movie plot shuttle ring

Chapter 1165
Wang Lao looked back and forth between Chen Ziang and the painting, and shook his head after a long time, "Impossible, this kind of painting skills can't be painted in a year or so, at least 30 years of painting skills are needed, if I didn't guess If it’s wrong, this painting shouldn’t be from you, right?”

"Old Wang, you are really astute, you are right." Chen Ziang didn't bother to talk to the old man, so he simply said according to his wish, as long as the painting is framed as soon as possible.

Elder Wang was very proud, but he saw that Chen Ziang's eyes were full of perfunctory, so he said in a deep voice, "Well, if you really have the ability, you can draw a small painting on the spot, if it is not much different from the one you have , I will frame it for you for free!"

"It's a deal!" Chen Ziang agreed without even thinking about it. Naturally, it was not to save a few pennies, but to convince the old man.

The bosses in the store were ready to watch the show with great interest, and Mr. Wang said loudly, "Apprentice, give this distinguished guest the Four Treasures of the Study."

That apprentice was the framer who entertained Chen Ziang at the beginning. Hearing Mr. Wang's opening, he quickly took out the paints and other things needed for painting. After Chen Ziang picked up the brush, he saw two children about seven or eight years old playing around at the door of the opposite shop. , So I closed my eyes and imprinted this scene in my mind, and then.

He opened his eyes suddenly.

Chen Zi'ang held the paintbrush and walked on the paper like a dragon coiling a snake. The strength was heavy and light. The most important thing was that the speed was so fast that everyone's eyes couldn't even keep up with the speed of his painting.

Seeing this, Mr. Wang already shook his head secretly in his heart. The journey of painting has always been slow work and meticulous work. Although some painters paint faster, they are not as fast as the young man in front of him. This is simply nonsense.

In less than 10 minutes, Chen Ziang had already put down his paintbrush, and there was a vivid picture of children playing on the white paper.

"Awesome! Master!"

"Such a young master, the future is amazing!"

Several rich bosses had already started flattering Chen Ziang, but Chen Ziang ignored them and responded with a faint smile.

As a professional, Mr. Wang frowned after reading this painting, and said, "Your painting is indeed very good, but compared with the previous one, it lacks artistic conception and has many flaws."

"Wait a minute, I haven't finished painting yet." After Chen Zi'ang finished speaking, he picked up the cup of tea that was served earlier, drank half of it and put it in his mouth, then opened his mouth suddenly and spit it out.

The sprayed mist fell on the drawing, and the few places that hadn't dispersed at first, but seemed too forceful, were completely coordinated, and the spray by Chen Ziang seemed more real.

Those local tyrants were stunned, and they couldn't help thinking, "There is such an operation?"

Chen Zi'ang imitated a painting method used by Tang Bohu in Tang Bohu's Spotting Autumn Fragrance. Although the effect of spraying water can be achieved without spraying water, he missed such a technique for the sake of shock.

"Papa papa!!!" The sound was endless, and several fat and rich bosses clapped their hands and praised him. They had never seen such painting skills before.

"This..." Elder Wang stared wide-eyed, after marveling, he bowed to Chen Ziang and said, "This old man has eyes but doesn't know Mount Tai. He questioned the master, and I hope the master will forgive him."

"I'm not a master, I'm just improvising." Chen Ziang waved his hand. It always feels a bit awkward to be called a master by such an old man.

Seeing that Chen Ziang was not proud of his talents, Mr. Wang felt a little more admiration, and said sonorously, "Don't worry, I will definitely use the best materials to frame this painting of yours. Please leave an address. Deliver it to your door!"

"No need, I'll just come and get it myself. By the way, how long will it take?" Chen Ziang didn't like strangers visiting the manor very much, so he declined.

"Ten days!" Elder Wang gave a deadline. Chen Ziang nodded and accepted this time. Ten days later, before Jin Rui's wedding, he would be able to give him the framed painting.

"Master! Can you sell this painting to me? I am willing to pay 50 yuan!" A fat boss asked with a smile.

"I won't sell it. I'm keeping this painting as a gift." Chen Ziang was a little impatient. How could he sell the painting he planned to give Jin Rui? What is the friendship between the two of them?

"Master, your understanding is wrong. I'm talking about the one you drew just now." The boss pointed to the picture of children playing on the table and rubbed his hands happily.

"This one?" Chen Ziang rolled his eyes. This painting was just a random painting he made to prove that the artist was himself. He didn't intend to take this painting back. He originally wanted to throw it away as trash, but unexpectedly Anyone willing to pay 50?
"That's right, it's this one!"

As the saying goes, you can't make a bastard if you have money. When Chen Ziang was about to sell this piece of garbage in his eyes to the other party for 50 yuan, a boss next to him couldn't sit still and proudly offered the price: "I am willing to pay 100 million yuan." Yuan!"

"Have you thought about it? I'm just an unknown painter." Chen Ziang couldn't help but wonder if these bosses are stupid people with too much money and no place to use it?
"Master, since I made the bid, I must have considered it. If you are willing to sell it to me, please nod." The boss was clever. He once framed a painting by a famous contemporary painter for Mr. Wang. Such a gaffe shows the preciousness of this painting.

Chen Ziang thought for a while and said, "Since this is the case, then I won't say anything else. This painting will be sold at auction. Is there any one of you who is willing to pay a higher price?"

"I'll pay 110 million!"

"130 million!"

"150 million!"

"200 million!"

Several wealthy people bid one after another, and in the end Chen Ziang's painting, which was originally intended to be thrown away as trash, was bid up to a high price of 250 million.

Chen Ziang received the money transfer from the local tycoon, and immediately handed over the painting to the local tycoon. After getting the painting, the local tyrant couldn't put it down, as happy as a child who got his favorite toy.

In less than 10 minutes, 200 million!
Chen Ziang couldn't help feeling a little bit embarrassed, even if he lost all his other abilities, just relying on the skill of painting alone is enough to live comfortably. No wonder there is a saying: "With a skill in hand, there is no need to worry about food and clothing!"
"Master, my car is parked outside. Wherever you are going, I will take you back." This wealthy boss wanted to make friends, thinking that he might be able to buy paintings from Chen Ziang in the future.

"No, my car is parked outside." Chen Ziang pointed to the Lamborghini Poison outside. Several people in the house looked at each other in dismay. car? !
(End of this chapter)