Zhang Laifu was wearing a Zhongshan suit and sat against Zhong Yue under an incandescent lamp.

He put down the newspaper, looked up at his uneasy apprentice, frowned, saying that he was participating in a college student competition, why did he suddenly become famous overnight?

"What do you think?"

Zhong Yue hugged his knees and ate the braised food in the bowl, and said, "I can't figure it out, so I came to find you, Master."

Zhang Laifu yawned, "Who do you think it will be?"

"There are only two kinds of people, one who wants to pull me and the other who wants to harm me."

"Aren't you talking nonsense?" Zhang Laifu touched his chin, "But I want to harm you, that won't be the case. Look, this front page headline, and this is a big page, and it's a tens of thousands of yuan, is it necessary to publish your work in such a large page?"

"Um."

"What does he mean to you?"

"It seems that there is nothing to be worthwhile." The most valuable thing in Zhong Yue now is probably the Yashe shop at the foot of Xiaohe Mountain, and that painting may be even more valuable.

Zhang Laifu said: "That's all. Since that's the case, what are you still worried about? Just be afraid of a little bit."

"What?"

Zhang Laifu stared into Zhong Yue's eyes, "That person doesn't really want to make you famous, but he borrows you from hype."

"Hyphon? What to copy?"

"Master, if I know, I can go to tell fortunes with someone. What you have to remember is that no matter whether it is true or false, you must be able to keep your original heart and endure loneliness."

Zhong Yue nodded, "I know this." To be honest, he is not very excited until now. As for the media, he still knows how much he can be.

"At worst, just stay away from the door."

Zhang Laifu shook his head and smiled, "You don't know."

"What's the meaning?"

"Since he wants to take advantage of your power, you avoid it. This is the worst strategy. As for the best strategy, you have to know how to take advantage of the power. If someone makes a fire and cooks for you, don't you be jealous of the fish in the pot?"

Zhong Yue rolled his eyes, "Master, you just said to keep your heart. In just three minutes, I let me eat the bowl and look at the pot?"

Zhang Laifu smiled and held a cigarette in his mouth. When he thought he was about to go to bed, he stuffed it back into the cigarette box and yawned and said, "It depends on how you grasp it."

Zhong Yue understood what Zhang Laifu meant. The person who helped him make the front page headlines obviously wanted to tell him something, but Zhong Yue couldn't figure out what medicine was sold in the gourd now, but no matter what he sold, it was obvious that if Zhong Yue helped him sell it, he would have to say it out of him. Instead of doing so, it would be much wiser to sell his own medicine first.

"From now on, don't keep calligraphy everywhere. Even if you are a familiar person, even if you keep it, try not to sign it if you don't sign it."

"I know." Zhong Yue understood what Zhang Laifu meant. There were many masters of calligraphy and painting in history. It was not that their works were bad, but that they had too many works, so they could not be sold at auctions. Scarcity was expensive. In this way, it seemed that before they became famous, they began to be covered with the smell of copper. However, Zhong Yue did not have such a corrupt scholar-official and hypocritical spirit. Qi Baishi, Zheng Banqiao, and Jin Nong all sold paintings and characters to make a living, and no one in the calligraphy and painting world sneered at it.

As a craft, half a craftsman and half a literate person naturally have to make a living by doing this. If you don’t talk about money, do you still talk about feelings?

After leaving Zhang Laifu's house, Zhong Yue walked on the country road, thinking about who was doing it.

If you really want to make him famous, you should say hello in advance. What if you don’t accept such a sudden front page headline?

greet?

Zhong Yue, who was walking on the country road, took out his cell phone and suddenly remembered himself.

Mediocre people in the world?

Could it be him?

Until now, the news still stayed yesterday. Zhong Yue was curious and wanted to ask if it was him, but he still stopped. He asked this question a bit at a disadvantage. Since someone wanted to play, Zhong Yue also wanted to see what tricks he played. Zhang Laifu was right. No matter what tricks the other party played, it was true that he could keep his true heart.

When he returned home, Zhong Yue first entered the brushwork system to observe the nine powers of the gods and man.

The ability to write Lingfei Sutra to such a level depends entirely on this method.

Every time I observe, Zhong Yue can always understand different experiences. Especially that stroke, the ink rhyme falls and all things are born. What does it mean?

Until now, he still cannot understand it.

The magical and man's brushwork was fleeting. Zhong Yue sat on the ruins for a long time and finally walked into the Jinnong chat room. Wen Zhengming now turned into a black shadow. Judging from the meaning, it was the same as when the lacquer book was not yet perfect. He was less than 100% proficient. This Mr. Hengshan refused to show up. As for Wang Ximeng, Zhong Yue talked with him very well, but there were also some who were young and some were bad.

Wang Ximeng poured him chicken soup all day long.

Yes, a student of the Emperor, Hanlin Academy of Painting, who was eighteen years old, was in his prime. According to today's standards, he can be regarded as a successful young elite. If such a person doesn't give you chicken soup, would he still be filled with pesticides?

Compared to Wang Ximeng, Zhong Yue is still happy to talk to Jin Nong.

The courtyard is a bit dilapidated.

Last time, Lao Jin was eating chicken. This time Zhong Yue came over, mixed green onions with tofu, and put a bowl of porridge on the table.

"Mr. Dongxin."

"My friend Zhong."

"Sir is famous, why is he so embarrassed?"

Jin Nong shook his pigtails and smiled silly: "The pods are green, the beans are white. The pods are fat and the autumn rain is wet. I want to see the taste of lunch in the field, and I don't know what it feels like when I ask the noble people of meat."

"When Mr. Sir, I traveled through mountains and rivers, and I don't know how to support him?" Zhong Yue had heard Jin Nong say before that most of China had his footprints, so he wouldn't be a poor person.

Jin Nong looked at Zhong Yue and said, "It depends entirely on my dad. I have several fields at home and several areas on the Qiantang River."

“…”

Rich second generation.

Jin Nong smiled and said, "The family is rich and has made friends. He also does some business with literati and chooses some skilled craftsmen who are good at calligraphy and painting to take on business. After that, the family has fallen and is not good at management, so he becomes poor when he lives a life of poverty, so he re-entered his old career and sells calligraphy and painting."

"Sir, since he has made many friends, why has he fallen to this point?"

Jin Nong laughed and said, "If I want to do business, the salt merchants in Yangzhou will not be worthy of carrying my shoes, but I just spent that effort."

"Sir, do money matter?"

"When you have money, you should consider it as dirt. When you have no money, you need to know that it is not about writing for money, but about making money for calligraphy and painting. That's it. You know, calligraphy and painting, it costs money."

Zhong Yue asked again: "What is the most profitable sir?"

"Banqiao said that my landscapes are not as good as people, characters are not as good as melons and fruits, and melons and fruits are not as good as flowers and birds. Among them, plum blossoms are the best. So I make the most money in painting plum blossoms."

"Another question, can you teach me how to draw plum blossoms?"

Jin Nong looked old-fashioned and frowned: "The system won't let it..."
Chapter completed!