America’s Road To Wealth

  Chapter 44 The Man in the Picture

  Ask: "What major is the scariest student?"

  Answer: "An art student who failed the exam."

  Ask: "Who is the best staff member in the school?"

  Answer: "Librarian."

  Dissatisfied?

   Go to the history of the world from 1922 to 1949.

  The original Abel was an excellent art student at Rice University in Texas.

  Rice University did not join the Ivy League because it is a Southern University.

   But it can also be ranked in the top ten in the United States.

   It is also the number one university in the southern United States.

   Its most outstanding major is the art major.

  Art is one of its strengths.

  It's strange that in Texas, where martial arts are abundant and the illiteracy rate is high, the art of the best university is so good.

  This question is difficult to answer.

   It's like asking why a failed art student can bring such a big movement to the world.

   Unsolvable problem.

  In Ikana's eyes, Abel was sitting on a stool and started painting.

   Changing from the previous blunt "vulgarity", it is not like the "Wolf of Wall Street" at the banquet last night with ease.

   Abel, who started painting, fell silent.

   It seems that he is not painting, but he himself is a quiet painting.

  This strange sense of drop made Ikana's heartbeat seem to have missed a beat.

  He is not pretending, the white drawing paper on the drawing board is quickly presenting a picture that is both familiar and unfamiliar to her.

  Accompanied by the sound of the leaves of acacia and wild cherry leaves blown by the wind on the green space of Central Park.

  The light and quick "swish" sound of the sketch pen on the drawing paper made her eyes focus and bright.

   It's like the lake water in the artificial lake not far away, sparkling and pulsating in the sun.

   I don't know how long it took, maybe a few minutes, maybe ten minutes.

  The fast and soft "swish" sound stopped, followed by the sound of the sketch pen being placed on the horizontal grid of the drawing board.

"All right."

  Abel stood up, smiled and said to Ikana who was standing beside him.

   "This is a gift for you. A portrait of yourself."

   What appeared in front of Ikana was a black and white "photograph" of her wearing sports tights, which seemed to be taken with the best camera.

   But she knew very well,

  This is not a photo, this is a sketch.

   "Is this me?" Ikana asked in a daze.

  The character in the sketch, judging by her appearance and height, is indeed her.

  But the Ikana in the painting is not at all like her now in terms of demeanor.

  Ikana in the painting has a more mature temperament, a dignified, luxurious, graceful and gentle feeling.

  The aura is very strong, she looks like a queen.

  The expression and appearance of her face are also more mature than her current one.

and

  She looked down from the neck down.

  The self in the painting is also much bigger than the current self.

   is a lot.

  She wondered how she could grow so big.

   "It's you. Who else is it?" Abel smiled.

   He did draw Ikana.

   But that was more than ten years later, when he ascended to a high position with his father.

  Ikana has experienced time magic, status changes, and experience growth.

  At that time, Ikana's appearance and figure were not the most important thing.

  Temperament and identity are her most charming features.

   Compared with Ikana, who is still very young, it is like the contrast between a queen and a noble lady.

   "Okay. It's really me." Ikana confirmed.

  Because it really looks like her, and she likes the painting very much.

   "Is this for me? I like it very much, thank you!" Ikana smiled sincerely for the first time.

  Abel shrugged, "This is the gift I want to give you."

  It’s not just Ikana who marvels at her “self” in this painting.

  Abel himself was a little surprised.

   It's just that he was surprised that he didn't expect his physical fitness after becoming stronger to be so strong in wrist and finger control.

  Combined with Yuan's excellent painting skills, he was able to draw such a good work.

  This skill made him feel that he didn't have any cheats in the financial field.

   Can also make a living by this hand-painting skill.

  The painting is simply full of form and spirit.

   "I like it very much. I didn't expect you to draw so well." Ikana said.

  She originally thought that in Abel's resume, Rice University's degree in fine arts was gilded.

   Unexpectedly, she has real talent and learning, and her paintings are better than many real painters she has seen.

  The key is that such an art student should be engaged in art-related work.

   In the end, he came to Wall Street from Texas.

  The key is that on Wall Street, it has achieved such great success.

  This sense of gap is better than his straightforward and vulgar words of pursuit just now.

   It also surprised her.

  Surprise generates curiosity, and when curiosity arises, things cannot be controlled by her reason.

  Ikana put away this sketch with great care.

  The "self" in the painting reveals a temperament and demeanor that she yearns for.

   She swears, she aspires to be such a character.

  She wanted to take this painting back and keep it in a safe place, and study it carefully.

  She wants her current self to have the look and temperament in this painting.

   As for the "big" in the painting, this should be learnable or not, right?

  I can't go to Long now.

  She is not as big as the one inside, but she is not small either.

   At least one size bigger than Paris and the others.

  After the painting was put away, Ikana was no longer in the mood to run.

  The two chatted while walking in the park track.

   Wait until the sun rises completely, after half past nine.

   New York in August is starting to heat up.

   The two left Central Park and found a nice-looking coffee shop on the side of the road.

   We ate something together and drank a cup of coffee.

   Then Abel smiled and said goodbye. He knew what is enough.

  Leaving the cafe, Abel got on the Cadillac STS that followed him all the time.

   "BOSS?" Edward whispered in the passenger seat.

   "Carnegie Hill Building." Abel said directly.

  Edward nodded, and the driver Andy immediately turned the steering wheel.

  He came out of Jessica Alba in the morning, and now he is going to Anne Hathaway's.

   Just looking for Annie, not all personal matters.

   also has business.

  He asked Annie to find her "teacher" Michael Levin.

  He has something to talk to Michael Levine from CAA.

  In the rear compartment of the Cadillac, while wiping his sweat with a towel, he called David Mellon on his mobile phone.

   "Abel?"

   "It's me. David, tell Michael to come over."

   "Which Michael? Oh, see, Michael Ovitz? Where should he meet you?"

   "Well let him come to Lower Manhattan, Charlie Brown's Pizzeria on the first floor of 33 Ninth Avenue."

   "Okay, no problem."

  (end of this chapter)