Where did the fat shopkeeper expect that Zhang Jingtao would splash ink on this paper, looking at the scattered ink on the rice paper, his face turned blue, and said, "This ...... Childe, I know that Childe is consciously one of the major shareholders of Xiang Xuehai, and he can be very casual in the building...... However, after splashing ink on rice paper like this, I am afraid that I will lose money, especially His Royal Highness Wei Wuji is the most fond of good drawing paper, and each piece is regarded as a treasure, this is definitely one of his most powerful treasures, and it is not a problem for Gongzi to lose a piece of paper, but it does not mean that the small one can afford to lose, and Gongzi ......"

Zhang Jingtao stopped the shopkeeper's begging for mercy, and said with a slight smile: "Don't worry, this is at least a painting." ”

After speaking, on those ink balls, I used a few more strokes of thick ink to draw a few strokes, and turned into small and large mountains, and then dipped in water, and swayed at those drooping inks, and the fairy aura suddenly appeared on the painting, and when the brush went to the right, the ink color became more ethereal.

After a few strokes, the annoying snort of the fat shopkeeper behind him turned into a soft exclamation.

Because those ink masses seem to have turned into immortal mountains of different sizes, the immortal mountains are surrounded by a sea of clouds, and the sea of clouds makes people infinitely reverie.

Especially the figure on the side of the fairy mountain, after Zhang Jingtao's clear water was slightly hooked, it was really as elegant as an immortal, and it really seemed that it was about to fly to a more mysterious fairyland like ten thousand immortals fighting for the crossing.

The fat shopkeeper followed the ink-colored Feibai and fairy shadows, looked at the twenty-meter blank rice paper, knowing that there was nothing painted there, but he expected that there would be a fairyland there, until he looked at the twenty-meter blank, leaving only infinite regrets, but he was still looking forward to a fairyland outside the rice paper.

Looking at the sea of clouds again, it seems to have become a wide and ethereal river again.

Then compare the prompter: You don't see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky, rushing to the sea and not returning!

I only feel that the sea of clouds and the weather are combined with the mountain rain, rushing down through the mountains and rivers, and gathering into a long river like a dragon, which goes east and disappears, and merges into the vast sea, and the sea of clouds rises again, and becomes the sea of clouds between the mountains and rivers.

There are a few light hooks and a few strokes in the sea of clouds, which does not seem to be much, but there is the Great Wall looming in the meantime.

It is the mysteries of heaven and earth that seem to be integrated into the painting.

The fat shopkeeper looked at the painting obsessively and was stunned.

He also mentioned the title of the painting that everyone couldn't understand: 'Huaxia Tianse', and left a Zhang Zheng's paragraph, Zhang Jingtao threw down the pen, smiled lightly, and entered the Golden Wind Drizzle Pavilion.

The fat shopkeeper was such a clever person, and he stayed in front of the painting for three minutes before entering the Golden Wind Drizzle Pavilion again.

Although Zhao Linger and a few people could see the corridor in the pavilion, they couldn't see the painting because of the angle, and after a few people sat down, they looked at the menu and chatted a few words, and they didn't think that Zhang Jingtao could still paint a decent painting.

Therefore, how did a few people in the room think that Zhang Jingtao could use such a wide opening and closing technique to paint a very delicate and dynamic painting.

After a few people chatted a few words, when they looked carefully in the corridor, they only saw the fat shopkeeper in a daze, and several people in the room probably thought that the fat man was thinking about something, but they didn't care, they just thought that there were only a few ink balls on the wall.

The fat shopkeeper knew very well that Zhao Ling'er and the others could not see the painting, and if they wanted to go from the Golden Wind and Drizzle, they would usually go through another door, not the gallery.

Therefore, the fat shopkeeper is very cunning, and he doesn't want to be exempted, nor does he want to say anything about Zhang Jingtao's addition of a paintbrush that shocks his heart.

After following into the pavilion, he stayed aside with a smile, lowered his eyebrows and said: "Childe's painting is very fairy, so that the villain can throw his five bodies to the ground, and I can't wait to extend the entire wall and take it home, but unfortunately, this painting is not full of twenty meters after all, and just because of these three meters of painting, the rest of the seventeen meters of paper are wasted, because others can no longer add half a wisp of ink to it, so, hehehe...... I still can't give Childe a free order, but if Childe comes to the shop next time, although he is far less rich than Childe, he will definitely invite Childe to drink alone! In addition, seeing this painting, the villain understands how to be the family and the country, hehe, son, you spend money to contribute to the Chinese people, right? ”

These words are so powerful, they are both comfortable and uncomfortable.

Zhao Ling'er and the others couldn't hear what the fat shopkeeper was saying at all.

I thought it was because the fat shopkeeper was afraid that things would be embarrassing, after all, Zhang Jingtao was the major shareholder of Xiang Xuehai, and he was the boss lady's man, so he picked some nice words to say, where do you know, this fat shopkeeper was really shocked by the painting, and what he said was also a true feeling.

Zhang Jingtao was happy, you must know that pure art alone can shock others, and it can also make people realize the true meaning of countless people's worlds, but it is extremely difficult to be dark.

The fat shopkeeper's words made him feel very gratified, and he didn't even expect this fat shopkeeper to have such understanding.

Zhang Jingtao was happy, and finally said: "Forget it, you can't avoid the order, the ingredients in your store are here, right?" Anything else you haven't come? ”

The fat shopkeeper was also happy: "Don't worry, son, all of them are here!" All Freshness Guaranteed! ”

Zhang Jingtao waved his hand and was very angry: "Then pick the freshest dishes in Xiangxuehai, it must come out of the field after six o'clock, remember, it must be the best!" All on! ”

The fat shopkeeper no longer had contempt for Zhang Jingtao in his eyes, he nodded again and again, smiling well, but he didn't move.

Zhao Lang's eyes rolled: "Jingtao is ruthless enough, the ones sent after six o'clock should be local vegetables, right?" Are you going to eat the little faces of the three beauties, Ling'er, Tongtong, and Rakshasa, all green? ”

Before Zhang Jingtao could answer, the fat shopkeeper pointed to the big clock in the room, and said to Zhao Lang very aggrievedly: "No, Your Highness, even if you want to eat, you can't eat it, because there is still a few points behind six o'clock at the moment, and where do you get the ingredients after six o'clock?" ”

Zhao Lang suddenly looked at Zhang Jingtao speechlessly, and pointed his finger: "Oh, brother, it's really a good wave, a good wave......

The rest of the people also looked at the bell.

The big clock, after Zhang Jingtao saw it again at this moment, there is no doubt that it was invented by the Chinese people, and such a big bell has long existed, if you calculate carefully, I am afraid that it will definitely have a history of more than 100 million years.

Because of this, the concept of the twelve hours, which has been used since time immemorial, cannot be changed at all.

Zhao Ling'er was finally angry, saying that you invited such a beautiful woman to have a meal, do you need to be so careful? Suddenly, he slapped the table: "Shopkeeper, I'll do something, this guy is very rich, and your Qingyang Chamber of Commerce is simply printing money!" ”

Zhang Jingtao sweated and advised: "Little sister Ling'er, it's not good to eat so greasy in the morning, people drink porridge in the morning, it's good for ...... skin."

It's a pity that Zhao Ling'er ignored it completely.

When Zhang Jingtao was about to sit still, Zhao Linger finally ordered the dishes.