Chen Tang wanted to jump up and perform a craniotomy on Qi Shan for the Nth time, but considering the little friendship they still had, she held back. She suppressed her anger and said, "Humph, why are you so angry? I draw so well..."
Qishan: “…”
He could really confirm it now.
Mr. Shen's aesthetic taste is different from that of normal people.
The two of them stared at each other, neither of them willing to give in first. In the end, Qi Shan rubbed his temples with a headache and avoided Chen Tang's confident and self-righteous eyes. He had seen people with self-confidence, but he had never seen such a person.
Why can he be so confident despite his poor painting skills
Knowing that communication barriers would affect communication efficiency, Qi Shan could only choose to "go in a roundabout way". He pointed at Chen Tang's masterpiece on the table and asked a fatal question in a deep tone: "No matter how good your painting is, if that prostitute can't appreciate it, can you get the reward?"
Chen Tang, who was awakened by this remark, said: "..."
Yes, it won’t work if Party A is not satisfied.
She looked at Qishan with a doubtful look, asking, "How can you be sure that he has the same aesthetic taste as you do... that he can't appreciate it?"
Chen Tang swallowed the words "abnormal aesthetics" back into his stomach.
It wasn't that she was afraid of Qi Shan and didn't dare to confront him. She took back her comments only for the sake of Party A's father's face (reward).
Qi Shan took a deep breath and said sarcastically, "Most ordinary people have similar eyes for appreciating beauty."
The look in Mr. Shen's eyes was truly heretical.
Who would have thought that Chen Tang still ignored the "deep meaning" in Qi Shan's words, nodded thoughtfully, looked regretful, and sighed: "The higher the song, the fewer people can harmonize with it. This is probably what 'it's hard to find a soulmate' means."
After saying this, he shook his head sincerely.
Qi Shan, who was almost speechless, said: "…"
Chen Tang looked at the two paintings on the table with a headache, pinching his brows: "If this is the case... Party A, no, how do I explain to Guan'er? I can't draw a painting like yours."
Qi Shan asked, "Did you sign the contract with the shopkeeper?"
If there is no signed contract, he can just quit the job. At most his reputation will suffer a little, and it will be difficult to take such work in the future. But Mr. Shen doesn't make a living by copying, writing and painting for others, so it's better to suffer losses than to do it head on.
Unexpectedly, Chen Tang said, "The contract has been signed."
She has already taken the deposit.
Chen Tang took out her small money bag and poured out more than twenty pieces of shredded silver. Qi Shan looked at her with a more complicated look - who gave her the courage to accept the job and collect the deposit without the painting skills? This time it was all over, let's see how Shen Xiaolangjun ended up.
"What should I do now?"
Although Chen Tang still believed that she had great painting skills—after all, that was her livelihood, and Qi Shan's words could not destroy her—she was worried about one thing: no matter how good she thought her painting was, it would be useless if the client was unwilling to accept it.
She hesitated and said, "Why not test the groom? Maybe he is the rare soulmate who can discover beauty outside the secular world!"
Qishan: “…”
A bosom friend beyond the secular world
Hehe, daydreaming is faster.
"It really doesn't work..."
Chen Tang was about to say, "If it doesn't work, let's give it a try. If there are thugs beating people, it's not certain who will beat whom in the end." Qi Shan said at the same time, "If it doesn't work, I'll help you get through. We should keep a low profile in Xiaocheng and avoid trouble if we can."
"…Alright, it doesn't matter if you make money from this job or not. However, I still have to inform the shopkeeper that the painter has changed. I can't take advantage of you." Chen Tang had no objection to this and readily agreed, "Let me tell you about the appearance and demeanor of that prostitute."
Qishan: “…”
God knows how many years it has been since he last did this job. You know, even when his life was the most difficult, he only did it a few times.
Although he secretly complained in his heart, his ears carefully captured Chen Tang's description, not missing a single detail, while constructing a layout in his mind at the same time.
Thank God, Mr. Shen's painting skills are charming, but his language organization ability is not weak, his logic is clear and concise, and his observation is meticulous.
Just by listening to her description, I could picture the waiter's appearance, demeanor, characteristics, and temperament in my mind, and I would have a general idea of what he was like.
only-
Qishan keenly captured a little detail.
"You said that the waiter was dissatisfied with you at first?"
Chen Tang corrected him seriously: "At first they were not satisfied, but wasn't it because my appearance was too deceptive? They probably thought that I was young and my painting skills were not as good as other older painters, but later they discovered my extraordinaryness and gave me the job, didn't they?"
Qi Shan: "He discovered that you have a literary mind."
Being "extraordinary" because of literary talent and being "extraordinary" because of Shen Xiaolangjun's painting skills are two completely different concepts.
Besides, does Young Master Shen have such a thing as painting skills
Chen Tang waved his hand: "It's all the same, all the same."
Qi Shan shook his head: "How could a young man of the age of dancing elephants recognize your seal as Wenxin's seal at first sight? This is not right. It is even more wrong to hand over such an important job just because you have Wenxin's seal, without even verifying your painting skills."
Wenxin Huashi is not equivalent to painting skills.
Shen Tang didn't have any doubts.
"What's the big deal? He's a celebrity in Yuehua Tower, a future top reserve. He meets all kinds of people. It's rare that one of his patrons has a literary mind. You don't think that the waiter also has a literary mind, so he recognized me?"
After being in this world for a while, I know that even if one possesses the lowest level of literary mind, one is still superior to ordinary people.
Under normal circumstances, it is difficult to fall into such a situation unless one is abandoned or encounters other devastating disasters.
That waiter doesn't look like that kind of person.
Qi Shan couldn't figure out what was wrong, so he asked again, "You said his condition was to use the pen, ink and paper he provided?"
Chen Tang said, “Yes.”
He rubbed his brows and asked Chen Tang to describe Guan'er again. Both descriptions were correct, but he still couldn't find the source of his doubts.
Chen Tang crossed his arms and looked at him frowning and thinking, very puzzled: "Yuan Liang, what are you worried about?"
Qishan: "It's not that I'm worried, it's that I don't like the unknown."
Or rather, he didn't like the feeling of being in the middle of a situation but not knowing the overall situation. He had a hunch that there was something wrong with that waiter, and if he didn't get an answer to this question, it would always be on his mind, making him feel very uncomfortable.
According to Chen Tang's understanding, it was an attack of obsessive-compulsive disorder.
Seeing how serious he was, Chen Tang said, “If he really has a problem, the clues may be on the pen, ink, and paper he specifically emphasized.”
A word can wake a dreamer up.
Qi Shan suddenly thought of something, took out a piece of paper from the stack, and either placed it over the candle flame to dry it, or poured water on it and waited for it to appear.
Chen Tang just watched him "go crazy" quietly.
After a long while, he reminded again: "Maybe it has something to do with the Word Spirit?"
Yuanliang, the world is different now.
This is an unscientific world.
Scientific methods such as roasting with fire and pouring water are not popular.