Boss, if you are the one

Chapter 399

Xuan Mozheng glanced at him: "Didn't you get blackmailed?"

Fran was a little embarrassed, and scratched his head: "Dear Xuan, I have skills anyway, how could I be blackmailed?"

Does she look down on him too much?
"You—" Fran was a little speechless, and turned to look at the stall owner. He was a young man with a small stall, and there were some shops selling other things beside him.That person painted on the spot, painting landscape paintings.There are also some hanging on the side.At this time, he was looking at Xuan Mozheng with his arms crossed.And on the table in front of him, there was a two-foot ink painting. The painting was not bad, but, thirty thousand?Who does this person think he is?

Zhang Daqian or Qi Baishi?

"Do you want to buy this?" This guy is a good painter, but thirty thousand?Not worth it.The most important thing is that the character is not good.

"I think it looks good." Fran nodded and added, "I just can't swipe the card, why don't you pay for me first?"

Thirty thousand ink paintings?

Xuan Mozheng rolled his eyes in his heart, cooperating with this young master didn't feel expensive at all, but because the other party couldn't swipe his card here?She nodded to show she understood, and turned to look at the young man.

"Sir, isn't that how you do art? At your level, for a painting like yours, you can charge a few hundred yuan. If you see someone is a foreigner, you can charge [-] yuan. Are you guilty?" After all, she wanted to protect the face of the Chinese people. She spoke the dialect of S City.

The painter was also a young man, and when he heard Xuan Mozheng say this, he blushed for a while, but immediately became confident again: "Miss, you are also Chinese, why do you care so much? It's none of your business."

"It's because I'm Chinese that I can't see you doing business like this."

"..." The man looked at Xuan Mozheng with a very dissatisfied expression: "I've said it all, it's none of your business. People are willing to pay, so why do you meddle in my own business?"

"Mister, believe it or not, I'm calling people from the Industrial and Commercial Bureau over here?" Xuan Mozheng became very popular, why didn't he stay in China for a few years, and there are still people like this?Slaughtering foreigners when they see them?

"Xuan?" Fran couldn't understand the dialect of City S, but looking at Xuan Mozheng's appearance, she also knew that she seemed unhappy: "What's wrong? What happened?"

"You're welcome." The young man said with an unrepentant attitude: "Art is priceless, this lady probably hasn't heard of it? Look at Qi Baishi, Zhang Daqian, which painting is not worth tens of millions or even hundreds of millions? If you don’t understand, don’t talk nonsense here, okay?”

Xuan Mozheng wanted to talk about this just now, and now he was not angry when he heard the other party mention the names of these two people, but now he became angry.The depression she got from Ying Juantian before made her look at Xiaonian.

"Priceless art means that a painting sells for [-] yuan? Don't say [-] yuan for your painting. [-] yuan is not worth it." Zhang Daqian, Qi Baishi, how dare he say this?
"Miss, don't talk nonsense, keep the money, I have the final say on whether it's worth it or not." The young man refused to admit his mistake.Xuan Mozheng took a deep breath, feeling the urge to beat up the young man, turned around and glanced at Fran: "Do you like this very much?"

Fran nodded, Xuan Mozheng smiled, turned around and glanced at the young man: "You said your painting is worth [-] yuan, why?"

"Miss, I'm a top student in the Academy of Fine Arts." There was a lot of commotion here, although the Chinese New Year was coming soon, there were quite a lot of people here in the Town God's Temple.Many people crowded over when they saw Xuan Mozheng arguing with the young man.Xuan Mozheng stopped speaking dialect and spoke Mandarin directly.

"A top student in the Academy of Fine Arts? Amazing?" Xuan Mozheng nodded, clasping his arms around his chest: "I think the teachers of the Academy of Fine Arts will probably be pissed off if they see their students like this."

"What do you mean? You have the ability to come here. I said that art is priceless, priceless, do you understand? If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense. Keep the money and take the paintings away." The young man was ignorant people.With an aggressive attitude, Xuan Mozheng nodded, ignoring the many people watching: "Okay. I'll come if I come."

She walked into the shop a few steps, signaled the young man to back away, and stood behind the table. The young man thought she was joking, stepped aside, and said with an attitude of watching the show: "Miss, don't mess around. I Let me tell you. My grades in the Academy of Fine Arts are also among the best. It is polite to accept him only [-]."

Xuan Mozheng really doesn't want to pay attention to this person, even if the painting is really good, it is not worth [-] yuan in her opinion. Think about the oil painting village, there are so many painters, among them there are so many talents, how can there be someone like him?
"Miss--"

"Shut up." After interrupting the young man's words, she picked up the writing brush on the table and tapped some ink. Instead of doing anything, she looked at the rice paper in front of her and remained silent. She hadn't picked up a brush for some years.Painting is something that needs to be practiced frequently.She's not particularly righteous.But Xiaonianqing's attitude made her very upset, very upset, and whenever she was upset, she wanted to draw a stunning, powerful one, and suppress Xiaonianqing's painting.

After thinking about it, I spread out the rice paper and thought about the current season.She picked up the brush and closed her eyes. The young man thought she was pretending and laughed, while Fran stared wide-eyed. Although he didn't quite understand what happened, looking at Xuan Mozheng's posture, it was really interesting. enough?
Not only him, several girls crowded into the store, and two of them took out their mobile phones and took pictures of Xuan Mozheng.She was busy thinking, but she didn't notice it, and even if she found it, she didn't pay attention.Another young man saw Xuan Mozheng painting, so he took a video.

Xuan Mozheng figured it out, and wrote.That young man lives on this, and he has a complete set of tools.Xuan Mozheng looked at the inkstone, brush and ink, and cinnabar in front of him.I already have a picture in my heart.She remembered that when she was a little chubby girl, she went to see Xue once with Ying Juantian.

The snow of that year and the red plums in the snow are all memories she will never forget in her life.When I have a picture in my heart, I don’t stop brushing. I change the brush several times in the middle, write, brush, ink, and dye cinnabar.All in one go.After finishing the painting, Fran's eyes widened, and the young man also looked at her in shock.

Xuan Mozheng painted a picture of proud snow and cold plum blossoms.In the cold winter and the twelfth lunar month, the red plums stand proudly on the branches, the plum trees have bones, and the plum blossoms are delicate. I dare not say that I am a first-class master of Chinese painting, but the artistic conception, brushwork, and momentum expressed by the painting are all very good.

"Oh my God. Xuan——" Fran looked at Xuan Mozheng with admiration: "You are amazing. You are really amazing. Xuan, I'm going to start worshiping you."

Xuan Mozheng was the last to write. She didn't carry a seal on her body, but followed the artist's habit and signed in the corner.Receive the pen.After looking at the painting for the last time, I felt somewhat relieved. Fortunately, fortunately, I didn't lose face to my master.Turning to look at the dumbfounded young man: "Do you still think your paintings are worth [-] yuan?"

The young man's face turned red: "You, are you also from the Academy of Fine Arts?"

impossible?If it's from the Academy of Fine Arts, why hasn't he heard or seen it?Judging by her age, she is about the same age as me.

"No. I'm from F." Xuan Mozheng turned to look at Fran, instead of rolling up the painting, he waited for the ink on it to dry: "Fran, if you like Chinese paintings, this is for you."

"Xuan. You are amazing. I love you." Frank couldn't restrain his inner impulse, and stepped forward to give her a hug.I was so excited, I even hugged her around in a circle.Xuan Mozheng blushed a little, motioning for him to let go.The young man over there looked dumbfounded at the painting.

"Are you kidding me?" The young man didn't believe it, he hadn't recovered from the shock yet: "Aren't you from the Academy of Fine Arts to draw like this?"

Just those skills, the painting skills she used between starting and ending.Who would believe that she is not from the Academy of Fine Arts? When did the Department of Fine Arts of F University overwhelm the Academy of Fine Arts?impossible.

This is to admit that she draws better than him?Xuan Mozheng smiled: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to lie to you. I'm really not from the Academy of Fine Arts, but I have been under Mr. Zhang Chongyuan's school since I was four years old. I have learned a little from him."

The Xuan family is a scholarly disciple, and Xuan Yaozu's parents had also won Juren.In the generation of Xuan Yaozu, the grandma of the Xuan family is also a lady of the family, and she must learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, so that her descendants will not lose it.When Xuan Mozheng was more than three years old, it was fun to watch her grandpa draw, and she was arguing to learn.It happened that Xuan Yaozu had a little friendship with Master Zhang Chongyuan. The master saw that she was talented, so he took her under his door and became a disciple.

She has studied painting with her teacher for more than ten years. Even if she doesn't take a paintbrush later, she will never forget the things engraved in her bones.After all, my childhood was nothing but studies.

The young man was speechless, who is Zhang Chongyuan?Now the master of Chinese painting in S city, the master of Chinese studies.Although he is not as famous as Zhang Daqian and Qi Baishi in the past, a painting is also a figure worth a thousand dollars.This little girl in front of me is actually Master Zhang's apprentice?Are you kidding me?The young man is really full of unreality.

"Sir, do you still think that your paintings are worth [-] yuan?" It didn't matter to Xuan Mozheng whether he believed it or not.It is bound to ask a result.The young man's face turned red.If you say that you are a student of the Academy of Fine Arts, you are also slapping yourself in the face.Looking at Xuan Mozheng with a downcast face, he rolled up the painting he originally drew and handed it to Fran: "Sir, if you don't mind this painting, I will give it to you."

Now it can only be sent.It really can only be given away, and it would be embarrassing to sell it for money.Xuan Mozheng smiled, and accepted the painting: "Sir, I didn't want to talk about it at first, but those who study art should have higher moral character. Most of your paintings only sold for seven or eight hundred , more than 1000 yuan, when you see foreigners coming, you will charge a high price, even if your paintings are really worth this price, what will they say about us Chinese when they return to China?"

"Yes." The young man no longer dared to be arrogant anymore, and his expression was very respectful.A disciple of Zhang Chongyuan.It is an exaggeration to say that it is definitely worthy of a professor at the Academy of Fine Arts.Those around who knew it also made a sound of wow.Zhang Chongyuan. Who in S City doesn't know?Master of Chinese painting.Xuan Mozheng didn't want to be so famous, turned around and found many people taking pictures of her with their mobile phones, and then felt embarrassed.

(End of this chapter)