Sujia Village.

"If you have something to do, go get busy, I'll go back first."

Seeing Su Qing calling, Su Youfu bent his waist and went home with his hands behind his back.

"Thank you, Grandpa Youfu, you always walk slowly."

Su Qing put away the approval slip, said hello and sat back in the car.

"Hey, who's that?"

Connect the phone.

"Hello, is it Mr. Su Qingsu?"

On the phone, a slightly old but loud voice rang out.

His Mandarin is extremely non-standard, with a strong local dialect accent.

A name popped up in Su Qing's mind, Wang Jingui, the richest man in Linjiang County.

"I'm Su Qing, Mr. doesn't dare to be, may I ask who you are?"

Su Qing replied calmly.

"Old man Wang Jingui, presumably your uncle has already told you about me."

"I take the liberty of interrupting, I want to ask Mr. to help me draw a picture, I don't know what Mr. Su thinks?"

Sure enough, it was Wang Jingui calling.

It's just that the other party's attitude was beyond Su Qing's expectations.

It was not aggressive, but a negotiable tone.

"This.... My painting skills are average, I really don't dare to show ugliness, Mr. Wang might as well ask another master. ”

Although the other party had a good attitude, Su Qing was not short of money to spend, so he politely refused.

"Hey, Mr. Su is humble, your cousin, oh, Su Zihan is your cousin, right?"

"The old man who posted Douyin has seen it, and that painting is really very expressive and far-reaching."

"The old man has seen some of the world, and he has never seen such a clever painting technique."

"Only then did everything possible to find Mr. Su, and cheekily begged Mr. to help the old man paint a picture."

"If Mr. Su has any concerns, you might as well say it directly."

"If it's a problem with the pen fee, Mr. Su will offer the price."

"The old man has nothing else, he is so poor that he only has money left."

Seeing Su Qing refuse, Wang Jingui hurriedly persuaded him.

"What money is not money, can art be measured by money?"

"I paint art, and art is priceless, you know?"

Su Qing sneered and refused, this soft and prickly word made him very unhappy!

"A million!"

Wang Jingui spat out three words.

"You don't want to stain your art with the smell of copper."

It's only a million, don't you look down on me?

"Three million!"

Wang Jingui didn't speak, and added another two million.

"We don't talk more than half a sentence, I don't have a common language with you."

Is my painting worth a mere three million?

"Five million!"

Wang Jingui continued to increase the weight.

"What kind of painting does Mr. Wang like, I am good at drawing, Chinese painting, gouache painting, oil painting, watercolor painting, printmaking..."

Feeling the other party's imperative intention, Su Qing changed his mind and agreed.

One is that the other party gave a lot of money, and the other is that he suddenly changed his mind.

Although there is still a ton of gold in the carry-on space, Su Qing will not be too much money.

It takes half a day to paint a painting at most, and 5 million will be in hand, which is a very good deal!

Just now, he suddenly thought that he had to have a career on the surface, and it was also a channel to make money.

Otherwise, if you sit at home and don't work but don't lack money to spend, then the fool knows that there is a problem.

At the moment, the identity of the master of Chinese painting is very good.

Besides, people like Wang Jingui will not give up easily, so it is better to see the move.

"Refreshing! Where is Mr. Su, I will send someone to pick you up, and we will sit down and talk face-to-face. ”

Wang Jingui smiled heartily, the problems that can be solved with money are not all problems.

"I'm in my hometown now, and I'm going to go to the township government to apply for the renovation of the house."

"Let's go another day, I'll make a special trip to visit Mr. Wang another day."

Su Qing's heart moved, if I remember correctly, Wang Jingui opened a construction company.

"Oh? Mr. Su is ready to build a house? Isn't that a coincidence? ”

"The old man has been working in construction for most of his life, and he still has some ability."

"If Mr. Su can trust me, this matter will be handed over to the old man."

Wang Jingui knew the meaning of the song and understood the meaning of Su Qing's words.

"This.... Won't it be too troublesome for Mr. Wang? ”

Su Qing pretended to hesitate.

"No trouble, no trouble, no trouble, a trivial matter."

Applying for a building permit and building a house is nothing to Wang Jingui at all.

"Then it's troublesome Mr. Wang, I'll go back to the county to visit Mr. Wang now."

That being the case, Su Qing no longer shirked and resolved the matter as soon as possible.

"Haha, the old man is waiting for Mr. Su."

Wang Jingui was naturally happy, and the two hung up the phone after chatting a few words.

Su Qing started the car and drove away from Sujia Village to the county seat.

Twenty minutes later, I came to the most upscale villa community in the county, Xiangshan Tingquan.

The location here is better than Xiangshan Listening to the rain, and the price is more expensive, all of which are single-family villas.

Before, Su Qing wanted to buy a villa to live in, but later heard that it had been sold out a long time ago, so he gave up.

Villa No. 8 is the home of the richest man Wang Jingui, covering an area of thousands of square meters and decorated extremely luxuriously.

"Mr. Su is so young? It's a rarity. ”

Seeing Su Qing, Wang Jingui was surprised and invited him to the living room to drink tea together.

"Mr. Wang, take the liberty of disturbing me."

Su Qing greeted the other party neither humbly nor arrogantly, and looked at Wang Jingui.

He looked to be in his sixties, short, thin, energetic, and red-faced.

Walking on the road, he looks like an ordinary old man.

No one would have thought that he would be the richest man with a net worth of 10 billion.

"Come on, come on, Mr. Su, please have tea."

"Mr. Wang, please!"

Wang Jingui made a pot of tea with his own hands, and the two chatted while drinking tea.

Speaking of inviting Su Qing to come over to paint this time, Wang Jingui sighed: "The old man is old, and he has fallen in love with art in recent years, especially our Chinese painting, which is something I can't put down." ”

"It's just that I've never seen such a vivid painting painted by Mr. Su."

"Even if the old man is just a layman, he can feel the strong artistic conception contained in the painting, which is so shocking."

"The old man can't wait to see your paintings, can I watch your creation process live?"

"Mr. Su rest assured, the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone have already been prepared, just waiting for Mr. Su to show his skills."

After that, Wang Jingui's eyes when he looked at Su Qing revealed a hint of expectation.

"Yes, this painting was created especially for you, and you have the right to look at it."

Su Qing nodded, not refusing his bystanding.

The two came to the study on the second floor, where pens, ink, paper and inkstones were ready.

However, the several high-definition cameras set up in front of the desk made Su Qing frown.

"Mr. Su, forgive me, the old man is ready to record Mr. Su's creative process and observe it from time to time."

"If Mr. Su doesn't like it, the old man will remove it."

Wang Jingui explained, and Su Qing felt that he was not telling the truth.

Perhaps, what kind of conspiracy did he have?

Sure enough, there is nothing simple about the capitalists.

What like art, bullshit!

"It's okay, Mr. Wang is happy, I don't mind."

Su Qing thought about it and did not object.

See the tricks, see what medicine you sell in the gourd!

He is not afraid of conspiracy and calculation, and he will understand it if he drops ten times.