Lord of Civilizations

Chapter 100 Boss Appears! (13)

In the end, Mo Wen did not follow Lao Bai to meet the 'waste paper' painter.

The appearance of this 'waste paper' painter is really weird, he thought it was just a coincidence, but the sudden appearance of that piece of 'waste paper' made him think that it might not be a coincidence!

If we think about the backgrounds of Mo Xiaobei and Lao Bai...

Mo Wen chose Congxin.

It may not be dangerous to follow him to see the 'waste paper' painter, but it is definitely safe to stay at Tongfu Inn and wait for him to come.

……

ordinary.

Very ordinary.

He looked like a harmless fat old man with hairpins on his head, dry and messy hair, a cane in his hand, wearing simple clothes, and a very kind smile.

Even in the perception of warriors, Mo Wen never found out that there is anything unusual about the old man Hua who is said to be a hidden boss.

"Back to Basics?"

Mo Wen felt secretly in his heart.

"This, this, this!"

With the help of Lao Bai, he led a fat old man into the Tongfu Inn.

The fat old man crossed the threshold of the inn with some difficulty on crutches.

"Father!"

Tong Xiangyu greeted him with a smile.

"Are you old this year, Gui Geng?"

"Not expensive!"

said the fat old man.

"Five cents for a painting! Just paint, don't care about mounting, no bargaining."

"My ears are not working well."

Lao Bai explained something to Tong Xiangyu in a low voice, and shouted something to the fat old man.

"She's asking you how old you are!"

"I can only draw, not count!"

The fat old man said.

"Then draw it first."

Tong Xiangyu whispered something to Lao Bai first, and then said loudly to the fat old man.

"Draw it first!"

"I can't draw."

The fat old man shook his head.

"What's wrong?"

Tong Xiangyu was puzzled.

"There's no food in my stomach. I've been hungry for several days. I'm shaking and my hands are weak. I can't hold the pen!"

The fat old man trembled and demonstrated.

"I'll ask someone to get it for you right now!"

Tong Xiangyu said and asked again.

"What do you want to eat?"

"You guys here..."

The fat old man whispered with a greedy face.

"Is there any fat-free meat?"

Tong Xiangyu and Lao Bai couldn't help rolling their eyes, and Lao Bai said directly in Tong Xiangyu's ear.

"No wonder the old man is so fat..."

Then, he said something loudly to the fat old man.

"Aren't you afraid that you won't be able to digest it?"

"If it's cold, don't you just heat it up?"

The fat old man said with disdain.

"I don't care, what kind of sauced elbows, what kind of hot waist, you can say hello!"

Lao Bai and Tong Xiangyu responded with awkward yet polite smiles.

"Go go."

The fat old man waved his hands at the two of them.

"Hurry up and do it!"

Lao Bai and Tong Xiangyu had nothing to say, turned around and walked towards the kitchen.

The fat old man smiled, walked to a table, picked up a pair of chopsticks, and wiped them on his sleeves.

Then, he shouted at the backs of Lao Bai and Tong Xiangyu.

"Hey! Take it upstairs to me!"

With that said, the fat old man walked towards the stairs. Before stepping onto the stairs, he suddenly paused and said to Mo Wen beside him.

"You belong to this inn too?"

Mo Wen responded with a polite smile.

"no!"

"Oh!"

The fat old man nodded without asking any more questions, turned around and went up the stairs, his steps were very steady.

A light flashed in the depths of Mo Wen's eyes, he turned and walked towards the kitchen.

……

The second floor.

in a certain room.

Mo Wen looked at the fat old man who was sucking his fingers, and there was only one thought in his mind.

"Is this the virtue of hiding the boss?"

The fantasy is instantly shattered...

After drinking and eating, the fat old man sighed contentedly.

He turned to Tong Xiangyu and Lao Bai and said.

"I'm old, I don't have any other hobbies, I just like to draw. I liked to draw when I was a child. When I was eight years old, I even changed two meat sandwiches! Oh, that smells good!"

"Ha ha!"

Tong Xiangyu and Lao Bai smiled awkwardly but politely.

Tong Xiangyu said.

"When you finish drawing, I'll prepare a bag of Roujiamo for you!"

"it is good!"

The fat old man drank the wine in his glass in one gulp, and said.

"When you've had enough wine and food, it's time to get back to work!"

"oops!"

Lao Bai suddenly felt like he could see the moonlight when the clouds opened, and he waved his hand.

"That's great, take care of me with pen and ink!"

Tong Xiangyu looked at him.

Lao Bai said from his heart instantly.

"I'll serve!"

It's finally here!

An imperceptible smile flashed across the corner of Mo Wen's mouth, and it was fleeting.

Pen, ink, paper and inkstone are on the table.

After Lao Bai set it up, he continued.

"Draw quickly, draw quickly."

"Hey."

said the fat old man.

"If you have any requests, please tell me quickly. Once the painting is finished, it won't be easy to change it!"

Tong Xiangyu said quickly.

"The more beautiful the movements, the better!"

"understand!"

The fat old man took it for granted.

"Everyone is beautiful! Otherwise, is it called painting?"

Tong Xiangyu smiled and said in a low voice
"The more realistic it feels, the better!"

"Real?" asked the fat old man.

"Real!" Lao Bai affirmed.

"No problem! You asked me to draw fake ones, and I still don't know how to draw them!" said the fat old man.

He waved his hands at several people.

"Go, go, I can't draw you here!"

"That's it, that's it!"

"You draw!"

The three of them immediately walked out one by one.

Lao Bai turned his head and saw that the fat old man was still drinking with his mouth to the spout of the jug, and said repeatedly.

"Stop drinking, draw quickly, you should be drunk in a while! Draw quickly!"

"Oh, what are you talking about!"

……

Soon.

"The painting is finished! Let's finish the work!"

The voice of the fat old man came from the room.

The three of them pushed the door open one after another.

"Oh, is it going to be fine so soon?"

Lao Bai bears the brunt.

Followed by Tong Xiangyu, she walked in and smiled.

"It's very fast! Sure enough, the ginger is still old and spicy!"

Mo Wen walked last, like a shadow, without making any sound.

"Then don't look at who is looking for it!"

Lao Bai said proudly.

He picked up the painting on the table and looked at it immediately.

As soon as he saw it, his eyes widened, and there was an unconscious sound of surprise in his mouth.

"Ok?"

On the other side, Mo Wen, who was standing not far behind Lao Bai, also saw the painting at the same time because of his good eyesight.

In an instant, the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

It turns out that what you said is realistic is this 'realistic' true!

"What's wrong? The painting is not good? Let me take a look!"

Tong Xiangyu said quickly.

"Don't look at it..."

Lao Bai stopped.

"Look at it!"

Tong Xiangyu grabbed it.

Mo Wen was watching from the side, looking like he was in a trance.

Lao Bai's eyes were also a little evasive, and he didn't know what to say.

Only the fat old man was still leisurely drinking a small wine in front of the jug, with a happy expression on his face.

Tong Xiangyu unfolded the painting in his hand for a look, and immediately put it together.

Then I didn't know what to think of, and suddenly smiled.

Afterwards, he felt that such a reaction was wrong, so he quickly picked up the painting in his hand and slammed it on the table.

Bang!
(End of this chapter)