Valkyrie Europa

Chapter 297 Art Street

After going all the way, Zhang Ang and Adolf arrived outside Vienna.

Several fences were erected at the city gate, forming a simple checkpoint. Dozens of soldiers in old-fashioned Austrian military uniforms were searching the people entering and leaving the city gate.

However, they didn't check strictly, they just browsed briefly and saluted, asked a few more questions, and then let it go easily.

The same is true for Zhang Ang and the others. After handing in a few random clothes and brushes and paints, they answered a few questions such as "Where are you from?" "Where are you from?" "What are you doing in Vienna?" Because of the problem, the two were regarded as young painters who came to Vienna to study and were sent into the city.

The atmosphere in the city was a bit tense, there were groups of soldiers passing by constantly on the street, and they were in a hurry, and some were escorting some carts loaded with materials such as bricks, tiles, and wood.

Fortunately, these soldiers didn't pay attention to the two of them, and drove away with the cart on their own.

After entering the city, the first thing to do is of course find a place to live, and then go to inquire about the news, and design an assassination plan based on the news.

"Adolf, I remember you said before that you came to Vienna to study, do you know where there is a place to stay?" Zhang Ang turned his head and asked.

After thinking for a while, Adolf said: "Look at the current atmosphere in the city, as the two of us, it is not suitable to live in a regular hotel, where the interrogation is detailed, and there are a lot of surveillance, it is easy to be noticed, it is better to stay in those who are not How is it normal?"

"Not very formal? What does it look like?" Zhang Ang said he didn't understand.

"It's the one I lived in when I was in Vienna." Adolf explained a little, but didn't say much.

After walking with Adolf for a while, Zhang Ang basically understood what "not very formal" meant.

Vienna is the number one art capital in the mainland, but it doesn't mean that all the artists who live here are great artists. Any piece of work can be sold for sky-high prices.In addition to ordinary citizens, there are also a large number of low-level painters and musicians here. They can't even be called masters. It's not an exaggeration to say that they are painters or performers.

They are often the ones who were rejected in the entrance examinations of the two major academies. Some of them were not talented enough, some were a little older, and some were cut off from being a great artist just because of the examiner's "no aura". the way.

Most of these people are not willing to give up the path of art, leaving Vienna and returning to their hometowns to be ordinary people, but have lived in Vienna. When they are younger, they will seriously prepare for the next year's admission assessment, while when they are older, they will often go to the hospital. Painting and playing on the street, with anticipation, hoping that passing masters will take a fancy to them and recruit them as disciples.Of course, such legends circulated in the circles of these people from time to time, but no one has ever been able to verify them.

Leaving the main road, Zhang Ang followed Adolf to a long alley. According to Adolf, this alley is called "Art Street" and is the settlement of artists at the bottom of Vienna.

The art street is very lively, both sides of the street are full of people, and the walls of the surrounding houses are also covered with paintings, including landscapes, buildings, flowers, portraits of people, all kinds, different And feet.Occasionally, passers-by would stop, chat with the owner of the painting, and buy the one they fancy.

According to Zhang Ang, these paintings are very good, but they are obviously not worth the price. Most of them are sold in silver coins and copper, without a trace of gold.

There are also some people holding flutes, violins, and cellos, standing on the side of the street and playing unknown tunes, but these players are generally far away, and there are very few who are willing to drop coins into the piano box in front of them .

Whether it is a painter or a performer, their clothes are very simple, and there are many patches on their clothes. Some musical instruments also have traces of repairs. It can be seen that they are relatively financially struggling, and most of them have melancholy faces and no smiles. .

"Have you set up a stall here before?" Zhang Ang asked Adolf curiously.

"No, although I have lived here for several years, I have never set up a stall. I have a regular job." Adolf blushed a little.

"Fixed job? Painting postcards?" Zhang Ang then asked.

"No, no, it's not a postcard, it's another kind of painting... um... It's just a simple hand-to-mouth job, there's nothing to talk about." Adolf interrupted the topic, obviously not wanting to continue.

Walking through this long alley, a row of old houses appeared in front of the two of them.

"Okay, here it is." Adolf introduced: "This is the cheapest place to live in Vienna, and no one checks your identity here."

Follow Adolf into the house, and there is a small room with a small window open.

I saw Adolf walked over familiarly, took out a few silver coins and slapped them on the table, and said, "Open an independent house! Is it still the old price?"

The small window was opened, and an old man looked out from the window. He looked Adolf up and down, as if he suddenly remembered something: "Hey, isn't this Adolf? Why are you back? I haven't seen you for a few years, how strong is he?" .”

"Come and do something." Adolf said coldly with a pale face.

"Oh, I still open an independent house, and I don't sleep in the Datong bunk. It seems that I have made a fortune." The old man seemed to be very familiar with Adolf: "Is the one in the back your friend?"

"Yes, it's my friend. Hurry up and give me the key." Adolf said impatiently.

"Oh, really, I still don't have any patience at all. Can't you chat with me, an old guy after so many years?" The old man's tone was full of complaints: "You were so down and down at the beginning, because I let you On credit, did you find a job for you?"

"Let's talk after we chat. Settling down today, and I have to go out later." Adolf's face was a little unnatural.

"Okay, okay, here you are." The old man threw out a bunch of keys from the window: "Third floor, 305, the third room on the left."

After receiving the key, Adolf led Zhang Ang upstairs without hesitation, as if he didn't want to stay below for a second.

But as soon as he stepped on the stairs, the old man's voice came from behind: "Oh, by the way, Adolf, do you still paint? I happen to have a job here, and the salary is very good. It's the same as your previous job, or Draw women, you know. Oops, I have to say, your kid draws women."

"Let's go." Before he finished speaking, Adolf greeted Zhang Ang and led him upstairs as if he was running away.

After settling down in the small room, looking at the flushed Adolf, Zhang Ang decided not to expose his scars, which would embarrass others, and asked him what kind of women he drew before.

Instead, he said directly: "Okay, I've settled down, let's inquire about the news next, are there any lively bars in Vienna?"

(End of this chapter)