Go back to the past and be a schoolboy

Chapter 122
In the evening, most of the people in the exhibition room dispersed, and only a few people remained in the huge room.

Glancing at the clock on the wall, Yan Facai had already figured out how to spend the bonus.

"My old lady's back is always hunched. It's been raining a lot recently, and she's always complaining about her back pain. It's really worrying. I'll take her to a big hospital in a while and see what the doctors say."

"You can also put on a single dress for the mother-in-law. How long has it been summer? The mother-in-law is still wearing out-of-season clothes. Whenever she asks her to add clothes, she will turn my face against me. I can't stop talking about it. Alas, if you follow me in this life, you will suffer. what."

"The girls in the family are not too young. I heard that thanks to Professor Cheng, the girls will be able to go to college this year. Now I have to bite my teeth and supply the girls. They say that the girls don't have to go to school. Just find a good husband's family, I think the backing will fall, and everyone will run away, only yourself is the most reliable."

Before he could finish his calculations, his men pushed me, I pushed you, and surrounded each other.

Yan Facai, who was leaning against the wall, saw these guys surrounding him and asked, "What's the matter, you haven't finished get off work yet, why don't you work hard and surround yourself?"

The subordinates looked at each other, gave up their positions to the leader, and said with a smile: "Boss Yan, you are so majestic today, I think those gentlemen are all shocked by you, brothers have no other intentions, just Wanted to come and see you."

They are all my subordinates who have been with me for many years. I still don’t know what kind of urine they are, so I said angrily: "Zhang Mazi, as soon as you poke your butt, I know what shit you are going to do. Tell me quickly, is it your stomach? The wine worms in it started spinning again?"

Seeing this, Zhang Mazi no longer concealed it, and said with a cheeky smile: "The boss has sharp eyes, just like the storyteller said, he is the reincarnation of Sun Houzi, which is really amazing. In fact, it's not just me who is addicted to alcohol, but also Dahai, Qiangzi, Lao Huang"

Good guy, he betrayed his teammates in front of the boss, Zhang Mazi has never slipped his lips like this again.

If the vision can be materialized, every time he says a word, a hole will be poked in the back.

Before he could finish his sentence, Yan Facai threw a small bag of change over him and told him to shut up. If he continued, the team would be dispersed, and he, the boss, would become a bare-bones commander.

"There's not much money, just two bottles of wine and a few side dishes. You can drink it yourself, and I won't go. Remember, you are not allowed to drink during work, and you are not allowed to delay the next day's affairs, otherwise don't blame me for this Be the big brother's face!"

Seeing such a result, the subordinates burst into cheers, causing the visitors who hadn't left the exhibition to look sideways and guess what happened here.

As for why they are so happy, on the one hand, they got drinking money from the boss, and on the other hand, the boss didn't participate in their party activities, so they played without any scruples and had more fun.

A party where the boss participates is not entertainment, but another form of work.

Speaking of Yan Fa Cai, looking at the backs of his subordinates going away, his heart is also bleeding secretly. The private money he saved with great difficulty is just gone. When he can save so much next time, I don’t know how much more he will spend. long time.

But as the boss, he doesn't share some soup when eating meat, so why should he follow him.

"M, it's easy to eat shit and hard to make money, if there is another thief, let me catch it."

Before he finished speaking, Yan Facai suddenly noticed a figure coming in from the backyard. He was very familiar. He took a closer look, wasn't it the thief who was caught just now, why did he come out swaggeringly?
He just threw away his private money, and now the bonus is about to fly away, how can Yan Facai accept it.

Spit into the palm of his hand, rubbing his hands together to increase friction, Yan Facai quietly touched behind Wan Laiming, and when the distance was enough, the other party didn't notice, so he stepped forward decisively and it was a tiger pounce.

"Little bastard, you are quite capable. I locked you up tightly, but you can still escape. Wait, this time I won't tie you up tightly and let you slip away. I won't be named Yan." !"

Wan Laiming's heart was jumping with joy, he was thinking about which painting to start tidying up, never thought that there would be such a picture here, and he was still dazed when he was pinned to the ground.

"No... yes... oh, brother, you made a mistake. I'm really not a thief. I made a mistake."

"Still talking hard, you'll be finished if I don't cure you this time!" Yan Facai was panting, still questioning.

At this time, Cheng Nuo had just come out of the room, and when he closed the door, he noticed this scene, and quickly explained: "Old Yan, there is a misunderstanding here, you have got the wrong person."

After explaining the ins and outs of the matter, the two finally figured out what was going on.

The more he thought about it, the more he blamed himself, Yan Facai slapped himself directly, took Wan Laiming's hand and said directly: "Well, Brother Wan, you can hit me to vent your anger. Brother, I am really sorry for you. It's really not meaningful for you to look bad in front of so many people."

Wan Laiming was originally a simple-minded person, and now that he is relatively young, it can be seen that the other party is sincerely apologizing, so he really wants to beat him up again: "Brother Yan, there is really no need to do this, as long as the misunderstanding is resolved. , we have to work together in the future, I am a newcomer, and I will ask for your help in the future."

Yan Facai also has his own bottom line: "No, if you don't hit me, I will feel bad."

Seeing that the two were about to fall into a stalemate again, Cheng Nuo hurriedly stepped forward to persuade him, dispelled Yan Facai's insistence, and let the story pass by at the cost of a meal.

Even so, Yan Facai's face was not very pretty, he smiled like he was crying.

This is good, the bonus is gone, it's fine, the private money is gone, and there is a meal, it seems that the grade can't be too low, thinking about it makes people want to cry.

Of course, Cheng Nuo didn't know the real reason for his discomfort, but considering that his subordinates had a good intention, it was not appropriate to ask them to pay them a sum of money, so he simply said, "You will have a bonus, as long as you do the security work well Alright. Let's go, I've invited you to this meal, and it's a classmate's induction banquet."

Hearing this, Yan Facai's face overflowed with joy, and his mouth was almost grinning behind his ears: "Mr. Cheng, you just watch it, I won't put a fly in it, I will definitely do it for you Beautiful!"

If it's just a reward, you may not be so happy, but if you lose the money and get it back, don't feel too comfortable.

Afterwards, things went much smoother. With the efforts of Yan Facai and others, the merchandise exhibition was successfully concluded. In just one week, the number of visitors reached more than [-], and there was no mistake in the process.

Just like that, according to the agreed time, the charity bazaar officially started.

For this auction, Wang Changshuo made a "Picture of Refugees", with his poems attached to the blank space, and even carved a seal for this painting, which was packaged and sold together with the painting. It's never happened before.

As soon as the news was released, it directly caused a sensation in the calligraphy and painting circles of Shanghai. They had unprecedented expectations for this charity bazaar, and even wanted to catch up with the name of this charity bazaar. It is a pity that the distance is far away, so I had to ask a local friend in Shanghai to auction it on my behalf.

In addition, the auction will also include a fan made by Wang Fuan, a scroll of Buddhist scriptures by Li Shutong, and landscape paintings by Huang Binhong, all of which were famous calligraphers and painters at that time and had a large number of fans overseas.

Originally, Qi Baishi was invited to come, but it turned out that he was still trapped in Tianjin, and he was the rescue target of this charity bazaar. He participated in the event in another way. Thinking about it, it was also fate.

In addition to the painting and calligraphy works mentioned above, the bazaar also received other real objects, such as the Chinese men's football team won the championship in the Far East Games a few months ago, and the football played in the final, which also has collection value and has been favored by many people. Welcome, the legend of the Eight Crowns is not something that can be copied casually in any era.

Five hundred oceans, one thousand oceans... five thousand oceans.

As the exhibits continued to be brought out, the auction price also continued to rise, and the atmosphere on the scene continued to climax.

When better exhibits came out later, some people had already emptied their budgets.

"One time for three thousand oceans, sir. Is there any increase in the price? This is Song Huizong's calligraphy work. It is of excellent quality. It is said that a certain court eunuch handed it out from Pu Yi, and it has already been obtained by Mr. Zhang Boju, one of the four great princes." Appreciation, it is absolutely genuine, if you buy it, you will earn money, according to the original owner, if it is not for flood fighting, he is absolutely unwilling to take it out."

If you want to sell things at a good price, in addition to your excellent quality, the narrator must have a good eloquence, be able to tell stories, and give it a different connotation.

Song Huizong's works, produced by the royal family, blessed by Zhang Boju's halo, and he also has the righteousness to fight against the flood. Don't think too much, the purse will not close, and the prices that are usually not dared to be paid will come out one by one.

"Three thousand two hundred yuan!"

"Three thousand five hundred yuan!"

"4000 yuan! 4000 yuan now!"

Seeing the price soaring higher and higher, some people couldn't sit still, stood up and cupped their hands around.

"Masters, let me tell you that my husband is Japanese, and he really likes this calligraphy work of Emperor Huizong of Song Dynasty. He also admires our Chinese culture very much. He is our old friend. I hope you will hold your hands high. We will never forget this kind of friendship. "

Before he finished speaking, he saw the Japanese next to him touch his trouser leg. The man stopped talking immediately, bent down and put his ears in front of the Japanese man. He didn't know what to say, and the man nodded again and again. .

After the Japanese finished giving orders, the man stood up again and said complacently: "My husband just said that anyone who gives up on this work is a good friend of the Japanese, and will give priority to cooperation with Japanese foreign firms in the future. big money

If it was deliberately sabotaged, the Japanese will also remember him, including the organizer. "

As soon as these words came out, it was like stabbing a hornet's nest, causing commotion in the audience, and everyone was cursing.

What "scumbag", "traitor", "little red man", "son of a son of a bitch", etc., are already considered civilized terms.

Seeing this, Cheng Nuo was also very happy. Taking advantage of this moment, he asked him to leave the venue under the banner of his safety.

It's a pity that before leaving, the Japanese was uneasy. He paused at the door, patrolled the venue with fierce eyes, and said bluntly: "The green mountains will not change, and the green water will flow forever. Let's walk and see."

Even though the Japanese are already a naked threat, there are still some people who refuse to give in.

Stretching his neck, Li Tianfu, the president of the Shanghai Flour Union, stood up and bowed his hands to the surroundings: "1000 yuan, plus [-] yuan worth of flour. Our Chinese calligraphy and painting works should stay in our country. You don't need them." Outsiders intervene!"

The Japanese stopped talking, and looked at everyone with flenser-like gazes, only roaring laughter greeted them.

There was no other way but to be "politely" invited out by Cheng Nuo.

Although there was such an unharmonious episode in the middle, it did not affect the auction process of the meeting in the slightest. Peak after peak, after the finale Wu Changshuo's "Refugees" was auctioned, the scene was still very hot.

As a last resort, Cheng Nuo invited Li Shutong, who was watching from the sidelines, over.

"Master, you see that the enthusiasm for the auction here is still undiminished. Could you please take this as the theme and make a work on the spot, which can be regarded as a successful ending for this charity sale?"

Li Shutong thought for a moment, then shook his head: "Mr. Cheng, although I came here this time to support the charity sale, recent miscellaneous affairs have caused disturbances in calligraphy and painting, and calligraphy and painting have lost their creative spirit. It is irresponsible to the benefactors to bring such a work forward. There was nothing I could do."

That's right, this matter was not planned in the first place, and people are willing to come and support, which has already given them enough face, and it is too much to ask for anything else.

"Well, the elephant has no form. There is a blank space in the painting, and there should be a blank space in the bazaar. Let's do it now." Cheng Nuo no longer insisted, and was ready to return to the venue to announce the end.

At this moment, Li Shutong suddenly stopped him, and pushed out the silent apprentice beside him.

"My apprentice has some attainments in painting, and I can completely inherit my mantle in a few years. If possible, why not use his paintings?"

Looking at this young man, Cheng Nuo had some suspicions in his heart, and asked, "That's fine, but I don't know the gentleman's name?"

The young man bowed slightly, and said politely, "My surname is Feng, and my name is Run. See Mr. Cheng."

Hearing the introduction, Cheng Nuo patted his forehead to make sure that the person in front of him was Feng Zikai. He didn't expect that he was so young, probably about the same size as Wan Laiming.

Li Shutong thought that Cheng Nuo had other opinions, so he said specially: "With the masters in front of us leading the way, it is really inappropriate to use Zi Ke's work as the finale. Mr. Cheng can arrange it on his own."

"It's okay, Mr. Feng can do whatever he wants." Cheng Nuo suddenly thought of a way, and said, "But I have a plan, and I need the cooperation of the gentlemen."

Immediately Cheng Nuo told the two of them his idea, and they both nodded in satisfaction, especially Feng Zikai, who couldn't wait to have such a chance to perform at such a young age.

Walking to the venue, under the watchful eyes of everyone, the venue staff put an Eight Immortals table on the rostrum, then spread out the rice paper, polished the ink, and prepared the inkstone and brush.

"Mr. Cheng, what are you up to? Why can't I understand it? Didn't you mean to bring up the finale of the finale?" Relying on his good relationship with Cheng Nuo, he took another photo of Song Huizong. For the work, Li Tianfu was in a very good mood, and he was full of confidence when he asked questions.

"Mr. Li, it's my fault. I never said that there is another finale of the finale. The one you took is one of our finale." Cheng Nuo explained with a smile.

"A sensible person can't speak insanely. If you don't talk about the auction price, just talk about the number of auction places. No matter how you look at it, it's not up to me." Li Tianfu didn't buy that sentence at all, and was still asking curiously.

Seeing that someone took the lead, the people below also asked questions one after another, with the attitude of breaking the casserole and asking the end.

It's a pity that Cheng Nuo and the others had already discussed it in the background, practicing Tai Chi, and refused to say a single useful word.

An impatient person was not happy, and said on the spot: "Mr. Cheng, anyone who thinks you are young will look down on you. He is a fool. You are too slippery. You didn't pay the money anyway. You don't tell the truth. How about this, I don’t want that XX work, and the deposit will be treated as a donation.”

Fortunately, after the pen, ink, paper and inkstone were ready, Li Shutong and Feng Zikai walked up to the stage without too much delay.

Cheng Nuo walked steadily to the front of the stage, cleared his throat and said, "Floods are ruthless and people are merciful. When the people of Zhili were in such a catastrophe, everyone gave their full support and rescued from all directions. This bazaar was a complete success. Auctioned out, or in foreign currency, or in kind, etc., I believe that with the support of this material, the life of our compatriots in the future winter will be better.

Logically speaking, this bazaar can already be declared over, but considering everyone’s enthusiasm and the special significance behind this bazaar, Master Hongyi and Fengrun (Zikai) master and apprentice are specially invited to serve Everyone draws a group photo, what do you think? "

After hearing this, everyone was shocked. The people who can come here to participate in the bazaar are all famous people who have more or less been in contact with cameras. All the family photos are placed at home, and those who have taken group photos There are not a few people. Nowadays, it is very novel to draw a picture in the form of painting.

Li Shutong is fine, everyone has seen his abilities, but facing Feng Zikai, there is no representative work at this time, and everyone is still generally skeptical.

However, considering the good intentions of others, and it is not suitable to make trouble at the moment, they acquiesced to the actions of the three on stage.

Of course, whether it is oil painting or traditional Chinese painting, it is not an easy task to draw portraits of people, so according to Cheng Nuo's arrangement, and in order to show Feng Zikai's specialties, the group photo takes into account the background of traditional Chinese painting, and focuses on comics. The characteristics of the characters can be seen vividly on the paper with a few sketches.

It took about half an hour to draw everyone present, even the surrounding staff, including Yan Facai, Wan Laisheng and others. Everyone was amazed when they saw it.

Although it is a clever work, it is full of heart and novelty.

Seeing such a scene, Li Tianfu was even more satisfied with this auction, and remembered that there were people making a fuss just now, so he became very angry.

"Who was the one who asked to return the order just now? Stand up now. My old Li has taken over the plate. I wish I could buy more works and pass them on to my son in the future."

It is true that you are impatient, but you are not stupid at all. They are all angry words, how can they be taken seriously.

After talking about this for a long time, no one replied, Li Tianfu was so happy.

Under the gaze of the crowd, Li Shutong wrote a poem in the blank space of the "group photo" with pen and paper, announcing the successful completion of the charity bazaar.

I'm here to plant, but my flowers haven't bloomed yet;

Is there no beauty here, and it will be left to future generations.

(End of this chapter)