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029 The wings are hard

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    The two were talking, and they walked up to Fu Baoshi's "Xiangjun". This painting was also dropped by Lang Jianbai, but the copy of this painting was not bad, but Mo Xiaoyu still saw it at a glance  Come out true and false.

    "The price of this painting was more than three million when I bought it. Now the price is no less than five million, and Fu Baoshi's paintings are still rising. If you can make a few of Fu Baoshi's paintings, it will soon become a million dollars."  millionaire's".  Lang Jianbai looked at Mo Xiaoyu and said seriously.

    "However, after it's finished, how can it be sold?"

    "You don't need to worry about it. You are in charge of the painting, and I am in charge of the contact person to buy it. However, don't worry, I will never cheat you. At least it is you and me. If you can really draw it, Ji Kexin  I can give her all those paintings, don¡¯t you also have a share of those things, so you still make money, you must leave some pension money for me.¡±  Lang Jianbai said it pitifully, as if Mo Xiaoyu and Ji Kexin really owed him.

    "Well, believe it or not, I really don't have that kind of relationship with Ji Kexin."  Mo Xiaoyu emphasized again.

    "Xiaoyu, I didn't remind you that Ji Kexin is really not easy to mess with. I can see it clearly now, but it's too late. If you have nothing to do with her, you'd better stay away from her as soon as possible."  Lang Jianbai said.

    "Stay away from her. You said it lightly. The two people you were looking for died in a car accident. Although the police will not investigate now, Ji Kexin has been threatening me with this matter, and I can't help it."  Mo Xiaoyu sighed, in the final analysis, it was not caused by you, an old guy.

    Lang Jianbai fell silent after hearing this. This matter is not only Mo Xiaoyu's heart disease, but also Lang Jianbai's heart disease. Those two people were introduced by a friend in the antique shop. Until now, the friend didn't know that this happened.  Well, it seems that this matter is not over yet.

    "This museum is not small, can I visit other places?" Mo Xiaoyu asked.

    "That's right, by the way, I'll give you a special consultant certificate tomorrow, and you can visit those things at any time, but let me tell you, you can see them, but don't try them, some of the exhibits are crumbled, you  It might break if you touch it."  Lang Jianbai instructed.

    It's not that Mo Xiaoyu is interested in those other things, but the set of wine utensils in his hand has always been half-knowledgeable, so he really wants to find out what's going on with it and where it came from?

    After the two visited for a while, Lang Jianbai unloaded the pair of Fu Baoshi's "Xiang Jun", and then took it to the studio, ready to let Mo Xiaoyu copy it again. If he can copy the fake, he can also copy it.  Then Lang Jianbai knew it in his heart.

    This time, Mo Xiaoyu got started very quickly, but at the end it was a bit rough, so Mo Xiaoyu rested for a while, and then said, "I don't think there is a big problem, take a rest, by the way, teacher, you still have something to do here."  Wine? Take it out and have a drink."

    In fact, at this time, Mo Xiaoyu was already at the end of his strength, and if he continued to draw, the painting would have to be invalidated. He had no concept in his mind, he didn't know how to hold the pen, and he didn't know where to put it.

    Mo Xiaoyu put the wine vessel back on the shelf again, and waited for Lang Jianbai to get the wine back. He continued to drink with that wine glass. He knew in his heart that his morality was not enough, so it was not an option to continue like this  , Do I have to bring this wine glass with me every time I go out?

    But let him gradually understand that the ability brought by the wine glass has gradually penetrated into his body, but it is not enough. Before, he had to drink first and then paint.

    Moreover, the only way to enhance your ability is to drink with this wine glass, but I don¡¯t know if it¡¯s better to pour wine with a hip flask, but Lang Jianbai is here, let¡¯s forget it, and I don¡¯t know that Lang Jianbai uses this wine glass  Would drinking have the same effect?

    Xuanwu Vientiane, what exactly did that person mean?  Mo Xiaoyu was drinking while looking at the painting in front of him. At this time, Lang Jianbai was reduced to a small follower. He stood aside, not daring to say anything. After watching Mo Xiaoyu finish drinking, he was stunned for a while and picked up his pen.  In one go.

    Lang Jianbai is a national first-class artist who has painted paintings for decades, and he copied Fu Baoshi¡¯s painting for more than half a year and painted it many times. It can be said that the painting seems to be printed on the  My mind is average, so I remember every detail of the painting very clearly.

    "This painting is almost unreal, Mo Xiaoyu, how did you do it?" Lang Jianbai asked, suppressing the excitement in his heart.

    "The painting you copied is very good, but there are a few places where the pen is very blunt. I just smoothed it out a bit, and the depiction of the characters seems unnatural and a bit artificial, so I left it at the end of the painting.  , in one go, otherwise, stillThere will be traces of copying." Now Mo Xiaoyu can not only draw, but also comment, which impresses Lang Jianbai.

    Even so, this is only for individual paintings, Mo Xiaoyu may be talking nonsense, but after all, there is not much in his mind, and these few comments still remember what Lang Jianbai said to himself when talking about paintings before,  It's just that Lang Jianbai probably doesn't remember right now.

    In the next few days, Lang Jianbai basically sat and discussed with Mo Xiaoyu in the basement every night, wishing to impart everything he had learned all his life.  Genius, how can I not be excited.

    This kid took this opportunity to drink all the fine wine that Lang Jianbai had hidden. Lang Jianbai talked there, and Mo Xiaoyu drank there, as if he could never drink enough. Every time Lang Jianbai talked and talked  , Mo Xiaoyu fell drunk on the ground, Lang Jianbai shook his head helplessly, a talent is a talent, but what should I do if he is so addicted to alcohol?

    But what surprised Lang Jianbai was that although Mo Xiaoyu was drunk and sleepy, Mo Xiaoyu could memorize the knowledge he taught verbatim. At the beginning, Lang Jianbai still cared about him and advised him to drink less  A little bit, but in the end, not only did he ignore it, but also brought a lot of good wine from outside. With Lang Jianbai's reputation, would he still want to drink some good wine?

    "Where did you get drunk? You reeked of alcohol and dared to drive back. It's my car. What if it gets caught?" Ji Kexin was furious when she saw Mo Xiaoyu coming back reeking of alcohol.  .

    This kid has gone too far since he worshiped Lang Jianbai as his teacher, so when Mo Xiaoyu came in, he didn't give him a good face, but Mo Xiaoyu knew the truth of people under the eaves, so he didn't talk to Ji Kexin at all.  Noisy, going to the kitchen to cook on his own, playing the role of a nanny very well.

    "Hey, I'm asking you something, the wings are hard, aren't they?"  Ji Kexin walked up to Mo Xiaoyu reluctantly, stretched out her hand to push Mo Xiaoyu, and asked.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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