This weekend for two days, because the next ball game needs to improve the skills of a few bad friends, I will not sell paintings for the time being.

Half of the time is spent practicing, and the other half is spent in my rented room to practice programming design, and by the way, I upload the scenery, architecture, and character design drawings I drew before to the computer.

So early Saturday morning, I called the owner of Xinxin Gallery: "Hey, I'm Ren Bufan, I have something to do this week, so I won't paint and send it to you for consignment." ”

"I didn't say I wanted you to send the paintings," the old man said with a smile when he knew it was him, "Do you think you're a best-selling painter?"

"What do you mean?"

"What do you mean? You've only sold a few paintings here, how can they be sold so quickly? Do you think you'll be sold out if you hang them out?"

"Uh~" Ren Bufan suddenly felt embarrassed, "What are the ones that were sold?"

"There are 4 ink paintings, but it has nothing to do with you, this is an agent. ”

"What about oil paintings?"

"No one has bought the oil paintings on sale so far, be patient! The old man said, "When this side is successfully sold, I will take the initiative to call you and wait for news!"

Hanging up the phone, Ren Bufan scratched his face.

After all, he had no experience in this area, and he really thought that it would be good to paint a certain number of paintings every week and send them to the gallery, but he never thought that the gallery would have to sell the previous paintings before considering new paintings.

Make an appointment with the brothers and go to the basketball court near the village hall at about 8 o'clock.

Although this basketball court is in tatters, the ball frame is not even a net, and there is only an iron ring left, but it doesn't matter, you can practice.

Before that, because I woke up early, there was still more than an hour to go.

Ren Bufan seized every minute and didn't want to waste it at all.

Take out the books you bought and study the books on medicine carefully to improve your skills as much as possible.

Today's random skill comparison pits, defeating two criminals with Tai Chi will give you 450 Tai Chi proficiency and advanced pages.

There were no criminals in the village, and even if there were, he wouldn't be able to see it.

Not to mention defeating criminals with soft tai chi?

If it's a flowing wind leg, it makes sense.

When he refreshes for free, the random skill content changes to sing 3 full pop songs in front of at least 1,000 people, rewarding 550 music proficiency and 3 premium pages.

I don't know if there are 1,000 people in the whole village! Now the live broadcast platform has not developed, and even if there is a live broadcast, it doesn't seem to be face-to-face, right? I don't know if it will work.

There is no way, you can only give up random skills, and not the random skills that are refreshed every day can be successfully completed, it depends on whether he is lucky or not, and whether he can refresh to simple.

At 7:40 a.m., not long after he raised his knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine to level 4, the voices of Zhao Yan, Yuan Gang and Zhou Zheng came from outside, and three friends shouted his name outside the door.

Putting down the book and peeking out of the window, the three friends were really holding basketballs in the yard, looking up and waving at him: "Play ball!"

"Come right away!" Ren Bufan quickly went downstairs, removed the wooden bolt behind the door, opened the door and met them, "Let's go!"

"Let's go!"

Locking the door of the house, the four brothers trotted all the way to the dilapidated basketball court in the village, and practiced seriously with Ren Bufan as a skill guide.

On the other side, there is a new gallery in the downtown area.

Receiving a call from Ren Bufan early in the morning and chatting with him for a few words, Lu Huang couldn't help laughing.

If I hadn't asked my old friends to sell them, I don't know when the four ink paintings would have been sold!

How can the works of new painters sell so quickly, and he is too anxious!

However, most new painters have this situation, after all, they only focus on painting and do not know anything about it.

"Ningning!" the old man walked around the gallery.

"Eh, boss!" Zhao Ning immediately walked in front of him.

"Another wave of sales in the penguin flock sent out photos of our rookie painters' work. The old man said, "I hope to attract some business." ”

"Good boss!"

"You guys look at the store, I'll go out for a walk. ”

"Don't worry, boss!"

The old man has money, but he goes out by bus, because the old man's card is discounted, and the bus is quite convenient.

The main thing is to be lively.

At 9 o'clock in the morning, the gallery began to have more customers, and the waiters were busy entertaining and introducing the paintings.

An old lady who looked young entered the gallery, richly dressed and covered in sparkling gemstone necklaces and rings.

After coming in, I didn't let the waiter introduce me, and I looked at the paintings one by one leisurely.

When I walked to the oil painting area, I stumbled upon one of them and stopped to look at it.

It is Ren Bufan's painting of "Go Home".

I don't know why, the scene of Aunt Yuan and her granddaughter coming home hand in hand in the oil painting reminded her of her grandmother, who was already quite vague in her memory.

When she was very young, she also lived in a backward rural area, and her grandmother took her hand and walked around every night market.

"These paintings feel a little weird. At this time, a middle-aged man with glasses approached next to him, staring at Ren Bufan's work and said.

The old lady looked at him, did not speak, and returned her gaze to the painting.

When Wang Yuan saw this scene, he hurriedly ran over: "Hello! These paintings are the works of a rookie painter. Although he is a newcomer, the artist's works are not low in terms of painting skills and artistic conception, and his paintings also have room for appreciation. ”

The old lady didn't react when she looked at the painting, but the man with glasses next to her smiled: "Artistic conception? I admit that this painter's work is a bit interesting, but he is not an artistic conception." What I care more about is his painting skills, especially the layering of this oil painting is very different from the works of normal painters. Generally speaking, oil paintings need to be rendered layer by layer, but I see that these oil paintings give people a feeling of being done in one go, which is very strange! There is no problem with oil paintings being so messy, but they look pretty good, and I am even more puzzled. ”

"Then do you think this painting is good or bad?" Wang Yuan asked with a smile.

"Hmm~It's subtle~" The man with glasses touched the sparse beard on his chin, "I can't say!"

"What do you think, this guest?" Wang Yuan asked curiously when he noticed that the old lady had not spoken, just staring at the painting and going home.

The old lady didn't look back, and asked indifferently: "How much?"

"Sister," said the bespectacled man, turning his head, "didn't you listen to me? This painting is obviously different from normal oil painting, and I don't know what technique the author used, and I wonder if it is a normal oil painting." And while it looks good, it's not really meaningful......"

"How much?" the old lady ignored him and turned her head to ask Wang Yuan.

"Wait a minute, I'll check!" Wang Yuan really didn't remember the prices of these paintings, and quickly turned around and went to the cashier to find the price list.

The man with glasses saw that the old lady ignored him, and glanced at Ren Bufan's paintings: "I think the paintings next to them are far better than this one in terms of artistic conception and painting skills." Why did you choose this one?"

The old lady glanced sideways at him: "I like it, can't I?"

"Well, everyone has a different perspective. The man with glasses looked back at Ren Bufan's paintings, although he felt that the painting skills were strange, not very similar to the oil painting method he understood, and at the same time, the situation reflected in the painting was greater than the artistic conception, and there were some discrepancies with the introduction of the gallery attendant, and there were some obvious deficiencies in the paintings, but it was comfortable to look at, and I don't know why. And it's the kind that the more you look at it, the more you think it's good.

Wang Yuan returned to the cashier and carefully opened the price list to inquire, only to find that the boss had not set a price for these paintings, so how could he explain it to the customer?

Hurry up and call the boss.

The old man was shopping outside, and was a little surprised when he received this phone call: "That kid's oil painting is really taken care of? So, you invite the guest to a cup of tea first, and I will be back soon." ”

"Boss, tell me the pricing, I can talk to the guest. ”

"Your skills are a bit rusty, and I'll have to do it myself. Make tea and I'll be right back!"

"Oh!" In desperation, Wang Yuan could only go over and say to the old lady, "Guest, because these paintings are the works of a newcomer who has just cooperated with us, and they have just been hung up, so you need to ask the boss." He'll be back in a few minutes, please come here for a cup of tea!"

"It's okay, I'll just wait here. The old lady did not go away, but continued to look at the paintings.

Wang Yuan had no choice but to stand aside with her, his eyes constantly looking at the man who was approaching and looking up and down the painting.

After a while, Lu Huang really rushed back to the gallery, it seemed that it was not far from here, and the transportation was convenient.

As soon as he entered the gallery, he walked straight to this side, and his eyes carefully examined the old lady and the man with glasses, watching their every move.

"Boss!" Wang Yuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw him come back, and hurriedly came over and said, "This guest seems to want to buy a painting......

"How much does this oil painting cost?" said the old lady was quite direct.

"Both of you seem to be a little interested?" Lu Huang asked the old lady and the man with glasses, smiling slightly.

Wang Yuan was stunned next to him, and said in his heart that the man hadn't said he was interested, and he had been talking about oil painting!

Without waiting for the man with glasses to speak, the old lady frowned slightly: "I want to buy a painting, how much does this one cost?" ”

"It's a newcomer's painting, but it has a lot of potential. The two of them are quite discerning, I really admire!" Lu Huang replied with a smile, "The rookie painters who painted these works have huge room for appreciation in the future. Now while he is not famous, treasure the paintings in advance, and he will definitely not regret it in the future. Of course, the price is definitely reasonable. ”

"What I want to know is, why is this painter's oil painting different from that of ordinary oil painters, and how does he do it without rendering, but directly in one go?"

"If you don't have any skills, will I say that he has a huge room for appreciation?" Lu Huang smiled mysteriously, "Please listen to me, ...... you"