The Versatile Master Artist

The news media is a flag that moves with the direction of the wind.

It’s hard to say what direction the art world is headed.

The general public opinion towards Detective Cat and The Little Prince these days is overwhelmingly positive.

There’s nothing more politically correct than curing and saving people, especially when it involves minors. It has a chemical reaction-like effect.

Translator Charlie Hawke even flew to North America a few days ago as a guest on a special episode of NBC Universal Television’s flagship program ”The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy,” which averages over 2 million viewers.

This was a temporary invitation from Universal Television.

The broadcast date was squeezed out from the original schedule for an interview with Keanu Reeves about his blockbuster film John Wick 4.

Old America’s talk show, like Dongxia’s evening news, belongs to the category of programs watched by households nationwide, one of the most influential shows on earth.

Even presidential candidates rack their brains trying to get votes on TV, and talk shows always interview the most interesting hot topics.

Without enough public interest as a foundation, even giving one million dollars couldn’t get you on such a show.

The last time ”The Tonight Show” interviewed a signed author from the Scholastic Group was in 2011 when the Warner Era film Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows premiered, interviewing JK Rowling.

It is foreseeable that after the special episode is broadcast, a new wave of purchasing fervor for The Little Prince will inevitably arise.

Of course.

Behind the infinite glory, there are also some hidden crises.

For instance, if it turns out that curing autism and so on was just a boring hype.

The publications and newspapers willing to jump out and spit at Detective Cat or even the Scholastic Group, and then stomp a thousand feet on them, won’t be too many.

If there is evidence suggesting the publisher had subjective intent to guide consumers to believe their illustrated books have medical effects.

Collective lawsuits for huge compensation will follow.

But at least for now.

Even the most lively and acerbic newspapers have become cautious.

Voices mocking Oil Painting magazine have started appearing continuously on YouTube and Twitter.

The video from Sir Brown’s shareholder meeting with the phrase ”Miss Ilina, you are wrong” has been turned into memes by some people.

Elephants move like elephants, ants have their survival wisdom.

These small art tabloids and art self-media, precisely because they are too small in scale, don’t need to worry about the feeling of Chairman Brown.

Sir Brown, such a big figure, spitting at them is still their victory.

Who cares who you are! I just want to scold.

If Oil Painting magazine is willing to respond to their mockery publicly, it would be a complete gain.

Larger legitimate art magazines are also unwilling to engage in a water fight against the wind, and have rarely begun to become silent.

Even Oil Painting magazine remains quiet against external opinions, as if the external discussion about The Little Prince is in a completely different space-time from theirs.

The same silence—in this moment, the cold treatment is completely different from the initial disdain, anyone can see the meaning of covering ears while stealing a bell.

The magazine’s ambitious transformation has just begun and was hit by Miss Ilina’s precise and sharp shot.

Even if this shot hasn’t caused severe damage.

But it’s imaginable that the magazine’s senior management, like the plump quail jostling on a branch at this moment, would panic, hopping and jumping in a mess.

”Wonderful.”

Imagining Chairman Brown’s panicky and awkward appearance, who usually acts deep as if he’s omnipotent in the art field and can speak words of law.

Eliot really wanted to stand with hands on hips and laugh three times to the sky.

Just two weeks ago, if anyone said that in this battle Oil Painting magazine would be the losing side, people would probably think he completely doesn’t understand the art market.

Including his own female secretary, no one thought highly of Detective Cat, except Miss Ilina.

From the shareholders’ resolutions, to the booming sales, to the autism controversy.

The young woman in a wheelchair step by step forcibly pulled back the public opinion balance that tilted towards the magazine’s shareholders, thinking of this Eliot truly admired Anna!

Everything in the world developed according to her will, like a scripted play.

She said Detective Cat could create miracles, and so he did, just like a quail falls after a shot is fired.

”The bullet fired?”

Anna was startled upon hearing this, and then she chuckled.

”I don’t know what nonsense you’re imagining, Eliot. What I meant by the sound of the shot refers to the parade before ancestor sculptures. You’re my secretary and assistant, so you are my bullet and hunting dog, not Detective Cat.”

Miss Ilina reached out to hand her well-maintained shotgun to the butler, naturally, a manservant would store it in the gun case.

She picked up her coffee beside her, taking a small sip.

The magazine’s managers, those old men habitually underestimated her because of age and gender.

She had to do things that only adults would do to teach them a lesson.

Sir Brown likes to style himself as a traditional politician. Since that’s the case, Anna threw a bunch of protesting residents at him in a very political maneuver.

Woof!

August heard the word ”hunting dog” from Anna’s mouth, thinking the master was calling him.