Chapter 97 The back of the policeman

Chapter 97 The Police’s Back

“Sir, is it you who posted the news on Weibo that brought us here? Are you Teacher Aguda?”

Seeing that Takasugi’s painting was coming to an end, a media reporter couldn’t help but ask.

Takasugi glanced sideways, then finished the last few strokes of embellishment, threw the painting tools into the bamboo tube, stood up and faced everyone.

“You all came here after reading my Weibo, right?” Gao Shan asked.

“Yes, we did see Teacher Aguda’s certified Weibo, posting the latest news saying that he will announce his true identity next to the hut near Furong Sand Quarry, so…”

Another reporter replied.

Aguda’s certified Weibo has a profile photo of Van Gogh’s self-portrait, but Gao Shan himself has never updated his real photos on Weibo.

Therefore, in Jiangnan City, there are almost no people who really know Takasugi’s identity.

But even so, Gao Shan’s certified Weibo has more than three million followers.

What concept is this? A wandering painter in the art field has more than 3 million real fans, which is equivalent to 30 million fans of an entertainment star.

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

What is ironic is that the old man in Jiangnan City who uses a needle to draw ink is also a master of traditional Chinese painting, and his certified Weibo followers have just exceeded 10,000.

However, some of them are fake fans, and the other part are scolding anti-fans, and there are very few real fans.

Since Aguda is famous, every move he makes on Weibo will be the focus of media pursuit.

This time everyone discovered that Aguda was a native of Jiangnan City, so the news quickly spread in Jiangnan City.

The first people to smell the hot news are naturally the media. They are the first wave of people to arrive.

Other calligraphy and painting lovers from Jiangnan City will also arrive here in batches in the near future.

“I made this temporary decision today because I was inspired by a comrade in the police force.” Gao Shan straightened his messy long hair, lowered his head and sighed: “It’s a pity that I haven’t said thank you to him in person.”

“Are you really Teacher Aguda?” A female reporter wearing glasses said excitedly at the time: “From the latest case announced by the police, you were once imprisoned in a small house next to you by your twin brother for a whole week. This Is everything true?”

Gao Shan nodded and said: “Yes, the person rescued by the police is me, Gao Shan, the wandering painter Aguda you often mention.”

“Takasugi is Aguda?”

“So this is what Teacher Aguda really looks like?”

“Sure enough, he has a very similar temperament to an artist. Those with long hair are awesome.”

“Hurry up and edit the text message and post it to the public accounts of major platforms first. The article will be added later.”

Many media people are racing against time to get this bombshell news out.

And calligraphy and painting lovers who saw Aguda in person also felt a sense of excitement after meeting him.

Teacher Aguda, who has been hiding quietly behind his works and created countless classic paintings, turned out to be such an ordinary person.

“Teacher Aguda.” A petite female reporter finally managed to squeeze into the front row: “I want to know what you want to announce this time?”

“Yeah, you called everyone here, do you have anything to say?” Another male reporter asked.

In everyone’s opinion, Aguda, who rarely updates Weibo, suddenly wants to announce his true identity today, there must be some important considerations in this.

Aguda was also very cooperative. He picked up the thermos cup on the ground, took a sip of water and said with a smile: “Actually, I have several purposes today. The first is to announce my real name.”

He looked at the petite female reporter and asked, “Miss reporter, are you doing a live broadcast, right?”

“No…that’s right.” The petite female reporter nodded and pointed three mobile phones at Takasugi: “Do you have anything to say to the audience?”

Gao Shan smiled and pointed at the camera and said: “I have always trapped myself in the name Aguda, imprisoning myself like a cage. I thought it was very cool, but later I realized that I have lost a lot of things. I should be me now.” Himself, that is Takasugi.”

“Are you going to be yourself?” The female reporter was puzzled and quickly asked: “Then are you going to give up the signature of ‘Aguda’ in the future?”

This idea seems a bit groundbreaking. You must know that in the industry, Aguda’s signature is worth a lot of money. Some painters will even deliberately make fake seals and use Aguda’s signature.

In this way, in the black market, if you fish in troubled waters and get through, you will receive a considerable fortune.

A painter giving up his exclusive signature is the same as a famous writer giving up his pen name. He will lose not only his huge fame but also his wealth.

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Furong Police Station, Criminal Investigation Group Three Office.

Officer Wang was soaking wolfberry in a thermos cup, preparing to burn his own calories later, when he was startled by Lu Weiwei’s scream.

“Lu Weiwei, what’s your name?”

“Old Wang, this is Gao Shan, the Aguda we rescued last time. He seems to be announcing some important news.” Lu Weiwei moved the phone screen over.

“I also received this push live broadcast.”

“Me too.”

“It’s strange, why are all major platforms pushing it?”

Many veteran comrades and trainee police officers are receiving push messages from different platforms on their mobile phones at this moment.

Everyone clicked on them all at once.

Gu Chen had just finished writing the revised dossier and leaned over to check the situation.

“Senior Sister Lu, what is Teacher Aguda going to do?”

“Junior brother Gu, the idol you admire is really crazy. He will give up his signature of ‘Aguda’ from now on. From now on, he will face the public and no longer be a wandering painter hiding behind his back.”

Lu Weiwei looked even more excited than Gao Shan herself. She could feel the excitement of the scene through the screen.

Gu Chen smiled. He moved closer to Lu Weiwei and inspected the scene with Officer Wang.

On the other side, in the riverside hut at Furong Sand Quarry, Takasugi was answering reporters’ questions.

“I decided to give up the ‘Aguda’ signature. I am a person who pays great attention to flaws. During the period of being detained by my biological brother, I actually felt quieter than ever before.”

“Teacher Aguda, your previous works were all satirical, so now do you have a new creative direction?” The female reporter quickly asked based on Takasugi’s answer.

Takasugi smiled and said: “The answer is obvious. I will no longer create satirical paintings in the future. I will create positive energy.”

As soon as he finished speaking, many people around him laughed.

“Aguda, oh no, Mr. Takasugi, this is not your style!” A tall and thin male reporter said in confusion.

Aguda has been creating satirical paintings for decades, and suddenly he wants to change his creative direction. This is almost unimaginable for those who know Takasugi’s works.

This is like a boxer saying that he doesn’t want to box but wants to dance ballet. Ordinary people would laugh at him as a lunatic.

“I am a person who has lost both my parents. I have been lonely and depressed since I was a child. I was kidnapped by my younger brother.” Takasugi almost choked up when he said this: “I even thought about committing suicide.”

The female reporter was startled: “Mr. Gao, please don’t think too hard.”

Gao Shan waved his hands and said with a smile: “I thought about it, but it wasn’t until a young policeman told me that I shouldn’t be someone like Van Gogh that I suddenly realized that I had been being someone else instead of my true self for so many years. I should bravely integrate into this society instead of hiding behind and being praised.”

“Mr. Gao.” A male reporter asked: “Is the policeman you want to thank the same one who rescued you from the dark room last time?”

“Yes, can you tell us his name and appearance?”

Many people are interested in this.

You know, Aguta hasn’t published a work for a long time. Some good people even spread false news about Aguta’s death, but Takasugi never made any response.

At this moment, Gao Shan did not respond directly, 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 policeman?”

Everyone’s cameras were now focused on the painting that Takasugi had just completed.

Under the setting sun, a police officer wearing a blue uniform looked at the setting sun. His back was tall and majestic.

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