The Almighty Taoist of the Beautiful President

Chapter 208 Flying and Dancing
Li Changan walked out of the coffee shop, he had to go to work for Su Wanying's foundation.

Walking slowly like this, he suddenly smiled self-consciously: "I seem to be a little harsh on that child Yang Yan, after all, the times are different."

In fact, he was reminded of distant memories by Yang Yan's arrangement in the cafe.

Recalling that when the Chinese homeland was facing the invasion of the British chief, he was determined to kill the enemy chief to save the motherland.So he sneaked into Buckingham Palace in London three times, and went straight into the back garden of the palace twice, but he still didn't kill the killer after all.

Because he finally understood one thing, China's calamity was the collapse of the Qing Dynasty itself, even if Queen Victoria was killed, there would be a second queen appearing, which was a disaster of the times that he could not stop with all his Taoism.

However, that risky infiltration was not fruitless. The brief acquaintance with Queen Victoria also changed the queen's understanding of the ancient East, and even made Li Chang'an unintentionally become the queen's teacher. business foundation.

Li Changan has already walked into Ying'an Fund Company, shaking his head to get rid of those old things, he opened the door, and saw Xia Qing standing there eating, he couldn't help laughing: "Why, only eat at this time breakfast?"

Xia Qing looked up and saw that it was him, but he showed a weird smile, and then threw the shortbread in his hand to the ground with a bang, making the ground full of cake crumbs.

"Xia Qing, what are you doing?" Li Changan stepped forward with a frown, and was stunned.

The girls in the office were all elites carefully selected by Su Wanying. When they were in Haizhou Mansion, they were all beauties in the assistant's office, but now, these office girls are too sloppy.

Waste paper all over the floor, not to mention all kinds of food packaging bags, and half-eaten buns, juice and coffee that may have been intentionally spilled on the ground...

That's all, when Li Changan walked into the lobby of the new company, he was stunned to find traces of paint everywhere.

It is black non-toxic Nippon Paint, with a fruity fragrance, but it is sprinkled all over the white walls, and the scene is simply horrible.

Li Changan stood there touching his chin, and he already understood something: "Hehe, you won't help me clean up today, will you?"

Beauty Xiao Qiao stood up from the desk, and while deeply apologizing, threw the soy milk in her hand into the aisle, and she was in a mess.

And the long-legged beauty, at this moment, lowered her head and smiled and threw out a handful of melon seeds, but said in a low voice: "Brother Li, don't blame us, our task today is to make garbage, Mr. Su said Everyone must complete the prescribed amount, if they can’t, they will be driven back to Haizhou Building to work.”

Xia Qing walked by, and said in a low voice: "Brother Li, you should go and beg President Su, she is just acting petty, who told you to choose someone else last night, as long as you say a few nice words, she will definitely My heart softened."

Li Changan snorted: "Just pampering her like this, that's fine."

Without even looking at Su Wanying's office, he shouted in a deep voice, "Xiaohu!"

The door of Su Wanying's office opened immediately, Zhu Xiaohu walked out quickly, looked at Li Changan and said, "Master, you don't need to say anything, I will help you, I will always be by your side."

Li Changan breathed a sigh of relief, finally there was someone on his side.

After Zhu Xiaohu finished speaking, he picked up the mop and broom, and moved diligently. Xia Qing and the other girls were naturally embarrassed to make garbage, and they all helped Xiaohu clean up.

Li Changan sat on the sofa with a gloomy expression, looking at the opposite wall.

Not to mention, the black paint on the wall is really troublesome.Su Wanying's petty temper was really ruthless.

At this time, Su Wanying in the big office was also walking back and forth at the door restlessly.

The beautiful president bit her nails, feeling sad and angry at times, but worried that she would really anger Li Changan. With this complicated psychology, she stomped her feet fiercely: "I see how you deal with the paint on the wall. If it is not clean, your salary will be deducted, so that you can pay off your debts, and you can only stay with me."

Thinking of this, Su Wanying couldn't help looking at the cafe outside the window.

It would be bad if Li Changan did a good job in the cafe and suddenly got a large tip income.

Su Wanying was worried about gains and losses, and didn't even want to do business, so she sat at the desk, picked up a comic book, and waited for Li Changan to beg her.

Li Changan sat on the sofa for a long time, but his expression became more and more calm. He looked at the slender ball of black paint on the snow-white wall, and it seemed more and more interesting.

Zhu Xiaohu and the girls had already cleaned up the ground, and they were all looking at the dazed Li Changan uneasily.

"Sister Xia, do you think Master has been fooled by anger, why does he always look at the paint on the wall?" Zhu Xiaohu asked in a low voice.

Xia Qing shook his head: "This kind of paint is sticky paint, and it can't be wiped off without special corrosive agents, but if corrosive agents are used, the wall will be destroyed. President Su really created a problem for Brother Li this time. .”

While she was talking, Li Changan stood up, strode to the desk, took out a medium-sized wolfhair brush from the artist girl's pen holder, and then turned to Xia Qing, "Is there any paint like this?" ?”

Xia Qing was stunned: "Brother Li, what are you going to do?"

But Xiao Qiao and the long-legged beauty exclaimed together: "Brother Li, do you want to paint all the walls black? No, absolutely no, that way the whole office will be too depressing."

Li Changan held the brush in his hand and rolled up his sleeves, but there was a flash of inspiration in his eyes, which turned out to be a desire to create.

Zhu Xiaohu brought over a whole bucket of paint, and Li Changan dipped a brush in the black paint, and swiped the brush to draw a line on the wall, a slanted line of handwriting flying out from bottom to top.

Li Changan's brushwork is non-stop, hooking, lifting, pausing, trembling, turning... all kinds of skills are running like clouds and flowing water.

Starting the pen, running the pen, and closing the pen are the pinnacle of perfection. Just look at the trajectory of the brush strokes, the center, side, and scatter are all unsatisfactory.

Xia Qing and the others couldn't see anything, but the company artist who graduated from the Chinese Painting Department of the Central Academy of Fine Arts exclaimed repeatedly.

"My God, this kind of Chinese painting brushwork is better than my teacher in the Academy of Fine Arts. No, it can kill that Chinese painting professor in seconds."

The artist obsessively watched Li Changan paint with paint: "No, it's not just a matter of technique. This kind of paint is actually not suitable for painting because it is too oily and slippery. But how did he do it? Why did he see it? It sounds so smooth."

Xia Qing and other women could not understand Li Changan's brushwork skills, but they could understand the paintings he made with his brush.

The chaotic mass of black ink that was originally on the wall turned into a flying fairy under the swaying of the man's hand.

Like the flying sky on the Dunhuang painting wall, coming from the sky, the long skirt is flying, enchanting and mysterious.

Li Changan used the original color of the wall to endow this flying fairy with snow-white skin, and used black lines to make this flying fairy full of agility.

Seen from behind, the painted painting is floating on the wall, and the flying fairy seems to be jumping out of the wall.

The only strange thing is that this painting seems to be missing a stroke, but Li Changan stopped painting.

Throwing away the brush in his hand, Li Changan breathed a sigh of relief: "It's been a long time since I painted so happily. If brother Daoxuan can live until now, he might be very happy to see this painting."

After he finished speaking, he went out with satisfaction, without saying a word to the girls.

It wasn't until Li Changan walked out of the company that Xia Qing came back to his senses, turned around and asked the artist: "You are studying Chinese painting, who is the 'Brother Daoxuan' that Brother Li just mentioned?"

The artist who graduated from the Central Academy of Fine Arts stuck out his tongue: "I don't know, but it can't be Wu Daozi, the saint of painting in the Tang Dynasty, although Wu Daozi is also called Wu Daoxuan..."

(End of this chapter)