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    Since it was old times, Fang Yi decided to wait and help others take a look. Anyway, he hadn't finished looking at the ancient armor yet. Watching Dean disappear in front of his eyes, Fang Yi turned his gaze to it again.  On to the armor in front of me.  Originally, in Fang Yi¡¯s mind, this kind of plate armor should be very thick, so it should be half a centimeter thick. It would look majestic when worn like this, right?  And there need to be some patterns on it to show the identity, right?  But now that he looked at the thing in front of him, Fang Yi felt that the thing might be made with a little bit of moisture. If it weren't for the fact that the person who made this piece was a little lazy, because the whole armor looked like a piece of iron, plus the inside  The padding is less than half a centimeter, and it doesn't have the sense of thickness and strength that Fang Yi originally thought!  It's like a slightly thicker iron cover.  From this point, we can see that Fang Yi is here. If the armor is made of thick iron plates, the whole set will not weigh hundreds of kilograms. Let alone whether a person can wear it, even if it is worn, it will be useless.  Find a horse that can carry such a heavy load.  And in ancient times, wearing thick iron plate armor, were you prepared to let the cavalry defend against trebuchets and stone bullets?  Fang Yi was thinking around the armor when he heard a very familiar voice. Fang Yi didn't even need to look up to know that it was the old man Popile.  "Fang! Why are you staying here alone!" Popile looked at Fang Yi walking around a knight's armor with a very curious face on his face. He didn't understand why Fang Yi was interested in this thing, just like a little boy who saw a nice little thing.  A tree dog, and a dog ready to pee on the roots of the tree.  He stretched his head out in a very strange way.  "I think this thing is a bit wet!" Fang Yi raised his head and looked at Bobile, an old guy, and lowered his head. If there weren't so many people now.  Fang Yi could probably take off the helmet, put it on his head and put down the mask to feel the feeling of his head being stuck in this iron thing.  Bobil is not interested in finding out what kind of moisture the armor contains. It¡¯s not that Bobil doesn¡¯t understand Western armor. On the contrary, Bobil not only knows it very well but can also be said to be half an expert.  As a Western artist who paints classical oil paintings, he must have painted some knights and the like.  Painting is indispensable. In Fang Yi's opinion, it is a very novel thing, but Popile is tired of looking at it.  Bobiel didn¡¯t have much to say.  He directly asked Fang Yi: "Have you seen my work?".  The only reason Bobile asked in such a hurry was because he wanted to leave Fang Yi's side as soon as possible. To put it bluntly, he was a little embarrassed. In his heart, he thought that Fang Yi had guessed that he was greedy for beauty and knew that he had messed up the matter.  of the process.  It smells a bit like being a thief with a guilty conscience.  If it weren't for Bobile, he would still want to ask what the two will compete against next year.  Maybe he would turn around and leave after looking at Fang Yi's works for a while.  Fang Yi answered honestly: "I haven't gone to see it yet! This museum is very stylish both in terms of interior decoration and furnishings. It looks like a palace!".  "What does it look like a palace? This is just a small palace. It was built almost three hundred years ago!" Popile said disdainfully to Fang Yi: "Although the luxury is not as luxurious as the Louvre and Versailles, this  The collection here is unique! Those two palaces belong to the royal power, and this place is owned by the top nobles in France"  Fang Yi listened to Bobile and began to want to introduce the history of France to him with a little disdain. In this regard, the French are similar to the Chinese, and the French also like to mention their own history.  It's like the Chinese people can tell five thousand years of history with just one mouthful.  Fang Yi is not interested in hearing this. He just wants to see this iron thing.  He immediately raised his hand and interrupted Bobiel: "You have seen my work, tell me what you think?".  "The effect of the picture is very poor! It can be said that there is not much beauty!" Popile immediately raised his head when he heard Fang Yi's question, and the expression of the big French cock appeared on his old face again.  Fang Yi didn¡¯t mind what Popile said. If he argued with this old guy over this thing, it wouldn¡¯t be enough time until he died.  "Why?" Fang Yi asked casually. When he looked up, he saw Dean downstairs already going up the stairs to the second floor, holding a plastic painting tube in his hand.  "It's not beautiful!" Popile's answer was very concise and clear.  Fang Yi couldn't help but asked again: "What's not beautiful? I think the painting is very beautiful!".  "The model is not beautiful, has no classical charm, and does not have that sense of plumpness on her body." Popile bluntly pointed out what he was dissatisfied with in Fang Yi's painting.  Fang Yi didn't have time to refute. He looked at Dean who was walking towards him. However, Fang Yi was faster. There was one person who was faster. A man dressed like a waiter stopped Dean at the entrance of the stairs.  Well, then I said a few words to Dean, and thenHe made a gesture of invitation, and it seemed that he was most likely asking Dean to leave.  It¡¯s no wonder, they came to treat you as a waiter. You have no sense of professionalism at all. You abandoned your own job and harassed the guests at the venue. If this happened, if they didn¡¯t tell you to get out, why would you still be here?  Let me make some soup for you.  Dean waved to Fang Yi with the painting tube in his hand, and shouted softly: "Mr. Fang! Mr. Fang!".  After hearing this, Fang Yi waved his hand to the foreman, signaling him to let Dean come over.  Dean came over, but the foreman also followed him. When he got in front of Fang Yi, he solemnly tipped him off: "I'm sorry, Mr. Fang, this is a mistake in our work!".  Generally speaking, most people don't like this situation. They are attending a party, and suddenly someone comes up and asks for an autograph or a photo, or asks them to help others look at paintings or something like this. In all likelihood,  Jiu will be very annoyed in his heart.  Annoying guests is not a good outcome for a company hosting a banquet, especially a party of this caliber.  This kind of party is not a small banquet. There are not many such expensive parties every year. You have caused the host to harass the guests. People who need this will know the name of your company within three days.  , do you still want to receive the next client?  "It's okay! I knew him before. I asked him to get the painting for me to look at!" Fang Yi generally knew about this matter. It was certain that Dean was fucked, but the manager did nothing wrong.  Thinking about what this kid had done before, Fang Yi knew that in all likelihood, this kid knew that he was going to hold an art exhibition, so he got into the queue of waiters.  And now Dean is holding a painting tube in his hand. This also reveals that this kid has long been prepared to block himself in the art exhibition. Who else would bring such a big painting tube while working?  Trouble!  Thinking of this, Fang Yi simply revealed the matter.  When the foreman heard what Fang Yi said, he nodded lightly to Fang Yi and turned around to leave.  Bobiel looked at the young man in front of him a little confused, but he just looked at Fang Yi and Dean without saying anything.  Dean quickly untied the painting tube in his hand.  He pulled out a volume of four or five works and handed them to Fang Yi.  When Fang Yi unfolded his work, Bobile came next to Fang Yi and the two of them looked at Dean's things together.  To be honest, Dean has made great progress, and his paintings are now in good shape.  But Fang Yi came to the same conclusion as last time: Dean has no talent!  Although it is a hard work, it is indeed rare to paint like this in a few years, but it is not too out of the ordinary, and it is not so eye-catching.  "Not bad! You have to keep working hard in the future!" Fang Yi looked at Popile looking at these works.  He simply put down what he was holding and gave it to the old man to see.  He turned to Dean and began to comment on his work. After a few clicks, he gave him a word of encouragement.  "What you said is in vain!" Why couldn't Bobile hear the response in Fang Yi's mouth, so he immediately said to Fang Yi unceremoniously.  Fang Yi didn't feel anything embarrassed, he just smiled and said, "How about you give me some advice?"  Dean looked at Fang Yi and then at Bobiel, and he began to feel confused: Didn't it mean that these two people were very different from each other? Why did he seem to be friends with the two of them now?  Speaking in this tone, Fang Yi actually had an indifferent attitude.  And looking at Bobile, he seemed to be really ready to give him guidance.  "The color problem here is not a small one" Popile really took Dean's paintings carefully and started to comment on them one by one, very seriously.  It took a full five minutes.  Popile handed the scroll back to Dean's hand: "You have been studying for several years. Although your painting style is relatively free, some basic things are not solid! You can't even talk about mastering the technique. You  The teacher didn¡¯t teach hard enough!¡±  Dean immediately said: "I only need to attend some training classes. In my spare time, I will visit the art academy to watch how other people draw. It has taken me four years from the beginning to now!"  "Four years?" Bobile asked Dean: "It would be really hard to study by yourself!"  After speaking, Dean looked at himself with a look of admiration on his face and said: "It's okay to study by yourself. I learned it by myself, and I was already in my early thirties when I learned it. As long as I persist, I will  I think you will have a good time painting!"  "Thank you, Mr. Bobile! Thank you, Mr. Fang!" Dean immediately said happily to the two of them.  "Let's go, let me see your works and appreciate what your so-called classical beauty is like!" Fang Yi looked at this.I have almost done all my work, and I am ready to see what Popile has painted this year.  As they walked away, Fang Yi and Bobile came side by side to a room. This room was more than fifty square meters wide. Except for the four works of Fang Yi and Bobile placed face to face, there were no works by anyone else.  "What are you still doing with us after this is over?" Fang Yi turned around and saw Dean following him into the room, and he couldn't help but ask.  Everything is done and the painting is done!  Why are you still following me like a little tail?  Fang Yi couldn't help but think in his heart.  Dean pointed outside and whispered to Fang Yi and Bobile: "Your manager will kick me out as soon as I leave. I haven't seen most of the paintings here yet!"  "It's enough to see what's inside this room. It doesn't matter if you don't see what's outside!" Popile said to Dean in a confident tone.  Bobiel didn¡¯t deliberately avoid anything. Although his voice was not too loud, it was not too quiet either. Now many people watching the paintings in the room heard it.  Many people turned around and realized it was this old guy talking, and they smiled.  Needless to say, Lao Bo's reputation for being arrogant and self-admiring is no longer needed. Don't you blame yourself for being weird?  Fang Yi ignored the two of them and walked directly towards Bobile's two works. There was no need to mention anything about techniques. It was not something that could be improved in a year or two when the two of them were at this level. However,  In terms of the form of expression in the painting, Popile's painting style is indeed close to the classical classics. The naked beauties above are very plump. According to current evaluation, they all look like young women, round and voluptuous.  "It's time for your female model to lose weight!" Fang Yi commented in his heart, but the evaluation was that the old man's painting was not in line with the characteristics of the times!  When you want to find an inappropriate reason, sometimes you don¡¯t even have to think about it, and one will be given to you!  After finishing this sentence, Fang Yi added: "Your paintings have no characteristics of the times at all. Today's aesthetics should not be like yours. Although you are a bit old, your artistic expression must follow the same  The times!"  "You said I can't keep up with the times?" Popile's eyes suddenly bulged.  Fang Yi raised his head and said, "Don't worry, I've seen your painting, and I'll tell you the following topic first!".  ¡°What to draw?¡± ¡°Mythical stories!¡±.  "You said?" Bobile said disdainfully, but when Fang Yi reported his name, he was immediately dumbfounded. He stood there dumbfounded and muttered: "Is this okay?" (To be continued, please search Piao Tian Literature, novels  Better updates faster!
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