For the dish, Qin Yang didn't have anything to say, as soon as the flower chicken was served, he directly unloaded the two chicken thighs and held them to gnaw, there were a total of twenty pieces of Dengying beef, Xiaoya didn't dare to eat it, for fear that Qin Yang wouldn't be able to eat enough.

As a result, she was shocked to find that Qin Yang was alone, eating two dishes, plus two servings of supreme egg fried rice and two bottles of red wine.

In the end, she had no choice but to order another bottle of wine and added a dish by the way.

After the two of them ate, the remaining half bottle of wine was really undrinkable, and Qin Yang was reluctant to give it to Xiaoya to drink, holding the wine bottle with a red face and pouring it while holding the belt of his pants.

"Drink...... Can't afford to waste...... Drink...... Must finish drinking......"

He also fought hard, his bladder was about to burst, and finally he almost went back to the studio with his hands on the wall.

With the strength of the wine, he began to paint barefoot in the studio until it was dark.

When it came to the meal, he remembered the noon meal again, Xiaoya also came in at this time, and as soon as he smiled, he began to worry again.

"I'm addicted to this meal, but it's too hard to get in line...... Xiaoya, can you think of some other way? Give money, can you give money? Isn't she doing business just for money? Let's give her money, 100,000, 1 million, even if it's 5 million, 10 million, as long as she can let us eat every day, we don't have to queue up!"

Xiaoya has made a difficult mistake this time, she has long understood that the boss of the first floor in the world is not a character who is short of money, people cook with hobbies and interests, if it is Xianyang City, it is easy to do, the head office there has a VIP, it is a big deal to spend 5 million, no need to queue, you can eat at any time, and there is someone to send you to the room.

But the branch here only has the lower floor, and there is no business at all.

But to let this genius painter go to line up for three meals a day, each time for forty minutes and an hour, she also felt impossible, the company would not agree, this is simply a waste of time, a waste of money, you know, Qin Yang's painting is now more than one million in the market price, he feels that he has come all year round, and he only paints two or three pairs.

"What's the matter, can't you give money?"

Xiao Ya nodded a little embarrassed.

"What about sending her to paint? By the way, have you inquired, does she like art?"

"Art?"

Xiaoya's eyes lit up, and she leaned over excitedly and said.

"Boss Bai really likes art, she has also written a lot of songs, yes, she has also written a lot of poems, and she seems to know musical instruments!"

"That's ......"

Qin Yang squinted, he waved his hand, and let Xiao Ya get off work first, while he pondered in the room for a while, and an idea that he thought was brilliant came to his mind.

That night, he didn't eat, and kept watching the team downstairs with hunger, but what made him crazy was that it was ten o'clock in the evening, and the team downstairs was still more than 100 meters long.

At about half past eleven, he took a nap, woke up suddenly, and hurriedly ran to the floor-to-ceiling window to check, and was overjoyed to see that there was no one downstairs.

So he hurriedly put on his clothes and changed his shoes, and took his most satisfactory work from the door.

This painting is far more than 1 million, many private collections that come to admire it, once came out of 5 million, he was not willing to sell, but at the moment he took it and gave it away.

He went to the first floor with the painting, and came to the door of the first floor branch in the world with anticipation, and as a result, something happened that made him feel painful.

The first floor of the world was already closed, and the lights inside were dim, only three or two waiters were tidying up the tables, chairs and benches, and he hesitated outside for a moment, but still knocked on the glass door.

The waiter glanced at him, seemed to say something, waved at him, and signaled that the door was closed.

He pointed to the painting under his arm and knocked on the door again.

A waiter couldn't resist and came to open the door.

"Sir, our shop is closed today, why don't you come back tomorrow?"

He originally wanted to explain, but casually made up a nonsense.

"Oh, I know, I'm delivering something to your boss, you see, she called me to ask me to come. ”

Saying that, he shook his mobile phone to the other party, these waiters were just invited, who knows what was going on, and he was fooled, not only invited him in, but also poured him a cup of hot tea.

"Sir, wait a minute, I'll go get the boss. ”

Bai Feng was in the back kitchen at the moment, and Mo Bei, Meng Fei and others were preparing the materials for the next day, and they were completely stunned when they heard the waiter talk about the situation.

The group was still wearing aprons and walked in front of Qin Yang, Bai Feng looked at the other party carefully, and before he could speak, Meng Fei spoke first, he knew Qin Yang.

"Teacher Qin!"

"Teacher Qin?"

The others were stunned, and Meng Fei introduced them with a smile.

"Oh, this is Mr. Qin Yang, the youngest genius painter in our country, and now his paintings are the favorite collection of rich people, not long ago I auctioned a pair abroad, I heard that they were sold for more than 8 million!

The others were stunned, and after some greetings, Bai Feng asked with a smile.

"Then you ...... now?"

Qin Yang sighed, spread out the paintings he brought, and touched his nose in embarrassment.

"Hehe, that's the case, Boss Bai, I'm living above our CBA building, haven't I heard that you have opened, I want to come and recognize the door." As soon as I painted, I didn't have any other gifts, so I picked a painting and sent it over, and it just so happened that there was nothing hanging in your store, I thought...... Hehe......"

Bai Feng smiled and turned his gaze to the painting he had spread out, which was an oil painting of a woman in winter clothes, standing on the edge of a cliff, with her arms outstretched, her eyes closed, smiling, and enjoying the rising sun.

Meng Fei was stunned again after reading it, and asked him suspiciously.

"Teacher Qin, I heard that you only paint landscapes, never people......"

Qin Yang's little face turned white, and he immediately misunderstood, thinking that others suspected that this painting was not painted by him, so he quickly stammered and explained the original reason.

After some explanation, Bai Feng and the others all darkened their faces.

It turns out that the reason why Qin Yang has gained something in painting, and he only paints landscapes and landscapes, has a great relationship with the woman in this painting.

Listening to his introduction, the person in this painting is called Li Ting, who was originally his college classmate, and the two studied art together, opened a studio together, painted together, and collected wind together.

Soon, the two fell in love, but their love is different from others, others take their girlfriends to lively and fun places, go shopping, and watch movies.

They specialize in picking famous mountains and rivers with good scenery, where to go where they are steep......

This painting is the only figure painting he painted for his girlfriend Li Ting, and it is also the last ......

"After this painting was finished, my girlfriend had leukemia, and she needed a lot of money to treat her, so in order to save her, I tried to paint and relied on the money I got from selling the paintings to treat her, but at that time my paintings were not worth much, and they were ...... There is no cure for her illness......"

"So you're trying to draw, don't you want to disappoint her?"

"No...... I'm thinking...... If I work hard to paint and make more money, maybe next time, when the people I love or my relatives need money to save their lives, I won't be like Li Ting......"

Qin Yang smiled silently, everyone's hearts sank suddenly, Bai Feng carefully stroked the picture scroll on the table, and muttered.

"I can't take this painting, it's too important to you......"

"No, Boss Bai, you have to accept this painting, because it's not it that's important to me, it's Li Ting'......"