Chapter 21 offended Master Yao once again

"Why, you don't want me to take care of it, do you!" Yao Hong had already heard the meaning from Xu Hong's tone.

"I'm sorry, I think my work is still worth appreciating. If it is published for free in your "Tiannan Pictorial", I am still a little reluctant. I'm sorry, I can't agree to your conditions. ”

Xu Hong didn't think much about it at all, he couldn't accept such harsh and unreasonable conditions. Although he is an ordinary painting enthusiast, he may not even be a painter, but he needs a bit of backbone to be a person. You can't sell your dignity because of some interests, which is something that a person with Xu Hong's character can't do.

"Okay, boy, you have a kind, then take your broken paintings and get out! Let me tell you, in Tiannan City, there are not many people who dare to offend me Yao Hong, especially young people who like to paint, and that one doesn't want to get close to me, and even sends me money, as long as I can help him become famous and become a painter.

I can also tell you without hesitation that there are many graduates of Tiannan Academy who want to send me money just to have their works published in Tiannan Pictorial.

But I rejected them, because the last thing I Yao Hong lacked was money, money is nothing to me, what I value is art, I like potential newcomers, and I want to help them become talents.

But those people are really not good, so I didn't give them a chance. But you, Xu Hong, I have enough face for you to publish your works in our "Tiannan Pictorial" for free, which is equivalent to advertising your works for free!

You kid, you still don't appreciate it, and think I'm cheating on you! Okay, you should get out of here! What our "Tiannan Pictorial" lacks most is the painters who come to submit articles. Dozens of amateur artists submit their works every day!

You kid is just one of them, and without you, our "Tiannan Pictorial" can still be the No. 1 seller in the pure art market. And you kid, if you don't publish your works in "Tiannan Pictorial", then it is almost impossible for you to become a famous painter in Tiannan City. ”

Master Yao seemed to make Xu Hong angry, he seemed to have never been challenged by others, and there were some foul words in his words.

I don't believe that Tiannan Pictorial can cover the Tiannan Art Market. ”

Xu Hong is a temperamental, and after listening to Yao Hong's words, he naturally became angry.

"Hmph, boy, don't be angry, do you think that if you dare to shout a few words in front of my Master Yao, it will show that you are very capable! Let me tell you, it is useless for you to do this, I repeat, if you want to publish your work in the "Tiannan Pictorial", you must first be free, and then the remuneration will be paid by yourself, if you insist on going your own way, then you will definitely regret it. ”

Yao Hong looked at Xu Hong angrily, and the corners of his mouth twitched angrily.

"Okay, I don't believe that if I don't cooperate with Tiannan Pictorial, I won't be able to become a painter, goodbye!" Xu Hong didn't want to talk to Yao Hong anymore, he picked up his "Eight Horses" from Yao Hong's desk and rushed out of the door.

"Haha, stinky boy, you have a lot of personality, but you're going to regret it, you're going to come to me. Yao Hong looked at Xu Hong's back and scolded viciously.

Xu Hong came out of the "Tiannan Pictorial" newspaper, took his "Eight Horses", and walked on the bustling street, feeling like he had knocked over the five-flavor bottle, and he had any taste.

"Hey, am I too impulsive! What good will it do me to offend Master Yao! "Tiannan Pictorial" is the largest pure art publication in Tiannan City! If I want to become a well-known painter, if I don't cooperate with other people's "Tiannan Pictorial", then who else can I cooperate with! That pictorial office can't be compared with "Tiannan Pictorial!"

Xu Hong calmed down and regretted his behavior just now. As the saying goes, people have to bow their heads under the eaves, and since they want to become a famous painter, how can they be right with Yao Hong! He is now the editor-in-chief of "Tiannan Pictorial."

If you offend others now, isn't that tantamount to ruining your future! If you can't publish your work in Tiannan Pictorial, when will you have the day to get ahead?

Xu Hong walked aimlessly on the street while thinking about his own thoughts.

"Damn! Doesn't anyone in this world appreciate art? Why can't anyone even see that Master Xu's works are the works of masters! No, I can't just go home, I have to sell my paintings! My parents in this family are counting on me to be able to paint and become famous, and pay off the huge bank loans for them!"

Xu Hong didn't take a taxi home, he came to the gate of a park not far away, and then sat on a bench, holding the "Eight Horses" that he had worked so hard to paint, and he was hesitant and didn't know what to do!

"Damn! I don't believe it, without Tiannan Pictorial, my works will not be sold. I put the paintings here and set up a stall, and I don't believe people who don't know the goods. Xu Hong was angry for a while, so he opened the "Eight Horses" and put it on the ground.

Since this is the entrance to the park, there are many tourists coming and going, and they are curious to see a young man selling paintings on the ground.

But just looking, no one said anything. It's just that everyone feels strange when they see this young man who only sells one painting. Think, there are those who sell paintings who only sell one painting.

"Hey, young man, is this painting an antique? You're a collector!" A chubby middle-aged man came to Xu Hong, he squatted down and looked at the painting in front of Xu Hong.

"Uncle, I'm not a collector, this is not an antique, this is my own work. Xu Hong couldn't help but smile when he heard the middle-aged man's words.

"Oh, you painted it yourself! That's not worth a lot of money, look at your face, you're just an amateur painter!" the middle-aged man asked as he admired the Eight Horses in front of him.

"That's right, I'm an amateur painter, and I spent a month painting it painstakingly. Why, is my uncle a collector?

Xu Hong was full of smiles, he felt that this person had taken a fancy to his works and wanted to collect them!

"You're right, I'm a collector, right! In this way, I see that your work is good, and it has some collectible value, so you can make a bid!" The middle-aged man put his eyes away from the painting and stared at Xu Hong and said.

"Okay, in that case, you can give me this price!" Xu Hong stretched out a finger.