The flower protector of the female president

Although Chen Xing found a breakthrough, there are still many uncertainties.

For example, Li Sumei's family members may not have reported to the police at that time, and they may not have filed a report, and the filing situation may not be detailed.More importantly, the name Li Sumei told Chen Xing may not be her real name.

All these will bring a lot of trouble to Shen Yuejun looking for information, so Chen Xing is not in a hurry to ask Shen Yuejun for information, but returns to the villa and has a good sleep.

The most important thing for Chen Xing right now is to find the jade pendant.For him, this jade pendant is not only a necessary item for practicing and advancing, but also the key for him to find his life experience, so this is the most important thing.But judging from the current situation, Chen Xing can only take one step at a time.

Apart from this big event, Chen Xing still has some trivial matters to deal with.One thing that is close at hand is that his "Starlight" painting workshop is about to open.

After Chen Xing arrived in Longyang, Zhao Qian, the person in charge of the Red Star Wharf, handed over all matters such as addressing and decoration.

Zhao Qian was also conscientious, taking care of Chen Xing's "Starlight" painting studio from site selection to decoration.In fact, Zhao Qian was completely inexperienced in the decoration of the painting studio. Fortunately, the beautiful painter Xu Qing offered to help and gave a lot of guidance, and then successfully completed the decoration of the "Light of the Stars" painting workshop.

Zhao Qian came to the painting workshop early this morning, looking at the clean and tidy painting workshop, simple yet artistic decoration, he nodded with satisfaction, and murmured: "If Brother Xing comes back and sees it, he should also see it. Are you satisfied?"

There is only one signboard missing for Starlight Painting Workshop.

Xu Qing, a beautiful painter, told Zhao Qian yesterday that some friends from the Jiangdu Calligraphy Association will be invited over today to write some signboards for Chen Xing to choose.So Zhao Qian came very early today. After all, they were friends invited by beautiful woman Xu, and they were all artists with status, so he couldn't be neglected.

After nine o'clock, Zhao Qian saw five or six people walking into Starlight. These people were of different ages, some were in their early thirties, and some were in their 60s and [-]s.He hurried forward to say hello: "Aren't you masters invited by painter Xu to come and write?"

Those visitors looked very arrogant, they just glanced at Zhao Qian, did not speak, and continued to look at the decoration in the workshop.

One of the long-haired youths said to Zhao Qian: "Are you the boss here? That's right, Miss Xu invited us here. She has something to do today, so let's come here first!"

"Uh, I'm not the boss. Our boss hasn't come back from his business trip. Sit down first, and I'll pour tea for you!" Zhao Qian said, and went to pour tea for them.

Someone waved his hand and said, "No need, you can skip the tea, you'd better get your pens ready!"

"Running pen?" Zhao Qian didn't quite understand.

Those people from the Jiangdu Calligraphy Association glanced at each other with contemptuous smiles on their faces.

"Sure enough, he is a person who doesn't know anything. It's really difficult to talk to ordinary people!" Someone shook his head and said.

"Haha, brother Changqing, these people only have money in their eyes, how can they understand art?" Someone glanced at Zhao Qian again.

These people chattered, as if Zhao Qian had said something extremely ridiculous and stupid, which offended their sacred art.

Zhao Qian was quite embarrassed.Although he has studied for a few years, he can still recognize a lot of characters, but he is not interested in art at all, and he has no idea what these people mean by embellishing the pen.Naturally, he couldn't understand why asking a question made him a vulgar person.

Although he didn't think he was very elegant.

Finally, it was the long-haired young man who explained to Zhao Qian: "You don't understand Runbi either? Your level of education is too low, and you still want to open a painting workshop like others? Isn't this tarnishing art? Runbi is for writing and poetry in ancient times. Do you understand the rewards of those who

Damn, it turned out that it was asking for money!You're still so vain, why don't you just say no?Just now I said that I only have money in the eyes of a vulgar person, but I don't think you are so elegant!Zhao Qian muttered in his heart for a while.

He knew that it was inevitable to hire someone to write, and he was a person in the art world.

"Then how appropriate are your opinions?" Zhao Qian asked about the price.

Those people looked at each other again, and the words they exchanged in their eyes seemed to be saying, this person seems to understand nothing, so let's kill him!

It was the long-haired young man who said, "One word is 1 yuan!"

Zhao Qian was stunned for a moment. Although he didn't understand the market, he knew the idiom that a word is worth a thousand gold. These people asked for a price of 1 yuan, which sounds very high.He originally wanted to bargain, but he thought that "Starlight" was only three words, which was only 3 yuan. These people are artists, so they are worth it.

"Okay, no problem!" Zhao Qian nodded in agreement.

The pen, ink, and paper were all prepared yesterday, and Zhao Qian immediately spread them out.

Standing in front of the table, those few people actually gave way to each other. They all looked like gentlemen, extremely courteous and thoughtful.Pushing back and forth, finally, the oldest person said to the long-haired young man: "Xiao Lu, you come first, your modern calligraphy is very good in Jiangdu, and you will be feared by the younger generation!"

The long-haired young man replied: "That still has to be cultivated by the president, so I will write first with the cheek!"

After the long-haired young man finished speaking, he grabbed the long brush in his hand, tapped the ink, and scratched hard on the white paper.After finishing the work, he took a step back and took a look, then put down his pen, and said to the other companions: "I'm making a fool of myself in front of all the seniors!"

"Oh, the words written by Xiao Lu are really quite modern!"

"Yeah, it's pretty good. Xiao Lu's calligraphy has a peculiar structure, and also incorporates western design concepts. He really is a rare talent in modern calligraphy!"

There were praises one after another, but Zhao Qian couldn't understand it at all.I just feel that the handwriting written by the long-haired young man is not only weird, but also ugly, high and low, you squeeze me and I squeeze yours, in Zhao Qian's eyes, it is ugly.But he is a person who doesn't understand art, so he can't say much.

After the long-haired youth finished writing the three characters "Starlight", another person came up and wrote the three characters "Starlight", and then the voice of praise continued continuously.

Zhao Qian thought to himself, maybe they are planning for everyone to write a picture for themselves to choose. It seems that the friends Xu Qing invited are more reliable!

After everyone finished writing, Zhao Qian hurried forward to thank him.

The person who was called the president by the peers waved his hand and said, "No need to thank you, we are all busy, just give us these words!"

"Okay, I'll give you 3 yuan right now!" Zhao Qian was also straightforward.

Since someone else came and wrote so readily, of course he has to behave more readily, isn't it 3 yuan, anyway, the budget given by Brother Xing is still enough!

The long-haired young man suddenly smiled and said to Zhao Qian: "You can't count! Why is it 3 yuan? How many people have we come?"

"What's the matter? There are six of you." Zhao Qian was a little puzzled.

"That's right, six of us, each wrote three characters, three times six is ​​eighteen! How can it be thirty thousand?" The long-haired youth began to teach Zhao Qian arithmetic.

Zhao Qian was suddenly dumbfounded.

What he understood just now was that these six people were invited by Xu Qing to write, and the price they negotiated was 1 yuan per word, and "Starlight" was three characters, so of course they just paid 3 yuan.As for all six of them writing once, from Zhao Qian's point of view, it was just that they were going to write six characters and asked Zhao Qian to choose one.

But, unexpectedly, what they said was that everyone's words count as money!
This is obviously very unreasonable. You wrote six signboards, and my workshop can't hang all of them!

Zhao Qian was about to refute, but heard a voice at the door: "Who can't count? Come on, let me do the counting. I'm the best at counting. The nursery school aunts have praised me, saying that I will definitely be a mathematician when I grow up!"

Everyone in the room turned their heads to look, only to see a young man with messy hair walking into the door, with a very rustic appearance.

Zhao Qian was overjoyed and called out, "Brother Xing, why did you come back?"

The one who came was naturally Chen Xing. After he had a good night's sleep last night, he came over early this morning to see the progress of his Starlight Painting Workshop.

"Yesterday." Chen Xing said.

Zhao Qian introduced to those members of the Calligraphy Association: "This is the owner of our painting workshop. He just came back from a business trip yesterday."

"Oh, he's the boss? I don't see what he's capable of. Why does Xu Qing still say he can draw?"

"Miss Xu has lost her sight!"

"Don't say it's useless, this kind of upstart, tell him to prepare 18 yuan!"

Those members of the Calligraphy Association whispered to each other as if no one else was there, completely treating Chen Xing as transparent.

Zhao Qian was about to introduce these people to Chen Xing, but Chen Xing waved his hand, obviously guessing who they were.

"You are all called by Mr. Xu to help me write the signboard? Very good, very good, money is easy to discuss, I have to see how your handwriting is!" Chen Xing walked over to see how these people wrote. word.

The long-haired youth smiled and said: "We are all members of the Calligraphy Association, and you don't know how to do it, so you can keep it if you write it for you. If it weren't for the invitation of Miss Xu, you wouldn't be able to invite us! "

Chen Xing pointed to the uneven, you squeeze me, I squeeze your handwriting, and said to the long-haired young man, "Is this your handwriting? How much is it?"

The long-haired youth nodded and said, "That's right, my words. As I said just now, one word is 1 yuan."

Chen Xing nodded and said nothing, then read all the characters of the remaining six people, then clapped his hands, and said to several people from the Calligraphy Association: "Very good, each character is 1 yuan, here are eighteen characters in total, That's 18, right?"

The long-haired youth nodded sarcastically and said, "That's right, you are indeed better than your buddy. It seems that you are right to be the boss!"

Chen Xing suddenly stretched out his hand to the six people and said, "Give me the money!"

The six people called by Xu Qing were dumbfounded. Someone asked, "Hey, what kind of money will you give? Who will pay whom?"

"Of course you gave it to me. Could it be that I gave it to you?" Chen Xing felt that they were all out of their minds.

"I said, is there something wrong with your brain? Why did we give you money?" said the long-haired youth.

"Of course you have to give me money. Your characters are so ugly. If you want to get the honor of my studio, you want to hang them in my studio. One character is 1 yuan, and 18 characters is [-] yuan! This is still hanging If the price is not noticed in the corner, if it is hung in an obvious place, the price will double!"

Chen Xing didn't take back his outstretched hand.

Alas, it turns out that making money is so easy!