Fang Tong didn't look at them at all, staring at the front in a daze, as if the rich second generations surrounding him did not exist at all.

The rich second generation were even more curious and looked lively in Fang Tong's eyes.

I saw a strange thing on the ground, as if it was a root carving, but it was also metal.

A bunch of "roots" are entangled together, like a mess, without any beauty. Several places have lost paint, revealing the metallic color inside. In some places, there are cracks or even sunkens.

Is this thing also a work of art?

However, the so-called modern installation art here is quite strange, and few of them look at normal things.

Several rich second-generations circled around and didn't see anything worthy of praise. They looked around again, but did not find any number or introduction to the work.

"Huh? What kind of work is this?" The rich second generation could see Fang Tong was so sensible that he thought he was a wise man.

Artist Fang Tong is not a layman, but at most he is a person who has been stuck in the door. At least Fan Dongsheng once boasted about many artistic terms with him, so he quickly organized language in his mind.

"There are some tricks in this work!" He pretended to be contemplative.

The rich second-generation bearded man looked up at Fang Tong's messy hair and asked, "Are you an art person?"

Fang Tong shook his head in pain: "I don't have enough talent, maybe I can only be an art critic in this life."

“What do art critics do?”

Fang Tong looked at Xiaomouzi with disdain: "Although you can't create such a genius work, discovering and evaluating the value of artworks is the basic quality of a professional."

"Oh? This thing..."

Fang Tong glared at him angrily.

Xiaomouzi quickly changed his words: "No...what is the priority of this work?"

Fang Tong pondered for a long time without saying anything, pretending to point to the pile of shapes that were circling and seriously deformed. He quickly composed lyrics in his mind, but his hands were slowly slashing along the messy texture, which was actually buying time for himself.

"Tsk tsk tsk... Mr. Fan's artistic attainments have been so sophisticated in a few years. Genius! Genius! He actually merged the styles of so many art schools into a small work. Look-it's overall shape is Gothic, and the black metal material shows the coldness and independence of Gothicism, and looks negative but not negative."

Fang Tong moved his finger and pointed to the original root part.

"And this is a typical symbol of Baroque art, exaggerated, complex, and focused on the expression of strong emotions. Look, every line of it is designed in fine detail, you have me, I have you... No, there are even some Rococo artistic expression techniques in it."

Fang Tong could no longer write it up, and the rich second generation were confused, but when he heard these noble nouns in confusion, he still nodded involuntarily.

"This is not the most critical." Fang Tong suddenly recalled several artistic terms.

"What is the most important thing?" The rich second generation became interested again.

"This is Mr. Fan's cleverness..."

Fang Tong laughed and pretended to be marveling, and even pretended to be a mysterious style of "not to be told by outsiders". After saying a while, he suddenly stopped.

The mustache became more and more curious because of her appetite.

"How clever? You said it!"

Fang Tong then sighed and continued.

"Actually, what I just said is all appearances, and his main technique should be postmodern deconstructionism. You see - according to the Gothic style, the work should be black and solemn, but several places deliberately exposed the true color of metal. And the root part... the baroque style should be smooth and coherent, but it deliberately breaks these. You see these intentional depressions, obviously to deconstruct the baroque style."

The bearded man couldn't understand what Fang Tong was saying at all, so he squatted down and reached out to touch several places with paint loss and sunken areas.

Fang Tong shouted angrily, "What are you doing? Do you know how to respect other people's works? Are the artworks on display allowed you to touch them casually?"

The mustache asked back, "What exactly is this work talking about?"

"Of course it's contempt and breaking authority. Mr. Fan is crazy and ambitious. Great! Great..."

The rich second generation didn't understand the rest, but they could understand the words "extraordinary" and immediately became keen.

"Who are you talking about Mr. Fan?"

Fang Tong said lightly: "Fan Dongsheng is just a down-and-out artist."

After talking for a long time, Xiaomouzi thought "Mr. Fan" was a big shot, but it turned out that's it.

"I don't write a label for this work, and I don't even have a number." said another thin rich second generation.

"Have you ever heard of the last number?" Fang Tong was mysterious again.

"What's the meaning?"

"Many art exhibitions have a secret that experts know. The organizers usually hide the most valuable exhibits without numbers and do not participate in the auction. Only internal people know their existence. I guess this is the last number."

"Since it's a good thing, why don't you take it out for auction?" Xiaomouzi asked again.

"It's a loss now. The last number is usually a work with potential. The organizer has to wait until the hype appreciates before he is willing to auction it. Such operations that obviously appreciate but hide it is like the real estate industry is holding up."

After hearing Fang Tong's words, Xiaomouzi suddenly realized: "Oh, it turns out that he is holding the plate, and my dad often does this."

Fang Tong sighed again: "Mr. Fan finally waited for this day."

"What's the meaning?"

"Not all works can be the last one, this represents recognition in the art circle. Mr. Fan is finally going to say goodbye to the downs and downs, becoming a new generation of modern art masters is just around the corner. Hahaha..." Fang Tong seemed to be feeling relieved for a respectable person.

"What's the name of this work?" Xiaomouth has more and more questions.

"I had the honor to meet Mr. Fan and heard him talk about the concept of this work. Today I saw it, it was extraordinary and definitely worthy of these two names."

"There are two more names? What are the names?"

Fang Tong asked back: "It's so obvious, can't you see it?"

The mustache looked confused: "Can you tell the name?"

Fang Tong gave him a disdainful look and said, "What do you think, Gothicism, Baroque art, and Rococo style are all? They are all artistic forms that originate from religion, but Mr. Fan boldly and unruly deconstructs them. This is a ridicule of an atheist."

The rich second generation followed Fang Tong's words and fell into a bunch of high-end nouns again.

"Many Western art forms come from praise for religion and God. This kind of culture has a long history. Even if modern science is so developed, it is difficult for people to get rid of this admiration for God. In fact, China is similar, and it is important to pay attention to God. Mr. Fan is just to deconstruct and criticize this cultural inertia. So he gave this work an elegant name."

"What's the name?" Xiaomoustache became a little impatient.

Fang Tong pretended to be pondering, "Mr. Fan said it was called - God's will can be violated."

Xiaomouzi didn't think the name was special, so she asked, "Is there another name?"

"Haha..." Fang Tong suddenly burst into laughter, and finally held back his laughter before saying, "So I think the second name given by Mr. Fan is the most appropriate one, although it sounds a bit vulgar."

Fang Tong successfully raised his bearded appetite again and curiously looked forward to Fang Tong's answer.

"Please note! This name is by no means a swear word, but a powerful artistic attitude. Although it is very similar to a swear word."

"What's the point?"

"Just call - fuck it!"

Several rich second-generations were stunned and after a long reaction, they suddenly shouted loudly.

"Miao! Miao! This name is really appropriate. It's not a swear word, but it's really satisfying."
Chapter completed!