After coming out of Lingmo Xuan, Zhuo Wen and Zhuo Ya visited the "Wenbi Pavilion" and "Xianyan Building" in turn, and bought a lot of things, although the grade was not high, but it barely reached the bottom of the chrysanthemum. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Yi Zhuowen guessed that this should be an enlightenment gift prepared by Zhuoya for some younger brothers and sisters of the family who have a better relationship, after all, the family's painting competition is about to start, which can be regarded as a good omen.

Seeing that Zhuo Ya made a move in tens of thousands, Zhuo Wen couldn't help sighing, sure enough, Miss Qianjin is Miss Qianjin, even the "toys" she bought for people are aura, and she is not afraid of ruining people, being rich is capricious. I'm so jealous of those cold window painters who can't afford to buy Wenbao!

Of course, with Zhuo Wen's shameless urine, how could he let go of such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity?

Dead begging for a long time, almost brought the cold rice technique to the extreme, Zhuo Ya was also annoyed, and thought that Zhuo Wen had made some achievements today, so he paid for an extra set.

Of course, it's all standard outfits, don't expect how high-end, although Zhuo Ya is rich, but he can't favor one over the other, it can be said that the previous Zhuo Wenwu Mine Spirit Ingot has been taken care of.

Zhuo Wen summed up the current holdings in his hands.

In terms of Wenbao, in addition to the black ore spirit ingots he got before, he stalked Zhuoya to buy himself a group of standard kits, which are:

Autumn leaf pen, chrysanthemum inferior, worth 2100 ink dollars.

Stone fine inkstone, chrysanthemum inferior, 2000 ink yuan.

Black soil ingots, chrysanthemum inferiority, 1900 ink yuan.

A number of special rice paper for painters, 1000 ink yuan...

A total of 7,000 ink yuan, if converted into RMB, that is about 4,500, of which ink and paper are still disposable utensils, and this is only the minimum consumption, no wonder many people can't afford to buy the painter's special Wenbao, because this is no different from burning money! More advanced consumption such as Zhuoya Liang Yan, their spending in Wenbao is definitely more than 100,000 ink yuan

Zhuo Wen, who has 20,000 ink yuan of private money, would be a small 10,000 yuan household if he put aside his previous life, but from the perspective of the consumption concept of landscape painters, this money can be regarded as a ball.

Zhuo Wen looked at the Wenbao in his hand, although it is also a chrysanthemum, but it is obviously much worse than the Wu ore ingot, because there is a big difference in price, he can't say that he is disappointed, overall, it is much better than those hundreds of yuan in the world, anyway, he has no career now, and he can use it if he is alive.

Unconsciously, he has been shopping with Zhuoya for a morning, plus the previous "Lotte Paper" and "Lingmo Xuan", it can be said that he has seen enough of the four treasures of the study in the painting world, and naturally has increased a lot of postures.

At this time, the scorching sun was already high, and Zhuo Wen's stomach was also rumbling with hunger, but fortunately, there was Zhuo Ya, a little rich woman, next to him, and Zhuo Wen was not careful about eating badly at all. Sure enough, they didn't agree with each other and came to "Qingfeng Zhai".

Qingfeng Zhai is a five-grade hotel in the north of Xuancheng City, equivalent to a five-star hotel in the previous life, in this kind of place, the minimum consumption is also 1000 ink yuan, for many people who are struggling, this kind of glass of boiled water is 40 ink yuan of luxury, only the loser is qualified to come.

But if you want to talk about a loser, it is obvious that Zhuoya is one of them, because this kind of young lady who has not touched the spring water with her fingers has almost no concept of 40 ink yuan for a glass of boiled water. Yes, can you still expect people who are willing to spend tens of thousands of dollars to buy an ink ingot to show any surprise at dozens of dollars of boiled water?

Zhuo Wen is also embarrassed, in fact, as a famous illustrator in his previous life, he also went to five-star hotels, such as publisher negotiations and manuscript orders, which he almost did in hotels, so he was also used to this kind of consumption concept, and did not express too much surprise, of course, if it was not for others to invite, he was still reluctant to go.

After eating, Zhuo Wen simply asked for advice on painting, after all, he was about to go home, he always had to learn a skill to defend himself, and for him, the best self-defense technique was to be familiar with painting!

But unfortunately, according to Zhuoya, it seems that only the top 30 after the assessment can receive the "Painting Talent Empowerment" in the "Ice Soul Terrace", and get the enlightenment of painting to become a real painter!

Only by becoming a painter can you get the "finishing touch" of God's supernatural powers, and with the finishing touch, you can contact the painting spirit and embody the painted object.

Although Zhuo Wen was disappointed, it was also expected, after all, the profession of painter is too rebellious, and the difficulty of changing jobs and the number of transfers are naturally correspondingly increased and limited, if not, the painter will not be called the most noble profession by the people in the landscape world.

However, Zhuo Wen is not discouraged, he is not worried that he will not be able to enter the top 30, and even the top 30 is not his goal, his goal is to be the first place!

In his previous life, he was also a painter nominated by the province, and if he didn't paint roots, it would be unscientific.

Zhuo Wen is full of ambition, as long as he is admitted to the top of the list and becomes the honorary painter of the Zhuo family, he can enjoy the treatment of a guest, his status is outstanding, he can talk to the peers of the head of the family, and when the time comes, the Zhuo family will offer him the four treasures of the study, and he will not have to worry about having no money to paint.

Zhuo Shijia is a family, there are descendants and collateral lines, the descendants are the main ones, the side is slaves, Zhuo Wen is a collateral line, naturally only the share of miscellaneous labor, but because the painting contest is for the whole city, so Zhuo Wen can participate even if he has a low status in the clan, so Zhuo Ya does not think it is strange that Zhuo Wen has this kind of idea, after all, who is willing to be mediocre and does not want to soar?

If you know Zhuo Ya's thoughts, Zhuo Wen must smile bitterly, you must know that the original owner of his body is an outlier, the painting competition is held every year, originally as long as he reaches the age of thirteen, he can participate, this guy is dragged to the age of fifteen and dare not think about it, it is really too no pursuit... But fortunately, he didn't participate, otherwise he would definitely not have passed, and the painting contest has clear rules: those who fail to meet the requirements will never be allowed to participate in the registration again!

Painting roots are determined by heaven, and people who don't have eternal life, of course, it's not without exceptions, for example, some people are inspired by the painting saint of the realm of the gods, and suddenly the painting suddenly rises and forcibly condenses into the painting root... But this is a rare occurrence and has almost become a legend.

After eating and drinking enough to return to Zhuo's mansion, Zhuo Wen returned with a full load, only to feel that the trip was worthwhile, but he also had a question, Zhuo Ya was too good to herself, even if she was rich, it seemed that she shouldn't give herself a subordinate who was suspected of being a shield, could it be that she knew that I would become a saint in the future, so she came out as soon as possible to send her arms to the dark wave Qiu?

Zhuo Wen shook her head with a wry smile, she hadn't even started to participate in the painting contest, she didn't know if I had painted roots or not, how could she come to slap me? But in this way, I really don't understand what this woman is thinking.

Watching Zhuo Wen return to his dormitory, Zhuo Ya, who was supposed to go back to the boudoir, suddenly appeared not far away, but at this time, she no longer saw the lively and cheerful smile she had before, and her expression looked solemn...

Also, whoever witnesses a crossing process with their own eyes will probably not be relieved, right?