"You can't leave! Han Zhizhi whispered to persuade his sister.

"I'll go find Niu Jinhong and ask. Lin Nian raised his eyes and looked around, and when he saw that he had come forward by default, he decided to follow Niu Jinhong and worry about it.

"Teacher Liu, good afternoon!" Niu Jinhong took his sister into Teacher Liu Qiang's study.

"Niu Jinhong! Take a look at the Gongbi painting homework I drew yesterday. "Liu Qiang is not tall, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, twenty-five years old, not married.

"Little rascal master!" Niu Xinxin stared at Teacher Liu Qiang and asked her sister.

"Yan Songjie said that Mr. Liu, is it his painting master?" Niu Jinhong hurriedly explained, asking Mr. Liu Qiang not to misunderstand, saying that Mr. Liu is a little rascal.

"Yan Songjie is a painting genius, it's a pity!" Teacher Liu Qiang heard Yan Songjie's eyes light up in an instant, and he regretted himself: "It's half an apprentice, I haven't been in touch since graduating from primary school."

"I heard that Yan Songjie painted a deputy cloth bag monk!" Niu Jinhong asked further.

"Excellent! full of aura, and I still carry it with me to this day. Teacher Liu Qiang was also full of relief when he mentioned the cloth bag monk picture.

"Teacher Liu, can I take a look?" Niu Jinhong was curious, whether Yan Songjie's painting level was immortal.

"Walking is also a cloth bag, sitting is also a cloth bag, putting down the cloth bag, how much free. Niu Jinhong Fei was very energetic and recognized.

Teacher Liu Qiang was beside him, frowning vigorously and said: "The painting is full of aura, and the cloth bag monk is happy, but it's a pity that Yan Songjie's brush writing is too ugly." ”

"Yan Songjie's character is as ugly as a person. Lin Nian followed Niu into the red, and sure enough, when he saw the cloth bag monk picture, he recognized Yan Songjie's font at a glance.

"Are you?" Teacher Liu Qiang didn't know Lin Nian, and was puzzled by this uninvited person.

"Yan Songjie is my man!" As soon as Lin Nian said this, he directly thundered and became red. and full of domineering: "Mr. Liu! I paid 100,000 yuan to buy this picture of a cloth bag monk." ”

"100,000 yuan!" Teacher Liu Qiang was immediately stunned by thunder, and shouted loudly: "This is a picture drawn by a primary school student, it is worthless."

"One million yuan!" Hearing that it was worthless, Lin Nian immediately frowned and was unhappy, and quoted ten times the price: "He is a cloth bag monk." ”

"Are you sure you want to spend a million yuan to buy this cloth bag monk picture?" Teacher Liu Qiang was surprised to find that this sincere person seemed to buy it, and asked to confirm.

"Cash or transfer. Lin Nian simply went straight to the topic.

"Transfer!" Mr. Liu Qiang did not hesitate to choose the fastest way.

"Take the cloth bag and Shang Tu to the bank together, and transfer the money to me Tu. Lin Nian asked Mr. Liu Qiang to trade with the picture.

"Teacher Liu, the account has been transferred, thank you!" Lin Nian stretched his hand to retrieve the cloth bag and the monk walked away.

"Yan Songjie is not famous, can he draw a picture of a cloth bag monk, can it be worth a million yuan?" Liu Qiang looked at the passbook handed out by the bank staff, one million yuan! It's so funny, the world is really amazing.

"Yan Songjie is not famous! You are not from Zhujiang Town, right?" The bank staff looked disdainful and said coldly.

"Qiao Linren, Yan Songjie is very famous!" Teacher Liu Qiang has been transferred to Jiangpu for a month, I haven't heard of it!

"The last three days are particularly famous, today is the most bullish, it is said that Xiang Yu is alive~. "The bank staff also boasted about it by hearsay.

"Yan Songjie is the presiding officer of the Eight Precepts! Enshrine the future Buddha! Isn't it a Budai monk. Teacher Liu Qiang also suddenly realized, no wonder someone offered a million yuan to buy the cloth bag monk picture.

"Master, you sold at a loss! Bajie presides over the only real work in the world, the work of the gods, can it be measured by money?

Bank staff members speak out for their personal opinions.

"Bajie hosts free early, ironclad is not bad money, in the future, it will be more difficult to paint than to become a god. ”

"Teacher Liu, the person who just bought the cloth bag monk picture, is also one of the immortals. Niu Jinhong only dared to interject at this time.

"What? She's also a fairy. Liu Qiang was even more surprised, what did it mean to buy a cloth bag monk.

"Do good deeds, serve breakfast for free, and publicize yourself as an immortal! Yan Songjie is too much, ignorant of the people. Before and after Mr. Liu Qiang's contact, he asserted with disgust.

Lao Tzu saw with his own eyes that the Bajie presided over the flying sky carrying more than ten meters long, and the three of them hugged the coarse wood, such as Xiang Yu was alive, and the emergency plugged the gap. Who dares to say that the host of Bajie is a fake immortal, and Lao Tzu beat him. ”

The big man who took the money from the window next to him scolded indignantly, showing off his muscles: "Don't say such unconscionable words, beware of the whole town beating you." ”

"The host of Bajie is a true immortal, flying away from the sky, and has the power of nine bulls and two tigers. "Niu Jinhong has seen it with his own eyes.

"Hehe! "Teacher Liu Qiang doesn't believe that the host of Bajie is an immortal anyway.

"Yes! That's the picture. Dai Pingping and Han Zhimei were both sure that Lin Nian was right to bring back the cloth bag monk picture.

"I went to frame it and hang it on the bedroom wall, and gave me a gold statue that was bitten by Lin Si. Lin Nian saw that it was correct and prepared to frame the painting.

"The handwriting is to imitate me, do you want me to write two characters and send Sister Lin Nian to frame them together. Liang Yuhong saw that Lin Niante cherished it, and ridiculed.

"The words are red, and they are shameless. Lin Nian hit back with his mantra.

Bajie presided, and the painting of the cloth bag monk was acquired by millions, and the news swept through Zhujiang Town.

"Yan Songjie is equal to the host of Bajie!" The third uncle, Yan Houkang, asked Niu Bei in his heart: "When Yan Songjie used to stay at our house, where were the paintings stored, not a thick stack. ”

The third mother Niu Bei was stunned for a long time before she said with difficulty: "In 85, the cauldron was burned without igniting the fireweed, and it was used to ignite the fire, and it was all burned." ”

"Alas, you burned hundreds of millions, our family is really rich. Yan Houkang admires his wife's boldness.

The key is to burn potato porridge to drink, when there is no rice to eat, it is really talented.

"How did I know it would be worth so much? It's not as durable as straw. Niu Bei also had a bitter face: "It's a big deal to let Yan Songjie paint two more pictures." ”

"Who has ever seen Yan Songjie paint in the past two years? Yan Houkang regretted that he didn't keep it at the beginning.

"Seventh brother and sister Chen Zhiwei is still Master Yan Songjie!"

Tomorrow you say that you are the Queen Mother, and I will believe you. Yan Houkang covered his face and said in pain.

"Anyway, Xiao Feng and Xiao Gang are also considered to be immortals. Niu Bei's face was full of relief.

"Haha!" The first thing Li Huanhuan did when he got home from work, he took Xu Yanyan's Sanyou Bookstore VIP card and treasured it as a family heirloom.

"Evil!" Xu Yanyan touched Li Huanhuan's forehead: "No fever!"

"You didn't go up to the flood control levee to plug the gap today, it's a big loss!" Li Huanhuan began to brag about the legendary myth this morning.

"Alas~!Does Skynet Group like to brag and make TV series? "Xu Yanyan was selling stamps at the counter, and she didn't see customers come to her door for a day, so she didn't know about today's market.

"Tomorrow, someone at the post office will ask you if I am a god. Li Huanhuan did not continue to perform a one-man show.