Start the lottery!

The flowing light was running, and a circle dragging its long tail kept rotating in the turntable. Zhong Yue had a few promising things in his mind, but the lottery was up to fate.

bite!

The sound stopped.

Zhong Yue looked at the turntable. The freezing position of the aperture was in the upper and middle position of the turntable. However, before Zhong Yue could see what he had hit, the stopping light suddenly burst out again.

This is lucky!

Zhong Yue's eyes lit up instantly. This wave is not a loss. This should be the second time he triggered the lucky explosion. Three rewards, no matter what he draws, Zhong Yue feels that he has made a profit. He can't be so lucky to memorize it like this. He should be three pieces of rice paper in a row, which is definitely a secret operation.

bite!

bite!

After two consecutive sounds of dust settled, Zhong Yue looked at the frozen position on the turntable.

【Wolf hair lifts a big pen】:

The control of ink method has been greatly improved

Improved brushwork: 1%

Determination increase time: twenty minutes

Inspiration strengthening period: one hour

Additional features: Drunk and drunken

[Xu Beihong's Secret Method of Drawing Horses]

[Li Keran's secret method to paint cows]

The three prizes are a bit of a useful effect on Zhong Yue at present, and the following two secret techniques are a bit useless. Zhong Yue does not have this matching method yet. He goes to the mall to buy it. It is estimated that it will only be enough to buy one.

Nowadays, Qi Baishi's shrimp, Xu Beihong's horse, Li Keran's cow, and the three peak painters of the Republic of China are all masters in Zhong Yue's hands. After using calligraphy to painting, Zhong Yue will be born in the painting world in the future. I am afraid that the world will be more exciting and shocking!

"Does the host choose to receive the prize?"

"receive."

After Zhong Yue put the prize into the package, he said, "Continue to draw. The prizes he won this time are not satisfactory. There are two more times. I wonder what you can get."

"The number of lottery draws at the host has been exhausted, and the lottery page will be closed soon. Please exit as soon as possible."

"Hmm?" Zhong Yue was stunned, "There are no more than two... Damn, has the relationship been drawn at one time?" He thought that the lucky explosion that was triggered was triggered again, but after hearing the system prompt, he gradually thought about it. This was the winning three times at one time!

Looking at the two secret techniques lying in the package, Zhong Yue could only sigh: "It's useless to eat, it's a pity to throw away."

It is certainly impossible for him to use all his achievements to buy painting methods. Now, Zhong Yue's painting method has made a qualitative leap after absorbing Zhang Sengyou's painting method, but the painters have their own specialties. Qi Baishi's shrimp and cabbage are good at painting horses, but if Baishi Weng paints horses, it may not be well understood.

Now Zhong Yue's painting skills have absorbed Wang Ximeng's green landscapes, Zheng Xie's ink bamboo, Xu Wei's ink splashing flowers and birds, Qi Baishi's ink shrimps, and Zhang Sengyou's Buddha statues. They can be said to be a great painter with rich objects, but they have learned too much. He stared at the ink-yun Tai Chi that would not dissipate above the system, and murmured, "What we need to do now seems to be a comprehensive understanding, not to add any more painting skills."

...

...

Li Qiancheng came again in the afternoon. After he asked Ouyang Guoqing, the answer he got was already the same - Mr. Zhong was in charge of the entire responsibility. Li Qiancheng, who was confused, saw that Huimo cultural exchanges were about to begin, Mr. Zhong in this valley was still motionless like a grand priest, which was so anxious that Li Qiancheng was desperate.

"Mr. Zhong, what do you think of the Huimo Cultural Exchange Conference this weekend?"

"Go." Zhong Yue changed into a set of clothes and prepared to go out.

Li Qiancheng thought, "This Cao Morong is not good at coming. When the time comes, he suddenly attacks. Mr. Zhong, are you prepared for any defense? I think I'd better find some masters to support the scene."

"unnecessary."

Li Qiancheng frowned and said, "Mr. Zhong, don't be careless. This matter is very important. It is related to the development of the company and cannot be ignored."

Zhong Yue looked at Li Qiancheng's solemn appearance and put on his coat, asking, "Manager Li, is it cold outside?"

"Ah?" Li Qiancheng was a little puzzled, "Oh, it's not very cold."

Zhong Yue yawned and said, "Then don't bring a scarf, let's go, let's go."

"Where are you going?"

"You come here, won't you go to the city?"

"I want to go back."

"Will that be done, ride and take me a ride."

“…”

Driver Li Qiancheng.

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...

Zhong Yue took a free ride to the city, arrived at Dexuanzhai, took the framed paintings, and looked at them carefully. He was still very satisfied with his work. Huang Youwei was already beautiful, and she used fine brushwork, three alum and nine dyes to outline the vegetative embryo, which made her even more beautiful.

Modern fine brushwork often does not adopt the ancient method of three alum nine dyeing. One very important factor is that the Chinese painting world is more freehand than fine brushwork in modern times. The top ten modern painters are all mainly freehand brushwork, and the techniques of fine brushwork are slightly used. However, there are people who are a little proficient in pure fine brushwork techniques, such as Zhong Yue, who presents the methods of the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties.

Pang Jun felt incredible. How could such a painter have been? If he hadn't hid it well, if others were to see this painting, it would have been a sensational masterpiece.

After picking up the painting, Zhong Yue became a little nervous.

Li Qiancheng had been sent away by him and explained a few words: Don’t forget to go to the Cultural Palace to join the Huimo Exchange Conference on the weekend, so you took the bus back to the county and thought about what to say along the way.

After getting off the bus, near the station, Zhong Yue stared at the sweet potatoes roasted in the diesel barrel, looked at them for a long time, and walked slowly over.

"Handsome guy, have some roasted sweet potatoes, it tastes good."

Zhong Yue stared at the red-hearted sweet potatoes that had already been baked from the bucket and were sticking to the skin with shiny red hearts, and said, "How to sell them?"

"Not expensive, five dollars per pound."

Zhong Yue smiled and said, "You must know that selling sweet potatoes in their hometown costs 50 cents per pound. This transaction is really a huge profit industry. Although their ink industry with a little paint is high-end quality, the cost of ink is astonishingly expensive. I won't mention the Jinzun series. [10,000 pestles] is simple in the formula, and this cost surprised Zhong Yue. The main reason is that the raw materials are scarce. The cost per ounce is about 100, and the selling price is only 200 to 350, which is not outrageously ten times the profit. This is just the cost of materials, not including labor, advertising, packaging, etc.

Zhong Yue bought a sweet potato and held it in his hand, and it felt warm. Such a sweet potato was only a little over eight liang, but once he put it on the scale.

The vendor smiled with yellow teeth, "One pound, three ounces, I will collect you six ounces and five."

Zhong Yue smiled and said, "It's so heavy."

The vendors packed the plastic bags and smiled tacitly, "That's, the sugar is enough, it's heavy! You eat it, it's sweet."

Zhong Yue held it in his hand and was about to find the owner of the painting, but he always felt it was not good, so he called in advance.

"Hey, is it the Third Master?"

"Zhong Yue?"

"Is Youwei at home? She asked me to draw a painting before, but now it has been framed and I want to send it to her."

"Youwei went abroad. Didn't she tell you that night?"

The sweet potatoes in Zhong Yue's hand fell to the ground, and his heart was a little confused...

"So this painting was not painted for her..." Zhong Yue suddenly realized.
Chapter completed!