases could be seen on each screen. The crooked words soon automatically formed a complete sentence in Conan's mind. .
"I found you. There's no use hiding in there without making a sound."
"Be careful! Don't lean over!" Noticing the sparks erupting from the electronic components, Mao Lilan grabbed them with quick eyes and hands. Conan rushed over there, "It might explode!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the computer host in front exploded in a burst of sparks, emitting a cloud of black smoke, and the content on the screen flashed twice. Next, completely disappeared without a trace.
And this brief moment was enough for Conan to see clearly the final cursive letters that occupied the entire large screen as if they were signatures.
"Kummel..." Conan gritted his teeth and read the name forcefully in his mind.
Once again, this guy is one step behind...
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“Ah, it seems that there is a lot of resentment.” Tang Ze, who was sitting in the car downstairs, rubbed it twice. With an itchy nose, he looked in the direction of Yuan Jiaming's apartment building and looked away with a smile.
How dare you blame him? Who inexplicably arranged the schedules of Kitagawa Yusuke and Hara Yoshiaki on the same day, causing him to chase them and have to race against time?
You can’t blame him for deliberately scaring people. If Yuan Jiaming really meets them, after Conan’s in-depth digging, Yuan Jiaming’s connection with the organization may be completely exposed. By then, Yuan Jiaming will be exposed. Jiaming's life is really in danger, and Conan's eyes will turn back to the machine that predicts appearance.
To be honest, the research and development line represented by this machine is itself very outdated. Many people in the organization probably do not want to see it completed. The people who push forward the project are mainly guys from Rum's group.
And behind this is a more speechless power struggle or something...
In short, it is not something that Conan and others should be exposed to and pay attention to at this stage, and the difficulty level is also That's not how it dances.
As for the little fright caused by rushing for time, just think of it as a small revenge for the unlucky guy who was forced to rush to the show.
"Let's go, Mr. Amuro. Yuan Jiaming is quite tough right now and may not be willing to cooperate." Karasawa withdrew his gaze and patted Yuan Jiaming, who was tied up tightly and unconscious beside him. "If you want to understand Rum's purpose, you have to rely on him as the main mole."
"Since Rum is willing to spend a lot of money to win over Jiaming Hara, he must win this project. Even if Jiaming Hara is gone, he will not give up." Toru Amuro, who was sitting in the passenger seat, took off his disguise. He put on the courier's hat and coat and started the car.
"He will definitely not give up, but I have confidence in his ability to get things done." Karasawa, who still maintained the appearance of Akechi Goro, squinted his eyes and smiled in line with his personality.
"If it doesn't work out, you just let him do it, right?" Amuro, who knew enough about Karasawa's style, shook his head in understanding.
“Isn’t this what we are doing now?” Tang Ze kicked Yuan Jiaming next to him and shrugged indifferently.
The programmer who was thought to be dead fell into the hands of Team Zero or something. Rum would not like this kind of plot anyway.
"I always feel that you are still planning something..."
"Don't worry, no matter what the idea is, I will not do anything that is not conducive to you. As for the future plans... I probably know Rum's plan."
"Oh? I'm all ears."
"How should I put it? It sounds really bad to not be able to find the boss's criminal organization... …”
(End of this chapter)