Chapter 5: Whims

"Big brother, may I ask why there are no painters exhibiting works at these booths on both sides of Master Yao!" Xu Hong was puzzled, so he asked a tall young man in his thirties beside him.

"Little brother, you don't understand this! Do you think, Master Yao is a famous painter in the country, how dare other people's works be put together with Master Yao's! Isn't that ashamed of yourself! Also, these booths are the center of the exhibition hall, and the price is very expensive, costing 5,000 yuan a day! That foolish painter is willing to be embarrassed in front of Master Yao!" The tall young man glanced at Xu Hong and explained with a smile.

"Oh, that's right! Thank you! I see. Xu Hong listened to the words of the eldest brother next to him, and he understood what was going on for a while.

At the same time, a bold and bizarre idea arose in Xu Hong's head.

"Damn, haven't I been copying the works of Master Xu Beihong during my lifetime! And what I like to copy the most are some of Master Xu's famous horse paintings. If you copy Master Xu's works now, it will not become your own work, and on this parallel earth, Xu Beihong is just a physicist, and it has nothing to do with painting at all. ”

The more Xu Hong thought about it, the happier he became, he thought, if his works were amazing in this exhibition hall, then he would not become a great painter.

I have become a great painter, isn't it also possible to be like this Master Yao, a work can be sold for 100,000 million, and I won't get rich soon, I can not only pay off my current parents' debts, but also let the family live a good life!

"Okay, that's it, I'm going to quickly copy a few pairs of Master Xu Beihong's works, and then take them to the exhibition hall to exhibit, and put them on the booth next to this Master Yao, anyway, these booths are not used, why don't you use them, let this Master Yao see what Master Xu Beihong's works are like, let him know what it means to have a sky outside the sky, and someone outside the world." ”

Xu Hong had this strange idea, and then quickly left the exhibition hall and soon returned home.

Today is Sunday, Zheng Chunling did not go to class, and did housework at home.

"Mom, let me tell you one thing, I'm going to quit my job and stop doing couriers. Xu Hong said with excitement.

"Son, if you don't work as a courier, then what do you want to do! It's not easy to find a job now! Do you have a college diploma, what else can you do!" Zheng Chunling asked her son strangely while mopping the floor with a mop.

"Mom, I'm going to be a painter, I'm going to paint, I'm not going to work. Xu Hong said an astonishing sentence.

Zheng Chunling was mopping the floor! As soon as she heard her son's words, she suddenly said in a surprised and angry tone: "Son, what nonsense are you talking about? Can you draw? Since I was a child, I have never seen you paint, and you have never gone to an art school, so you can paint a fart painting!"

Zheng Chunling listened to Xu Hong's words and looked at him with amazement, as if she had seen that the son in front of her was not her real son.

"Mom, I've always liked to draw, you don't know. If you don't believe me, I can draw you a portrait right away. ”

After Xu Hong finished speaking, he ran to his bedroom, found a pencil at random, then found a blank piece of paper, put it on a magazine, and came to the living room again.

"Mom, don't move, I'll draw you a portrait right away. Xu Hong said, and took the pen and began to paint a portrait of Zheng Chunling.

Zheng Chunling looked at her son's serious appearance, and she had no choice but to cooperate, standing in place and looking at her son with puzzled eyes.

After a few minutes------

"Mom, what do you think, it doesn't look like you!"

Xu Hong also graduated from the Academy of Fine Arts, and he had already mastered the basic skills of painting portraits, and he painted the portrait of his mother in a few clicks.

Zheng Chunling only glanced at it and was very surprised.

"Son, when did you --- you learn to draw! It's really strange! Neither your father nor I have ever seen you draw anything since I was a child!" Zheng Chunling looked at the portrait her son had drawn for her, and was very surprised.

"Mom, what is this! It's just a portrait, and I will surprise you when I paint you a few Chinese paintings!" Xu Hong looked at his mother proudly.

"Son, your painting is good, but can you sell this painting for money on the street! Who would want to buy your unfamous painting!" Although Zheng Chunling felt that her son's painting was good, she didn't know how to make money with painting.

"Mom, that's right, I can paint a few fine paintings and take them to the exhibition hall, so that my works will definitely sell for a good price. ”

Xu Hong then told his mother about his previous thoughts.

"Son, do you say this is okay! The booth costs 5,000 a day, 10,000 yuan in two days, and we have the money to keep your paintings on display there! If we put it on for a few days, we won't be able to sell a single one, and we don't want to pay tens of thousands!" Zheng Chunling listened to her son's thoughts, and she was a little worried.

"Mom, you don't have to worry, I just saw the works of the so-called Master Yao in the exhibition hall, it's really not good, just his paintings of those horses, they are simply shoddy, and I can paint them better than him. ”

Xu Hong looked at his mother very arrogantly, as if he was already a master painter.

"Son, don't talk big, do you dare to put it together with Master Yao's paintings! Aren't you humiliating yourself! I think, you should stop dreaming of being a painter, and work honestly to make money!" Zheng Chunling saw that her son was very arrogant, and she gave Xu Hong a basin of cold water on the head.

"Mom, don't worry, I dare to say that my paintings are better than Master Yao's, and my paintings will definitely be bought. Xu Hong looked at his mother unconvinced.

"Son, I can't do anything about you now, let's wait for your father to come back! It will cost tens of thousands of dollars at once, and our family now owes the bank 10 million! How do you want me to agree to you to take the risk!" Zheng Chunling thought, she couldn't agree to this matter.

Xu Hong had no choice but to wait until the evening, and when Xu Qichang came back, he told his father his thoughts again. Of course, in order to show that he really has the talent to paint, he also painted a portrait of Xu Qichang.

Xu Qichang suddenly saw the portrait his son painted for him, and was naturally very surprised. But when he heard his son say that it would cost tens of thousands of yuan, he was also very worried when he went to the exhibition hall to exhibit his paintings.

Xu Hong saw that his father was unwilling, so he said again: "Parents! We owe 10 million to the bank, and if we only rely on our part-time work to make money, it will take us several lifetimes to earn 10 million! How can this work! We want to get rid of the family predicament, and we can only make me a well-known painter in order to make a lot of money and repay the bank loan!"

Xu Qichang was originally a company to do business, and he also knew that if he didn't do business, he just made money by contributing, it would be impossible to repay the bank loan, and he didn't have the money to open a company to do business now, and only his son's idea was still somewhat hopeful.