Portable Museum

Today is Tuesday, working hours, so the square outside the BMW Museum is very deserted, and there are almost no people.

On the nearby streets, there is not much traffic, and there are not many pedestrians on the road.

However, this does not affect Zhang Junping's plan.

Zhang Junping plans to paint a pure landscape oil painting with the BMW Museum and the BMW Building as the background.

In BMW Square, set up the easel, fix the drawing board, clamp the drawing paper, and start painting.

After painting all morning, Zhang Junping didn't catch a single person.

However, he is not in a hurry, he can't catch anyone, and he can still enjoy the fun of painting.

Looking for a restaurant, Zhang Junping simply settled for lunch.

In the afternoon, continue to create oil paintings on BMW Square.

This time he adjusted his direction and included the nearby Olympic Tower in his painting.

The distant view is the Olympic Park and the Olympic Tower, the middle view is the BMW Building, and the close view is a few square pigeons looking for food on the BMW Square.

Square pigeons forage leisurely in the square, pacing unhurriedly, even if someone walks by, they only fly up and circle twice symbolically, then land, and continue to pace for food, very Prussian rhythm of life.

In the afternoon, the chairman was still not caught, let alone the chairman, not even a breather.

However, it is not without gains, at least, he has gained two oil paintings that satisfy him.

Created by myself, very fulfilling.

Zhang Junping put away the painter and his own works, and rode his bicycle back to the hotel.

Back at the hotel, I took a casual bite in the restaurant of the hotel, and then went back to the room.

That's the thing about western food, as long as it can fill your stomach.

As for the etiquette of Western food, it's all made up by the Chinese to deceive the Chinese.

Apart from the basics of being quiet while eating and not disturbing others, how can there be so many other so-called etiquettes?

It doesn't matter that men must wear suits and ties, women must wear evening dresses, bullshit.

Most importantly, you have to bring enough money.

With money, you can deal with everything with confidence and calmness.

Zhang Junping was dressed in casual clothes, a casual jacket, jeans, and boots, and went to a Michelin three-star restaurant for dinner.

After waking up, Zhang Junping finished his breakfast and did not go to the BMW Museum again.

Zhang Junping also thought about it, and when fate came, he could be transferred to the chairman of the board wherever he painted.

Fate is not enough, even if you go to the BMW building, you can't catch the chairman.

Today, Zhang Junping came to Marienplatz by bicycle.

There is a statue of the Virgin Mary in the middle of Maria Square, and to the north is a very distinctive Gothic building complex.

The most attractive thing about Marienplatz is not the Gothic buildings, but the bell tower in the middle of the Gothic buildings.

Every day at eleven o'clock in the morning and five o'clock in the afternoon, the windows of the bell tower will open, and a group of puppets will walk out of it to perform.

Here, it is much more lively than the BMW Building. Even if today is not a weekend, there are still many people in the square.

Zhang Junping found a good angle, where he could see the statue of the Virgin Mary, the bell tower, and the Gothic buildings.

Set up the easel and start the day of creation.

The space allowed him to possess so many skills, if he didn't show them off, he would always feel a bit like walking at night in brocade clothes.

The Virgin Mary in the foreground, the bell tower in the middle, and the Gothic buildings in the foreground.

Sure enough, there are more tourists, but it is different.

When Zhang Junping was halfway through the painting, there were more than a dozen people standing behind him watching him paint.

Painting is not uncommon for everyone. Marienplatz, a day when no painters come here to sketch is called scarcity.

What made them curious was that the person who painted the picture was actually an oriental.

Orientals can also paint oil paintings?

Uh!

Really will!

The painting is not bad!

Painting the landscape seems to come alive, which is great.

This feeling is much better than that so-and-so's painting.

This must be a very famous painter in the East.

This is a famous painter from the East!

This is the psychological process of the onlookers in the square.

Zhang Junping successfully conquered these Europeans with his own paintings.

In the morning, I drew a pure landscape picture.

In the afternoon, Zhang Junping directly took the sculpture of the Virgin Mary as the theme and painted a portrait of the Virgin Mary.

As expected, more and more people watched behind Zhang Junping.

In the morning, someone offered to buy Zhang Junping's painting, but unfortunately, the price offered was too low.

The highest one was only given five hundred marks.

According to the current trend of international gold prices, buddies can earn more than [-] marks while taking a breather.

Of course, it was not a question of more money or less, but that the other party did not respect his works enough, so Zhang Junping rejected them.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, when the puppets in the bell tower began to perform, Zhang Junping finished the last stroke.

Looking back, I was startled.

Good guy, I knew there would be many people watching me paint, but I didn't expect there to be so many people.

More than 30 people stood behind Zhang Junping, quietly watching him paint.

"Sir, I would like to offer a thousand marks for your picture."

"I'll pay five thousand marks for this painting!"

"This is the best painting of the Virgin Mary I have ever seen!

I offer fifty thousand marks! "One person directly kills others at a price of [-] marks.

"Sorry! This picture is not for sale! I plan to keep it for myself!

Because this is the most satisfying painting I have drawn so far. Zhang Junping shook his head with a smile and rejected the other party.

Think about how often you are sprayed by readers as: Our Lady.

It is really a perfect match with this Virgin Mary.

Chapter 215 Analysis of Contradictions

"Sir, do you really not think about it?

I am willing to pay [-] marks! "The other party persevered in his request.

"Sir, why don't you do this! I'll draw another picture for you tomorrow morning after I've recovered enough. I really plan to keep this one for myself!" Zhang Junping looked at the middle-aged man who was speaking. of white people.

The appearance of 1.7 meters five, which can only be regarded as an average height among white people, and the figure is maintained very well. It is a self-disciplined person who can maintain such a figure at this age.

With yellow hair and blue eyes, Zhang Junping couldn't tell if he was good-looking or not.

"Sir, my name is Kevin Cranston, I'm on a business trip to Munich and I'm leaving tomorrow, so please do me a favor and sell me this painting of the Virgin Mary!

My family members are devout Christians, and your painting of the Virgin Mary is the best I have ever seen!

If only my family knew that I came across such a wonderful painting and missed it.

They're sure to complain about me!

help!I offer 20 marks! "Kevin Cranston is a great talker, and he speaks convincingly.

Looking at Kevin Cranston's business card, Zhang Junping finally chose adult beauty.

Sold the oil painting of the Virgin Mary just painted to the other party.

Holding a check for 20 marks, Zhang Junping left Marienplatz.

Back at the hotel, Zhang Junping suddenly regretted that he had to pay taxes on the 20 yuan.

As we all know, Prussia's national welfare is very high, but the relative tax is also very heavy.

Even if Zhang Junping is not a Prussian, as long as he earns income in Prussia, he has to pay taxes in Prussia.

Just pay it, that is, [-] or [-] marks, and leave a good impression on Prussia.

Compared with the oil paintings worth at least one billion euros, and the fragments of experience that those oil paintings gave, this little money is nothing.

Zhang Junping comforted himself.

I didn't catch the chairman again today.

However, he caught another big fish, Kevin Cranston, the head of the technology research and development department of the Prussian Continental Group.

Although Kevin Cranston didn't say it, but he came to Munich, naturally he came to BMW.

It is said that not many people may know Continental, but many people should know about its products.

Continental Tire is the third largest tire manufacturer in the world.

When he got the business card, Zhang Junping didn't say much, but took the business card politely, and said that he didn't have a business card.

Again, it's too early to say anything.

Wait!

On the morning of Zhang Junping's fourth day in Munich, after breakfast, Zhang Junping rode a bicycle to Nymphenburg.

Nymphenburg in Munich is also a must-see attraction.

There are Baroque-style palaces, towering ancient trees, rivers and lakes, human civilization and nature are perfectly integrated, and the whole Nymphenburg is full of harmony.

Zhang Junping likes this place very much, staying here, the whole person feels quiet.

I stayed here for a day, painted three oil paintings, and returned to the hotel with the oil paintings at night.

After enjoying the craftsmanship of the Michelin three-star chef, Zhang Junping returned to the room and began to make up.

Today, he has changed his makeup again. He is no longer a white man, but a European with a healthy wheat complexion.

A head of blond hair, slightly messy, but more charming, dark eyes, deep and charming.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Zhang Junping muttered narcissistically: "It's a waste to go to a dirty place like a bar with such an awesome face!"

After all, Zhang Junping put on his makeup and quietly left the hotel.

Walk to Eddie's Bar.

This bar is named after the boss.

Zhang Junping didn't disturb the people in the bar, and went directly to the second floor, the same room as last time.

Push the door in.

It was just Eddie, and two naked women.

Eddie, with his pants down to the crook of his legs, was sitting on the couch being served.

When Zhang Junping walked into the room, the two women immediately let out piercing screams.

"Who! Made! I don't know I'm..." Eddie, who was interrupted, cursed.

"Oh! I'm sorry to interrupt your good business!" Zhang Junping rubbed his nose and said he was embarrassed, but there was no expression of embarrassment at all.

He pulled up a chair and sat across from Eddie with a smile.

"Who are you?" Eddie took out a gun from under the sofa cushion and pointed it at Zhang Junping.

"Three days ago, you took a gold brick from me. Today I'm here to get the news." Zhang Junping didn't even look at the gun in Eddie's hand, leaning on the chair and said relaxedly.