Farmers have children to raise

Chapter 552 Men's Vanity
Rong Zheng took the business card and looked at it. He knew all the words, but he didn't understand, so he turned to his father-in-law.

Professor Shen explained to him, "Xiao Chu's gallery deals in calligraphy and paintings, selling and collecting them. He wants to sell your paintings in his store..."

Rong Zheng nodded, understanding what this person wanted to cooperate with him.

When you have nothing to do, can you still sell your time-killing graffiti?

Well, this time I won't be selling myself, I'm going to be a showman instead.

"Draw a few more pictures, and then I will design a themed exhibition for you and invite some people in the industry. With your strength, your age, and your appearance that is not inferior to a star, you will definitely become famous in one fell swoop..." called Xiao Chu The young man looked at Rong Zheng as if he was looking at a cornucopia, which could dig out endless ingots.

Professor Shen hurriedly interrupted, "Xiao Chu, Xiao Chu, you are mistaken, Ah Zheng is just painting for fun, and he is not going to sell it for money."

"Not for sale?" Xiao Chu subconsciously didn't understand, "Why? Although Mr. Rong is young, Mr. Yao and my master just said that his painting skills have already reached the level of a master. After my promotion and packaging, Mr. Rong is a new star in the painting world, and the value of the painting will be immeasurable."

"It's up to you to say, I don't know how his paintings are." Professor Shen said.

"Then why don't you agree? You think my apprentice is fooling you. Since he said so much, he will naturally do it. If he dares to play tricks in front of the elders, I can break his legs." One of them grew a beard. The old man is also Xiao Chu's master.

"It's not a question of being fooled or not." Professor Shen said, "Why is it so hard to talk to you? What are the new stars in the industry? What is the value of immeasurable? The whole word is vulgar! We do not paint to become painters, nor to sell money……"

"What is that for?" The three asked in unison.

"Interesting." Professor Shen looked hopelessly vulgar to all of you, "If you lack money, those antiques you keep can't be sold."

"Old Shen, that's not what you said. If interest can also reflect value, it's not the best of both worlds. It's not our vulgarity. It's because you haven't turned your head around. How can the value of paintings be reflected in the market? Not coming out." Mr. Yao said.

"You are obviously trying to bury the child's talent. You said just now that he is not only good at painting, but also proficient in everything, right?" Xiao Chu's master stroked his beard and said inscrutably, "In my opinion, You are not lofty at all, you are obviously afraid that your son-in-law will become famous and run away, you are holding on to the treasure, and you dare not take it out for fear of causing covetous feelings. We understand, but you should also consider other people's children and ask for their opinions .”

"You two old bastards deliberately ran on me, didn't you?" Professor Shen stared angrily, "I'm so idle, don't I feel uncomfortable when you say I'll show you some calligraphy and painting? Isn't it Ah Zheng? People like that, Ah Zheng, tell them that we don’t sell calligraphy and paintings, and I framed all the paintings you drew for you. If you want others to see them, I can also hold a personal exhibition for you or something. ..."

"Where are there?" Xiao Chu immediately regained his energy when he heard the words, his eyes were like searchlights, and he started to shoot everywhere in the study.

Professor Shen sullenly said, "Nowhere."

"Dad, I think I can agree to his proposal. Those paintings are also kept at home, and I have nothing to do. In my spare time, I just write, draw or something. They will only take up space wherever they are piled up." Rong Zheng said .

"It doesn't take up space." Professor Shen hurriedly said, "I have already found someone to open up the two rooms at the far end of the second floor for you, and I am going to convert it into a study and studio for you..." Thinking of something, I looked up at him, " However, if you think about it, it's not impossible, I just, I just think, you don't need to think about other things, you know our family's situation, and you can live the life you want. "

"I have been friends for so many years, and I just found out today that it makes me feel ashamed to feel sorry for my son-in-law." Xiao Chu's master sighed.

"If I have such a talented and outstanding son-in-law, I will love him more than him." Mr. Yao said, "If such a handsome person enters the entertainment circle, he will definitely be popular."

"It's so easy to be famous if you're talented and handsome." Xiao Chu seemed to have a plan in his eyes.

Rong Zheng agreed to cooperate. As for cooperation matters, as an outsider, he knew almost nothing. It can be said that he knew nothing except painting.

He didn't understand, but Professor Shen understood. He had been in the collection industry all along, so he took the initiative to undertake the follow-up work of the cooperation and played the role of agent.

It's really a family business, and it's the only serious thing he's done since retirement.

He is the one who disagrees, and he is the one who is most positive.

Regarding promotion, packaging, and exhibitions, he has to personally inquire. The agent is quite professional, responsible, and enthusiastic.

After dinner, Rong Xiaosan'er slipped off the stool, put away the empty bowl on the dining table and put it in the kitchen.

Wang Ma boasted, "You are so sensible, you know how to help adults with work at such a young age."

The curious Professor Shen picked him up and kissed the little guy on the forehead, "San'er is so good, what reward do you want, tell grandpa..."

The noisy kid sitting next to him bit his lower lip and snorted coldly.

After getting off the dining table, everyone went to their own business. Nao Nao walked into the kitchen, looked at the bowls and chopsticks in the sink, was stunned for a while, and walked up to the front. He couldn't even reach the edge of the sink. When he got to the pool, his little face puffed up with a look of frustration.

After standing for a while, sighed, turned and left, walked to the door, accidentally caught sight of the broom next to him, and had an idea on his face.

He clumsily picked up the broom and vigorously swept the kitchen floor.

But the noise after sweeping the floor was not praised or even rewarded by the adults, so he sat on the sofa and gnawed on apples depressed.

Baochun, who saw all this in his eyes, couldn't help but shook his head, left the railing, and pushed open a room on the second floor.

I saw that young prince Rong was standing behind the desk writing with a cigarette in his left hand and a pen in his right.

It was supposed to be a fairy scene, but with the cigarette in his hand, it seemed a little more decadent.

He didn't stop when he saw Baochun, and didn't put down the pen until he finished swiping the brush, and put out the cigarette butt.

"What are you doing in a daze? I don't know your master anymore?" Mr. Rong pulled over the chair, sat down, and put his legs on the table.

Baochun couldn't help sighing, "Don't speak, just looking at it from the outside, I thought it was the master who practiced well, but when he spoke, the image of a bully was undoubtedly revealed."

"If your master succeeds in cultivation, don't cry to death." Rong Zheng pulled him over and sat on his lap.

Baochun didn't have the heart to talk to him, so he told him what the troublesome little friend did just now, "Tell me, these two children, born less than half an hour ago, why is there such a big difference? Brat, ghost spirit, you know how to do superficial work at such a young age, to curry favor with adults, and to do whatever you can to achieve your goals, what will you do when you grow up?"

"There's nothing wrong with it, it's all so crooked, even when you grow up, it won't go anywhere." Rong Zheng played with his daughter-in-law's hand.

"Why aren't you worried at all?" Baochun snorted, "That's right, why are you worried, no matter how crooked the child is, he won't be as crooked as his father."

Rong Zheng didn't seem to hear the sarcasm in the words, "What's wrong with being the same as his father? No matter how bad his father is, he's still a wife and child."

"If you talk about making trouble with that child, it's even more worrying. If you finish the work silently, no one will pay attention to it, and you won't get any rewards. Why is she still angry?" Baochun sighed, "Silly girl, but I'm so worried, it's not like being fooled around when I grow up, the smart ones are too fine, the stupid ones are too stupid, it would be nice if this was evened out."

"No need." Rong Zheng said.

"No need for anything?" Baochun turned his head.

"I think this is very good." Rong Zheng said.

Baochun rolled his eyes at him, "There was never a time when you thought they were bad, and it was a waste of my words."

Rong Zheng said, "If you feel bad, why didn't you remind her? Didn't you teach Rong Xiaosan, that opportunistic brat?"

"I..." Baochun faltered for a long time, "I don't want to talk to them."

Rong Zheng smiled and said nothing, then sighed to himself.

Baochun pinched someone's smooth and overly smooth face, "Just now I heard from the old man that someone's gallery has taken a fancy to your paintings and wants to cooperate with you. This is what you promised yourself. Why does it seem that you are not in a good mood?"

Rong Zheng pulled down her insignificant hand and imprisoned her, "These were all your old man's mediocre pastimes in the past, but now it's good, but it's the only good thing your old man can show. , You think you can be happy? You have become a sour scholar who I have always despised." He snorted self-deprecatingly.

When Baochun heard this, he laughed out of joy, "Sour scholar, is that just you?"

Rong Zheng looked at her angrily.

"If you don't want to do it, don't do it."

"It's not that I don't want to do it. I put the paintings wherever I put them. I just didn't expect to sell them one day. I used to paint them and just throw them in the trash. I just found out today that they weren't thrown away at all. They were all taken away by my father-in-law." The adults put it away."

"Why hasn't this old man changed his habit of rummaging through the trash can? He used to always like to rummage through my trash can, pick up my used books and exercise books, straighten them, put them away, and now there is a big cabinet , from childhood to adulthood, the pictures you drew and the words you wrote will naturally not be lost to you."

"Father-in-law is actually a very careful person."

"Surgeons are very careful, and so am I."

Rong Zheng hummed.

"You don't need to droop your face." Baochun said, "Actually, here, people like you are called artists and are very respected. In Dayong, they rely on their fists. Whoever has a hard fist is superior to others." , in times of peace, intellectual art is the most important, the most revered and loved."

"Really?" Rong Zheng blinked, feeling inexplicably high.

"It's more real than gold." Baochun nodded exaggeratedly, "If people go out and ask what my master does, or what our children's father does, and tell them that he is a painter and calligrapher, they must be envious... "

Rong Zheng's depression was swept away, his eyes sparkled, he pulled his wife over, and shut his mouth, "Since the master has given you face so much, shouldn't you repay your master well?"

Get up, pick up the person and go to the bedroom.

(End of this chapter)