On this day, Zhong Chen studied the stock curve at home. In fact, he didn't know much about it, he just watched and played.
He has been very sensitive to money since he was a child.
Although Zhong Chen took an official career in his previous life, he secretly did a lot of business activities behind his back.
One year, there was a severe drought in the south and the treasury was empty.
As a result, because of the money-making method he came up with, the treasury factory was so full of money that it couldn't hold it, and it was expanded several times.
This is also one of the reasons why the emperor relied heavily on him later.
Jiang Bai came to Zhong's house in the morning and is now sitting aside playing games.
"Ah-choo!" Zhong Chen sniffed and took out a tissue.
Jiang Bai raised his head and joked: "Brother Zhong, someone must be thinking about you behind your back."
Zhong Chen: "?"
Zhong Chen: "Shut up."
He doesn't want anyone to think about himself except Master.
…
subsequently.
Qi Linqing went home with a bag full of brushes. While he had fun painting with them, he knew it was time for him to start making money again.
He tidied up the room, and found out the newspaper he had read a few days ago, which contained recruitment information.
[XX Taobao store specially hired a master of traditional Chinese painting, customized price 2k+/piece]
After learning about prices during this period of time, Qi Linqing knew that two thousand yuan was quite a lot, enough for him to buy a few good quality pens.
If you calculate the price by ratio, it is estimated that he could not sell so much for a painting in his previous life.
Qi Linqing called and asked.
His voice was youthful and clear, but his enunciation was clear, unhurried, and inexplicably calm.
The other party did not doubt it, and made an appointment with him for an interview on Saturday afternoon.
The next day, Qi Linqing went to school for class.
When he was having dinner with Du Yuanbai, he casually mentioned this matter.
"Are you going to work again to make money?" Du Yuanbai looked at him with some doubts.
Qi Linqing nodded.
Du Yuanbai was puzzled, let alone why the Qi family didn't give you money... He moved his eyes down and landed on the IWC Portuguese watch on Qi Linqing's wrist.
This watch alone is worth at least hundreds of thousands.
Du Yuanbai: "I found that your brain circuit is different from other people's."
Qi Linqing: "Huh?"
Du Yuanbai: "Most people are short of money, so they will definitely choose to sell things first. Like your watch is still very new, selling it will definitely solve your financial problems."
Qi Linqing looked down at his watch and said, "Forget it."
This is a gift from the original owner to a loved one.
He has no burden to keep Dai himself, but he hastily sold it, and his conscience feels a little bit sorry.
Besides, Qi Linqing would not pawn and sell things until it was extremely difficult.
The main reason is that I sent the last quilt to the pawnshop in my previous life, and I was cast into the shadow by the empty walls...
Du Yuanbai understood immediately.
Maybe Qi Linqing is obsessed with the feeling of working part-time.
Look at how high people's ideological consciousness is now.
Du Yuanbai quoted classics: "The richest man, Bill Barbed, used to do odd jobs. Self-reliance is actually very good, so let's experience life."
Qi Linqing glanced at him and said, "I'm not experiencing life, I'm really poor."
Du Yuanbai: "..."
On the other side of the cafeteria.
Tang Gula watched Qi Linqing eating with a group of fat guys surnamed Du from a distance, feeling a little uneasy.
Later, his father repeatedly asked him to invite Qi Linqing to come to his house as a guest.
He also wanted to have more contact with the other party.
Ever since seeing Qi Linqing's painting that day, Tanggula admitted that he was really moved again.
The friend encouraged: "If you hesitate, you will lose! Go!!"
Tanggula took a deep breath and mustered up the courage to walk over.
He stood in front of the other party's table, his eyes drifted away, and he felt that he was talking nonsense:
"Student Qi, my dad is the judge of the last Chinese painting competition. He admires you very much and wants to invite you to our house for dinner..."
Qi Linqing didn't respond yet.
Du Yuanbai got excited first, looked at him and said:
"I've heard that your father is the professor of traditional Chinese painting at the Academy of Fine Arts?"
Tanggula said "hmm".
Under the quiet eyes of the black-haired boy, he didn't know why he felt a little hot, and dense beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
Qi Linqing: "OK, about when?"
Tanggula stammered: "Then how about we leave school this Friday?"
Qi Linqing nodded, "Yes."
Tang Gula left lightly as if stepping on a cloud.
at the dinner table.
Du Yuanbai said strangely: "This professor likes you so much, he actually asked his son to specially invite you to his house."
Qi Linqing shook his head: "Probably not."
Qi Linqing guessed that Professor Tang invited him because of the "lost technique" that the other party said that day.
But he painted with techniques that were common at the time.
Qi Linqing didn't think his technique was so unusual.
Maybe thousands of years have passed, and no one knows now, it just happened to attract the attention of the other party.
Qi Group, President's Office.
Qi Yingjun is browsing a report.
He asked the secretary to investigate Qi Linqing's previous life in the countryside to see if he could find Qi Linqing's master and give him compensation.
However, according to the report, Qi Linqing seems to have never had contact with any masters of traditional Chinese painting.
The secretary said weakly: "Mr. Qi, after all these years have passed, if the other party deliberately conceals it, we will not be able to find out."
Qi Yingjun was silent.
He originally thought about directly compensating Qi Linqing.
But this person didn't accept gifts last time, as if he had put on a layer of armor to defend against him, oil and salt wouldn't enter.
School is over on Friday.
Qi Linqing told the driver not to pick him up, and then got into a taxi with Tang Gula.
During the ride, Tanggula kept trying to find something to talk about.
Although Qi Linqing didn't talk much, it didn't make people feel embarrassed.
The atmosphere was quite harmonious for a while.
When they were about to get home, Tanggula felt that their relationship should be much closer, and they could ask more in-depth questions.
"Do you still like Zhong Chen? I... I'm just curious."
Qi Linqing was a little surprised.
Tang Gula blushed slightly: "If you don't mind, you don't have to answer."
"What's the matter?" Qi Linqing laughed, "I don't like him."
Tanggula: "Really?!"
Qi Linqing: "It's all rumors, we are actually just ordinary classmates."
Tanggula was ecstatic in his heart, but he didn't show the slightest sign on his face.
Otherwise... too obvious. He was afraid of scaring the other party away.
"Then what type do you like?" Tanggula continued to probe.
This question stumped Qi Linqing.
In his previous life, he was busy with his livelihood and painting, and he never thought about life-long events.
Favorite type
Perhaps, it should be as cute as the little apprentice...
After Qi Linqing realized the taboo thought that suddenly popped up in his mind, his expression froze slightly.
But he quickly comforted himself that it was probably because he was influenced by the "Those Love History That Emperor Master Liang Luoduan Had to Tell".
It's all the fault of the author named Sa Chuanchuan, who is just talking nonsense about the relationship between master and apprentice.
Qi Linqing tidied up his slightly messy heart, and regained his calm.
"I don't have a fixed favorite, I usually go with the flow." He said.
Tanggula's eyes lit up when he heard the words, as if he saw hope.
Maybe it's his turn for this illusory fate
While the two were talking, the taxi arrived at Tang's house.
Tanggula scanned the QR code to pay, opened the car door and walked out.
He pointed to the three-story villa in front, turned his head and said to Qi Linqing:
"Here, this is my house, let's go in."
The Tang family has another relative visiting today.
In terms of seniority, he is Tanggula's uncle.
Tang Shaoyue was slightly surprised when he saw the other party, "Brother, why are you here?"
Tang Quan sat down on the sofa and said angrily:
"Something happened recently, I came to talk to you."
Tang Shaoyue was a little funny.
Although his elder brother is over half a century old and also engaged in the antique appreciation industry, he is very old and disrespectful.
In some things, Tang Quan is as naive as a child.
He glanced at the clock on the wall and asked casually, "What's the matter?"
Tang Quan got excited and started eloquently: "It's that American professor Yan, Yan Shi..."
Tang Shaoyue nodded, "I know him."
However, Tang Shaoyue didn't know him well, he had only heard of Yan Shi's reputation as a bigwig in the industry.
Although they are all university professors who teach traditional Chinese painting, Tang Shaoyue's place is only an ordinary second art academy, which is completely incomparable with others.
Tang Quan: "...The last time I went with him to a junior's birthday party, it happened that a young man gave my junior an ancient painting that was suspected to be an authentic painting of the saint Fu Yi. Professor Yan devoted himself to studying Fu Yi, and I After talking to him, he was so excited at the time. As a result, the painting was taken away as soon as we arrived at the scene."
"Can you believe it? That young man turned his back on it and refused to give it away!!"
Tang Quan gritted his teeth at this point. In this short period of time, he has been brooding over this matter.
Tang Shaoyue showed doubts: "But how can you be sure that it is Fu Yi's authentic work?"
Fu Yi was not well-known during his lifetime, and died young. He experienced ups and downs in his life, and the number of paintings handed down is very small.
If they can really meet, it must be that the ancestors in the previous life burned high incense.
Tang Shaoyue always felt that there was a high probability that the ancient paintings Tang Quan was talking about were high imitations.
Tang Quan: "At first I thought it was Yuan Sihao's painting. But I took a closer look, ah, I found something was wrong. There were traces of Fu Yi's particularly obvious three-dimensional skills in it, and the history books said that the two of them Is it a close friend... "
Hearing what he said, Tang Shaoyue felt itchy in his heart, and suddenly felt that it was not impossible.
Tang Shaoyue said: "I was a judge of the ink cup two days ago, and I also met a student who actually knows this long-lost three-dimensional Chinese painting technique."
Tang Quan was stunned.
He knew that his younger brother had a dull and serious personality, and he was not used to joking, let alone cheating.
But he still couldn't believe it.
After all, this technique has been lost for thousands of years!
Then the doorbell rang.
Tang Shaoyue stood up and looked outside for a while, then turned around and said, "Here, he's here. I just want to introduce you."
Tang Quan nodded, feeling a little hopeful in his heart.
After a while.
Qi Linqing walked in after Tang Gula.
Tang Shaoyue hurriedly asked them to sit down, "What do you want to drink? Juice or carbonated drinks?"
Qi Linqing: "Plain water is fine."
Tang Shaoyue asked the nanny to pour water, turned around and was about to introduce to Tang Quan.
But Tang Quan looked at Qi Linqing with an expression as if he had just experienced a magnitude 8 earthquake.
Isn't this, isn't this Qiao Zhou's nephew? !
Although he had never met Qi Linqing in person, he saw the photos on the Internet and recognized him at a glance.
Tang Shaoyue asked in bewilderment, "What's wrong with you?"
Tang Quan swallowed his saliva, and said with difficulty: "He is, the young man I mentioned just now who sent the painting."
Tang Shaoyue: "..."
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