Manhattan Reborn 1978

new York.

Manhattan, Lower East Side.

Zina, the tour guide of today's "tour group", led six people, David, Susan, Elena, Toby, Tilda Swinton, and Cui Yingying.

Get off the bus at the intersection of Henry Street and Park Street in the Lower East Side, and prepare to walk all the way east to visit various "avant-garde culture" experience stores or experience areas in the area~

Because last night, David wanted to give Tilda Swinton a better experience during her trip to New York, so he suddenly organized today's "tour group" activity.

As for this arduous "tour guide" task, after much deliberation, David could only find Zina, who had gone to Jersey City for business last night and came back very late.

. . .

Henry Street.

Zina glanced across the street at several young black boys who were peering at their group of strange outsiders. She shook her head and smiled at David and the others.

"We are all passers-by here today~"

"Everyone just watch and listen, don't do any extreme behavior, let alone shout or say anything that will put us in danger, okay?"

"..ok!"

David glanced down, then looked around at the very "down-to-earth" clothes on the women, then turned to complain to Mike Bai behind him.

"No matter how you look at it, you guys look like bastards who want to push ignorant young people like us into the pit of fire!"

"Hahaha~"

"The residents in this area, except for poisonous insects, are just poor people~even gangs are not willing to hang around here~"

"Where is the fire pit?"

"Hahaha~"

. . .

Black Mike and Giovanni, who took the initiative to walk in front of Zina, looked back at the laughing people and couldn't help but smile and shake their heads. They felt a little more knowledgeable about the messy and garbage-strewn scene on the streets here.

Zina glanced at the women crowded around David, and asked them to cover most of their faces with slightly old scarves, then she led the way with a smile and said with a smile.

"In the avant-garde art I just mentioned, the concept of the word avant-garde is quite vague. It originally referred to a group of New York artists who gathered together~"

"They feel that they shoulder a strong sense of mission of the times and have the courage to challenge traditional aesthetic values~"

"At the same time, they are also opposed to popular culture and the traditional cultural lifestyle of the middle class."

"Therefore, avant-garde art works usually carry all kinds of mysteries rich in metaphors. Only a relatively small number of artists with the necessary professional knowledge are able to understand and appreciate these works~"

"Look~"

"It seems like someone splashed a large amount of blue paint on that wall~"

"In the middle of the paint, there is also a sun drawn~"

"This kind of graffiti paintings that can be seen everywhere on the streets is caused by some immature avant-garde artists who hope to make their ideas visible to more people, so they chose this method~"

David and others looked at the "work" on the wall across the street and were speechless~

"That...is it really a sun?"

"Should...right~"

"I think it looks more like a fried egg... or an uncooked sun-dried egg~"

"Hmm~ That makes sense!"

"Hahaha~"

. . .

Everyone continued to follow Zina and continued along Henry Street.

“The New York School that we occasionally hear about now is a group of avant-garde artists that emerged rapidly after World War II.”

"In the past 30 years of historical development, many important avant-garde art schools have emerged in New York~"

"Among them, pay attention to the abstract expressions of the 40s, the pop art and minimalist art of the early 60s~"

"As well as formal paintings in the late 60s, photorealistic attention and pattern paintings in the early 70s, etc.~"

"In the past two years, a new group of schools has emerged from these schools...a school called Neo-Expressionism~"

"These endless avant-garde art factions can develop rapidly and gain great attention, which is inseparable from the support of the government and the people's increasing demand for aesthetics~"

Zina stopped at an intersection with a red light, pointed to a small gallery across the street, and smiled.

“I have an art critic friend, David Bolton.”

"In order to keep up with the development speed of today's art world, he must visit [-] to [-] galleries every day."

"According to him, before 1970, these modern avant-garde art works were rarely within the sight of mainstream art consumer groups~"

"In recent years, especially after the death of Pablo Picasso, one of the founders of modern art and the famous abstract painter in 1973~"

“The auction volume of the entire modern art market has shown a blowout growth of more than 500% every year~”

"Looking at the overall art market prices, more than two-thirds of the market prices of artists' works have increased to varying degrees~"

"In the past three years, almost half of the works of abstract expressionist painters have been auctioned for more than 10 yuan!"

"The number of artists holding solo exhibitions in New York has also increased nearly four times in the past three years!"

. . .

Zina led everyone and stood outside a gallery that was not that big in appearance, and said with a smile.

"This is an old friend of mine who opened a small gallery for some unsuccessful painter friends~"

"Everyone can go in and take a look around to see if there are any paintings you are interested in~"

"Oh~ that's right!"

"I would like to remind everyone, after entering, try not to bargain for the paintings inside~"

"What they care more about is that their art can be seen by more people. The price is just what they write on it as they please~"

"Ok!"

David and the women all nodded in understanding.

The two Mikes, Giovanni, One-Eyed Andres and others stood at the door of the gallery with expressions of uninterested faces. They relaxedly lit up a cigarette and started chatting~

. . .

After half an hour.

Everyone in the “tourist group” walked out of the small gallery~

David held two small wrapped picture frames in his arms, and handed them to Black Mike who came over, smiling.

"Put them away~ Maybe in a few years, these two paintings can be exchanged for several luxury apartments in Manhattan!"

"What?" There was a question mark on Black Mike's face. He curiously looked down at the picture frame in his hand, shook his head and said nothing.

Xina's eyes were very keen, and she found some satisfied and unfinished expressions on Tilda Swinton's face, so she smiled and continued to lead a few people forward and introduced.

"You can't imagine that most of the painters in the works you just saw have a master's degree or above!"

"In fact, as early as more than ten years ago, in the 60s when various civil rights movements were flourishing, artists had already reached the upper middle class in the United States~"

"The number of master of arts graduates graduating from prestigious schools, universities, and art schools in the United States is also doubling every year, and it is growing rapidly~"

“Generally speaking, those who have received higher education are most likely to participate in popular cultural activities and are most likely to gain widespread attention~

"For college students, art is a means for young people to convey their humanistic values, so it is necessary to set up an art museum on campus or regularly hold some art exhibitions~"

. . .

Zina stopped again~

She stood in front of a spacious gallery and smiled at a few people.

"With the above factors, coupled with some mass media with high circulation, which have vigorously promoted the visual appreciation of modern art, more avant-garde artists have the space and soil to develop ~ "

"Here is a display window gallery for abstract expressionist paintings and minimalist paintings opened by a friend of mine~"

"It's still the same old rules!"

"Everyone can look around and shop around, but don't comment or bargain easily..."

"If there is a painting that you like more, tell me ~ I will help you get it done!"

"Ok!"

David and others followed Zina into the gallery.

The three bodyguards, One-Eyed Andres and others once again skillfully dispersed around and found themselves a "good place" to smoke and chat ~

. . .

noon.

Manhattan.

Near the intersection of Fourth Avenue and 39th Street, Kailiwei Steakhouse.

The waiter brought delicious steaks to several people, as well as the caviar salad recommended by the restaurant chef today~

David raised his glass and smiled at the girls: "This is my first time visiting New York like this, a city I have lived in for more than three years~"

"It's too big~!"

"We simply can't visit every corner of it and see everything in a short period of time~"

"Tilda, I hope you are satisfied with this morning's itinerary!"

"Haha~ I'm very satisfied!"

"Okay~ In the afternoon, Zina just suggested to me that we can visit the many museums on Fifth Avenue together, or go to Broadway to watch some interesting shows~"

"Tilda, you choose~"

"Oh~ let me choose?"

"Of course!"

"Then... we'll give you the answer after lunch, okay?"

"Hahaha~ok!"

"Cheers, ladies!"

"Cheers~"

. . .

On the table.

In recent months, Susan, who rarely went out to play or eat with David, seemed to be opened up to chat, and kept asking Zina for information about the Lower East Side artist gathering place that she visited in the morning.

Zina also discovered the presence in Susan's happy eyes that had been ignored by everyone. She smiled and answered many detailed questions for Susan and a few others.

"Manhattan, as the city center of New York, has an extremely rich and diverse life circle~"

“There are not only a large number of clubs of different styles, small theaters and bars and other representative gathering places~”

“This is also a gathering place for a large number of musicians, musicians, graffiti masters, freelance dancers, photographers, curators, painters, poets, writers, directors, actors, collectors, and various avant-garde artists~”

"As for artists, people's popular understanding of them is a group of cultural people who play with art, which combines a very popular external image + weird aesthetics, works + solitary creative methods, etc."

"However, they are also human beings, and they also need to support themselves in various ways in order to continue their artistic life~"

“So, this gave birth to appreciation, criticism, collection, etc., and a new life circle was born around artworks and artists.”

"Of course~"

"For the innovation and support of art, traditional academia and academic circles are also important behind-the-scenes promoters~"

"Many of them are editors, reporters, critics, university art department instructors, etc. from traditional media, or museum staff, art gallery staff, art collectors, art dealers, etc."

“Through their support and promotion behind the scenes, more young people with potential can gradually come into the public eye~”

"Only can a small number of outstanding avant-garde artists be able to achieve their financial goals by selling their works entirely, and can put down all their burdens and pursue their ultimate artistic dreams wholeheartedly."

Zina took a small leaf from the salad plate, held it in her hand and smiled.

“For an art genre to break through the limitations of its social group and expand its influence, it must be recognized by the art world!”

“In order to gain recognition, members of these schools must gain support from the art world or its peripheral core figures~”

“Because the audience for avant-garde art is often considered to be the elite of the upper middle class.”

"Therefore, the outstanding purchasing power of this group has allowed the works of modern artists to be rapidly promoted since more than ten years ago, and has also made the collection of avant-garde art a profitable new industry~"

"Here, I have to mention the master painter of modern abstraction, Pablo Picasso!"

"Picasso was an extremely prolific painter~"

"After his death, some media counted his lifetime paintings, which totaled nearly 37000!"

"Among these works, there are less than 2000 oil paintings, about 7000 sketches, and more than 2 prints."

Zina put a small piece of vegetable leaf in her hand into her mouth and continued with a smile.

"Obviously, the life of the artist Picasso was a completely different and extremely exciting life compared with the impoverished Vincent Van Gogh~"

"Vincent Van Gogh was obsessed with his creations all his life. Because he had no money to treat his wife, he could only watch her die in front of him."

"In the end, he also used his own paintbrush to record the portrait of his wife on the bed after her death... instead of using the money to buy paints to hold a more decent funeral for his wife..."

“And what about Picasso?”

"His life can be called extremely brilliant!"

"Pablo Picasso was the first painter in history to live and see his works collected in the Louvre!"

"He is also an internationally recognized art master~"

"His creations almost reflect and witness the important process of the development of modern art. They have also had a very significant role and influence in promoting world art, and have greatly changed people's thinking and ways of creating and appreciating paintings."

Zina put down the tableware in her hand and looked at David. After seeing the appreciation and encouragement in his eyes~

Xina finally looked at today's "protagonist", Tilda Swinton, put away some of her smiles, and said seriously.

"But, in my opinion~"

"Since the beginning of the 20th century, the 19-year-old Picasso has emerged, completely conquering the capital of art and becoming the most dazzling new star in Paris."

"Paris is just the starting point for Picasso. This noble primitive man from Spain completed his conquest of the world here!"

"But if we look at it from a deeper perspective, Picasso also paid a heavy price while winning wealth and fame!"

"For example: homeless, isolated, and lonely."

"Because he embraced romantic idealism, Picasso was out of touch with history and the environment."

"I think the biggest tragedy of Picasso is that as the most outstanding artist, although he was able to constantly subvert his self-perception, he could never find a satisfactory subject matter and always had to ask himself questions in order to change his mind. Deep in his soul, he found an answer that satisfied him~

"We can also see Picasso's helpless self-deprecation and despair from the monkey images that constantly appear in his paintings in the later stages of his life~"

Xina leaned back, folded her arms in front of her chest, lowered her voice, shook her head and said helplessly.

"Although, Picasso's last wife, the Hispanic Jacqueline Locke, created a warm and peaceful world for him in his later years~"

"But I don't envy his life at all, and I even disdain those so-called...his last realistic portraits~"

"I think that when people pursue art, they can give up all their pursuit of quality of life, but they can't forget that they are still ordinary people. This is a very important concept!"

"As humans, we will be thirsty, hungry, and feel alone and lonely!"

"As humans, we will have emotional needs, we will need friends, family and lovers, the most selfless love!"

"If these elements of life are separated, the so-called artist will become a sad and regrettable... joke~"

"And the art they spend their whole lives pursuing...cannot be criticized by people..."

. . .

On the table.

At some point, everyone stopped eating and silently paid attention to today's "protagonist", Tilda Swinton.

After Zina's voice stopped, David picked up the wine glass, motioned to her, and smiled.

"I've thought of a job that's more suitable for you!"

"Are you interested?"

"Oh? What is it?"

"My personal art consultant!"

"Hahaha~ It's my pleasure!"

"Hahaha~Thank you!"

"Everyone, please raise your glass again to Zina!"

"...To Zina!"

"Cheers~"

----

Manhattan.

Located in Bryant Park between Fifth Avenue and Sixth Avenue, 40th Street and 42nd Street.

The warm sunshine in the afternoon spreads into this quiet park amidst the hustle and bustle.

The middle of the park is covered with ice rink every winter, providing a free winter recreational skating rink to the public.

(Many of the Manhattan park ice rinks we often see in movies and TV series are shot in Bryant Park in winter.)

. . .

Bryant Park, a forest path.

David looked at Susan, Elena, Toby, Tilda, and Cui Yingying walking in front, turned to Zina beside him, and asked with a smile.

"Who did you go to see last night?"

"Is it going well?"

Zina held David's arm and breathed in the slightly cold air. She turned her head and glanced at the sunlight spreading among the branches above her head, nodded slightly and smiled.

"My old friend Aretha introduced me to her goddaughter, who has a great voice!"

"I plan to wait until the child grows up a little and completes high school, then I will take her with me and train her well."

"Aretha Franklin's goddaughter?"

"Okay~"

David slowed down, took Zina's hand with his hand, and asked seriously.

"I want you to join CAA as my investment agent and become one of the heads of CAA's New York branch."

Zina blinked in surprise and asked with a smile: "caa?"

"Yes!"

"It...is still a very small company, right?"

"You want it to be with our agency..."

"Yes, merge!"

"...Okay! It's all up to you!" Zina thought for only two seconds, then nodded and agreed.

But David had no intention of "letting go" her easily and continued to laugh.

"The art consultant I just mentioned was not a joke~"

"Oh? You want...?"

"That's right!"

David looked around, pondered for two seconds, and said in a low voice: "Initially, I planned to use the art market that is slowly becoming more popular now to find a way for the Sidrich family's shady black money. A shortcut to quickly clean up your skin~"

"But they are no longer needed~"

David spread his right arm, hugged the slightly thin Zina directly, and laughed softly.

"The art collection market is like a big gold mine that everyone is greedy for~"

"Everyone who enters this industry wants to..."

. . .

Zina followed David's footsteps and listened to some of his plans, with a strange smile on her face and whispered.

"Someone is already doing what you are talking about!"

"Oh??"

This time it was David's turn to be surprised~

However, he was relieved in an instant~

"Is the other party very powerful?"

“Calculated individually, it shouldn’t be too big~”

"But they are already joining forces to form an underground alliance and monopolize this industry~"

"Hmm~Monopoly?"

"Hehe~"

"Is there anyone more naive than me?"

"Hahaha~"

Zina laughed happily, shook her head slightly and said, "What now? You still want to..."

"Of course!"

"This Dajin Mountain is not a business that can cover the sky with just one hand because of an underground alliance!"

David raised his head to face the sun, took a deep breath, and said with a smile: "We might as well enter this situation openly and open an art auction company."

“Open another art museum and make it the largest exhibition venue for avant-garde artists’ works!”

"How about it?"

"The biggest? How big do you want it to be?"

"As big as you can make it~"

Zina couldn't help but curl her lips and said with a smile: "Is it bigger than Rockefeller Center?"

"Hahaha~ With our current strength, that's still impossible~"

"However, it is still possible to find a large abandoned factory building in the suburbs and build a modern art museum with unique taste..."

Zina's eyes lit up, she quickly calculated in her mind, and nodded slightly.

"This plan is feasible!"

"But it may not make you money back on your investment."

"Haha~ For the sake of art, what's a few small coins?"

"..."

"Besides, I didn't say I had to pay for it myself!"

"Um...who do you want to invest in?"

David smiled and shook his head: "It's a secret!"

"Tch~" Qina Hao rolled her eyes at him, raised her eyes to look at the women who had walked away, and said with a smile.

"How long are you going to hold me?"

"Oh~ you don't like it?"

"...I like it! But this is inappropriate~"

"Haha~ You are so considerate!"

Zina pretended to be helpless and sighed: "Hey~ I'm just old, not stupid~"

"Well~ people become more flavorful when they get older!"

"Hey, asshole! You're playing with fire, do you know that?"

"Hahaha~ I dare to play with anything, just playing with fire...what does it count?"

Xina suppressed the smile on her lips, shook her head, and said warmly: "Stop making trouble! Let's catch up!?"

"it is good!"

"I'll let you go this time!"

"Cut~"

"Hahaha~"

----

sunset.

East side of New York City.

Changdao County, inside Livlin's private villa.

The "tourist group" who had spent a whole day in New York paid a friendly and warm social visit to Livlin's private residence.

Livlin, who had already ordered people to prepare fine wine and delicious food, and together with the "host" Leslie, warmly entertained several people, and after dinner, led several people to visit Livlin and Leslie, A well-prepared underground storage for collectibles.

When rows of lights in the warehouse light up, each collection-level motorcycle shows off its cold yet charming appearance. .

Susan, who had already "treasured" two motorcycles in the Wildfire Bar, suddenly jumped on David, and whispered in David's ear with excitement and surprise for a long time. .

David decided after seeing the "squeaky" expression on Leslie's face. .Bypass him and go find "rich" Livlin~

. . .

After half an hour.

In the courtyard inside the villa, the car lights are shining, and the roar of the motorcycle engine can be heard far away~

Leslie, who is responsible for teaching several girls how to drive motorcycles, feels heartbroken, has a headache, and her face hurts at the moment~

His face hurts because he smiled too much, used too much force, and was tired~

cough~

If only the after-dinner activities could be arranged once~

Leslie would never show off to others the precious collection that Livlin had prepared for him~

Even Cui Yingying, who has always been shy and introverted in front of David. .

Tonight was like becoming a "valkyrie", riding one of Leslie's "favorite" motorcycles, galloping back and forth in the yard without any stage fright. .

And when Tilda Swinton, who had never touched a motorcycle but had only ridden a bicycle, wore a motorcycle protective helmet and acted "extremely chic" in front of Leslie, performing high-speed idling and violent starts. .

David noticed with sharp eyes that the knuckles of his fingers that were pinching his thigh were slightly white from excessive exertion~

"Hehe~"

"Man, don't be so excited~ They can't handle these motorcycles!"

"Besides, even if it goes wrong, Livlin will definitely be able to help you find a better... collectible, right?"

"roll!"

"Hey.."

. . .

two hours later.

This group of women, who in Leslie's eyes have been directly promoted to the level of "aunts and aunts", have finally had enough and are tired of playing~

Livlin, as the leader of this group of female knights, was the first to praise the "elite rider" who everyone praised, Xina!

Her outstanding grace on the motorcycle is definitely the "mvp" tonight~

Of course~

With the best, there will be the worst ~

Toby Olga, as an academic master who is familiar with multiple languages, is as clumsy as a four-year-old child on how to control a motorcycle to turn. .

This had to make the girls, David and Leslie have a very heated debate on the intrinsic connection between the obviously excessive "proud" burden on her chest and her athletic cells ~

But, it’s a pity~

This debate should be the most eye-catching debate among men in history. In the end, due to the early return of Livlin’s father, old Mr. Cherov, it ended hastily~

. . .

On the second floor of the villa, in the study.

California's most famous business tycoon, Piro Jan Cherov, was wearing a brown-red vest and sitting on the sofa.

Because he had just washed his hair, his hair style did not look very refreshing~

But his sharp eyes were like a falcon staring at its prey, and his whole body exuded a sense of tension that made both David and Leslie feel inexplicably nervous~

"Lesley, David."

"Uh...yes uncle!"

"Hmm~"

"It was you two boys who arranged for Livlin to go to London?"

"..Yes!"

"Whose idea?"

David glanced at Leslie's "coward" look and simply spread his hands and smiled.

"Uncle, it's me!"

"Hmm~"

Old Cherov glanced back and forth at David a few times, nodded with satisfaction, and showed a smile.

"Livlin said to me, you're funny?!"

"..."

"Then why would she choose you? Leslie!"

"..."

"My daughter, I know her very well~"

"She always treats things and people the more she likes them, the more generous she becomes~"

"She is very generous to both of you~"

"Leslie, now that she has chosen you, what will you do to her?"

"..."

. . .

David, who felt like he was "inexplicably lying", caught a glimpse of the "coward" reaction on Leslie's face. He couldn't help but smacked his lips a few times, hesitated for a few seconds, and then gritted his teeth and smiled.

"Uncle~"

"I have a little story that may satisfy you!"

Old Cherov narrowed his eyes and was stunned for a moment, then nodded slowly and said: "Let's talk~"

"Ahem~ok!"

"Once upon a time... there was a small village hidden in the mountains."

"One day, an old Zen master who felt physically and mentally exhausted came to the small village by chance. He was attracted by the beautiful environment here and wanted to live here without leaving~"

"The villagers with simple nature expressed their incomparable enthusiasm when they learned that this old Zen master with extremely rich knowledge and experience planned to settle in the village~"

"They helped the old Zen master build a small house and surrounded a small yard, and also sent a lot of daily necessities and food~"

"From then on, the old Zen master became a part of this remote mountain village and lived a lively and peaceful secluded life~"

David picked up the juice at hand, took a big sip, glanced at Leslie who cast a "grateful" look at him, smiled, and continued.

"one day."

"A villager who went out to sell goods came to the old Zen master's door with a little pony and asked him: All my goods were only exchanged for this strong little pony. Look, I Have you earned it?"

"The old Zen master looked at the little pony and found a hint of joy in the villager's eyes. He didn't say anything more. He just said: wewillsee~"

(wewillsee~literally translated means: let's wait and see~let's wait and see~wait and see.)

"The villagers did not understand what the old Zen master meant, but they did not continue to ask questions. They happily took the pony and went home~"

"One day two years later, the same villager found the old Zen master again with a panicked and sad expression, and told him: My son accidentally fell off while riding a horse and broke one of his legs!"

"Tell me, what should I do!?"

"The old Zen master thought about it very seriously, shook his head slightly and said: wewillsee~"

"After that, he never spoke again~"

"The villager waited for a long time but did not get a more satisfactory answer. He could only go home dejectedly to take care of his son."

"It's half a year later again."

"It was the same village name who found the old Zen master again. He said with a trace of joy on his face: You must have never imagined that recently, all the young people in the village have been forcibly recruited to serve in the army. Only my son was not recruited because of his lameness. Choose..."

"That's what you mean when you say wewillsee~, right?"

"The old Zen master frowned. After thinking for a long time, he shook his head and said the sentence again: wewillsee~"

"This time, the villager seemed to understand the worry in the old Zen master's words. He also showed a hint of enlightened worry, lowered his head, and went home~"

"really!"

"Soon after, those young people who were forced to leave the small villages and went to the battlefield had a hard life due to the lack of important labor force at home~"

"The young man with a lame leg couldn't bear to see everyone continue to suffer, so he secretly took his family's horse and left the small village, hoping to find a way to survive for his family and villagers~"

"But once he left, there was no news~"

"When the old Zen master was about to die, none of the young people in the village who were forced to join the army, nor the lame young man, returned home~"

"The villager, who was also in his twilight years, asked the old Zen master again when he saw him for the last time."

"The old Zen master who was about to pass away looked at the old villager in front of him with clear eyes, sat up hard, and said those words to him again: wewillsee~!"

"However, this time, the tone of the old Zen master's words lacked some deep awe and added some letting go and relief~"

"The old villager who heard these words again seemed to have felt something. He sat opposite the old Zen master with a smile on his face, and walked away with his gradually lower breathing~"

David raised his neck, drank all the juice in his hand, took a deep breath, shook his head and sighed.

"wewillsee~!"

"This sentence, in my opinion, is the Zen master's insight into life and the future that is full of Zen ideas."

"but!"

"It's also a passive, negative attitude!"

"If I were that lame young man, I would choose to leave this hopeless small village and go out to have a try!"

"Waiting may not bring about the good results that people most want to see~"

"Don't use your own life to verify your choice..."

"Then there will never be any point in wewillsee!"

. . .

in the study.

Old Cherov opened his eyes slightly, stared at David for a long time, and couldn't help laughing.

"You bastard...hahaha~"

"Haha~Thank you!"

Leslie also seemed to wake up from the so-called "Zen machine" and cast a strange and strange look at David.

"wewillsee~! Huh?"

"Hahaha~ That's right!"

"Hahaha~"