KMA: Kickass Man A Is Back

Chapter 52 Art

Atlas walked into the corridor full of paintings.

It was a space of art.

There were paintings of cartoon characters, it should have been drawn when Zoee was young.

There was a painting with a hand on it; the hand that was decorated with gold and silver accessories.

The painting was called “Treasure”, but Atlas could not understand it.

However, Atlas felt that Zoee was already outstanding in painting.

In the future, Zoee would definitely become a famous painter.

The atmosphere of art was mostly quiet, as if this was the only way to show the solemnity of art.

Zoee's parents were elites at work. Their living conditions were fine, but they were not rich. They were

the kind of people who desperately wanted to change their fate but was powerless to do so.

Therefore, Zoee had taken a lot of extracurricular classes since she was a child, because her parents

placed their hopes on the next generation, hoping that Zoee could fulfill their dreams that they could not

achieve.

Zoee didn't let them down. She did a good job. Zoee's parents were also willing to pay. In order to help NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

Zoee improve her notability, they held an exhibition at such a young age and invited many friends, even

some successful businessmen.

"The painting of Setting Sun is really good. The lines are beautiful and the meaning is deep! Zoee is

really great!" A girl's voice of praise was heard by Atlas.

Atlas felt that this girl should also be a person who knew painting.

"Well, little girl has good eyesight. This painting is really good." A man's voice sounded and then

changed the topic.

"But it's not expansive enough, and it's a little conservative. It would be better if the setting sun can be

bigger!" Judging from the voice, this man should be quite old.

Atlas felt that this man should be an artist himself, and his evaluation was better than that of the girl just

now.

Following that, the old man's voice continued, "If you want to become a real artist, the first thing you

need to do is to set your body and soul free. Only by being completely free can you transcend and

reach a higher artistic level."

"Just like Van Gogh, he cut off his own ears for art."

"In order to transcend, one should completely let go. To set yourself free, the first step is to have your

soul unchained, and then your body. Only in this way could one achieve the perfect sublimation!"

As he listened, Atlas suddenly felt a little puzzled. He could understand why he should set his soul free,

but what did he mean by setting free of the body?

This sounded like misleading and deluding!

If the girl just now was really inexperienced and had a fanatical pursuit of art, she might really believe

this old con.

Atlas quickened his pace and turned around to see a group of people standing in front of a painting.

Among them, a well-dressed old man was talking to a tall and beautiful girl with a bit too much hand

movements.

There were also some young men and women standing around. They were listening to the old man's

spouting, their eyes full of admiration.

Among these people, several were Atlas's high school classmates. Harvey Channing, who had a

conflict with Atlas in the Skyex Riding Club last time, was also among them.

The beautiful girl who was beguiled by the old man was also Atlas's high school classmate, Helen

Holsey. She was a really nice girl.

Seeing this group of little guys being fooled by him, the old man's eyes showed a hint of pride, and he

continued to tempt Helen.

"Little girl, do you have a boyfriend? A lover? I can tell at a glance that you don't have a boyfriend,

because you can't set free. You need to find a lot of boyfriends and lovers to feel the happiness and

stimulation they bring you. Don't be shy, let them appreciate your body without reservation, and make

your life a form of art too. Only then can you really enter the realm of masters!"

These words were very explicit. Helen and the other girls blushed. Even Harvey and the rest of the

boys were a little embarrassed.

After all, they were all young people and could not be as brazen as the old man, but they found it hard

to refute him too, because when the old man said these words, he looked serious, as if he was talking

about real art.

"You are not an artist, but a lecher." Atlas's indifferent voice sounded behind him.

Everyone looked back and saw that it was Atlas. Their expressions were different.

Helen and several classmates who had a good relationship with Atlas exclaimed in surprise, "Atlas,

you’re late!"

Harvey's gang looked at Atlas gloomily. Harvey had always been resentful about what had happened in

the riding club last time.

The old man looked at Atlas with some displeasure and said arrogantly, "When you came over, you

didn't even look at the painting on the wall. I knew that you were a person who didn't understand art."

If this haughty remark were said to Helen and the other kids who were still studying in campus, they

would have run away with shame.

However, Atlas was expressionless and looked at him quietly. His deep-ser eyes seemed to be able to

penetrate one's heart.

"I don't know much about art, but I know people's hearts." Atlas's gaze made the old man very

uncomfortable.

"An man who’s old enough to be someone’s grandfather, tells a girl to find a bunch of lovers. Who will

believe that you don't have any ulterior motives?"

The old man argued, "That’s why I said you knew nothing about art. It’s noble for a person to sacrifice

for art? You, a layman, will never understand this!"

Harvey sneered, "Atlas, do you know who this gentleman is? He is the chairman of the LEON

Company, Quintin Somberg. At the same time, Mr. Somberg is a famous painter who has held his own

exhibition three times in Capital. You're just a good-for-nothing. How dare you argue with Mr. Somberg

about art? You’re making a fool of yourself."

Harvey had always wanted to please Quintin Somberg, but he lacked an opportunity. But with Atlas

here, he immediately found a chance to curry favor with Quintin and humiliate Atlas.

Atlas ignored Harvey. He looked at the arrogant Quintin and said flatly, "There are various art forms.

Music enables us to feel the beauty of the sound of universe. Paintings express meanings through

images. Howevr, they all have one thing in common, which is to win everyone's respect with artworks!

As for those who say that one can improve their art level by setting their body free, they are either

lunatics or crooks."

Atlas's calm words left Quintin, a fake artist, speechless.

"Humph, you don't even understand art. I’m not gonna waste my time on you!"

Quintin couldn't convince Atlas, so he decided to ignore him. He turned to look at Helen and continued

his preach.

"Little girl, through my observation of you just now, I found that you have a high attainment in painting.

Are you interested in having a further communication with me? I promise to make you famous and hold

your own painting exhibition in the Capital next year!"

Helen was a little tempted. It seemed that most people would become idiots in front of vanity. They

even believed such a simple lie.

Atlas had a good impression of Helen. She was very simple, rather naive and was kind to others. In his

previous life, Atlas had always fantasized about her.

Therefore, Atlas could not allow Helen to fall for the old crook Quintin.