"Shh When I came back, Yan Si was standing at the door of the box and motioned for me to come quietly.

"What's wrong?" I asked softly in a low voice.

She shook her head slightly, motioning for me to stand with her in the doorway and listen.

"You are an art dealer who wants to make a profit, and I am a painter, more for fame, we take what we need, if you can help me become famous, I will agree to continue to cooperate with you."

"It seems that Lin Painter is not so confident!"

"My main reason is that the cooperation with you has been smooth, and I don't want to harm your interests. It's a win-win situation, as long as you can help me get promoted, my paintings will no longer appear in the hands of other dealers, you know, there are not a few dealers vying to work with me now. ”

"Miss Lin is really ice and snow smart, we like this kind of cooperation, and we are just making a profit."

"What does Miss Lin want us to do?"

"This matter is only a small matter for you, and I will naturally contact you when the time comes, but remember, I am the only one who has a one-line contact with you, and the other people's meaning is not what I mean."

"What about the album next to Miss Lin?"

"That's just a little girl who doesn't know anything, and she can work hard without spending money, and it's not my paintings, my Lin Wenwen's paintings are myself."

"Okay, Miss Lin is really amazing."

"Come, we'll toast you."

"Happy cooperation!"

"Happy working together!"

The sun was setting, the twilight clouds were shining, and under its reflection, Gu Zhixiang dragged the shadows of two elders, and Yan Si said to me: "In fact, from the perspective of the album, this is also a way to make my painters more competitive." But I've never been so deceitful, and there's an element of deception in it. Actually, that's why my family is against me being an album, and they think it's the kind of thing that the album does. ”

"Hmm." I only replied lightly.

"Aru, now that you know about this, what are you going to do next?"

"What else can I do?" I smiled awkwardly, none of this was what I had thought.

"I can guess what she's trying to do now, that's the way it goes. Because the promotion of Bai Luo to Jin Tian was carried out in the Qingteng Pavilion, the Qingteng Pavilion will exhibit the works of each artist, and there will be a large number of professional painters to comment one by one, which will also be mixed with painting dealers, and they will bid for comments. On the first day, the paintings with high ratings or bids will be selected in this way, and on the second day, the paintings will be auctioned on a special basis, with the most popular bids being given priority, and on the third day, a ranking will be made based on these results, and finally the results will be fine-tuned by the three respected gentlemen in the Orange Garden. ”

"I've been in the Orange Painting Garden for more than two years, and I don't know much about these things."

"Aru, you are a typical person who doesn't listen to things outside the window, and only paints the heart, plus these are mostly the tasks of the album, it's normal that you don't know."

"This process doesn't sound simple." I sighed, "You said that how many people have to be buried in this way of screening!" ”

"No way, this is in the rain capital, and everyone in the rain capital is a person who can hold a paintbrush. At the same time, these complex processes are also to prevent some people from cheating, and if there are more processes, it will not be so easy! ”

"Also, it's not easy to be a good artist!" I shouted at the distant sunset, "It's so hard to be a painter." ”

This shout scared the last of its afterglow to the other side of the mountain, and it didn't even want to hear it?!

Lin Wenwen gave me a few days off, but in the days when the promotion competition was about to be held, other albums were very busy, and she broke me away.

When I had nothing to do, I simply dressed up as a man, carried my drawing board, and took my painting tools to Hejian Lake in Xicheng, where the painters looked quite leisurely, and I found a secluded place, originally meant to paint, and didn't really want to hear any gossip.

"I've been watching the promotion competition of the Orange Painting Garden in the past few years, it's not interesting, it's old-fashioned, it's all a little tricky."

"Thinking about it, let's rain in these two cities, I'm afraid it's hard to come up with a Baizhou."

"Yes, in fact, it stands to reason that Bai Zhou should be regarded as our painter in Xicheng, I think at the beginning, that child followed us and realized the true meaning of painting."

"Who knew he was actually the son of the owner of the Orange Painting Garden."

"That orange painting garden is simply the annihilation of talents, it took a hundred years to produce such a genius boy, not to mention being buried by them, and being sent to the spiritual capital, what a sin!"

"Who's to say it isn't!"

"I don't know what happened to that kid now?"

Cypress boat, boat, Zhou, cypress, wood white, Zhou wood white.

"Have any of you seen Wen Qing?"

"He's not an old place, what's the matter? Look at you flustered. ”

"I just heard the news that Mr. Yu, the master of the painting hall in the Lingdu Palace, has died."

"What?"

"It's Yu Qinfang, the master of the painting hall who came out of so much rain, who died."

"That woman, what's so strange about her death, is it possible that some of us still have the ability to replace it, when is the candidate for the hall master not from their Orange Painting Garden!"

"Don't you know? It's this Mr. Yu who had a relationship with Lao Wen when he was young, and now that this has happened, of course, I have to tell him first. ”

The white paper on my drawing board was still white, and suddenly I heard the news, and a drop of ink fell on it, and no matter how I looked at it, it looked like this paper was going to be wasted. The moment the ink dripped down, I thought a lot, does this mean that Zhou Mubai is one step closer to his dream? Does this mean that Zhou Mubai will come back?

Actually, I can't be happy at all, I think that when the day comes, I should greet him as a radiant senior painter, and it won't be the current helpless embarrassment, how can such an Aru be worthy of the master of the painting hall?

I came back bored, and as soon as I entered the alley, I saw a carriage standing in front of my small courtyard, and the driver waved at me. I'm wondering who it is? Step forward quickly.

"Is it Miss Xinru?" The guy who drove asked.

"Yes, I am, you are?"

He lifted the curtain of the car, and I looked fixedly: "Senior sister? Jade girl? ”

"I'm going to Lingdu Palace, are you going? Or do you have any message that you need to give to Zhou Mubai? Quick, I'm in a hurry. ”

"Is it for Mr. Yu?" I asked tentatively.

"Is there any?"

"If you have something urgent, go first, I can write to him."

"I came to you for one more thing, I want to ask you to bring a message to a painter named Wenqing in Hejian Lake in Xicheng."

"You say!"

"Mr. Yu, the master of the Painting Palace, is dead." Huanyi's voice was cold, so cold that people couldn't hear the sadness of the water.

"Got it." I replied softly.