Early the next morning, Nie Tianming was woken up by Xie Wanjun, saying that he was going to rush to the big bowl of fresh food in advance.

Nie Tianming slept too deeply last night, and by the way, he had a spring dream, and he originally wanted to sleep lazily, but he knew that things could not be delayed.

When he came to Dawanxian with Xie Wanjun, he found that the square had already been newly decorated.

The hall of the restaurant is filled with all kinds of promotional brochures and roll-up banners, and the corridor is crowded with people, all of whom are rushing to the famous masters of today's painter's style collection reception.

"When do you say that we can be as beautiful as these masters. ”

Nie Tianming pointed to the propaganda posters erected on both sides of the country's painters and masters.

"People have been learning to paint since childhood, otherwise the family has been doing this since my father and grandfather's generation, we rural people, how can anyone have such a ability. ”

Xie Wanjun pointed to a portrait on a roll-up banner and said to Nie Tianming.

Nie Tianming smiled and replied: "These people, they haven't suffered much, their ancestors have eaten the imperial grain, and the imperial grain can be eaten if the imperial grain is not eaten, and one of them holds the pen in his hand, and our hand is the life of holding the hoe." ”

"Everyone has their own lives, and we're not doing badly now. ”

After chatting a few words, Xie Wanjun was going to work, while Nie Tianming was strolling around by himself, waiting for the arrival of the painter's wind picking group.

In the hall, Nie Tianming had nothing to do, and read the information of each painter and found that they were all famous masters.

Next to everyone's portrait, there are not more than a dozen titles that are embarrassed to hang there, and there is even a painter named "Li Qingxian", who even has to write his deeds of painting the inscription of the fertilizer factory in a certain town.

When it was about to eat at noon, Nie Tianming's buttocks were numb, and he saw two buses driving in the square outside.

Everyone who got off the first bus had snow-white beards and looked like fairies.

The second car was accompanied by the photographer and the staff of the Baijiang City Television Station.

Listening to Xie Wanjun, in the past few days of painter collection activities, Baijiang TV station will follow the whole process of filming, and it will also be broadcast live on TV.

"It's not your own money that is spent on such a big battle, it's all out of Baijiang City's pocket. ”

"Who said no, but this time it was also to promote Mount Taejo, in order to promote better tourism. Otherwise, Manager Lu can spend a lot of money to let them live in Dawanxian, so that Dawanxian can show his face on TV and publicize Dawanxian's reputation. ”

Xie Wanjun came behind Nie Tianming at some point, heard him mutter, and responded casually.

"Why are you here, not busy with work?"

"It's not busy now, all of them have gone to the private room to eat, and I rarely have a little time to relax. ”

Xie Wanjun sat on the chair, took off her high heels, and kept rubbing her ankles with her hands, looking really tired.

"When does the exhibition start?"

"It is estimated that it will wait until tomorrow, and their paintings are very precious, and there is a special car to send them.

After lunch, I heard that a short performance session will be held, and a master will paint the inscription for the big bowl. ”

Looking at Nie Tianming's puzzled eyes, Xie Wanjun explained: "Manager Lu spent money, this kind of thing doesn't cost money, do you still think that the master of the family is happy to eat himself, and he wants to do this when he comes to Yaxing?"

For this kind of thing, Nie Tianming does not reject it, and he exchanges his skills for money, and he is not cold at all.

Nie Tianming followed those tourists who came from afar to see the style of the famous artists, had dinner together, and waited for the afternoon performance.

The performance was held in the square in front of the big bowl of fresh, and since the notice, many people have not even eaten, and the square has been surrounded by three layers inside and three layers outside.

Dawanxian's own security guards were not enough, so he deliberately found a lot of part-time villagers from several surrounding villages to keep the event site orderly.

After a while, a host took the stage and announced the start of the event.

But after such a big formation, none of the famous painters appeared, but the painter called "Li Qingxian" took the stage alone.

Li Qingxian looked like he was about forty years old, wearing a cyan Tang suit, his blue-gray hair on his head was combed into a bun, and his beard was also elegant, which was quite dusty.

The host looked at the manuscript in his hand and read Li Qingxian's various titles one by one.

From graduating from the Fine Arts Department of a certain Normal University, to being a member of the National Chinese Painters Association, a member of a provincial Artists Association, a member of a Municipal Artists Association, a member of the Council of a Municipal Art Research Association, a visiting professor of a city vocational art college, and then painting inscriptions for more than ten county factory companies, none of them have fallen.

But the audience in the audience is all rushing to the famous master, this guy called Li Qingxian, everyone doesn't know each other.

Seeing that after Li Qingxian came on stage, other painters did not appear for a long time, and the audience instantly made a noise.

Nie Tianming put his hand in his pocket and waited to see the excitement.

Under the host's strong dissuasion, the noise in the square slowly weakened.

Li Qingxian beckoned, and a group of employees waiting for a big bowl of fresh food in the audience quickly ran to the stage.

They stretched out their hands and pulled a piece of white drawing paper more than ten meters long, and it seemed that Li Qingxian was going to inscribe and paint on this large piece of paper.

"Huh~"

Li Qingxian screamed, took out the brush from the tray of the hostess, and then dipped ink on the inkstone, ready to start painting.

The audience at the scene held their breath to see what peerless paintings this guy named Li Qingxian could paint.

"Poof~"

The brush poked straight into the rice paper, drilling a large hole in the paper, revealing the colorful propaganda canvas behind it.

There was a burst of laughter at the bottom, and the host held the microphone tightly and stood aside awkwardly, not knowing what to say.

"Mr. Li is getting straight to the point, marking breaking through the shackles of canvas rice paper and elevating the artistic conception of painting to an unknown level, which is enough to create a new genre. ”

"The bullshit doesn't make sense, the host in the city is at this level?"

Nie Tianming muttered, but was heard by the staff who were standing next to him.

He patted Nie Tianming's shoulder and said in a low voice: "The host on the stage and the cameras under the stage are all from our county TV station, and the TV station in the city will not come." ”

Nie Tianming secretly said, what he said is also true, it is estimated that this Li Qingxian is the master of fame and reputation, he has no real skills, and he is extremely proficient in grandstanding.

After poking a hole, Li Qingxian did not stop there, only to see his movements open and close, and every time he swung his pen, a large ball of ink was left on the rice paper.

More than ten meters of drawing paper can make Li Qingxian very tired, and every time he jumps, he has to stop to catch his breath.

But there was nothing left on the paper except for a few lumps of ink that didn't fall apart, and blurred lines.

Nie Tianming believes that letting the whistling ground or the little flower, or even the tower holding the brush in his mouth, can draw better than Li Qingxian on the stage.

The audience booed and discussed.

Li Qingxian has also developed a cheeky temperament for so many years, he doesn't care about what he says at all, he just cares about his ghost drawing.

Nie Tianming muttered in his heart, these artists and painters still make money hard, and the spirit gathering bottle that they regard as treasures is not worth mentioning at all in front of these hands.

It seems that I have to get myself the title of an artist, and how quickly the money comes is no different from grabbing money.

When you are free in the evening, you must ask Manager Lu Bo how much Li Qingxian's Danqing calligraphy and painting cost to sell.