The first list that Zhao Mingyang had to make was a list that a colleague in his previous life inadvertently picked up, a list that many people couldn't imagine.

In an alley on Shencheng South N Road, most of the people living here are some old Shencheng people, who have been neighbors for decades or even a hundred years, many people have lived here for sixty or seventy years, and several generations of people here have been playing from childhood to adulthood.

There is a family here, if I remember correctly, it is the 28th, and the empty bottle media called this list the 28 miracle internally.

The reason why it is called the 28 miracle is because this list is really easy to sign, and the signed list is directly five million, and the list is not dead because a colleague passed by here and took a look at the No. 28 courtyard, and it was signed.

At that time, the colleague who signed this order didn't expect it to be so smooth, but it seemed to take away all his luck, and in the next few years, he didn't make a single order, and later changed careers.

How to say this kind of thing, it is really not an uncommon thing in the field of sales, many people are lucky to do a big project, not how strong their ability is, but the project seems to take the initiative to find the door to push it off, shoehorned into you in general, but many people do this kind of project, it seems that there is no good luck anymore, and the next thing may be bad luck.

Zhao Mingyang came to Gate No. 28 at this time, and there was an old man in this courtyard who would paint in the yard every day.

Zhao Mingyang glanced into the courtyard, the old man is not here, what's the matter? Did you go to eat chicken?

Can't stay, so as not to arouse suspicion, turn around, Zhao Mingyang left quickly, this old man basically can't move, he will paint here every day, and the door is open for people to see, I am afraid that others don't know that he is painting, why is he not here today?

After a while, Zhao Mingyang slipped to the front door of No. 28 again, and saw an old man with a white beard with silver hair, wearing a white Tang costume and a pair of black cloth shoes, standing in front of a table, sorting out the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, everything was ready, spread out the paper, picked up the brush and dipped it in ink and began to paint.

The action and the expression, I don't know and think it's a master, if you walk in and take a look, you can't help but say: "Hold the grass!" I'm blind in vain. ”

The old man's painting is really the same as a ghost drawing, and his painting can only be said to be very ordinary, and he has no talent for painting at all.

And in the previous life, the colleague passed by and accidentally glanced at the painting drawn by the old man, and said with a clear conscience: "The old man painted well." ”

Just such a sentence, I actually brought a list, who believes it? Do you believe it? No one believed it, but it was done.

"The old man is good at drawing!" Zhao Mingyang stood in front of the door and said.

When the old man heard this, he put down his pen, glanced at Zhao Mingyang, beckoned and said, "You come in." ”

Zhao Mingyang took advantage of the situation to enter, in fact, the paintings painted by this old man were sprayed and ridiculed by the neighbors every day, and even the passers-by did not say that he painted well, after all, most people not only have good eyes but also don't like to say things with a clear conscience, unless the money is in place and call Dad.

The old man heard this compliment with a clear conscience, just like a man who could only hold on for three seconds at a time met a woman who said that he was wonderful, a real man, very strong and long-lasting.

"Young man, you know how to draw, huh?" The old man took the initiative to chat with Zhao Mingyang.

"I know a little bit about it, I just saw you outside the door concentrating on painting and didn't dare to disturb, your painting is good, full of traditional heritage and post-modern realism, a combination of tradition and modernity, you see this UFO is like an expectation for the future, classical, modern, future, three elements combined, this is simply a master's work, you are a master, you are an artist."

The old man's ass was slapped by Zhao Mingyang and was about to soar, cool! It's really cool!

Although I don't know what I painted, Zhao Mingyang's interpretation is good, wonderful, this painting is going to be framed, and whoever comes will tell him that this is a combination of the base of the past, modern realism and future expectations.

I open the door to paint every day, don't you just want others to see it, this has been forced to pretend for so long, and finally pretended.

It's a pity, it's a pity, Niu Cuihua next door is not present at this time, chasing her back then, she dislikes that she doesn't understand art, she has no literary talent, and she followed the poor jingle man, what kind of artist is that man? It's nothing more than a little calligraphy teacher.

The heart that can't be obtained is in turmoil, and the old man's heart has been in turmoil for decades, and the neighbors around him all say that they have no artistic talent, so they do business, they know a fart, Lao Tzu will surprise them sooner or later, don't die early, you have to wait to see Lao Tzu pretend to succeed.

Zhao Mingyang looked at the old man's enjoyment, what kind of UFO is it, just a circle, or he doesn't know what to draw, so he draws a circle casually.

Many people think it's shameful to pretend to be forced, but in fact, most people want to pretend to be forced, but it's just a matter of pretending not to pretend.

Danqing, a master of contemporary painting, said: "There used to be a lot of adjectives about artists, and in recent years, they have been talking about pretending, I think the word pretending is very good, I have loved pretending since I was a child, but I pretended." ”

It can be seen from this that pretending to be forced is not shameful, it is nothing more than admitting it or not, pretending not to be able to get it, the ultimate goal of human beings is nothing more than pretending to be forced, and the kind of coolness of pretending to be forced is above any satisfaction, and the kind of coolness of the unity of mind and mind can really only be experienced by people who pretend to be successful.

It's cool to be temporary, and it's always cool to pretend to be cool, this is the joy of life.

The so-called maverick, the so-called different, is nothing more than one thing: I am different from you, if you don't understand, you are LOW, and if you understand, you will desperately praise me.

Zhao Mingyang loves to pretend, and the old man also loves to pretend, isn't this a coincidence, the same is pretending to be forced, why should we have met before, today, Zhao Mingyang is going to let the old man complete a perfect pretend.

"What masters, artists, they are all fame-seeking, I don't care about these false names." The old man waved his hand and said.

If he hadn't known about the deeds of this old man in his previous life, Zhao Mingyang would have really believed it.

"Old man, you're right, how can you care about these false names, unlike one of our customers who spent money for us to help operate, and you have to be a well-known artist, you don't care about this, it's very admirable." After Zhao Mingyang finished speaking, he looked at the old man, he wanted to see what it means to slap his face and demonstrate it live.

As soon as the old man heard Zhao Mingyang's words, he opened his mouth and didn't make a sound, walked to the coffee table in the courtyard and picked up a teapot and drank water, this courtyard is not big, only about twenty square meters, just enough to set a table, a coffee table and two chairs, there is a big tree in the courtyard, and the house is about to be wrapped.

"What do you do, boy." The old man still didn't hold back, and finally asked.

Zhao Mingyang was waiting for him, this old man is a rich man.

In the early years, to be precise, this old man did business a few decades ago, he was the first batch of fallen masters, his children were abroad, and now he is the only one living here, not going anywhere, showing off for people, going out to wander around and asking him what he does, he always calls himself a painter.

He also spent money and invited reporters to interview him, but the response was average, and there was no splash, which made him very depressed.

"Hello old man, I am the marketing manager of Empty Bottle Media, this is my business card, our company's business scope is mainly to help the world's top 500 companies do operations, help some celebrities do operations, etc., we do the most in the entertainment industry, simply put, we can quickly make a thing a household name, everyone knows." Zhao Mingyang took out his business card and gave it to the old man.

The old man glanced at the business card, good guy, this business card is compelling, and he has to get one like this.

"Do you have time? Just come over for a cup of tea if you're fine. ”

"It's okay, I just finished the project, so I'm welcome." Zhao Mingyang sat on the wooden chair and took the tea handed by the old man, he was waiting, what did this old guy think Zhao Mingyang is door clear, he wanted to pretend to be forced, and he was the kind of person who could take out the money to pretend to be forced.