Cosma Empire

"Yes, I need to mention a little here, so that there will be a Mahbudulla style feeling..." Delier held the hand of a handsome boy, and made some graffiti on the canvas that people could not understand. These graffiti are often called "art" by normal people. Sometimes art needs to be incomprehensible, otherwise why should artists stand proudly in the world?

While feeling the masculine little hand in his hand, he gently leaned on the boy's shoulder, sniffing the boy's good smell greedily. He felt like he was about to fly into the sky. If it wasn't for those two damn guys still staring at him last time, he might have taken this little boy to the secret room to discuss higher arts.

Some greedily withdrew their hands, straightened up, looked at the drawing boards in front of the other children, and kept nodding. Although De Lier's own artistry is still to be discussed, his ability to appreciate art is not bad. Among these children, he is very optimistic about a girl and a boy. He believes that these two children have real artistic cells. If you can enter a good art academy in the future, you may become a great artist.

Just when he was imagining that he had cultivated many artists and made a name for himself in the art world, a rough and savage footstep startled him. He turned around impatiently, hugged his chest angrily, and looked at the guy who ruined the mood with a slightly pouted mouth. He knew that person, Mrs. Vivienne's driver.

The speed at which he changed his face was like his artist's level, which should be said to be superb, and he immediately changed into a smiling face and greeted him. Just when he was about to ask Mrs. Vivienne why she didn't come in, the driver spoke up before him, "The mayor invites you to come, I hope you don't make things difficult for me."

De Lier's expression changed slightly. He arranged for an assistant to take care of the children, then arranged his clothes and re-wiped some cosmetics before returning to the mayor's manor with the driver.

This is the second time Delier has seen the mayor up close. The first time he appraised some artworks for Mrs. Vivienne at the art auction held by the chamber of commerce. It happened that the mayor was there, but the two sides After saying hello to each other, they didn't say another word, and the mayor left directly in the middle. Therefore, this is the second time the two met at close range, which made Delier feel a little uncomfortable. He couldn't explain why he felt uncomfortable, but he was a little flustered anyway.

"I heard that Madam has been buying some expensive artworks from you, isn't that right?", the mayor didn't ask him what he wanted to know, but started from an unimportant and irrelevant topic Head, "It can be seen that Madam likes artworks very much, and those artworks have filled a storage room."

During the mayor's speech, De Lier could only apologize, and kept nodding guilty. He knew the "true situation" of his artworks. To put it bluntly, it was nothing more than his reward for pimping those noble ladies. The direct money exchange is too easy to make people suspicious, but the payment method for buying art in this way is much more normal. Because everyone's ability to appreciate art is different, maybe you think a certain piece of art is worthless, but in the eyes of those who like it, it is priceless. This controversial and extremely idealistic payment method saves Delier a lot of trouble, and it is also concealed enough. To this day, many people do not know what his real business is.

"How much do you think your so-called works of art are worth?" The mayor's smiling face seemed friendly, but for some reason, Delier always felt that the mayor in front of him was very dangerous.

"Probably... worth some money?" De Lier tried to say something cautiously, seeing that the mayor had no clear objection, he breathed a sigh of relief, and continued: "Art is actually very difficult to understand. It's like Mr. Mark's 'Genesis', which is just a circle painted by multiple colors on the canvas,

I can also achieve this kind of painting skills and painting results, but the meaning of what I paint represents is far from the high evaluation of "Genesis". "

He said earnestly: "Everyone has a position on art in their hearts, either high or low, but art itself is priceless!"

The mayor nodded seriously, "What you said makes a little sense, but I invited great artists from Alodo and the capital to taste the works of art you sold to Madam, and they told me that even the apprentices' The works are not necessarily comparable, what do you think about this?"

Of course it’s not as good as those are just graffiti made by children. The purpose of their real existence is to cover up the “prostitution money”. How could it be possible to sell real artworks to these noble ladies? Delier just smiled awkwardly, and didn't raise any objection. He knew that shutting up at this time was more meaningful than explaining.

Seeing that the fire was almost ready, the mayor said slowly: "I understand what you are doing and what they are doing, and now I don't want to worry about so many things, you just need to tell me who my wife has been with recently. "

Delier was silent. He knew that one day someone would see through his business, but he didn't expect it to be so fast, and he didn't expect the person who saw through his business to have such a high status.

"Don't you want to say it?" The mayor shook his head, "Or do you think silence can fight against problems you can't avoid?"

Delier remained silent, and the next second, the mayor reached out to pick up the crystal ashtray weighing several kilograms on the coffee table, and slammed it on Delier's head. People always say how hard the bones are, maybe the bones are really hard, but the skin is soft. Blood flowed down the forehead, De Lier's eyes were dark, some flashes of light were blooming, and the dizzy feeling of dizziness made him unable to hit his attention.

With a bang, De Lier's head slammed to the side again, and the heat in the nasal cavity couldn't stop rolling out. He stretched out his hand and touched it. It wasn't blood, but a clear liquid. When he faintly felt the danger coming again, he realized that he had to cover his head with both hands. The heavy pain in his arm made him scream at this moment, but the mayor had already ordered that no one would come in.

"Look, keeping a secret may cost you your life, but if you tell it, you won't lose anything." Panting slightly, the mayor threw the crystal ashtray back on the coffee table and sat back down. He took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped the blood on his hands, the handkerchief was stained with startling red.