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For most citizens who are not in contact with art, the reputation of Honghui Studio may not be so impactful, but for the majority of art students who study art, this is a training camp for them.

The name of the master who opened this studio is Deng Shuhui, who has won the first prize of the Provincial Chinese Painting Competition and the second prize of the National Art Association, and is a member of the National Art Association.

It has trained 18 students to be admitted to Tsinghua University, 20 students to the Central Academy of Fine Arts, more than 500 students to Guangzhou Academy of Fine Arts, and more than 30 students to Jiangnan University.

This shows what a prominent painter Deng Shuhui is.

At this time, the group exchanged heads and ears in front of a painting in the hall of the studio, and a man who seemed to be of high status held a Chinese cigarette between his fingers and said to a person next to him: "Master Deng, I like your painting "Eighty Thousand Miles Riding the Wind" very much, I don't know if it can be transferred to me?" Price is not an issue. ”

"Haha, Boss Qian, this painting of mine is one of the few favorite works, and I am reluctant to sell it as a pressure box baby."

The man known as Master Deng replied.

"Eighty Thousand Miles by the Wind" is an ink painting, painting a solitary leaf floating between thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, this painting is wonderful in the wind is invisible, but with smart painting skills, composition, depicting the light spirit of the wind, and the horse stepping on the swallow is the same.

The mountains and rivers of ink painting are magnificent, the painting style is elegant, and the mountains and mountains are magnificent, which is a well-deserved artistic treasure, and it is really a rare and excellent masterpiece.

"Don't do that." The big boss was immediately unhappy, stretched out three fingers, and then whispered: "Three hundred thousand, how?" ”

As soon as Boss Qian opened his mouth, it was a price of more than 100,000 yuan, you must know that 300,000 yuan can already buy a house in a small city, but where is Master Deng Shuhui's worth only such a little?

Deng Shuhui shook his head embarrassedly: "Boss Qian, I really don't sell it." ”

"400,000?"

Deng Shuhui still shook his head.

“60？”

Deng Shuhui shook his head again.

"1 million!"

The big boss threw out a sky-high price, as a well-known painter, the million-level paintings are not low, and some are auctioned for tens of millions, hundreds of millions, and the authenticity of them is subject to negotiation.

Faced with such a price, Deng Shuhui finally moved his mouth, and said: "Boss Qian, I really can't resell this painting, please forgive me, there are other paintings in the gallery, why don't we go and see other ones first." ”

"Hey! Old roots! ”

At this moment, an imposing voice came from the door of the studio, breaking the slightly stiff situation, and everyone subconsciously looked in the direction of the door.

"Luo Xing!?" Deng Shuhui was stunned for a moment, his eyes lit up immediately, and he turned to the big boss and his buddies and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." ”

Boss Qian is very unhappy, he has paid such a high price, or he still doesn't sell it, is this fooling people? So he turned around to leave: "Since Master Deng has a guest coming, we will leave first." ”

"Oh, no." Deng Shuhui didn't mean to keep it.

The group left immediately, Luo Xing passed by these people, came to Deng Shuhui's side and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?" What's the situation? ”

"It's nothing, a boss wants to buy my painting." Deng Shuhui pointed to "Eighty Thousand Miles Riding the Wind" hanging on the wall.

Luo Xing took advantage of the situation, he also studied art for a few months and had a certain knowledge of art, so he immediately praised it unabashedly: "Nima, this painting is amazing!" How much do they pay for it? ”

"1 million."

Luo Xing's eyes widened after hearing this, this amount is simply astronomical, this million, luxury cars and villas can be bought.

"You don't sell it?"

"I'm an artist, not a businessman, am I short of money? The painting is only given to those who are destined, if you like it, I will give it to you, besides, my painting is worth at least 5 million. ”

"Click!"

When Boss Qian, who hadn't gone far, heard this, he immediately fell to his feet and almost fell to the ground!

"Boss! Are you okay? ”

Several bodyguards immediately supported their boss.

"Hmph, it's okay!" Boss Qian's face was very ugly, he just took 1 million and refused to sell it, but in a blink of an eye, he said that he would send it, what does this Master Deng mean? Isn't that 1 million money? Do you sell fruit at the door? Said to send one to you, the promise is refreshing, who will care about those few cents, but this painting is not, "Eighty Thousand Miles Riding the Wind" is a famous painting, not a few cents of fruit!

Boss Qian left angrily and unhappily.

When these people disappeared completely, Luo Xing said in a cold sweat: "Old tree roots, look at what you said, if you want to say it, you can wait for others to go away." ”

"I'm too lazy to entangle with these people, so it's okay to say it here." The old tree root said very proudly: "Okay, old classmate, I haven't seen you for so long, come and sit in my office." ”

Lao Shugen was Deng Shuhui's nickname when he was not famous before and was still studying, and the people who knew it were some old classmates and old friends back then.

Lao Shugen welcomed Luo Xing to his well-decorated office, sat down on both sides of the tea table, and Lao Shugen made a pot of tea for Luo Xing, and the office was quickly filled with the unique fragrance of tea.

"Luo Xing, it's been two years since we last met, why are you suddenly interested in coming to my studio to play? Don't say hello to me, I'll pick you up at the station. ”

Luo Xing and Lao Shugen are not in the same city, it takes eight hours to go back and forth, Lao Shugen is in the provincial capital, Luo Xing is in a small city near the provincial border, and you can know that the social status and economic ability of the two are different from the place of residence.

"I didn't think of it for a while, so as not to trouble you."

"It's boring for old classmates to say trouble." The old tree root also made an angry expression.

"Hehe, I can't hide it, I came here this time to ask for something." Luo Xing even saved polite words and went straight to the point.

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

"I'm going to develop a game right now, and I'm short of an artist." Luo Xing sat up straight and said solemnly.

"You're going to develop a game?" The old tree root was stunned for a moment, and then replied briskly: "Yes, it's very profitable to make games, do you want me to help you get started?" ”

"Well, if you help, it must be excellent, but as soon as you make a move, my game will sell a hairy one, directly put on the signboard, Master Deng personally painted, and there is no other branch of this one! That's enough, if someone else buys your painting, not the quality of my game, then for me, it's a failure. After a pause, Luo Xing continued: "Besides, do you know how to draw the Q version of the comic?" ”

"Reasonable.... As for the Q version of the comics,I'm really not very good.,You want me to draw ink.,Painting oil painting that's not a problem.,Q version has to practice your hands.。 ”

"That's it, so, I'm here to borrow someone from you."

"Borrow?"

"Yes, you have so many students, borrow a good disciple to make it." Luo Xing smirked.

"That's no problem, go, follow me to pick someone." The old tree root immediately got up and took Luo Xing to the studio.

There are two floors in the Honghui studio of the old tree root, there are nearly 1,000 square meters on the first floor, it is so big that even the student dormitory has it, it is class time, many students are sitting together neatly in the studio, some are sketching, some are painting watercolor.

The air was filled with the smell of paint, which made Luo Xing miss it very much, he had not picked up a paintbrush and painted a single painting for a long time.

Lao Shugen casually walked into the classroom, clapped his hands, and said loudly: "Students, this is a friend of mine, he will pick a student to develop in his studio later, this is an excellent opportunity to exercise, don't miss it." ”

As soon as these words came out, many students were in an uproar.

"Teacher Deng's friend, isn't that also a master of art?"

"Wow, it's definitely another master."

"Studio, if you are picked, the future development will be smooth, won't you even need to take the art exam? Follow the master, and you won't have to worry about food and clothing. ”

Many young students whispered, with longing and envy.