"Really?"
To be honest, Chen Tang didn't believe it.
Facing Mr. Shen's questioning, Qi Shan, who had been expressionless before, smiled directly. He pointed at the paintings in Mr. Shen's hands and said sarcastically, "Mr. Shen, do you think they can be painted in two or three strokes? There is a very tricky endgame under the drawing paper..."
The implication was that Chen Tang overestimated him.
How could he have the time to stay up late to finish the painting, and not forget to take out plenty of time to decipher the endgame hidden on the drawing paper
Chen Tang touched her nose awkwardly and looked away guiltily. She couldn't be blamed for being suspicious. She could only blame Qi Shan for having too many "criminal records" and causing her to have some "psychological trauma" - she changed the subject abruptly: "Yuan Liang, should I take the painting to the bookstore now to hand it in?"
"Go ahead." Qi Shan waved at her, out of sight, out of mind. When Chen Tang turned around, he stopped her and told her, "Go and hand in the painting. Be careful on your way back. We don't know what the person behind the scenes has to do with the governor of Sibao County. You need to be cautious."
It’s best if there is no relationship, but if there is a relationship, you have to be careful.
The water in Xiaocheng is deep and one could easily step on air and drown if one is not careful.
"I know, I know."
Chen Tang was as if pardoned. She ran away in the blink of an eye like the wind. Qi Shan lowered his eyes and raised them again. All he could see was the corner of her disappearing robe. He could only smile bitterly and shook his head, then turned back to the house. He did not make up for his sleep, but sat back in front of the desk.
A clean piece of paper was spread out in front of the desk.
He suppressed his remaining ease, focused his mind seriously, raised his hand to gather his literary energy, and in the blink of an eye his mind entered the unfinished game.
In this mysterious place where yin and yang intertwine, the battlefield is still going on, the cities are damaged, and the black and white armies are in a stalemate. If you look closely at the battle situation, the white army has a slight advantage. As soon as Qi Shan appeared, the figure opposite him raised his head and looked at him.
Qishan lifted the hem of his robe calmly and sat down.
He said calmly, "No one is disturbing us, you and I will continue."
No one answered, only the man waved his fan and made a move, eliminating the advantage that the White Army had finally regained.
Qi Shan was not in a hurry, and calmly said a word of spirit, and the white pieces gathered under the sky, and the white army on the chessboard followed the command. When the black and white armies were killing each other, Chen Tang rode a motorcycle to find the Zhengguang Bookstore yesterday and shouted from a distance.
"Boss, I'm here to report."
She jumped off the motorcycle and threw the reins. Her motorcycle raised its neck and opened its mouth in perfect harmony, accurately holding the rope, and then bent down to rest in the open space in front of the bookstore. The shopkeeper was sitting behind the counter, resting his forehead with one hand and squinting his eyes.
Suddenly hearing Chen Tang shouting, all my sleepiness flew away.
"Who, who?" The shopkeeper was startled. After seeing the person clearly, he asked in surprise, "Young lady, did you finish the job so quickly?"
Chen Tang felt a little guilty, and Han Hu responded: "Hmm..."
"Let me see how the painting goes."
The shopkeeper didn't believe it.
How detailed a painting can be created in just one night
He had some understanding of the temper of the waiter in Yuehua Tower. He knew that he was picky and would not tolerate shoddy paintings.
When he slowly unfolded the painting, the person in the painting grabbed all his attention at a glance. He could not take his eyes away for a moment, and even his breathing slowed down unconsciously. On the paper was a handsome and childish boy, hiding alone in the flowers. The painter did not focus on the boy's face, but put almost all his essence on the plump and just right red lips, which made people want to lean over and get closer.
The shopkeeper suddenly came to his senses, his old face slightly red.
He coughed awkwardly and said, "Young lady, you are a great painter!"
He has been in this business for so many years and has received many high-priced orders from brothels. There are at least 50 painters who have received these orders, many of which are classics that people talk about with great relish—some are reserved and introverted, some are passionate and unrestrained. Either they are extremely erotic or extremely vulgar, and the painters wish they could use all their painting skills to create a scene full of flowers and charm.
We asked ourselves, there was nothing that could really make him lose his composure like this, but we didn't expect to encounter it today.
He could hardly wait to open the second one. This painting was in the same style, seemingly reserved and introverted, but if you looked closely, you would find the lust beneath the calm surface, as if there was a charming but not vulgar fairy hiding in the painting, whose smile could seduce people.
The third one is of two people.
One of them was still the young boy, and the other one's face was unclear, but he was tall and strong. He was whispering ambiguously in the boy's ear and almost holding the boy's plump earlobe in his mouth.
The fourth picture also shows two people, a man and a woman. The woman’s face is also unclear, and her back is slender and well-proportioned. The boy is smiling and getting close to her. The ambiguous atmosphere almost breaks through the paper and hits you in the face.
The shopkeeper's Adam's apple rolled several times and he wiped the sweat off his face secretly.
It was not easy to lose composure in front of Chen Tang, so Yang had to pretend to be thirsty and drink tea, relying on the cold tea to suppress his anger.
It's really like seeing a ghost.
Considering that he had been engaged in this line of work, he had seen all kinds of stories and secret dramas that could stir up a storm, and he thought he was immune to fire and water, but he didn't expect that a few portraits that were hastily completed overnight would break the rules. The shopkeeper's forehead was covered with sweat, and his face turned red.
After he finished admiring all the paintings, he let out a breath and was completely convinced - this was definitely a master of secret play paintings!
The shopkeeper blurted out.
"Have you ever considered publishing a collection of paintings, young lady?"
Business is absolutely booming, and the art collections are sold out in minutes!
He believed that once these paintings in his hands were released, the top performers in brothels would go to great lengths to make reservations for them. They would have no shortage of money!
Chen Tang shook his head: "Just do it this once."
Yuanliang is such a young and energetic man, it is easy to become weak if he paints this kind of pictures all day long. He doesn't look very healthy either, so he should just stop doing it.
The shopkeeper was a little disappointed when he heard this, but wanted to persuade him again.
Chen Tang interrupted him: "Actually, this is not my painting. I went back home last night and painted half of it. My brother found out and was furious, so he helped to write for me. My brother is pedantic and will not agree to make this his career. Are you satisfied with these paintings, boss?"
"You didn't draw this?"
Shen Tang nodded calmly: "Well, does this have any impact?"
The shopkeeper thought for a moment and said, "It's OK. As long as I can get the job done, that's good enough."
It's not about specifically asking a particular artist to draw the picture. As long as the work is satisfactory, it doesn't matter who draws it.
It’s just a pity that the art collection can’t be published.
The shopkeeper carefully collected the paintings and said with a smile: "To be honest, I have seen countless paintings in my life, and these are the most stunning. Even I am so impressed, I think the prostitute will also be satisfied. These paintings will definitely help raise his value!"
"When will the shopkeeper hand over the painting?"
Shopkeeper: "What's the matter?"
Chen Tang smiled shyly: "That girl is handsome and unforgettable. I think..."
She said this and lowered her head shyly.
The shopkeeper understood and advised: "Young lady, this... the people in these brothels, no matter how beautiful they are, you should not be emotional... after all, they are all..."
He swallowed the rest of his words.
It would be fine if she was from a good family.
But a waiter who welcomes and sees off guests...
But this young lady refused to listen and is very obsessed with appearance!