Chapter 89

Jiang Xiaobai was a little aggrieved, but he didn't dare to say it, but he laughed.

"Mr. Li is an old friend of Mr. Jiang. Today is to see the paintings. I'll take them away. Mr. Li also has something to say to Mr. Jiang, so don't disturb them. Mr. Fang, if you have any paintings you want to do, please call me. I will be responsible for them."

Fang Zheng nodded.

"Xiaobai, why don't you stay with me for a few days?"

Fang Zheng saw Jiang Xiaobai's reluctance and invited him again.

Jiang Xiaobai just points his head back. Li Jinzhu holds Jiang Xiaobai's arm and smiles.

"I haven't seen you for more than three months. We agreed to go with me after painting. We have very important things to say."

Turn to look at Fang Zheng and Xu Haodong.

"Don't disturb me. You need a world of two. I'd better take him away."

With a polite nod, he takes away Jiang Xiaobai.

When the car left, Xu Haodong took Fang Zheng back to the house. After a look, the newly completed painting was taken away.

Don't you need to deal with it? Just take it away?

"The follow-up work will be done. It was sent directly to the exhibition and then collected by Mr. Li. The money for the paintings has been called to the agent and will be transferred to us in one or two days. "

"Who is Mr. Li?"

"Xiaobai is the only gold owner."

Xu Haodong doesn't quite understand.

Fang Zheng explained to him.

"Xiaobai has a lot of aura, but there's something wrong with his debut. His painting was copied. It was as like as two peas. He painted it first, but he was a famous master. He was our teacher's teacher. Our uncle came to meet our teacher. He pointed out one or two paintings when he was pointing to it. After he returned, he painted a picture that was almost identical and published. Xiaobai seems timid. In fact, he used to be very bold. He went directly to this martial uncle for theory. An unknown little painter, a famous painter for a long time. Who do you think others believe in? Xiaobai was scolded for nothing, there are all kinds of ugly words, what rubbed reputation has come out. Xiaobai and I are brothers of the same school. If I see that he has finished the painting bit by bit, I will prove it to Xiaobai. However, two less famous artists are not equal to a great painter. This matter was finally clarified, but Xiaobai was also run pitifully. I went back to Tengyun Town, and he came here to paint and hold a training class. "

"Master Li Jin..."

"Xiaobai's relative, like a distant relative, has a lot of money. Xiaobai's paintings don't sell very well. It seems that big painters have resisted Xiaobai. This Mr. Li has contracted 80% of Xiaobai's paintings. As long as Xiaobai paints, he will buy them. "

Xu Haodong suddenly holds Fang Zheng's hand with guilt.

"I'm sorry, daughter-in-law."

Fang Zheng looks at him in wonder. What's the matter?

"You see, I have no money. I can't collect all your paintings. You wait for me to make money very hard, you draw one, I buy one. When you close the pen, I'll open a personal painting gallery for you. All the paintings you've painted in your life will be put away and open to the public for free. Whoever comes to visit, I'll explain to them. This is one year and one month, my dear, what he created. That's all he's got from the green to the mature to the wonderful peak

Fang Zheng wants to laugh. Xu Haodong has a proud face. He wants to make more money, buy all Fang Zheng's paintings back, and set up a personal gallery. Isn't it super cow.

"Then I won't sell any money at all. I'll draw one and you'll hide one. What shall I eat? "

"I'll support you. Just make painting your hobby. You don't have to be your career. If you want to paint, you can paint. If you don't want to, you'll be idle."

"What's my occupation?"

"Eat, drink and enjoy my care. Happy every day

"Let's have a drink."

"Well, now that there are many guests in the teahouse every day, you just sit in the teahouse and sketch for them. A thirty.

That's OK.

Fang Zheng has been in the house for too long. Xu Haodong is afraid that he will be bored. Anyway, it's finished. Let's have a rest for a few days, drink tea, listen to music and see people.

Let him take it alone. For fear that he will think wildly, take him out to the teahouse and watch under his eyes.

Fang Zheng needs a time buffer. He spends a lot of time in this painting. He is very nervous. He needs to relax.

This painting is very large and long. The bearded brokers are very good at hyping and promoting it. Now they put pictures on microblog, and then they have a panoramic view. It soon attracts many people to watch. Professionals comment on it, and laymen watch it. It's very shocking. It's very large and almost full of pictures. It's smart and fairy. Taking the opportunity to buy hot spots, some people begin to look for it How many goblins are there.

Fang Zheng painted 108 goblins, mandrills, ghosts and spirits in different shapes. It's time to test his eyesight. This painting is regarded as a test of his eyesight. The mustache agent circled Fang Zheng Jiang Xiaobai's microblog on the Internet. Their microblog ah, Jiang Xiaobai's microblog is used to punch cards, play, find anything delicious and fun Fang Zheng's microblog is still opened by a small beard agent. Fang Zheng doesn't care about it. It's growing fast. It can be updated every two or three months, and he doesn't care how many fans he has.Fang Zheng sometimes put the things he drew on his micro blog. He doesn't have any theme and just Posts them casually.

When the bearded agent circled him, many people followed his microblog, and the number of fans increased ten times.

Fang Zheng idled for a few days, cleaning up the painting tools, washing the pens, and getting the paint, or Jiang Xiaobai reminded him to read the microblog, but he was not interested in it.

In the past, there were only one or two hundred fans. When I turned on my mobile phone, I almost got stuck.

A lot of people are asking him, saying it's 108 goblins. Where's the 108 th one.

No matter how good you look, the most you can find is more than 100 points, only a few of them make up 108. Many people draw out each goblin individually. It's really different in shape, and none of them is the same. Cute, cute, weird, curious, with a little bad.

It seems that everything is spirit, stone, flowers, trees, even water has become a demon.

These goblins are all over the painting. It seems that a very small flower may have a little flower spirit stretching its wings.

On the leaves, in the grass, behind the rocks.

In the early morning with dew, the valley was quiet and bustling.

It gives people a cool and fresh feeling.

Realistic paintings, coupled with myths, are dreamlike.

Fang Zheng circles out the most difficult goblin. It's an almost transparent goblin transformed from a drop of dew. If you don't look carefully, you really think it's just a drop of dew splashing down and splashing around. You can only see your nose and eyes clearly by holding a magnifying glass.

Fang Zheng and Jiang Xiaobai quickly became popular, and the bearded agent made proper hype and pasted their previous paintings.

Fang Zheng drew a group of cute pictures. Xu Haodong's and Fang Zheng forgot when they painted them for Xu Haodong. They were chased and beaten by Xu's mother. Many people are ha ha ha.

Some people have commented on Fang Zheng's paintings, which are very good, can render sad, refreshing and make people laugh.

Fang Zheng is sitting in the teahouse with snacks, tea and fruit in front of him. Xu Haodong is busy greeting the guests. Someone spills water on Xu Haodong, but Xu Haodong doesn't care. He greets the guests, lifts the hem of his T-shirt, holds it in his mouth, and lowers his head to wipe the water on his stomach with several paper towels. The perfect ABS come out, piece by piece.

On one side, some young girls screamed, shouting handsome tough guy. Xu Haodong was embarrassed and quickly put down his clothes.

Fang Zheng opens the picture book, turns his pencil and starts to draw.

An hour later, a tough and handsome guy with a T-shirt hem in his mouth and looking down at his abdominal muscles jumped onto the paper. Send it to Weibo immediately.

Xu Haodong didn't know what Fang Zheng was drawing. Seeing that he was so serious, he didn't disturb him. Then he took out a small blackboard and wrote on it, character sketch, thirty-one! Painting and tea are free!

The local people think it's expensive, but those who come to visit all want to have a rest.

A lot of young people came in and asked the boss who could draw a sketch, whether he could draw like it or not. Xu Haodong was talking about what national first-class painter he was and what he had won the title of young painter. Anyway, he added many titles to Fang Zheng himself.

It's frightening the guests.

When he was brought to Fang Zheng, he gave a polite smile and said, "sit down." then he began to open his picture book, take out his easel, and began to draw with his head down.

One day, he drew two pictures, and the two girls still haggled. How about two fifty dollars? Little brother begged you. Fang Zheng's face turned red. He hadn't accepted this kind of bargaining. He nodded quickly, and the two girls left happily with the picture.

Fang Zheng made 50 yuan a day.

Seeing Xu Haodong standing on one side laughing at him, Fang Zheng handed him 50 yuan.

"Today we'll have river traitor, braised spareribs and Dahua roast chicken."

Xu Haodong can't laugh or cry. The 50 yuan is not enough for him to eat.

Fang Zheng draws with his head down. Xu Haodong sits outside and looks at him. His slender fingers are very flexible. He can turn all kinds of pencils for painting on his fingers, and the painting tools are arranged in a row. If he draws for a long time, he will frown, and if he is annoyed, he will pout slightly. Most of the time, he likes to lean lazily.

Xu Haodong saw him turn his neck and came to rub his shoulder. Seeing him staring at a place for a long time, he secretly pushed a kitten to Fang Zheng's feet.

Kittens have special names that match their identities. Big kittens have two flowers, three colors and four blacks. It's not advanced at all. Chinese garden cat has a nickname of grounding.

But saqijiao makes people feel numb and tender. When they are hungry, everyone is their father and mother. When they catch someone, they scream with each other. They stare at innocent eyes and scratch you with their pink claws, just like a scratched heart. When I'm not hungry, everyone is my master. When I wake up, I wake up with a paw.

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