Marvel: Ma'am, I'm your husband's boss

However, Fisk did not intend to stop it. Mrs. Stacy could not stay in the hospital every day as a workaholic, but began to pursue an artistic life, which made Fisk feel very happy.

After all, who wants their woman to stay in the office every day and be a workaholic?

However, Fisk was not very interested in those art exhibitions. It was not that he was not interested in art. In fact, he was very interested in those arts, but he was not interested in those art drawn on paper.

At least, that's what it looks like on the surface. In his opinion, those things drawn on paper are just some abstract people and their abstract understanding of things, and they have no representative meaning.

Therefore, he didn't want to attend this so-called art exhibition.

However, Mrs. Stacy had already sent the invitation to his office, so he had no choice but to go.

Fisk looked at the exquisite invitation on his desk. The paper was thick and had exquisite patterns printed on the corners, as if it was telling the elegant style of the exhibition. He sighed helplessly, and the sigh sounded particularly heavy in the quiet office.

He knew very well that this was Mrs. Stacy's good intention, and she hoped that he could be more involved in the art world that she now loved.

But when he thought about spending several hours in the exhibition halls filled with abstract paintings, he couldn't help but feel an inexplicable boredom.

The name of this exhibition is "Fashion with Pearls!".

The exhibition was organized by a modern painter, a young female painter.

The paintings of this female painter have been sought after by people from Europe and the United States. She is like a rising star in the art world, emitting dazzling light.

Fisk had heard of this female painter, and when he was chatting with Mrs. Stacy, the name would come up from her words like a wisp of smoke that drifted inadvertently.

It is said that she has emerged in the art world with her unique perspective and bold use of colors. Each of her works seems to be a visual adventure, often skillfully combining modern fashion elements with traditional painting techniques, just like a skilled chef combining ingredients of different flavors into a unique dish, creating a visual effect that is both avant-garde and profound.

However, these features that are full of charm in the eyes of others, in Fisker's view, those so-called unique and avant-garde are nothing more than a gimmick to attract attention, just like those commodities that are gorgeous in appearance but lack substantial content, which can only catch people's attention for a short time.

Although he was extremely reluctant, like a child being forced to do something he didn't like, Fisk was still dressed neatly on the day of the exhibition. He put on the well-tailored black suit, the dark-patterned tie, and his leather shoes were polished to a shine. He looked energetic, not because he was looking forward to the exhibition, but because he always paid attention to his image.

I have to say that the address of the exhibition is quite good.

It was a modern building, with a huge glass curtain wall like a crystal clear lake, reflecting dazzling light under the sunlight, which hurt people's eyes. The lines of the building were simple and smooth, full of the geometric beauty of modern art, forming a sharp contrast with the surrounding traditional buildings, just like a maverick artist standing among a group of ordinary people who follow the rules.

As soon as you enter the exhibition hall, you can see the walls are covered with the works of this female painter.

The colors of the painting were indeed as strong and bold as the rumors said. The bright colors were like a group of wild elves interweaving and colliding with each other on the canvas, as if a silent carnival was going on on the canvas. Mrs. Stacy was immediately attracted by the scene before her, and her eyes sparkled with excitement, just like a child seeing the candy she had dreamed of.

She couldn't help but quicken her pace. Her high heels tapped the ground, making crisp sounds, as if keeping the beat of her anxious mood. She wanted to appreciate the paintings at a closer distance.

Fisk followed behind slowly, his steps seemed a little dragging, as if he was reluctant to take each step. His eyes swept over the paintings, like a gust of emotionless wind passing through an unfamiliar landscape, without too many emotional fluctuations. He saw that the audience around him were immersed in the paintings, some were whispering in admiration, the sound was like a trickle of water flowing gently, full of reverence and appreciation.

Some were concentrating on taking photos, the sounds of camera shutters coming one after another, as if playing a hymn to art, as if these paintings had infinite magic that could bring people into a world full of fantasy and beauty.

"Look, Fisk, this painting is really creative."

Mrs. Stacy said excitedly, standing in front of a painting. Her voice was full of enthusiasm, like a burning flame. Fisk walked forward and saw that the painting depicted a woman in gorgeous clothes from a strange angle. The fabric of the woman's clothes seemed to be made of the finest silk, embroidered with exquisite patterns, and shimmered softly under the light. The woman's body was covered with pearl ornaments. The pearls were round and full, and each one exuded a faint halo, as if it was a bright pearl fished out of the deep sea. The background was an abstract pattern composed of various fashion brand logos. The lines of those logos were twisted and deformed, intertwined with each other, forming a complex and mysterious visual effect.

"This female painter combined pearls, a traditional luxury element, with modern fashion brands to express her thoughts on modern consumer culture and traditional luxury concepts," Mrs. Stacy explained. Her eyes sparkled with wisdom, as if she was interpreting a profound philosophical work.

Fisk frowned slightly, and his eyebrows moved gently like two restless little bugs. He really couldn't see such a profound meaning in this painting. In his opinion, this was just a painting that pieced together some popular elements, just like putting a bunch of unrelated parts together randomly. Although it looked a little novel, it lacked an internal coherence and depth.

"Well, dear, you have interpreted it very deeply. But I think this way of expression is a bit too straightforward and lacks some implicit beauty." Fisk expressed his opinion. His voice was plain, like a glass of boiled water without any seasoning.

Mrs. Stacy smiled, her smile as warm as a flower in bloom in spring. She knew that Fisk had not yet truly understood the charm of these paintings, just like a person who has not yet tasted the flavor of fine wine. "Look at this one again."

She pulled Fisk to another painting. The color of this painting was relatively soft, and it showed a quiet garden. The flowers in the garden were of strange shapes, and each flower was like a huge pearl. The texture of the petals was clearly visible, just like the delicate luster on the surface of a pearl.

The pearl-like flowers sway gently in the breeze, as if whispering something. The surface of the pearls reflects the surrounding scenery, including the green trees and grass in the garden and the blue sky and white clouds in the distance. There is a dreamlike feeling, like a fantasy world hidden behind reality.

“This painting subtly conveys a reflection on the relationship between nature and luxury. She incorporates the concept of pearls into natural elements to create a unique aesthetic.”

Fisk looked at the painting and had to admit that it was slightly more acceptable than the previous one.

However, he still didn't like it. For some reason, when he saw these paintings, Fisk inexplicably developed a feeling of impatience deep in his heart. This feeling seemed to come from the depths of his soul, and it seemed to make his soul feel uncomfortable. It was as if there was an invisible barrier between him and these paintings, and no matter how hard he tried to understand, he could not break this barrier.

Mrs. Stacy suddenly spotted the painter standing in the distance. Fisk turned his head and saw a tall woman. She looked at least 1.9 meters tall, and even with high heels on, she still looked tall and straight, like an elegant giraffe.

She was very thin, and her slender waist seemed like it could be broken by a breeze, but she didn't look weak, but rather had a unique tenacity. She was wearing a white short skirt, which looked like some kind of high-grade silk, fitting softly on her body and fluttering with her movements like flowing clouds. The design of the skirt was simple yet elegant, without too many complicated decorations, except for a circle of delicate lace at the hem, which looked like delicate snowflakes, adding a touch of low-key splendor to the skirt.

Her legs were long and straight, and against the backdrop of her white skirt, they looked like two white jade pillars. Every step she took seemed to be dancing to an elegant melody.

She wore a light blue silk shirt on her upper body. The loose style cleverly concealed her overly thin figure. The cuffs were slightly rolled up, revealing her slender wrists. On her wrists, she wore a pearl bracelet. The pearls were round and full, exuding a soft luster, which complemented the pearl elements in her paintings. Her shoulders were narrow, but they could hold up the entire shirt, giving people a feeling of weakness but independence. Her neck was slender, like an elegant swan neck, and she wore a simple pearl necklace on her neck, with a larger pearl inlaid in the middle. Under the light of the exhibition hall, the pearl flashed a charming halo, like a star falling to the earth.

Her face is like a carefully carved work of art, with delicate and three-dimensional features. Her big eyes are deep and bright, as if they contain endless stars. Her eyes reveal a unique artistic temperament, which is the result of her keen insight into life and her persistent pursuit of art. Her eyebrows are curved, like two gently falling willow leaves, adding a bit of agility to her eyes. Her nose is straight, standing in the middle of her face like a mountain, making her facial contours more distinct. Her lips are light pink, like rose petals blooming in the early morning, and the slightly upturned corners of her mouth carry a faint smile, giving people a kind and mysterious feeling.

Her hair was dark brown, casually draped over her shoulders, with a few strands falling on both sides of her cheeks, adding a touch of lazy beauty to her.

She stood there, surrounded by several audience members who were passionate about art and were talking to her eagerly about the exhibition and the paintings.

"By the way, dear, what did you say the name of this writer was?"

"Vanessa." Mrs. Stacy set her eyes on a painting on the wall not far away and she was ready to buy it.

Fisk looked at the painter in the distance with some surprise.

Vanessa.

Isn’t that Jin Bing’s original wife?

That naive moral model?

Indeed, she is very beautiful.

But Fisk didn't know why, he didn't have any possessive feelings towards this woman, instead he felt repulsive.

Mrs. Stacy was about to swipe her credit card to buy the painting when Vanessa, who was in the distance, seemed to have noticed something and came over.

She walked lightly, like an elegant deer running through the forest. With every step, her white skirt swayed gently, and the lace on the skirt danced like a smart elf.

There was a hint of curiosity in her eyes, and when she approached, the fresh breath seemed to follow, like the fragrance of dewy flowers in the morning.

"Hello, ma'am, do you want to buy this painting?" Vanessa's voice was as clear and pleasant as a mountain spring. Her eyes moved between Mrs. Stacy and Fisk. When her eyes fell on Fisk, she was slightly startled, but soon regained her composure.

Mrs. Stacy smiled and replied, "Yes, this painting attracts me and I want to take it home."

Vanessa nodded slightly and said, "You really have a good eye. This painting is one of the works I am more satisfied with.

It expresses my yearning for natural tranquility and inner peace.”

Mrs. Stacy responded with admiration in her eyes: "There is a quiet power in this painting, as if it can temporarily free people from the noisy world. As soon as I saw it, I felt that I had to take it home."

Vanessa let out a faint smile. "This is exactly what I hope to convey to the audience. People nowadays always lose themselves in their busy lives. I hope that through my paintings, everyone can find the tranquility deep in their hearts." Her eyes inadvertently swept over Fisk again, with a hint of inquiry in her eyes, as if she wanted to see something from his expression.

Fisk noticed her gaze and felt a little uncomfortable, but he pretended to be calm and said, "You have indeed put deep emotions into your paintings. However, I still think this art form is a bit too obscure and not everyone can easily understand it."

Vanessa tilted her head slightly, looked at Fisk and said, "Art is sometimes like this. It is like a unique language that requires the audience to feel and interpret it with their heart. Different people may have different understandings, and this is the charm of art."

Mrs. Stacy nodded in agreement. "Yes, just like when I was appreciating this painting, what came to my mind was the garden in the countryside when I was a child. The flowers there were as beautiful and peaceful as those in your painting. Everyone can find their own memories or emotional resonance in art."

Vanessa's eyes lit up. "Your feelings are wonderful. Why do you feel so strongly about this painting? Is it because you had flowers similar to the ones in the painting in your garden when you were a child?"

Mrs. Stacy fell into reminiscence and said slowly: "There were many unknown wild flowers in my garden when I was a child. Although they were not as exotic as the flowers in the painting, their natural growth and unrestrained state were very similar to the feeling conveyed in the painting. Seeing this painting is like returning to that carefree childhood."

Fisk listened to their conversation and felt a little annoyed. He didn't understand why Mrs. Stacy had so many feelings about Vanessa's paintings, and he didn't want to continue the topic.

He wanted to stay away from this woman.

This woman made him feel very uncomfortable.

Then he cleared his throat and said to Mrs. Stacy, "Dear, we have wasted quite a bit of time. Should we go now?"

Mrs. Stacy looked at Fisk, then at Vanessa, and said apologetically, “Miss Vanessa, it’s been a pleasure chatting with you today, but we do have other things to do.

I hope you can create more excellent works in the future."

"Thanks for your encouragement... We should have a cup of afternoon tea if we get a chance."

"There will be a chance!" Mrs. Stacy handed out her business card.

Chapter 234 The women are missing!

“What a beautiful painting!”

The painting on the wall was hung in Justin's office yesterday.

This painting comes from his wife who was always regarded as a vase.

To be honest, calling Mrs. Justin a vase may be a bit unfair to her in some ways.

Although, she was indeed just a beauty pageant winner who looked a bit better. At that time, she was like a bright meteor passing through everyone's vision. People paid more attention to her stunning appearance. She stood on the beauty pageant stage like a fine work of art for people to appreciate and admire.

However, this makes most people easily label her as "all show and no substance" when they see her for the first time, thinking that she is just relying on her looks to compete on this stage, and is a vain woman who relies on her face to gain short-lived glory.

However, it turns out that how can a woman who can become a national beauty pageant lady be just a vain woman?

Behind the beauty pageant, she went through countless hard trainings. Whether it was shaping her manners, accumulating knowledge or developing the ability to deal with various emergencies, it all required tremendous effort.

After becoming Mrs. Justin, she did not just be a vase, but started her own clothing business.

Moreover, she has demonstrated extraordinary talent and unique taste in the field of fashion design, and now has entered the art world, adding a lot of art collections to Justin.

Justin didn't know any Vanessa.

He was still enjoying the joy of stock profits.

At the beginning, he thought that Vanessa was just a person who was seeking fame and reputation.

But after this painting was hung on the wall.

Justin, for the first time, realized that his trophy wife had good taste.

The painting in front of you is called "Green Miracle in Steel".

The main subject of this painting is an abandoned steel factory. The huge steel structure is slightly worn out by the erosion of time, and the rusty metal surface seems to tell the past glory. The steel structure is like the skeleton of a giant. Although it has lost its former vitality, it still stands tall and witnesses the passage of time. The rust on each steel beam and each iron plate is a trace left by the years, like a silent history book, recording the former hustle and bustle.

However, in this steel ruin, lush green plants have grown tenaciously. The tender green branches and leaves poke their heads out from the cracks in the steel, like a group of curious elves spying on this steel world. They wind up along the steel structure, and the slender vines tightly wrap around the cold steel, as if giving it a warm hug. Each leaf is bright green, full of vitality and vigor, forming a sharp contrast with the surrounding rusty steel, as if playing a hymn of life in this dead ruin.

The painter uses delicate brushstrokes and bright color contrast to vividly express the collision between steel and nature. Each stroke is like a note carefully arranged by the painter, jumping on the canvas and combining into a visual symphony. From the dark gray of steel to the emerald green of green leaves, the color transition is natural and strong, which makes people shocked by the confrontation between life and death.

When Justin saw the painting for the first time, he was deeply attracted by it. He seemed to see the tenacity and perseverance of life, and the light of hope blooming in the most unlikely place. His eyes were fixed on the painting, and there was an indescribable light in his eyes, as if he had found resonance, or was inspired by something.

Justin felt like himself, always maintaining a positive and courageous spirit in the transition of different identities. He thought of how he had gone from being an unknown person to his current position step by step, and experienced countless setbacks and difficulties during the process. Just like the green plants in the steel ruins, they still strive to grow and find their own sunshine despite being surrounded by many difficulties.

"This painting is so well done!" Justin recalled his recent comeback and felt that his life was so similar to the painting in front of him. His thoughts drifted back to the days in the past, when he was despised and suppressed. But he never gave up, just like the green plants in the painting, struggling tenaciously to survive in adversity. Now, he finally saw a glimmer of hope and had a chance to rise again.

He couldn't help but feel full of energy and wanted to continue investing in the stock market. Fisk's money had been transferred, and of course he had signed the equity transfer agreement. The last shares of Hammer Industries were also taken away by Fisk. For him, this was like giving up a part of the past, but he knew that this was for a better future.

Justin didn't care now. As long as he could achieve his goal, the funds on hand were enough for him to establish a Hammer Group in a short period of time.

As for losing?

Don't be ridiculous, he won't lose.

Justin is now like a gambler who has lost his mind to gambling, but what he is gambling on is not his momentary luck, but his experience, wisdom and perseverance accumulated over the years.