Chapter 190

Harvey managed to squeeze through the crowd. He saw a middle-aged man in the center of the crowd, who was well dressed and a little bloated, pointing at a girl and cursing. There was a sketch on the muddy ground. The white paper was immersed in the dirty water mixed with paint, and no concrete appearance could be seen.

The man dressed as a businessman, leaning on a crutch, stabbed at the painting on the ground and said, "what rubbish is this painting? What's the difference between this painting and children's graffiti on the roadside? Sure enough, I shouldn't let you, an apprentice, paint for the sake of being greedy for a little bit of cheapness. What art does a woman know? "

The painting was mangled by crutches. The girlish girl shivered at the sight of it. She wore a dirty long skirt and a scarf. Her appearance was pretty and refined. Freckles on her small face added a bit of youthful vitality to her. She retorted with a stiff neck: "but I just drew it according to your requirements."

The merchant gasped and roared: "Damn it! What is this painting worthy of my wife? "

The girl clenched her fist and repressed her anger: "woman is because I am a woman ~ ~"

"Niya A gentle man with long hair came out of the studio to stop the girl from going on.

The handsome and elegant man bowed to the businessman and apologized: "Mr. Fergus, I'm very sorry. My student is really not good at some skills. Well, you'll come here again in a week. I'll draw it myself this time. In order to show my apology, the price is free of charge, of course."

The merchant's face changed a lot and nodded: "Oh ~! You're welcome, Mr. Warren. You'll be fine if you paint yourself. "

The onlookers laughed and said in a loud voice: "ha ha, Fergus, so a woman just can't get on the stage. Thank you for taking her as an apprentice."

It seems that what happened here was not once or twice, and some painters sneered: "what qualifications do women have to become painters? Give up your childish ideas as soon as possible. "

"That's right. Just go back and wait to get married. If you want to be a professional painter, it's better to think that you will marry an aristocrat. But I think it's hard with your strange temper."

"You The girl was impatient. She could not look at her face any more. She lifted the wooden drawing board on the roadside with her hands and rushed to the crowd. When she waved it, the crowd all stepped back and avoided. Harvey stood in the same place and watched the scene. From the time she passed through to now, Harvey's contact with most of them were gentle and lovely western classical ladies. This was the first time Harvey saw such a woman out of this era.

The crowd dispersed, and Harvey, who was standing in the first row, didn't move much. The girl's Sketchpad naturally came towards Harvey. The girl's intention was to drive away the crowd. Unexpectedly, someone would not dodge like wood. Although she was very angry, she still controlled her reason and planned to stop.

Silver in the air, the girl's drawing board turned into a pile of broken wood.

No one knows what happened, just as the sketchpad structure is loose, it is used violently and falls apart, and the crowd laughs again.

Embarrassed, the girl bowed to Harvey. She packed up the drawing board on the ground and left quickly.

After the storm, the art street returned to its calm appearance. Harvey entered the studio that caused the disturbance and saw all kinds of paintings, including oil paintings and sketches, hanging in it. The sketches brightened Harvey's eyes. They were all decent portraits. It was obvious that Harvey had solid basic skills.

Harvey asked the male painter, known as Fergus, "are these all your works?"

Fergus replied with a smile, "yes, sir."

"That's good. So how much do you make a month?"

Fergus was stunned, looked up and down at Harvey, hesitated and said, "about three barons."

Three balun gold coins, which can be regarded as a large sum of money, enough to live a wealthy life for a family of three.

"I want to hire you to paint for my studio, and I can pay you six barons a month."

Six? Fergus's brush almost fell to the ground. He thought for a moment and shook his head: "I'm afraid I can't help you, sir. I've received enough work this month. If I can, I would recommend my student. She has the same painting skills as me."

"The lady with the drawing board just now?"

"Er..." Fergus looked embarrassed and didn't know how to respond.

"Sir!" The high female voice came from the side. The girl just walked out of the inner room, looked at Harvey with her eyes straight, and said clearly, "do you think women can't be painters? They can despise my work itself, but they can't insult my work because of my female identity. "

Harvey shrugged. "I never meant that, because the studio leader I'm talking about is a female painter."

The girl's eyes burst out with astonishing brilliance and sat over with a look of hope: "Oh! Please be sure to introduce her to me. You know, there are so few female painters here. I'm going to beat those who speak ill in the face

Harvey could not help nodding: "before that, may I see your work?"

"No problem."

The girl turned back to the inner room and took back several bound sketches for Harvey to watch. When he saw her paintings, Harvey was stunned. It is true that Fergus said that the girl's sketching skills are not weaker than him. However, these paintings obviously have a style totally inconsistent with the sketching of this era, It's better to say that the sketch content and details are similar to Shirley's novel illustration.

"Do you recognize it?" The girl who noticed the change of Harvey's face explained with pride: "these works are made by me by imitating the illustration style of the novel the count of Monte Cristo, and the illustration of the novel is the work of Ms. Sherry Adrian, but there are too few works of Ms. sherry, and those who only know money can't appreciate them, They buy paintings just to show off their wealth and superficial artistic vision. "

There are still Shirley fans?

Harvey's mood was a little complicated, but he was a little happy, but he didn't agree with the girl's statement, which was not recognized and accepted by the public. At least for this era, it's just a bad work. After thinking about it, he nodded to the girl and said, "yes, it's really outstanding as Mr. Fergus said. I'm willing to offer five barons a month to hire you to my studio. What do you think?"

Five barons!?

The girl stretched out her hands stiffly and counted one finger at a time. She looked stiff and asked, "how many barons are that five barons?"

"About five hundred and fifty." He added.

The girl screamed, took Harvey's right hand in her hands, and said excitedly, "deal, I'm very happy to work for you, sir."

Harvey nodded and said to Fergus, "what do you think? Mr. Fergus, my studio is still very short of excellent painters like you. "

The handsome man shook his head, still declined: "I'm very sorry, I prefer to create freely."

Harvey did not ask, write down the address of the house, let the girl go tomorrow, then leave here to continue looking for the next painter.

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Excited for a long time, the girl thought about it happily. After a long time, she suddenly realized what she was screaming and asked her teacher Fergus: "teacher! Is someone really going to hire me for five barons a month? I'm just your apprentice. I can't think of it

"That's the gentleman just now."

The girl was worried: "I mean, he is not a liar who kidnaps women! Although that suit is very good, I don't see him with a servant. He can really pay five barons. "

"Don't worry. If he can't pay, no one in Elroy can."

"What do you mean, teacher? Do you know him?"

"A word he said convinced me of his identity."

"What."

"His studio is dominated by a female painter."

The girl named Niya was very angry and waved her pink Fist: "indeed, there are almost no female painters in Elroy. Can't women become painters? Ms. Shirley has also become Mr. Adrian's special novel painter! Hum

"Niya, that's not what I mean. Can't you recognize it?"

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"Look at the address information that the gentleman left you just now, and think about every word he said."

After a meeting, Fergus's studio heard more high screams, which shocked most of the painters in the street. They almost thought that because of what happened just now, Fergus hanged Niya to fight. Otherwise, how could Niya, who was famous for his irascible temper, scream like ghosts and wolves.