To be honest, Zhao Yuan doesn't understand the quality of paper, ink, and inkstone, but it doesn't matter, he has a puppeteer.

After the puppeteer's scanning and inspection, he determined that the paper, ink, and inkstone that the boss took out this time were indeed good products, and they were also the best things in this calligraphy and painting shop. In particular, the inkstone is still carefully carved by a special inkstone master, with exquisite shape and great artistic atmosphere.

The things are good, and the price is naturally not cheap, but this is not a problem at all for Zhao Yuan, who just made three billion.

After swiping the card to pay, Zhao Yuan made a request: "Can I borrow your table for it?"

"Are you going to paint?" asked the boss.

Zhao Yuan nodded.

"No problem. The boss agreed, personally helped Zhao Yuan, vacated the things on the big table, and moved enough space for him.

Seeing that he was about to paint, several people next to him cast curious glances at him, and even the person who was painting stopped his pen to see what this young man wanted to paint with such precious paper and ink, and what he could paint.

The bone girl parked the car at this time and walked into the calligraphy and painting shop.

Zhao Yuan raised his hand and pointed to the paper, ink, and inkstone on the table, and ordered: "Lay the paper, study the ink." ”

"Yes. The bone girl answered, stepped forward, and helped Zhao Yuan with his preparations.

When the bone girl was alive, she was a military general of Dongying Ji. At that time, Dongying admired Chinese civilization very much, and the ministers at the upper level were all chanting Tang and Song poems and writing Chinese characters.

And calligraphy and painting are also essential skills for the upper class ministers.

Although the bone girl was a military general, in order to be able to integrate into the upper class society at that time, she also invited a famous teacher and learned calligraphy and painting skills. Although many of its memories of life have been forgotten, these skills, like martial arts, have long been deeply rooted in its bones.

Therefore, it is very familiar with the things of laying paper and grinding ink, and a series of actions are made at this moment, which is not only smooth, but also has an ancient style, which makes people shine and feels quite beautiful.

"This girl is good!"

"Looking at her action of laying paper and grinding ink, you know that her attainments in calligraphy and painting are not low!"

"Red sleeves add fragrance, plain hands to grind ink, it is simply the highest level pursued by my generation! This kid is really enviable!"

In addition to envy, people were also aroused by their curiosity, and they all felt that Zhao Yuan was so good at posing music, and his painting skills must not be bad!

Taking advantage of people's inattention, Zhao Yuan took out the dragon blood rune pen.

In the eyes of ordinary people, this pen has nothing special except for being fancy.

After the bone girl finished grinding the ink, Zhao Yuan lifted the pen, dipped it in a full amount of ink, and drew the pen with a wandering dragon.

White paper and black ink, like yin and yang, are born with a special charm.

Zhao Yuan painted quickly, and finished painting in just a few minutes, and put the dragon blood talisman pen into the clear water to wash it.

"So fast?!"

The owner and the customers in the store were surprised by Zhao Yuan's speed and gathered around to see what he had drawn.

This look is a big disappointment for them.

"What is this drawing?

"I thought that this kid was a precious paper and ink, and a beautiful woman, so he could really paint something rare. Unexpectedly, it was just a few strokes of dancing on the paper. My grandson's graffiti is better than this!"

"Dare to love this kid is a pretending to be a coercion! It's a pity that you don't have real skills, so you can only overturn the coercion. ”

Although people didn't say anything, they complained mercilessly in their hearts.

It's just that in this painting by Zhao Yuan, there is nothing except a seemingly indiscriminate ink ball.

This can also be called a painting? What a joke!

Even the boss couldn't help but complain in his heart: "To draw such a **** thing, you still have to use precious paper and ink, and let beautiful women serve you, it's just a tyrannical thing!"

Zhao Yuan saw the disdainful expressions on the faces of these people, but he didn't take it to heart, but smiled at the corner of his mouth, with a very appreciative expression, and said with satisfaction: "Well, the painting is good." ”

Everyone rolled their eyes in unison, and they all complained in their hearts: "That's not bad? Damn, are you blind, or are you too thick-skinned and shameless? Do you know what it means to make a good painting? Have you ever seen a really good painting?"

The boss is also a person who has no discipline, and he smiled and continued: "Since you think it is good, do you want to frame it? ”

Zhao Yuan shook his head and refused: "No need, I'm in a hurry." ”

It takes time to mount a painting, and the better and more delicate the mounting, the more time it takes. At this moment, it was almost twelve o'clock at noon, and Zhao Yuan had to rush to attend Grandpa Wu's birthday ceremony, but he didn't have time to waste here.

Of course, the painting is not framed, and it does not seem atmospheric enough. Zhao Yuan gently lifted the painting from the table and sighed: "That's it, anyway, I used this painting to give it away, let them frame it by themselves when the time comes." ”

The people in the store were shocked again.

Are you embarrassed to give away such a rotten painting? Aren't you afraid that others will beat you up when they see it?

Zhao Yuan strode away with the painting.

Seeing him leave, the person who had painted before pointed to the boss and complained: "Lao Liu, what do you think? Such a bad painting still has to be framed." ”

The boss replied, "I'm a businessman, so of course I'm going to take the opportunity to make money." It's a pity that the kid refused the proposal to mount the painting, otherwise, with his local tyrant energy to buy paper, ink, and inkstone, the mounting would definitely make me a lot of money. ”

He refused, indicating that he was still a little self-aware and knew that his paintings were terrible. Another said.

Although their voices behind them were small, Zhao Yuan heard them clearly.

Even Zhao Mei couldn't understand people's words, but she guessed what they meant from the disgusted expressions of these people: "Dad, these people seem to be disgusted with your paintings." ”

"That's because they don't know the goods. Zhao Yuan replied with a smile in ghost language, "This painting is only a half-finished product, and the last and most critical step has not yet been completed." It doesn't look great now, but when the last step is complete, it will change dramatically!"

"Really, what is the change?" Zhao Mei became interested and asked curiously. Even the bone girl's eyes flashed with a bit of curiosity.

Zhao Yuan sold Guanzi: "Keep it secret." At the same time, he opened the ring and put the painting into the ring space while the ink was still dry.

Items in the receiving ring space will remain in the same state as they were when they were placed. In other words, no matter how long the painting is placed in the receiving space, as long as it is not taken out, the ink on it will not dry.

This is critical, because if the ink dries, the last step will be greatly reduced.

(End of chapter)