"Boss, why are the seeds here just like a joke?" I asked.

Boss Jeff said angrily: "It's obviously you're talking nonsense, okay? My goods are all first-class authentic top-notch products!"

I looked at the dusty old bag with some disgust, "It might have been an authentic product ten years ago, but now it is probably the same as "The First Snow in 2002"..."

"I always feel that your description is a bit malicious..."

Boss Jeff touched his beard that looked like Lu Xiaofeng. "The Federal Republic of China has been changing with each passing year. I heard that a tree has emerged that can produce three high-quality varieties of different crops. However, the franchise of these crop seeds is firmly controlled. Where can I buy a small shop like me..."

It is not convenient for me to explain to Boss Jeff that seeds and other things are meaningless to me.

No matter what garbage plants I buy, as long as they can be recognized by the colonists' system, they can be transformed into fast-growing and high-yield crops in my hands, directly ignoring the laws of nature.

Last time, the profiteer gave me a bag of potato seeds suspected to have been boiled in boiling water, which I planted into super grains. Therefore, what I need most is the category, and I don’t care about the quality of these seeds.

But taking this opportunity, can't I just keep a good price?

Otherwise, just look at the face of the profiteer in front of me, and I feel that he is already planning how much my organs can be sold...

"Let me see what seeds there are..."

I deliberately picked and chose, "Corn seeds... Corn Xiaofu was ecstatic. I could even imagine that the bald man said with a simple smile, 'JFK, I'm going to come in...'"

Of course, I am talking about the Cuban missile crisis, which was when Corschoff wanted to deploy the thick and powerful Ivan in the back garden of the United States. Don’t think wrongly.

"And onions hey..."

I picked up another bag of seeds and couldn't help but burst into tears, making Boss Jeff dumbfounded.

"The smell is a little irritating, making me cry..."

"Marcus, what are you doing? This is just a bag of seeds, not a whole onion! Why are you so smoky that you cry!"

I held the onion seeds and wiped my tears and couldn't help but say, "No boss, the onion has entered my eyes. I didn't cry. This is probably the sadness of the giant king Yum."

Boss Jeff showed his emotional side very rarely, "Is Wang Yum your friend? You must have a good relationship, right?"

...Luffy, the thief from Shanghai, said he was very confused.

I put down the onion seeds, lowered my head and put my hands on my chest, sending my condolences to a great and upright knight and a noble friendship.

"Jack Bardo, the knight of Catali, comes to fulfill his promise."

Seeing that I looked down and silent, this time, Boss Jeff burst into tears, "Marcus, I think you have a lot of artistic talent. These ordinary plant seeds can trigger many associations. With your abundant feelings, are you interested in learning to cook with me... Bah Bah Bah Bah Bah Bah Bah Bah, are you interested in learning to draw with me?"

I flatly refused, "Boss, you don't understand that only storms and swords can knock down big trees. Imagination like my willful ocean cannot be carried by just a canvas!"

Boss Jeff touched his beard and smiled, "Your arrogant feeling has the style of an art master... I have seen many people when I was in the art salon, but not many people dare to be as confident as you."

I put my hands on my hips with complacent words, "You misunderstood, I mean I can't afford it! You can teach me, but don't expect to receive a tuition from me!"

"...Do you know you look shameless and look like a scum?"

Boss Jeff was speechless for a while, and pulled an oil easel from the side, spread his hands and said, "Since I decided to teach you, it must be free. Like when I was learning painting, the teacher never charged me a penny for tuition..."

I exclaimed: "Everyone says that the art world is a circle of fame and fortune, but I didn't expect it to be so noble and noble?"

Boss Jeff couldn't help but say proudly: "Of course. At that time, many young female painters wanted to teach me for free, but no one mentioned the tuition fee - they just kept asking me when I would marry her after teaching..."

...This person obviously didn't learn to draw, but was he a Kaizi?

"Do they often ask you to sponsor a solo exhibition?"

"How do you know!" Boss Jeff said in surprise.

Surprised you as a hammer!

You deserve to be controlled by your wife. Just as Boss Jeff was like this when he was young, he had to beat him to death if he had other women.

I gave a thumbs up to the two women in Boss Jeff’s house in my heart.

A hermit who uses marriage to transform a brainless slutty young man into a hermit who is indifferent to fame and fortune.

A person who is born to turn a life without desires and desires into a five-good father who works at home.

I really don’t know whether Ms. Sha Xia and Karen’s mother are the nobles in the fate of Boss Jeff or the Demon Star.

"I tell you, the association ability you show is barely qualified, but to meet the conditions for my discipleship, you have to show more talent!"

Boss Jeff was already standing in front of the drawing board seriously, took off his unfinished work, replaced it with a brand new canvas, and said domineeringly.

"What talent?" I asked.

Boss Jeff picked up the drawing board and said with a serious expression, "As a painter, the creative skills are second to you, because these things can be achieved through acquired training, and sometimes they can even become an inescapable stalemate, hindering the formation of your painting style. The most important thing is to transcend ordinary people's imagination!"

He waved his brush and talked, "We painted not to make a living and please others, but to first implement our souls in the works and impress the viewers with unique crystallization of will!"

"For example, my area of ​​expertise is horror painting! Even now, my pseudonym has maintained a certain reputation in the federal art circle. With my experience of nautical adventures and the fear of the huge deep-sea creatures created with my imagination has impressed countless young people!"

...Boss Dart, wake up! Those things were not fantasized by you at all. I bet you must have seen those unexplained existences with your own eyes!

My eyelids twitched and looked at his semi-final works. The sea storms and twisted shadows that were still familiar, as well as the crazy atmosphere that enveloped the world, I instantly knew what happened to this naturally foolish businessman.

"boss……"

I patted his shoulder with a heavy tone, "Although everyone's fantasies are free, I still recommend you go to see a psychologist..."

Boss Jeff pushed my hand away in confusion and forced the brush into my hand.

"Don't say so much, show your potential! My next test is stumped by countless beginners and enthusiasts. The boundaries that they will never break in their entire lives!"

He waved his hands like a madman, then felt something was wrong, and quickly took a few deep breaths to restore his temperament to the unfathomable state of a senior master, with vicissitudes and persuasion in his tone.

"Marcus, you have to try to draw something that does not exist in reality."

The voice of Boss Jeff was heard, which scared me so much that I quickly touched my face, making sure there was no strange interface or QR code.

Don't say such suspicious things!

I'm not a bionic person with the model RK200!

But this problem of Boss Jeff has aroused my interest.

This question sounds very simple.

If things that do not exist in reality are just simple lists, then the ending of the Conan series codenamed 22, Yoshihiro Tomika who likes to draw comics, can be regarded as such things.

If you think so, then the three-legged living person, the winged horse, and the legendary SSR card can be directly identified as "things that do not exist in the real world."

But is the problem that simple?

To put it another way, what I listed are actually extensions of "something" that already exists in people's concepts, but in fact they have existed in this world in the form of concepts.

For example, a horse with wings, this fantasy creature may have been painted on rock paintings by drunk primitive people shortly after the birth of human civilization. I now mention it is just a pick-up of people's teeth.

Of course, I can draw a creature with three heads and six arms, and then say that this thing does not exist in the world, and I am already qualified.

But this will definitely not reflect creativity, and it will even be directly summarized by Boss Jeff as a stupid donkey and trojan horse.

Well... the advantage of this method is that you don’t need to talk too much with people who have no potential to test their potential and insight, and avoid unnecessary playing the piano against the cow.

The painting art circle is indeed talented.

Therefore, the biggest difficulty is here - to create something that goes beyond my cognitive boundaries, and to make my brain have materials to draw and shape.

This kind of contradictory thing that seems to be there or not, like Schrödinger's ** is what Boss Jeff wants to test me!

But my thinking instantly discovered a deeper problem.

There is actually a paradox in this problem, that is, the absolute illusion in my mind cannot coexist with the absolute truth on the canvas. If I waste my energy on searching the concept, it will inevitably be futile.

Therefore, this question actually tests how to organically combine the imagination in your mind with the real existence in reality.

The two seem to be the same, but in fact, you must pass through the two realms of seeing the mountain as a mountain and not a mountain in order to break into the third level of seeing the mountain as a mountain, and to reach the point of returning to nature...

I realized it!

I shouted, raised my brush with my eyes, and randomly dipped it in paint, and began to paint it on the canvas without any knowledge. The high-speed eye movement kept observing the surrounding scenery, as if searching for everything available.

Boss Jeff was almost scared away by my roar, but out of curiosity, it might have been a bit unexpected for me to draw so quickly, so he continued to watch my magical operation.

"Select a job command: Draw a drawing."

...Ahem, sorry for letting everyone down. In fact, my voice was also scared by the colonists system.

I didn't expect that a dialog box would pop up suddenly in the colonizer system, asking me if I would start painting here.

The last time I carved artworks were made with messy things in my memory, such as Namo Gatlin Bodhisattva and the jade-like villain in Big Pineapple 2.

From this point of view, we can know that the colonists system does not have a level of artistic creation, and will only combine things I have seen together to create some plausible objects.

No matter how exquisite such craftsmanship is, it is just the result of the pinnacle of craftsmen and the random arrangement and combination.

Sure enough, what appeared on the canvas was a scene from the grocery store.

The brush in my hand just lightly painted the paint, which restored the messy grocery store hall to life, and the expression on the face of the tongue-in-mouthed boss Jeff was fully reproduced.

The colonists' systematic painting techniques are extremely pure. Usually painters need a lot of time to consider colors, light and dark, lines, texture, brushstrokes, texture, light, composition, and visual effects that can be achieved by stacking them layer by layer. They are formed without any pressure under my pen, and are naturally formed as the pigments spread!

Rub, pat, sweep, chop, pull and other techniques also appear seamlessly in my pen, and they act like they are completely different from a beginner!

"The eminent painting method of transparent and thin coating on dark parts and opaque and thick coating on bright parts! You have actually been exposed to two classical techniques and have achieved a perfect integration!"

Boss Jeff's hair was almost pulled down by him. He shouted and watched me finish the last stroke, and stood there in one breath.
To be continued...