No matter how stupid Wei Hong was, he knew what Comrade Li meant, so he nodded and said: "If you go back to the saint, villains are good at drawing figures, regardless of men and women. If the saint is interested in this little sketch of the villain, why don't the villain draw a picture of the saint? Being able to paint a portrait of the saint is a blessing that the villain has cultivated for several lifetimes. "This sycophant is also a science, pay attention to a steady and ruthless, a slight deviation to the horse's hooves, the one who is kicked is himself.

Comrade Lao Li was very satisfied with Wei Hong's acquaintance, first asked Wei Hong to get up and speak, and then walked to the front of the dragon case, fought opposite Wei Hong, and said lightly: "I still have a lot of official business to deal with, how long will it take you to finish drawing?" ”

Wei Hong rubbed his chin and thought for a while, and said cautiously: "If you only draw the upper body, it will take a while." Originally, Wei Hong wanted to say two things, after all, Comrade Lao Li was a little blessed, and if he wanted to highlight his royal majesty, he had to paint it in a one-to-one ratio, but the canvas and time were limited, so he could only paint a bust.

As a result, Comrade Lao Li disagreed, and had to paint a full-body portrait, after all, the emperor is the emperor after all, and his identity is here, so Wei Hong can only agree. But if you want to paint a complete full-body portrait, one day is far from enough, and finally Wei Hong divided the time of the portrait into three times, painting one-third every day. Comrade Lao Li reluctantly agreed, and let Wei Hong start immediately. Wei Hong's highest record is to paint one painting a day, and now he has already painted one, which is beyond his ability to accept. But he didn't dare to disobey Comrade Li's request, so he drew it hard. Around evening, Wei Hongcai dragged his tired body back to Hongyuan Commercial Bank. Wan Niang and Ruohua saw that Wei Hong's hands were tired and trembling, and they were so distressed that they burst into tears. Ruohua, this little girl, has a big temper, and scolded angrily: "The saint is really not a ......"

As a result, before she finished speaking, Wei Hong hurriedly blocked her mouth: "Auntie, don't say it, be careful that the wall has ears." Although Li Ruohua's words were not finished, Wei Hong still had lingering palpitations, if these words were known by Comrade Li, he was afraid that he would not have to live.

His hands were so tired that he couldn't move, and at night, Wanniang and Ruohua fed Wei Hong little by little. Early the next morning, I went to the palace again to paint a portrait of Comrade Lao Li. Due to a night's rest and recuperation, today's efficiency is very fast, and it only took one day to draw two-thirds of Comrade Li's life. Wei Hong wanted to finish painting in one go, after all, the palace is not a fun place, so it's better to come less. But Du Ruhui suddenly asked to see the saint, although Comrade Lao Li was also anxious to see his portrait, but the state affairs were important, so he still asked Wei Hong to go back first, and made an appointment to finish the rest of the paintings tomorrow.

When Wei Hong returned to Hongyuan Commercial Bank, he found that there were a large number of people outside Hongyuan Commercial Bank. As a result, when I went back and asked Li Zongren, I found out that I didn't know that person was killed, and broke the news about Wei Hong's personal information. Now people in the capital know that Wei Hong is in Hongyuan Commercial Bank, not only that, but there are also portraits of Wei Hong on the street, the portrait is an ink painting, the painting is very neat and realistic, and several characteristics on Wei Hong's face are perfectly reflected in the superb skills of the painter.

Knowing this, Wei Hong had two big heads. When he arrived at the main hall, seeing that Li Xuanqing was also there, Wei Hong frowned and said, "Miss, do you know who broke the news?" ”

Li Xuanqing shook his head: "I don't know, but I'm definitely not from our Hongyuan Commercial Bank." Are they those fox friends and dog friends of yours, Cheng Chumo, Yu Chi Baolin and the like? Li Xuanqing didn't have a good impression of that brother.

Wei Hong vetoed Li Xuanqing's speculation with certainty: "Impossible, these people will definitely not do such a thing." ”

Since it is not the person of Hongyuan Commercial Bank, nor is it Cheng Chumo and others, who will it be? Could it be that it is a female apprentice who has just been accepted, Zhang Ling'er? It seems unlikely that when she first accepted Zhang Ling'er, Wei Hong repeatedly told her not to reveal her whereabouts. Thinking about it, Wei Hong really couldn't think of any clue. Just when Wei Hong was about to give up, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he thought of some strange things about going to the palace to paint a portrait of Comrade Lao Li. Every time he painted a portrait of Comrade Lao Li, Wei Hong could always feel that there was a person hidden behind the gauze tent next door, at first Wei Hong thought it might be a concubine or something, and was chatting with Comrade Lao Li, when he suddenly visited, the concubine had to hide behind the gauze tent to avoid being seen by men other than Comrade Lao Li. But after thinking about it, every time he entered the palace, Comrade Lao Li issued an order to announce that he would go, and since he knew that he would go back, the concubine would have left a long time ago, so that she would not hide behind the gauze tent in a hurry. Since she is not a concubine, who is it? Wei Hong tried hard to think about the little things in it, and when Wei Hong concentrated on painting the portrait of Comrade Lao Li, it seemed as if he heard a little bit of grinding ink. Who needs ink in the palace? Wei Hong instinctively associated with the royal painter. I remember that Li Zongren also said before that the portrait painting work circulating on the market is very neat and the skill is quite high. Linking these two points together, Wei Hong is almost certain that the person hidden in the gauze tent is the painter in the palace!

After seeing the clouds, Wei Hong not only did not have any joy, but frowned. When I painted a portrait of Comrade Lao Li together, some people took the opportunity to paint a portrait of themselves! Why did this Comrade Li expose his information and provoke everyone in the capital to know his whereabouts and make trouble for himself?

When Wei Hong had two big heads, Li Xuanqing suddenly said: "Wei Hong, my father, Ruohua, the whole Hongyuan Commercial Bank, how do you treat you?" ”

Wei Hong didn't know why Li Xuanqing suddenly asked this, but he still replied honestly: "My father-in-law has the grace of knowing me, and he gave Ruohua to me, and his kindness to me is more important than Mount Tai. Ruohua is dedicated to me, regards me as the sky, and has a stronger friendship with me than Jin. If there is no Hongyuan Commercial Bank to let me show my strength, I am afraid that Weihong is still a poor country tribute who has not done anything. Whether it is the father-in-law, Ruohua, or Hongyuan Commercial Bank's kindness to Wei, it is not something that can be clearly explained in a word, and Wei will not be able to repay this friendship for the rest of his life. I don't know why the eldest lady suddenly asked about this? ”

Hearing Wei Hong's words, Li Xuanqing was very pleased, which means that Wei Hong has not forgotten his roots, and it also proves that his father's original choice was not wrong. Li Xuanqing glanced at Wei Hong deeply, and casually pointed to the direction of the door: "Now there are not only sons and young ladies outside the door. ”

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