Wishing home.

Zhu Kang, the old man of the Zhu family, was reading the accounts in the study, and sometimes used a pen to tick the account book.

At this time, Zhu Yuan walked in, with excitement on his face, and sat opposite Zhu Kang.

Zhu Kang glanced at him: "Yuan'er, you are becoming more and more ignorant of the rules, and you don't even knock on the door when you come in." ”

"Dad, wasn't I so excited that I forgot to knock on the door for a while?" Zhu Yuan said with a smile.

Zhu Kang raised his head from the account book, then read the account book carefully, and said casually: "What makes you so excited, let's hear it." ”

"Dad, I was lucky enough to find a way to make money today. Zhu Yuan said excitedly.

"How to make money?"

Zhu Kang's eyes slowly lifted from the ledger again, looked at Zhu Yuan, and finally showed a trace of interest.

"Yes. ”

Zhu Yuan nodded and said with a smile: "Dad, isn't it the Lantern Festival today? I rarely met Ya'er, so I took her to the shore of the West Lake, and we saw a teenager holding an art exhibition on the shore of the West Lake. ”

"A boy who holds an art exhibition?"

Zhu Kang's interest is a little stronger: "Holding an art exhibition on the shore of the West Lake, today is the Lantern Festival, that young man does have a bit of brains." ”

"I think so too. ”

Zhu Yuan continued: "Moreover, that young man's paintings are quite good, he has a sense of meaning, and he will definitely become a master-level figure in the future, and his paintings are bought by a lot of people. ”

Zhu Kang's eyes had become unusually bright at this time, he took a sip of the tea next to him, and exhaled a mouthful of turbid breath with enjoyment, and then smiled: "Yes, yes, this is a good idea, Yuan'er, you can think of this path, which means that you have a more far-reaching vision than ordinary people, in the eyes of others, you just see a genius boy born out of nowhere, and what you see is a way to make money, this alone is enough to show that you are the dragon and phoenix among people, I am very pleased." ”

Being able to get his father's appreciation, Zhu Yuan was also very excited: "Dad, the child will be born with you." ”

Zhu Kang suddenly had a great joy and laughed.

Finally, he put the teacup back on the table and said, "It's just that a teenager has never had enough influence, we have to invest in him and train him to become a generation of painters, so that we will make more money when the time comes." ”

"Yes, Jiang is still old and spicy, and my father is more thoughtful and long-term than me. Zhu Yuanxi said.

"I'm your son. ”

Zhu Yuan was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly nodded with a smile: "Yes." ”

Zhu Kang then asked: "So, what is the name of that young man? We have to act immediately, what our Zhu family can think of, other families must also be able to think of, so we must be ahead of other families and win that young man to our Zhu family." ”

Hearing this, Zhu Yuan's face was bitter, and he smiled helplessly: "Dad, I don't know what the young man's name is, he is very mysterious, and I don't even know what he looks like." ”

Zhu Kang couldn't help frowning.

Zhu Yuan was a little annoyed, and continued: "Dad, when you said that, I suddenly regretted it, I was in that art exhibition room at that time, and the young man was behind the art exhibition room, and I only had to push the small door to see the young man." ”

"Nope. ”

Zhu Kang shook his head: "Fortunately, you didn't push it, as far as I know, geniuses are generally a little quirky, what if you push that door, what if you anger him?

Zhu Yuan nodded: "Dad is right, in fact, at that time, I also had such concerns, so I didn't push the door." ”

Zhu Kang said: "You just said that the young man is very mysterious, since you don't know the name and appearance of the young man, I believe that other families will not be so easy to hear." ”

"Yes, that's fine, I'll definitely find a way to find out the name of that young man, and then find a way to meet him and lead him to our house. ”

"Okay, you must do this as soon as possible, as soon as possible. ”

......

A day has passed.

Lin Zong was still immersed in the joy of yesterday, feeling like a dream, yesterday's art exhibition was very successful, earning more than 100,000 gold coins.

Making money is still secondary, mainly his own popularity, which was opened up all of a sudden, and he believes that the mysterious genius boy will soon fill the streets and alleys of the entire Cloud Wasteland City.

If the popularity is out, it will be easy to make money in the future.

After the Lantern Festival and returning to the Sword Sect, when Lin Zong and Tang Rou passed by the cultivation ground, they found that those disciples who were cultivating were already talking about a mysterious painting genius boy who was born in this great wilderness.

"I heard that yesterday on the shore of the West Lake, there was a teenager who sold paintings, and the level of painting was quite remarkable!"

"Yes, my father bought a landscape painting, and now it is hanging on the main hall of my house.

"My dad also bought one, and it's really awesome!"

"Cut, what are you guys, I heard that Senior Brother Zhu Yuan directly spent a full 100,000 gold coins to buy a painting of the young man and give it to his girlfriend Tan Taiya. ”

"100,000 gold coins, is it true? Damn, this is a sky-high price, Senior Brother Zhu Yuan is really stylish. ”

"What do you know? The painter is still a teenager, and when he becomes a master in the future, the painting will be worth a lot. ”

Hearing the sound of Taoist discussions coming from the cultivation ground, the corners of Tang Rou's eyes were filled with joy.

She glanced at the young man beside her, but saw that the young man was holding his hands behind him, walking leisurely, his eyes did not squint, and his face was light.

This kid...... It can really be loaded.

The girl almost burst out laughing.

"Hey, look at that rookie. ”

A disciple spotted Lin Zong and Tang Rou and immediately shouted, "Do you remember? In a cultivation class before, this little rookie even drew a painting of Senior Sister Murong. ”

"Yes, I remember, this kid also likes to paint. ”

"Little rookie, now that there is a genius young painter born in this cloud barrenness, what do you think?" a disciple asked loudly.

The other disciples also looked at the young man with a sneer.

The young man paused slightly, his face was lightly raised, and a little pride appeared, and he said slowly: "I am also a painter. ”

The disciples were stunned, this little rookie was really thick-skinned, and he dared to call himself a painter.

"Painter, I'm sorry, you're a shameless person at best, the king of leaks!"

Some disciples spat with disdain.

The disciples burst into laughter.

Tang Rou looked at the young man beside her with a strange expression, she wanted to know how the stinky painter would react next.

The young man still stood there quietly with his hands behind his back, his handsome face slightly tilted up.

There was a wind, blowing slowly, and the young man's black hair was gently flying in the wind, indescribably elegant and calm.