Zhong Yue walked to the long table, thought for a while, then picked up the pen on the side, and drew a bunch of ink grapes on the paper with Xu Wei's splashed ink brushstroke.

Qi Baishi's painting style is also based on splashing ink flowers and birds, and he also admires Xu Wei himself. Seeing this bunch of ink grapes on Zhong Yue's paper, there was a hint of joy in his eyes, "Your paintings have been quite free of Xu Wen's growth, but my own paintings are a little unavoidable." You draw yours, don't learn from me. ”

Zhong Yue put down the pen, a little crying and laughing, he came to Baishi Weng, originally to make up for the lack of no one to guide [Xu Wei splashed ink freehand painting], this Qi Baishi symbolically complimented, is it unwilling to teach the technique? So he bypassed the long table and said: "Baishi Shan Weng, I came to seek art, you don't have to turn it away." ”

Qi Baishi put his hands in the big pockets of his jacket, looked thoughtful, and said slowly: "Seeking art......

"Hmm. ”

"It's not impossible to accept you as a disciple, it's just that you came to the door by yourself, and you weren't introduced by the old people......"

Zhong Yue looked up at the eyes under the lenses, and didn't understand the meaning of Qi Baishi's words, so he asked, "Sir has something to say." ”

"Ahem, I mean, since you want to be my disciple, you have to follow my rules. ”

"That's nature. ”

Qi Baishi sat on the single sofa and said: "Generally entrusted by the old people, and the virtue and talent are in line with my heart, I accept two small yellow croakers, you, this is not the introduction of the old people, and the virtue and talent are mediocre, that's it, three big yellow croaker, I will reluctantly accept you." ”

“……”

If I look for an introduction from the old man, then I really have to go to the ghost, seeing the "little yellow croaker" shining with golden light in Baishi Mountain's hand, Zhong Yue suddenly said secretly in his heart: An old wealth fan......

In fact, about Qi Baishi, Zhong Yue still heard a lot of his stories. Compared with the legendary life of a powerful art master, Baishi Shanweng's artistic career seems to be like a bowl of white porridge with some pickled melon and pickles.

He worked as a carpenter for the first half of his life, and later sold paintings for a living. There is no thrilling experience, but it is like a weathered bluestone slab, which is stronger and stronger as it gets older.

For Baishi Mountain Weng, Xu Beihong's evaluation of it is very interesting.

"Baishi Mountain Weng, it's too a chicken thief!"

Yes, it may be that he is used to living a poor life, so that Baishi Shan Weng has developed a thrifty and thrifty attitude towards life, and even a little stingy, and the rice cooked at home is measured by him every day. The aunt at home went to make crabs, and Qi Baishi even had to count the number of crabs, for fear that the servants would steal them. As for the "yellow croaker" he earned by selling paintings, he hid it in his clothes and sat and lay down, so Zhong Yue listened to the sound coming out of his coat pocket, and understood that the "yellow croaker" in the mouth of this old man of the chicken thief was not a real yellow croaker.

It's gold......

Zhong Yue came back to his senses and said, "Understood. Since ancient times, there have been six ceremonies, and there is no less. Don't worry, sir, I'll bring it next time. ”

Hearing Zhong Yue say this, Baishishan Weng laughed, and said in his heart that this kid is really sensible. He and Zhong Yue sat back in their seats, and then took out two plates of pastries from a cookie box, and said with a smile: "You eat." ”

"I'm not eating...... Eaten. "Zhong Yue was afraid of eating Bai Shiweng's pastries, and this old man was desperate with him.

Qi Baishi said with a smile: "The one just now was polite, this one was bought by Yiming a few days ago to honor me, you can taste it." ”

Zhong Yue shook his head resolutely.

Qi Baishi grabbed a piece of flower cake from the small plate, thought about it, took half of it, and handed it to Zhong Yue, "You taste it." ”

"......" Zhong Yue had no choice but to touch the pastry with his teeth, indicating that he had tasted it.

Qi Baishi smiled, "After eating my manuscript cake, you are my disciple." In fact, your paintings already have their own style. ”

"So how can you draw better?"

Qi Baishi walked to the long table, raised the pen, raised it above his head, and kept holding it.

"Got it?"

Zhong Yue shook his head, "I don't understand." ”

Qi Baishi, who spoke with a Xiangtan accent, frowned and said, "You are really stupid, you are not as smart as Keran and Kuzen." ”

“……”

Zhong Yue got up and said, "Please also give me advice." ”

"This one, I can't fall it all the time, understand?"

"You mean, just keep drawing?"

Shiraishi nodded, "I've been painting at a high level." ”

"Taught. ”

Shiraishi put his pen aside and asked, "What do you want to learn from me?" landscape, flowers and birds, or figure painting?"

Zhong Yue said: "Learn to draw shrimp." ”

Bai Shiweng sat on the sofa and said, "I'm good at painting cabbage, do you want to learn it?"

Zhong Yue was stunned for a moment, "It's okay, whatever Mr. teaches me, I will learn, it doesn't matter." ”

Qi Baishi said: "That's good. That's it for today, and you'll come early tomorrow. ”

Zhong Yue walked out of the inner room and was about to withdraw from the painting system, when Bai Shiweng walked over quickly and said, "Don't forget the yellow croaker!"

"Gotcha. Zhong Yue said secretly, this old money fan, he is also convinced.

……

……

Shanghai

Cao Gongsu adjusted his strategy and adjusted the price comprehensively, but in just half a month, the new product of a little paint was launched, which immediately sold well in the mid-end market, and once again consolidated the leading position of the ink industry.

Cao Morong was still on vacation in Southeast Asia, and after receiving the news, he flew back to Shanghai that night, and saw the reports presented on the table, his face was like ashes.

"Cao's century-old foundation, I didn't expect it to be destroyed in my hands!

Cao Xilan hugged the old man with a cold gaze and said: "Grandpa, the situation has not yet reached the worst point, Cao Gongsu has not fallen, our products still have a lot of customers, although the market share is less than before, but Cao's company, this year's profits are still very good." ”

"Shut up! How did you promise me in the first place? How much time has it been given to you, why? You are worthy of my trust? Get out!

Cao Xilan knelt on the ground, "Grandpa, it's really that Zhong Yue and Ouyang Kaishan joined forces, forcing our Cao Gongsu to be really powerless." You look at their products. Quick, get it!"

Cao Morong looked at the product with a little lacquer, his hands trembled slightly, and then he sighed, "People are really doing business." ”

"Grandpa, we still have a chance to win, as long as we get a little lacquer ink cube, we still have a chance to turn the tables!" Cao Xilan's eyes flashed with a hint of ruthlessness.

Cao Morong touched his grandson's head, "Xilan...... Let people walk in the right way. Don't toss these anymore, it's people's ability to eat market share, you have to admit it. You, go to the war book. ”

"The next battle book?"

"That's right. Cao Gongsu's business can be lost, but his fame can't be lost!"

Cao Morong stood up, "I'm going to fight with him! The old Cao family's green gold unicorn, although it can't be mass-produced, it can't be buried in reputation!"