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- The two walked across the neatly trimmed lawn and arrived at the door of the villa. They saw a middle-aged man in a suit, white shirt and tie who looked like a butler. He had a faint smile on his face and seemed to be standing at the door in a friendly manner. Waiting.
Seeing the arrival of Wang Baoyu and Ruth, the middle-aged man looked intently. He didn't seem to notice that the two were naked. He still maintained a friendly smile and bowed to make a gesture of invitation.
Hehe, he looks quite friendly. Wang Baoyu felt confident and walked into the villa with his chest puffed out.
The hall of the villa is very spacious, with a large crystal lamp hanging high above the head and a soft Persian carpet under the feet. Behind a large scarlet table, an old man in a black robe is standing in front of an easel, sometimes meditating. , sometimes putting pen to paper, painting an oil painting.
Beside the old man, stood a burly black man, his exposed skin glowing with black luster. He was holding the paint box respectfully, looking very humble.
Facing this scene, Wang Baoyu and Ruth didn't dare to act rashly, knowing that the person painting should be a big shot. They just stood there blankly. The old man in black robe drew a few more strokes on it, and then sighed, Slowly put down the brush and turned around.
I saw that he looked about sixty years old. He was tall and strong, with few eyebrows and straight eyebrows. His eyes were not big, but he exuded an indescribable domineering air.
The old man in black robe smiled at Wang Baoyu and said something in English. Ruth translated: "He said he welcomes us and wants you to tell us how his works are."
??Let¡¯s just say it. After all, I have been trained by Li Keren for so many years and I don¡¯t dare to think of myself as an industry insider, but it is not difficult to say a few words.
Wang Baoyu took a few steps forward and looked at the oil painting carefully. In the center of the painting, he saw a small bridge beside a pond, surrounded by shaggy trees. On the bridge, a little boy wearing overalls sat. , holding a pebble in his hand, looking at the action of throwing pebbles into the water, there are circles of ripples on the water.
"The concept is good and the colors are balanced, but this little boy looks too lonely." Wang Baoyu scratched his head.
The old man in black robe smiled slightly, signed his name on the painting, and asked: "I heard that your Chinese calligraphy is very particular. What do you think of my calligraphy?"
How do you look at this? Of course Wang Baoyu couldn't understand the English fonts, so he casually made up: "Vigorous and powerful, penetrating into the wood."
Ruth was stunned, thought for a moment and translated: "It was very powerful, and the power of the brush penetrated the canvas."
Hahaha, the old man in black robe laughed out loud, turned around and asked: "The compliments from people in your country are really strange. Are all the people who can calligraphy practice Chinese Kung Fu?"
Ruth translated again, with a hint of embarrassment on her face: "Brother, try to speak simply, don't always use idioms."
Wang Baoyu then understood. He gave a thumbs up and explained with a smile: "Of course this is just an exaggerated metaphor. It means that if you are in our country, you must be a figure."
The old man in black robe smiled slightly again: "I heard that you can read faces, please tell me how to read faces."
How could Wang Baoyu dare to refuse? He hurriedly came over. The old man spread out his broad palms. When he saw the lines on them, he was really surprised again.
The fate line goes straight up and goes through the middle finger, which shows that this person is a powerful figure and extremely domineering. The head line is winding and drooping, which also shows that he loves literature and art. The only regret is that the lines at the root of the palm are messy, which represents childhood. Unlucky.
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"Hmm~"
"You are quite accomplished in literature and art."
"Um."
"You had an unfortunate childhood." Wang Baoyu said.
Hearing this, the old man in black robe sighed, pointed at the painting and said: "You are right, this is my lonely childhood. I remember that the sky was always gray when I was a child, and it often rained, and it seemed that even the sun could not be seen. They don¡¯t want to see my sorrow.¡±
"Your parents' palace is not good, I'm afraid they have some problems." Wang Baoyu said boldly.
"Brother, what is the Parents' Palace?" Ruth frowned again and asked.
"Just say that your parents don't have a good relationship." Wang Baoyu thought for a while and said. Ruth nodded and translated it literally.
"Yes, I was born on a small island. My father is a shoemaker with a bad temper and drinks alcohol all day long. My mother is a laundry worker with rough hands and a bad temper. They fight and scold them all day long. Whenever they are scared, I came to this small bridge," the old man in black robe recalled, with a look of sadness on his face.
"You suffered so much in your youth, you will definitely be great when you grow up." Wang Baoyu said withSaid dimensionally.
"I have loved painting since I was a child, but I failed the entrance exam to the Academy of Fine Arts. Then" The old man in black robe paused and did not continue.
"Can you find some clothes for us to wear? In China, it is impolite to meet guests like this." Wang Baoyu felt very uncomfortable when he was naked and being read.
The old man in black robe winked at the middle-aged housekeeper. The middle-aged housekeeper smiled knowingly and quickly brought over two sets of neat clothes and handed them to Wang Baoyu and Ruth.
These are two sets of black clothes. Wang Baoyu didn't think too much and quickly put them on with Ruth. Then she felt a lot more at ease. In a civilized society, not wearing clothes is really a very awkward thing.
The old man in black robe then pointed to the two chairs in front of him, motioned for the two of them to sit down, and said calmly: "Wang Baoyu, we finally meet."
"What do you want from me?" Wang Baoyu asked, pretending to be stupid.
"You almost brought down our entire organization. What do you think I can do with you?" the old man in black robe asked.
This sentence made Wang Baoyu suddenly wake up from a dream. Even though the air conditioner in the room was blowing cool breeze, he was still broken into a cold sweat. The organization he destroyed was of course the mafia. Looking at the pressure and posture of the old man, it must be Mafia big shot.
"But I have never met you. Maybe there is some misunderstanding between us."
"Oh, really, but why do I keep hearing your name from my subordinates?" asked the old man in black robe.
Could it be said that everyone in the mafia listens to this person's command? Wang Baoyu exclaimed: "You are Morini."
The old man nodded slightly, proving that what Wang Baoyu said was true. He looked at Wang Baoyu carefully, seemingly calmly, shook his head and sighed: "Oh, I don't see anything special about you, how can you cause us to suffer such heavy losses."
"Actually, there is no grudge between us. If you don't like to hear it, I was forced to do this by you. I resisted instinctively and never thought of becoming an enemy of your organization." Wang Baoyu quickly apologized and smiled road. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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