Yan Xiang went to find Yan Qiongfang that night.
He knew that the Qi family now let Qi Linqing study in the International Middle School in B City, and planned to send the child to study abroad in the future.
If he hadn't discovered the other party's talent for traditional Chinese painting, maybe Qi Linqing would have studied finance and business management, and joined the group work like Qi Yingjun after graduation.
But things are different now.
Yanxiang heard from Qi Linqing himself that he also likes Chinese painting very much.
Yanxiang told her daughter, "You should let him continue to study traditional Chinese painting and apply for the University of Fine Arts. I can see beauty clearly."
Yan Qiongfang was stunned for a moment, she didn't expect the old man to care about Qi Linqing again.
She felt that what Yan Xiang said was very reasonable. Since the child has this talent, he should really cultivate it well.
but.
Yan Qiongfang looked a little hesitant, "I might have to ask the child's father."
The Qi family has always let her do small things, and Qi Hui makes big decisions.
Last year Qi Lele said that she wanted to study acting and apply for Beijing Film Academy.
At that time, Yan Qiongfang agreed, and she also hoped that her child would make a bigger name in the entertainment circle, so that she would have face in her face.
But Qi Hui vetoed it.
Yan Xiang snorted coldly, "If he dares to refuse, I will ask my students in the army to fly a helicopter overnight to pick up Linqing."
Yan Qiongfang was taken aback. Didn't the old man hate using personal relationships the most
Yanxiang: "If Qi Hui doesn't want to pay the tuition fee, that's okay, I will pay. I can pay for Linqing's living expenses, pocket money, and even his future wedding room. I just want him not to worry about money. Draw well and go farther here.”
He calculated most of the possible obstacles ahead of time.
Yan Qiongfang forced a smile and said, "It's not like that...Qi Hui doesn't look like this kind of person."
Yan Xiang blew his beard and stared, "You know again? Why didn't you say anything when he almost cheated on his secretary?"
Yan Qiongfang was dumbfounded immediately, she couldn't refute the old man, so she had to go to Qi Hui to discuss this matter.
Qi Hui didn't even think about it, and said angrily:
"What does your father think of me? How could I deduct Linqing's tuition?!"
Yan Qiongfang: "Then do you agree with Linqing to learn painting?"
Qi Hui was silent.
To be honest, he doesn't want to.
In his ideology, learning art is just for fun, and there will be no great achievements.
Although the group will be supported by the eldest son in the future, he has long seen that the eldest son does not like Qi Linqing.
Qi Yingjun dotes on Lele too much. So much so that Qi Hui had the illusion that after he left, this son would even hand over the family business to the other party.
What should Qi Linqing do then? Even if he inherits a large amount of property, he does not have the ability to hold on to this wealth, and sooner or later it will be dissipated.
The old man said it so nicely, but after all, he is old, who can support Qi Linqing after he is gone
There is no eternal backing in this world.
In Qi Hui's plan, he still wants the child to study finance, gradually accumulate skills and then become independent.
"Let's see." Qi Hui said vaguely, "He's only a sophomore in high school, so it's too early to think about it."
Yan Qiongfang wanted to say something more.
Qi Hui: "Linqing only won an award in the city competition. If he can win the provincial competition or even the first place in the national competition, I will definitely invite the best teacher immediately to let him learn art."
Yan Qiongfang: "...that's fine."
In the final analysis, she also felt that the child's talent for traditional Chinese painting was not as exaggerated as the old man said.
In the afternoon of the next day, the Qi family was going back to City B.
Before leaving, Yan Xiang stuffed a paper bag for Qi Linqing, and lightly said: "Some things you may need, I will open them later."
Qi Linqing still wanted to refuse, but the old man unquestionably stuffed him and his bag into the car.
Yan Qiongfang and Qi Yingjun looked a little embarrassed. It was too obvious who made Yan Xiang favoritism. In front of so many people, he only gave Qi Linqing a gift, and he didn't see anything prepared for Qi Lele.
But Qi Lele had a cheerful expression, and didn't seem to mind.
Wait until the car.
Qi Linqing opened the bag and was taken aback when he saw several long boxes with exquisite packaging inside.
Jinpin pure goat hair, Laizhou Li Zhenhua Sanzhuo wolf hair, Yanhai Qinghe purple hair...
These are quite expensive writing brushes - he saw them when he was shopping last time, and although he was happy to see them, he couldn't afford them due to his lack of money.
Also at the bottom of the bag are the ink sticks stored in the original box, a stiff card and note paper.
Qi Linqing picked up the card, saw the China Construction Bank logo on it, and immediately guessed that it should be the bank card that people often say.
There are a few big characters written on the paper flying and dancing: the password is your birthday, take it to buy some good paper, milk and fruit, don't treat yourself badly.
Qi Linqing looked at this line of words for a long time, feeling a little touched in his heart.
Inexplicably, he felt a trance feeling that he didn't know where he was today, and he subconsciously thought of his grandfather.
His grandfather used to be a court painter, and later lived in seclusion in the countryside for some reason, and raised him by painting brushes.
Every time, grandpa would give him a bunch of copper coins, let him go to the market to buy delicious food, and buy a few cooked announcements to go home.
…
A few days passed, and Qi Linqing got up early every day to polish his paintings.
This is the basic skill of a painter.
When folk painters teach apprentices, they will always grind out a pool of ink in the morning and use it in preparation for creation. This is not so much grinding as grinding people. For a long time, exercising wrist strength and elbow strength is very helpful for painting.
Qi Linqing was using the good piece of ink that Mr. Yan gave him, grinding slowly and lightly, the water soaked the side of the ink against the inkstone to make it softer, and then speeding up suddenly, the ink was easy to grind thick, without any residue.
Although he doesn't know exactly how much this ink is worth, but from its delicate and moist touch, and its purple light, "washing gold", "filling green", it can be seen that it should be expensive.
After Qi Linqing finished studying the ink, he continued to add paint to the plate, and then began to paint.
He is still drawing the picture for Taobao customers, and it is now in the final stage, and it is expected to be delivered tonight.
However, except for this short-lived client, no one has photographed his high-priced links since then.
The boss called him yesterday and told him about it.
"I think you may not be suitable for this kind of custom painting route. Today's Taobao people don't know how to appreciate it, which is an insult to your talent."
Qi Linqing: "?"
I don't quite understand.
Boss: "I have a friend who runs a live broadcast studio and is now recruiting anchors. Do you want to try it?"
In fact, it was the friend who learned that Qi Linqing actually worked part-time in his small taobao store, so he asked him to help introduce him.
After all, Qi Linqing is quite popular on the Internet. Although it is the kind of "black and red", it also has a certain fan base. If he is willing to show his face and live stream Huahua, the number of people watching online will definitely not be small.
Qi Linqing: "Anchor? What does that mean?"
The boss explained: "It is to live broadcast your painting process on Douyin, and at the same time you can teach some Chinese painting skills to everyone. Netizens who watch your live broadcast will reward you, and you will have a small amount of money."
Qi Linqing felt that this sounded good, so he agreed. Although he feels that his abilities are limited. But instead of making money alone, the live broadcast sounds like it also has the effect of promoting Chinese painting.
It's just that he didn't agree to show his face because he didn't want to reveal his identity.
When the Qi family or Mr. Yan find out that he makes money from live broadcasting online, it will inevitably cause a lot of trouble.
The boss had no choice but to pass this on to his friends.
Friend: "...he wants to go technical?"
Boss: "His drawing skills are actually quite good, really."
The friend was a little confused, so he decided to ask Qi Linqing to come and try.
Although the other party is unwilling to show his face now, can he be persuaded by him in the future
…
In addition to painting, Qi Linqing usually takes time to take care of her studies.
For example, this Saturday afternoon, he and his deskmate are going to make an appointment to do science group homework together.
Originally, they agreed to be in the city library.
But for some reason, Zhong Chen suddenly changed his mind and sent a message saying that he would change to a McDonald's located in the North District.
[Sorry, I have something to do in the North District later.]He said.
Qi Linqing replied yes, and asked the driver to take him out.
When Qi Linqing arrived at McDonald's, Zhong Chen had already arrived first.
As soon as he got out of the car, he saw the boy sitting by the window eating a sandwich bread through the glass. The cheeks are puffed up, like a white hamster.
Qi Linqing opened the door and walked in, and sat down opposite the boy.
Zhong Chen looked up at him, and said enthusiastically, "What do you want to eat? I'm treating you today."
Qi Linqing hesitated for a moment, pointed to the object in the other party's hand and said, "This is the sandwich bread you are eating."
Zhong Chen looked down at the cod steak burger in his hand, and was shocked.
There are still people who don't know Hamburg these days? ? Even he, an ancient man, knew it.
However, Zhong Chen quickly realized that the other party was born in a rural area, so he might have never eaten.
Maybe before that, Qi Linqing didn't even know what McDonald's was.
Zhong Chen picked up the menu, went to the front desk to order everything, and quickly scanned the QR code to pay.
When he returned to his seat, he found that Qi Linqing had already spread out his homework and started writing the experiment report, and he also filled in the content that he should have written by himself.
Zhong Chen: "..."
Blind, do you like the original owner that much
A few minutes later, a young lady in a yellow apron brought a lot of food. Couldn't even fit one table, so it was put together to the next table.
Zhong Chen looked at the surprised expression of this usually calm deskmate, and felt a little proud.
"Eat whatever you want! By the way, thank you for helping me with my homework." He pulled out his chair and sat down.
Qi Linqing: "Did I help you with your homework? Oh yes... I read it wrong, don't worry, I'll cross it out now and let you rewrite it."
Zhong Chen: "..."
devil.
For half an hour, he, who was going to paddle at McDonald's, actually finished his homework seriously under the urging of his deskmate. Zhong Chen himself felt very incredible.
The food on the table was not finished.
Zhong Chen touched his chubby belly, and muttered: "Anyway, I can't eat anymore."
"It cannot be wasted."
Qi Linqing asked the waiter for a packing bag and took it away.
The two left McDonald's and were about to part ways.
But at this time, Qi Linqing remembered the card given by Mr. Yan, stopped Zhong Chen and asked, "Do you know how to withdraw money with a bank card?"
Zhong Chen: "...Of course I know."
He suddenly felt that Qi Linqing looked like an antique from the last century.
Although he is still from the last century, Zhong Chen thinks he is more fashionable than the other party.
Zhong Chen led Qi Linqing to the China Construction Bank across the street, and stepped into the ATM cash machine.
Although it was also the first time for Zhong Chen to withdraw money, he had seen many similar scenes in film and television dramas.
He clicked on the touch screen, then inserted the card, looked at the input prompt that popped up on the screen and asked:
"What's the password?"
Qi Linqing: "My birthday."
Zhong Chen: "What's your birthday?"
Qi Linqing thought for a while, and reported the original owner: "April 23, 2003."
Zhong Chen muttered in his heart while pressing the keys, his and Master's birthdays were only two days away.
Both of them are Taurus, no wonder they even have similar personalities.
[password entered successfully]
[The balance of your end number 1111 Construction Bank. Bank is: 1000000.00 yuan]
Zhong Chen hummed: "You are quite rich."
The author has something to say: Later.
Zhong Chen: Don't be superstitious about horoscopes, really.
Otherwise I would have started to suspect that he was my master at that time).
The knowledge of ink is quoted from "A Study of Chinese Painting Colors", and it is mentioned a million times
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