Zhong Yue walked to the long table, thought for a while, then picked up the pen on one side, and used Xu Wei's ink splashing style to draw a bunch of ink grapes on the paper.

Qi Baishi's painting style is also a freehand painting mainly splashed ink flowers and birds, and he admires Xu Wei himself very much. Seeing this bunch of ink grapes on Zhong Yue's paper, a hint of joy appeared in his eyes, "Your paintings are already quite freehand paintings for Xu Wen, but my own paintings are a little unreleased. Don't learn from me when you paint yours."

Zhong Yue put down his pen and was a little amused. He came to find Mr. Bai Shi to make up for the lack of [Xu Wei's freehand painting method]. No one can give me some advice. Qi Bai Shi symbolically praised him. Could it be that he would not teach the techniques? So he walked around the long table and said, "Mr. Bai Shishan, I came here to seek art, don't you keep it out."

Qi Baishi put his hands in the big pocket of his shirt, looked thoughtful, and said slowly: "Look for art..."

"Um."

"It's not impossible to accept you as a disciple, but you are here by yourself, nor are you introduced by an old friend..."

Zhong Yue looked up at the eyes under the lens, not understanding what Qi Baishi said, so he asked, "Sir, say something."

"Ahem, I mean, since you want to be my disciple, you must follow my rules when you become a disciple."

“That’s natural.”

Qi Baishi sat on the single sofa and said, "Over the entrusted by old friends, virtue and talent are in line with my wishes. I will always accept two small yellow croakers. You, this is not an introduction to old friends, and virtue and talent are mediocre. Just, I will only accept three big yellow croakers."

“…”

Zhong Yue looked like he saw a ghost. What an old friend would introduce him? If I asked an old friend to introduce him, then I would really have to see him. Seeing the golden "little yellow croaker" in the hand of Baishishan, Zhong Yue immediately thought to himself: An old money-loving fan...

In fact, Zhong Yue has heard a lot of stories about Qi Baishi. Compared to the legendary life of a powerful art master, Bai Shi Shanweng's artistic career seemed like a bowl of white porridge with some pickled cucumbers and pickled vegetables.

I worked as a carpenter in the first half of my life, and later I sold paintings to make a living. I had no thrilling experience, but it was like a weathered bluestone slab, which became stronger and stronger as I grew older.

Xu Beihong's evaluation of Baishishan Weng is very interesting.

"Baishishan, you're so thief!"

Yes, it may be because he was used to poor days, which made Bai Shishan develop a thrifty and family-oriented attitude, and he was even a little stingy and stingy. The rice cooked at home was measured by him every day. When the aunt at home made crabs, Qi Baishi even counted the crabs, for fear of servants stealing them. As for the "yellow croaker" he earned from selling paintings, he hid it in his clothes and sat and lie down. So Zhong Yue listened to the sound from his pocket and understood that the "yellow croaker" in his mouth was not a real yellow croaker.

But gold...

Zhong Yue came to his senses and said, "I understand. Since ancient times, I have to pay attention to the six rituals. Don't worry, I will bring them next time."

When Bai Shishan heard Zhong Yue's advancement, he laughed and said to himself that this kid was really sensible. He sat back in his seat with Zhong Yue, then he brought out two plates of pastries from a biscuit box and smiled and said, "You eat."

"I won't eat anymore... I'm full." Zhong Yue was afraid that he would eat Bai Shiweng's pastry, so the old man fought with him.

Qi Baishi smiled and said, "That was just polite. This one was bought by Yiming a few days ago to honor me. You can try it."

Zhong Yue shook his head firmly.

Qi Baishi grabbed a piece of flower cake from the small plate, thought about it, and handed it to Zhong Yue, "Try it."

"..." Zhong Yue had no choice but to use his teeth to touch the pastry and signal that he had already tasted it.

Qi Baishi smiled, "After eating my manuscript cake, you are my disciple. Your paintings are actually very stylish."

"How can I draw better?"

Qi Baishi walked to the long table, raised his pen, raised it over his head, and kept holding it.

"Do you understand?"

Zhong Yue shook his head, "I don't understand."

Qi Baishi, who was in the Xiangtan accent, frowned and said, "You are indeed stupid, you are not as smart as Keran and Kuchan."

“…”

Zhong Yue stood up and said, "Please give me some advice."

"Is this money not going to fall down all the time, do you understand?"

"What you mean is to keep drawing?"

Bai Shiweng nodded and said, "I'm always drawing at a high level."

"Been taught a lesson."

Bai Shiweng put his pen aside and asked, "What are you going to learn from me? Landscape, flowers and birds or figure paintings?"

Zhong Yue said: "Learn to draw shrimps."

Bai Shiweng sat on the sofa and said, "It's good for me to draw cabbage. Do you want to learn it?"

Zhong Yue was stunned, "It's okay, I will learn whatever sir teaches me, it doesn't matter."

Qi Baishi said, "Okay. That's it today, come here early tomorrow."

Zhong Yue walked out of the inner room and was about to exit the painting system. Bai Shiweng walked over quickly and said, "Don't forget the yellow croaker!"

"Okay." Zhong Yue said to himself, he was convinced by this old money-lover.

...

...

Shanghai

Cao Gongsu adjusted his strategy and adjusted the price comprehensively. However, in just half a month, the new product of Little Paint was launched and immediately sold in the mid-range market, once again consolidating its position as the leader in the ink industry.

Cao Morong was still on vacation in Southeast Asia. After receiving the news, he rushed back to Shanghai that night and saw reports on the table, his face was ashamed.

"The Cao family's century-old foundation was ruined by my hands! Mo Rong was ashamed of his ancestors!"

Cao Xilan held the old man coldly with his eyes and said, "Grandpa, the situation has not reached the worst level yet. Cao Gongsu has not yet collapsed. Our products still have many customers. Although the market share is less than before, Cao's company has a very good profit this year."

"Shut up! How did you promise me at the beginning? How much time was given to you? Why? Are you worthy of my trust? Get out! Unworthy descendants!"

Cao Xilan knelt on the ground, "Grandpa, it's really that Zhong Yue and Ouyang Kaishan join forces, forcing us Cao Gongsu to be powerless. Look at their products. Come on, come here!"

Cao Morong looked at the product with a little paint, his hands trembled slightly, and then sighed, "I'm really doing business."

"Grandpa, we still have a chance to win. As long as we get a little painted ink, we still have a chance to turn the tables!" A trace of ruthlessness flashed in Cao Xilan's eyes.

Cao Morong touched his grandson's head, "Xilan... People have to go the right path. Don't mess with these things anymore. It is their ability to eat market share, you have to recognize it. You, go and write a letter of war."

"A letter of war?"

"That's right. Cao Gongsu's business can be lost, but his reputation cannot be lost!"

Cao Morong stood up and said, "I want to fight with him! Although the old Cao family's blue gold kirin is no longer produced, it cannot be buried in its reputation!"
Chapter completed!