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020 Closed Disciple

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    After the phone call, Ji Kexin stared at Mo Xiaoyu. Mo Xiaoyu felt embarrassed. Although Mo Xiaoyu was a man, he was young and didn't have much social experience.  After so many years of fighting, his face is naturally much thicker than that of Mo Xiaoyu.

    "Mo Xiaoyu, that old man said that you have artistic talent, is it true or not?" Ji Kexin didn't believe Lang Jianbai's words, but hearing Lang Jianbai's sincere words, this made Ji Kexin think  Also started to mutter.

    "Oh, boss, it's not that you don't know what that old guy wants to do. I don't know any art. I'm a computer science student. If you want to play games, design virus software, etc., I'm good at it.  I really don¡¯t have any background in writing and painting, let alone talent.¡±  Mo Xiaoyu called Qu Dao.

    Ji Kexin didn't look like Mo Xiaoyu was lying, but she suddenly thought of Lang Jianbai's proposal, that is, he was responsible for finding buyers, and she only needed to provide the goods, but although she was in charge of Jianbao Fengyun  To be honest, I only know a little bit about this industry, and I just need to memorize it by rote for the sake of the show. If Mo Xiaoyu goes to ask him to be his teacher, maybe he can really get in touch with this part.

    No outsider knows how deep the water in the art market is, so since Lang Jianbai has this heart, why not let Mo Xiaoyu try it, but how can we guarantee that Mo Xiaoyu will really fall in love with it?  Do things by yourself without being bribed and corrupted by Lang Jianbai?

    "Xiaoyu, I've been thinking about it. I'll try my best to help you go back to school. Don't worry, I'll look for Sister Du again. If it doesn't work, I'll look for someone else. Anyway, you  I have to do this for you.¡±  Ji Kexin said solemnly.

    "Hey, really, then I thank the boss."

    "Thank you, besides, since the old guy told you to be his apprentice, then you can go, but this is also part of the job, I will give you an extra salary of 500 yuan every day  How about it?" Ji Kexin understands very well what it means to be reluctant to let a child catch a wolf, and only if she is kind to Mo Xiaoyu, the possibility of this guy being pulled over by Lang Jianbai is less.

    "Ah, that, boss, isn't it good?" Happiness came so suddenly, Mo Xiaoyu was a little confused about what Ji Kexin wanted to do.

    "Don't worry, I haven't finished talking yet. Since the old guy said you have artistic talent, you should study hard, especially learn the knowledge of buying and selling calligraphy and painting cultural relics from him. In other words, you should pay more attention to it.  When it comes to the art market, Lang Jianbai often appraises others, you should learn a little bit, and it is not in vain for me to give you money to let you learn."  What Ji Kexin said was sincere words, a salary increase, and an earnest order. In fact, it was just for one purpose, that is to keep Mo Xiaoyu, and invest in a talent for selling those authentic paintings and calligraphy in the future.

    "Oh, then I still have to drive for you, how can I have time?" Mo Xiaoyu wondered.

    "It doesn't matter, the old guy said, you can go every night, and you can drive me to cook without delay. In addition, learn how to cook, I can't just pay and see the effect."  Ji Kexin signaled Mo Xiaoyu not to pinch her legs anymore, stood up and moved around, then pulled on her slippers and went upstairs gracefully.

    Mo Xiaoyu was still sitting on the small stool next to the sofa, watching Ji Kexin go upstairs all the way, thinking to herself, I can finally have a rest, who knew that Ji Kexin went up half of the stairs, turned around and said to Mo Xiaoyu, "Clean up quickly!"  Go ahead, don't be a jerk."

    Helpless, Mo Xiaoyu had no choice but to drive to the museum. He came more often, and he no longer felt the horror of the museum. Lang Jianbai was sitting in his office waiting for Mo Xiaoyu, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.  Interpreting his heart, he is really not sure whether Mo Xiaoyu is a genius. If he is really a genius, then he has accidentally found a gold mine.

    The authentic works he copied are only from the Tangzhou City Museum. Compared with museums all over the world, they are just a drop in the bucket. If Mo Xiaoyu really has that ability, he can give the things in Ji Kexin's hands to her.  .

    "I thought she was reluctant to let you out at night."  Lang Jianbai said sarcastically.

    "What do you mean?" Mo Xiaoyu didn't understand what Lang Jianbai said, and when he entered the basement, his eyes kept staring at the antique wine vessel from time to time.

    "Hehe, it's nothing interesting. Forget it. Come on, let's talk about apprenticeship. I, whether in Tangzhou City or in the whole country, can be regarded as a respectable person. I can't be so hasty in apprenticeship. Therefore, I want to do it."  This ceremony, except for two of my students who are abroad and cannot come back, all the others can attend. Tomorrow is Saturday and the day after tomorrow is Sunday. It will be held on Sunday morning at my home. When you arriveDress formally, don't embarrass me." Lang Jianbai said solemnly.

    "Hey, let me tell you, you can't be serious, aren't we just kidding?" Mo Xiaoyu was in a hurry, he didn't know anything, what could he do as a teacher.

    "Don't worry, as for me, apart from painting and calligraphy, the thing I am most proud of in my life is that I have taught a few students to be up to par.  It's ready for you, look at the painting on the wall, it's Fu Xiaoshi's "Liao Zhai¡¤Dong Sheng", after copying it, I'll see how your skills are before I decide whether to take you as an apprentice."  Lang Jianbai said, but his heart trembled violently.

    This is his last test for Mo Xiaoyu. He believes in his eyes, but he is afraid that if it is not true, he will be disappointed.

    Looking at the painting in front of him, Mo Xiaoyu had to say that Chinese ink painting is really amazing, just mixing water with ink can make the colors so layered.

    "Xiaoyu, I hope you will do your best to paint. If you are that material, I will definitely make you famous and rich. If you are not that material, you and I will have nothing.  This fate, if you leave the door, you go your own way, just pretend that we don't know each other."  Lang Jianbai was in a panic. This is a kind of torture, a kind of torture that a gambler is about to reveal at the poker table.

    Sitting in front of the painting table, Mo Xiaoyu stared blankly at the painting, then turned around and said to Lang Jianbai, "Can I have some wine?"

    "Okay, what kind of wine do you want to drink, I have all kinds of wine here."  Lang Jianbai said.

    "Liquor is fine, it doesn't matter what brand it is."

    Lang Jianbai went to get the wine, Mo Xiaoyu took down the wine glass that he had used twice from the bogu rack, and watched Lang Jianbai pour the mellow wine into the wine glass himself, at this time Mo Xiaoyu had already spread the wine  Drawing paper, Lang Jianbai next to him helped grind the ink and adjust the ink.

    After drinking a glass of wine, Mo Xiaoyu seemed to feel a kind of aura penetrating into every pore of his body, and the painting appeared in his mind, but when his eyes looked at the painting,  In an instant, it becomes extremely real, and the details are completely visible.

    Even he can see the start and finish of each stroke, thick and light, thick and light, layer by layer, one by one, just like a scanning machine, breaking down a painting into fragments but still being natural.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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