Chapter 97

"This gentleman, is it you who posted the news on Weibo, let us come here? Are you Mr. a Guta? "

Gao Shan, a reporter, couldn't help drawing an end.

After finishing the last few embellishments, Gao Shan throws the painting tools into the bamboo tube and stands up to face the public.

"Did you all come here after reading my microblog?" Asked Takayama.

"Yes, we did see teacher a Guta's certified microblog and published the latest news that he would announce his real identity next to the hut near the Furong sand mining ground, so..."

Another reporter replied.

The head portrait of a Gu's certified microblog is a self portrait of Van Gogh, and Gao Shan himself has never updated his real photos on Weibo.

Therefore, in Jiangnan City, there are few people who really know the identity of Gaoshan.

But even so, Kaohsiung's certified microblog has more than three million fans.

What is this concept?

A wandering artist in the art field has more than three million fans, which is equivalent to 30 million fans of entertainment stars.

After all, there are fewer people who pay attention to art, and fans are more sticky.

It is ironic that the old man in Jiangnan who used ink with needles is also a master of traditional Chinese painting. However, the number of certified microblog fans has just exceeded 10000.

However, some of them are fake fans, and the other part is black powder. There are few real fans.

Because of his reputation, every move of his micro blog will be the focus of the media.

This time, we found that a Guda was a native of Jiangnan City. Therefore, this news spread rapidly in Jiangnan City.

First of all, it is the media who sniff out the hot news. Many media people are racing against the clock to send out this heavy news.

And see a Gu Da my calligraphy and painting enthusiasts, also have a kind of face base after the excitement.

The teacher a Guta, who has been hiding behind his works and created numerous classic paintings, turns out to be such an ordinary person.

"Mr. a Guta." A petite female reporter, struggling to get to the front row: "I want to know what you want to announce this time?"

"Yes, you have gathered us here. Is there anything you want to say?" Another male reporter asked.

In everyone's opinion, a Guta, who seldom updates his micro blog, suddenly wants to announce his real identity today. There must be some important considerations in this.

A Guda is also very cooperative. He picked up the thermos cup on the ground, sipped a sip of water and said with a smile, "in fact, I have several purposes today. The first is to announce my real name."

He looked at the petite female reporter and asked, "Miss reporter, you are on the air, aren't you?"

"No That's right. " The petite female reporter nodded and pointed her three mobile phones at Takayama: "do you have anything to tell the audience?"

Gao Shan beamed at the camera and said: "before, I always trapped myself in the name of a Gu Da, just like a cage. I thought it was very natural and unrestrained. But later I realized that I had lost a lot of things. Now I should be myself, that is, Gaoshan."

"Are you going to be yourself?" The female reporter didn't understand, and quickly asked, "are you going to abandon the signature of" a Gu Da "

It seems that this idea is a bit unprecedented. You should know that in the industry, a Guda's signature is very valuable. Some painters even deliberately make fake seals and use a Gu Da's signature.

In this way, in the black market, if you fish in troubled waters, you will receive a lot of wealth.

If a painter gives up his / her exclusive signature, he / she will lose not only his / her great fame but also his / her wealth.

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Furong police station, office of criminal investigation group 3.

Lu Weiwei took her mobile phone and called out, "come and see, it's Gaoshan, it's the wandering painter a Guda."

Police officer Wang soaked wolfberry in his mug, ready to burn his own calories later, was also startled by Lu Weiwei's scream.

"Ludwig, what's your name?"

"Lao Wang, it's Gao Shan, who was rescued by us last time. It seems that he is going to announce some important news." Lu Weiwei moves the screen of her mobile phone.

"I also received this tweet live."

"Me too."

"Strange, why are all the major platforms pushing?"

Many veteran comrades and probationary policemen have received push messages from different platforms on their mobile phones at the moment.

Everybody open at one time.

Gu Chen just finished the revised file, but also leaned over to check the situation.

"Elder martial sister Lu, what does Mr. a Guda do again?"

"Mr. Gu, your idol is really crazy. He wants to give up the signature of" a Guda ". In the future, he will face the public and stop being a wandering painter hiding behind his back."Lu Weiwei looks more excited than Gao Shan herself. She can feel the sensation of the scene through the screen.

Gu Chen smiles. He comes to Lu Weiwei and checks the scene with police officer Wang.

On the other side, at the riverside cottage in the Furong sand gathering ground, Takayama is answering the reporter's questions.

"I decided to give up the signature of" a Gu Da ". I am a person who pays great attention to the flaws. During the period of my brother's imprisonment, I feel more quiet than ever before."

"Mr. a Guta, your previous works were satirical. Do you have a new creative direction now?" According to Gao Shan's answer, the female reporter quickly asked.

Gao Shan said with a smile: "the answer is obvious. I will not create satire any more. I will create positive energy."

The voice dropped and many people around him laughed.

"Ah Guda, oh no, Mr. Takayama, it's not your style!" A tall and thin male reporter did not understand.

A Guda has created satirical paintings for decades, but suddenly he has to change the direction of his creation. It is almost unimaginable for those who understand Takayama's works.

It's like a boxer who says that he doesn't fight boxing and wants to dance ballet. Ordinary people will laugh at him as a madman.

"I am a person who has lost my parents. I was lonely and melancholy since I was a child, and was kidnapped by my brother." "I even thought about suicide," Takayama said, almost choking

The female reporter was surprised: "Mr. Gao, don't worry about it."

Gao Shan waved his hand and said with a smile: "I did, but it was not until a young policeman told me that I should not be a van Gogh. I suddenly found that I had been doing other people for so many years, not really myself. I should bravely integrate into this society instead of hiding behind and being praised."

"Mr. Gao." A male reporter asked, "the policeman you want to thank is the one who rescued you from the small black room last time?"

"Yes, can you tell us his name and appearance?"

A lot of people are interested in it.

You know, it's been a long time since a Guta published a work. Some good people even rumored that a Guta had died, but Gao Shan never made any response.

At this moment, Takayama did not respond positively, but pointed to the drawing board by the river and said, "that young policeman is in my painting."

"Painting?"

"What is that?"

"The back of the police?"

Everyone's lens is now focused on the painting Gao Shan has just finished.

In the setting sun, a police officer in blue uniform looks at the setting sun. His back is tall and magnificent.

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