I'm with my scumbag ex's mom [Transmigration Book]

It is impossible for Shu Yueqing to be able to ride a tricycle, but fortunately there is an almighty Huo Qingyao, and the two of them wandered off to the town first.

"This person is unfamiliar with the place, what do you want to do?" Finding a place to stop the car, Huo Qingzhuo looked at Shu Yueqing who was walking along the street, looking left and right, and waited for Shu Yueqing to accept the severe beating of reality.

"Responsiveness," Shu Yueqing looked at Huo Qingzhuo while recording useful information around her, "Can I borrow money from people around me? The kind that will be paid back on the same day."

"No." Huo Qingzhuo ruthlessly blocked Shu Yueqing's thoughts.

"The management of this program group is really lenient." Shu Yueqing spread her hands and complained about the program group in disgust.

The disliked program team is so busy that they have to film two people and maintain order around them. There is no way to restrict the behavior of these two people, and they don't know what they are going to do. Don't be too aggrieved.

The two were walking leisurely in the quaint town, Shu Yueqing stopped, and also grabbed Huo Qingzhuo who was next to her, and walked towards a bookstore.

"You hold up the program group, I'll discuss it with the shop owner." Shu Yueqing glanced at the camera behind her, and whispered to Huo Qingzhuo.

Anyway, it's all like this, Huo Qingzhuo also let Shu Yueqing go. While Shu Yueqing was pretending to be strolling in the bookstore, Huo Qingzhuo took the program group to the second floor of the bookstore.

Huo Qingzhuo didn't know what Shu Yueqing told the shopkeeper. Anyway, when they went downstairs, a table was already set up at the door of the bookstore, with pens, inks, papers and inkstones on it, and there were about a dozen empty tables around, attracting A lot of people around.

Huo Qingzhuo found Shu Yueqing who was standing in the bookstore, "What are you doing?"

"Make money," Shu Yueqing replied as a matter of course, "This small town has nice scenery and architecture, and a good atmosphere. It's still the tourist season, and most of the streets are tourists. Who makes the best money? Of course it's tourists. "

"So?" Huo Qingzhuo guessed what Shu Yueqing meant.

"It's human nature to join in the fun." Shu Yueqing dropped such a sentence, and the shop owner over there began to greet Shu Yueqing, "You wait here and see how I can earn money back for you. Follow me for a camera."

Huo Qingzhuo looked at Shu Yueqing's confident expression with amused expression, and let a cameraman follow her while she stood in the store waiting.

When there were the most people, Shu Yueqing sat at the door of the store, picked up a pen, and started to draw.

Shu Yueqing has acquired the skills of a national style landscape painting since she was a child. She picks up a brush, splashes ink, and moves it like flying. Coupled with the graceful movements of Ren Meixin, and the presence of a camera next to it, it quickly attracts a large number of tourists. .

When there were more and more people, the shop owner stood outside and greeted people with a loudspeaker, "Today, our small shop will hold a free calligraphy and painting competition. Teacher's painting!"

At this time, Shu Yueqing's painting was coming to an end. It was very lively for the layman, but there were many ways for the insider to see it. Anyone who saw it would praise the painting as a masterpiece.

"Okay! There are still young people who know this kind of brushwork and still use it so well. It's impossible to have such a foundation if you don't start practicing when you just know how to pick up a brush."

Just when everyone was eagerly signing up, an old man with white beard and hair came out from the crowd with a cane, looked at Shu Yueqing's painting, praised it greatly, and his eyes were full of surprise.

Everyone's eyes also followed, the old man was wearing a white Tang suit, he looked like a fairy, he looked like a master or a liar.

The store owner's eyes lit up instantly, and he hurried up to meet him, "Oh, Mr. Tang, are you really Mr. Tang? Can you please sign me?!"

"Old Tang? Who is it?"

"The master of Chinese painting, just took a painting three days ago, and it's eight figures!"

"Oh my God! My third life is lucky to see my true face, so amazing?"

"Yup!"

"Isn't the painting that Mr. Tang praised so much also very valuable? It's amazing, no matter, just my two brushes, I have to join in the fun, and I want to sign up!"

For a while, if it weren't for the large number of service staff in the store, it was almost not busy. Even if there were enough people, ten tables would not be enough.

In this competition, there are no restrictions on calligraphy and painting, and there are no restrictions on genres and styles. Some people have running script, some have cute fonts, some have traditional Chinese painting with splashed ink, and some have oil painting with marker pens.

It doesn't matter whether you can draw or not, it doesn't matter how well you draw, what matters is the atmosphere, and the most important thing is to join in the excitement, and some contestants just want to draw a big heart and please their girlfriends.

Whether you can paint or not, it is impossible for you to bring paper, pen and paint when you go out to play. There is no registration fee for the competition, but you have to buy paper and pens, right?Put up a sign dedicated to the competition, the usual price for a pack of paper is not too much, right?Is it not too much to buy brushes and paints by packaging?If it doesn't work, it can still be sold by the spoon, anyway, it can't be used up, and it gives the contestants an illusion of being considerate and cheap.

Fortunately, the store manager asked people to go to the warehouse to replenish the supply, otherwise the store would almost be sold out.

There are not enough tables, the contestants just find a flat place, or buy an easel and drawing board, sit on the floor, and the competition begins.

People kept joining in, and people kept watching. Finally, Shu Yueqing finished the last touch.

The old man known as Tang Lao has been standing by and watching, stroking his beard in satisfaction, "Girl, who did you learn from? With such a solid foundation, you must be a child of an aristocratic family, right?"

"It's a lot of learning, and I can't tell who I studied under. It's not from a family. It's just that my grandfather likes to collect these calligraphy and paintings. I have been fascinated by them since I was a child, and I am more interested."

Shu Yueqing answered easily, and didn't look at Elder Tang excited like others did, but just smiled, looking gentle and generous, which was even more favorable to people.

"Then your brushwork?" In response to Shu Yueqing's answer, Old Tang nodded kindly, and continued to ask.

"My grandpa knows a little bit, and there are a few calligraphy and paintings by Yan Lao at home. I like them better. I also learn from my grandpa and doodle by myself. It seems a bit nondescript."

Yan Lao is the founder of Shu Yueqing's brushwork. He is a figure thousands of years ago, and any painting can fetch a sky-high price.

Shu Yueqing spoke casually, but it made Elder Tang's eyes light up, "Who is your grandfather?"

"His old man is gone, and he only paints for his own entertainment. The paintings are all kept in our own home. Mr. Tang probably has never heard of them."

What Shu Yueqing said was the truth. Her piano, chess, calligraphy, and painting were all taught by the old man, but the old man didn't take it seriously. He thought it was enough to save face. Making money is what a businessman should do, and she didn't develop into the literary and art circle at all. interest of.

After hearing this, Elder Tang sighed, then looked at Shu Yueqing's painting, "How did you get this painting?"

When the shop owner heard this, his whole body immediately tensed up. Before, he was apprehensive about Shu Yueqing's ideas and painting skills, but now he was so excited that he wished to give Shu Yueqing a few kowtows on the spot.

After explaining to Mr. Tang in a trembling voice, the shop owner felt that he was about to be overwhelmed with happiness.

"Help me prepare pens, inks, papers and inkstones. If I'm not talented, come and join in the fun." Elder Tang threw away his crutches, rolled up his sleeves, and was about to go straight into battle.

"Mr. Tang, please. It just so happens that this is ready-made." Shu Yueqing's painting was finished, and someone asked to take the painting to the side to dry, and gave the table to Mr. Tang.

"Take out the treasure of the town store and prepare it for Mr. Tang!" Although Shu Yueqing's method is already very good, how can the shopkeeper let a person of Mr. Tang's level use such a relatively ordinary pen and ink to yell , and soon someone took out an antique box from inside.

"Here is a piece of imperial ink that I bought 20 years ago. Mr. Tang, are you getting used to it?" The shopkeeper surrounded Mr. Tang like a qualified fanboy.

"This is good ink," Mr. Tang boasted, and looked around, "But I think everyone bought the painting materials by themselves, and I can't ask you for nothing. I will ask my assistant to send you the money later."

"No, no, no, Mr. Tang, it's my honor to have you come here, and it makes the shop flourish. How can I accept your money?" The shop owner can't care about money. When Mr. Tang wanted to paint in his shop, he was so happy and silly.

"A competition is a competition, and the rules are the rules. You have to collect the money, and you can't break the rules." Not only is Tang Lao like a mountain in terms of artistic attainments, he is also extremely principled in terms of conduct, and he behaves well, worthy of being a respectable four. words.

Seeing Elder Tang participating in the competition in person, he became even more agitated, always paying attention to the movements here, and now hearing these words of Elder Tang, he admired it from the bottom of his heart.

"Fuck! I actually competed with Mr. Tang?! This life is worth it!"

I don’t know who yelled something in the crowd, and suddenly more people became restless, and their enthusiasm for signing up was higher and higher. Maybe it wasn’t for winning the prize at all, but for the sense of participation.

Elder Tang began to write, Shu Yueqing stood by and watched, the shop owner also wanted to read, but the business in the shop was too hot, so he could only take care of the business, and ran over to take a look when he had time.

After all, it was a competition with a time limit, so Elder Tang was in a hurry. Although he drew quickly, this painting was by no means simple.

The solitary peak enters the clouds, like a sword that seems to pierce the sky, with such a majestic momentum that it almost breaks the paper.

Tang Lao is worthy of being one of the only surviving masters of traditional Chinese painting in the world. With just a few strokes, he completely painted his own unique style.

Shu Yueqing was also fascinated by the sidelines. To be able to see the only remaining national treasure-level traditional Chinese painting master painting on the spot is definitely a series of no regrets in this life.

After closing the pen, Mr. Tang was quite satisfied with his painting, "I still met you girl today. I am so happy that I have performed a little extraordinarily."

"Mr. Tang praised you, Mr. Tang, you are amazing. It is also my honor to see Mr. Tang paint with my own eyes." Shu Yueqing also sincerely said.

"I still like the picture of you, girl," Tang veteran put the picture aside, "When will the result of the competition be announced?"

"Two hours later," the shopkeeper replied positively from the side, staring at Elder Tang's painting enviously.

"Okay, then I'll come back in two hours." Putting his hands behind his back, Elder Tang greeted Shu Yueqing and left first.

Shu Yueqing had finished what she was supposed to do, and the next step was the owner's business.

Shu Yueqing turned around and went back to the shop, and went upstairs to eat with Huo Qingying.

This meal was invited by the shop owner, and Shu Yueqing earned it by working part-time. Naturally, it couldn't be a foul.

Looking at it this day, Huo Qingzhuo also admired Shu Yueqing so much that he was penniless and still made such a big commotion, Shu Yueqing deserved to be Shu Yueqing.

Under Huo Qingzhuo's admiring gaze, Shu Yueqing finished the meal contentedly.

After the two of them waited for two hours, Mr. Tang came back on time, and the game was coming to an end. The shop was almost sold out, and it was finally coming to an end.

Everyone was convinced by the result of the competition. After all, Mr. Tang knew if he made a move. It would be strange for others to have a chance, but everyone was already satisfied with being able to compete with Mr. Tang on the same stage.

The final winner is undoubtedly Mr. Tang, and he did not treat the other contestants badly, and prepared some small blind boxes for everyone to enjoy.

Elder Tang got his wish and got Shu Yueqing's painting, held it in his hands like a baby, smiled from ear to ear, waved his hand generously, and gave the painting he drew just now to Shu Yueqing directly.

The owner almost knelt on the ground and cried, why didn't he expect that all the entries belonged to the bookstore?Big loss!

Elder Tang took the painting and went back contentedly, and Shu Yueqing's task was also successfully completed.

After sending Elder Tang away, the owner almost offered Shu Yueqing as a Bodhisattva on the spot. Not only about Elder Tang, but also helping him to sell out the store is a living Bodhisattva, not to mention that everything is still sold at a high price. .

"Here is [-]. Thank you so much, Mr. Shu. I never thought in my life that I could see Mr. Tang in person. Oh, I'm so excited. You must accept it, Mr. Shu." The shopkeeper ordered the money directly. He himself felt a little less, but no matter how much, there is a camera next to it.

"No, the [-] we agreed on before is [-]. You can take back the [-]." Shu Yueqing was also principled, and only took [-]. He took the painting that Mr. Tang gave him, and looked at the sky. It's not too early, and without much delay, I'm ready to go back.

The shop owner was still reluctant to part with that painting, and also reluctant to part with Shu Yueqing, a lucky tree, so he sent Shu Yueqing and others away eagerly, but he had no choice.

Huo Qingzhuo and Shu Yueqing got into the small tricycle again and drove to the place where they lived.

On the road, the photographer and the others were in another car, some distance away from the two of them, and they couldn't hear what they were talking about when they took pictures of the sunset and scenery back home.

Huo Qingzhuo thought that this was like a dream today, and still felt that Shu Yueqing was very lucky, "Do you think you have a koi physique? You can meet a master of Chinese painting if you go out to work, you are too amazing Bar?"

"Luck? Nope." Shu Yueqing was sitting in a tricycle, lying on Huo Qingzhuo's back. "When I entered the town just now, I saw a sign put up by the local government to welcome Mr. Tang. , I guessed that Mr. Tang should be nearby, and I knew Mr. Tang before. He is a painter and has a special liking for Mr. Yan's brushwork. Coincidentally, I happen to be able to draw."

"As for luck, it may be that Mr. Tang happened to pass by at the right time. He helped me maximize the benefits, and then gave me a painting. This is worth tens of millions. This is beyond my expectation." In the end, Shu Yueqing was a little humble.

"You can figure this out? It's amazing!" Huo Qingzhuo thought that everything was a coincidence, but he didn't expect it to be Shu Yueqing's calculation. It's absolutely amazing.

"It's just being good at using information reserves to discover opportunities, it's a trivial matter," Shu Yueqing said with a little pride in her arrogance, and she was very grateful for Huo Qingzhuo's compliment.

"Then you're not afraid that no one will recognize Mr. Tang?" Hearing Shu Yueqing's pride, Huo Qingzhuo still found it inconceivable.

"It seems that you didn't listen carefully. Someone has already answered your question. Three days ago, Tang Lao's landscape painting was auctioned for a high price of 6000 million. He is the person with the highest value of paintings in the world. This matter has been popularly searched, it is impossible No one knows about so many people, not to mention that this is still at the art competition site, there will always be someone who knows, won’t everyone know it after a popular science at the scene?”

Shu Yueqing has always believed in the importance of information collection, and every insignificant piece of news may play a big role.

It seemed that Shu Yueqing had planned everything. Huo Qingzhuo was surprised and excited, and couldn't help but turned his head and kissed Shu Yueqing's face, "My girlfriend is too amazing!"

"Drive well." The words were serious, but the upward arc of Shu Yueqing's mouth did not come down at all.

The author has something to say: the time is a little late, but the chapter is longer!Good night!