Marvel Road to Survival

"How dare you imprison the God of Thunder, the future king of Asgard, do you want to cause a war?" The man's voice was low and sexy.

"This is not detention, Mr. Saul. You said someone is watching the earth at any time, why don't you contact him?" Coulson still couldn't believe what he said.

"I can summon the Rainbow Bridge, as long as I get the hammer back"

"The damn hammer killed a hero in New York. You said you could sense it. Where is it?"

The interrogation was as boring as ever. The man who claimed to be the son of Odin was full of stories from Nordic mythology. The laboratory report proved that his body structure was the same as that of ordinary people, except that his musculoskeletal density was three times that of ordinary people. Since Coulson took over the interrogation work, it has become a habit to listen to Thor's stories every day.

In the sky of Long Island, a ray of light suddenly appeared. Under the blue sky and white sun, the citizens of New York could see it clearly. The colorful light hit the ground, leaving a prototype mark with high residual heat in an alley. Four figures appeared. On the blackened ground.

They were wearing bright armor, neatly draped, holding weapons in each hand, and walked towards the street.

The leading woman has a pair of toned and slender legs, long black hair draped behind her shoulders, and an iron leaf leather armor that makes her look sacred and inviolable. She holds a two-handed sword in her hand.

The four people walked on the street and attracted the attention of many people. Many passers-by took out their mobile phones to take pictures, and some even ran over to take photos with the four of them using their front-facing cameras.

"Wow, you are so beautiful. Are you cosplaying the ancient knights?" A white guy was attracted by the woman's figure and decisively came to strike up a conversation.

"Thank you, Zhongting people." The woman hadn't been here for a long time, and the young man's praise made her very happy.

"There are a lot of cosplayers on the Walk of Fame in Los Angeles. You know, I once cosplayed as Spider-Man. Oh my God, you are so tall." The young man was overwhelmed by the woman's height of nearly meters.

"We are looking for the God of Thunder, Thor Odinson"

Sif has a very good sense of people in the Midgard. She likes the culture and items here very much. She tried to let the enthusiastic young man lead the way.

In Hangzhou, Qiao Qi followed the address and finally found his destination.

Yiwen Gallery is very young. It made a splash at a domestic art exhibition when it was first established. It is located in a remote box on the edge of the West Lake. The so-called tranquility in the midst of movement is at the end of a deep alley.

There are five characters written on the plaque in front of the gallery, "The Temperature of Art." The running script font is quite fairy-like, and the writer obviously knows this well.

The appointment time was 9:30. Qiao Qi looked at his crotch. The autumn air was a bit dry and the rainy season left very early this year.

“I never expected that”

After the soy milk dried, pieces of gelatin formed on it, which were very conspicuous on the dark formal fabric. The worst part is that this thing has cracks. The beige scabs seem to have a crackle paint effect. The cracks are as clear as tree root lines, revealing the dark fabric underneath.

The aunt in charge of cleaning was very enthusiastic and poured Qiao Qi a glass of water and went about her business.

"I arrived at half past nine, but I was late. This boss has a bad sense of time." Qiao Qi cursed in her heart, looking at the layout and works in the small gallery exhibition hall.

The exhibition hall is about to square meters in size and has a non-Zigzag structure. A passage leads directly to the end. On the left side are traditional Chinese paintings, landscapes, figures, plums, orchids, bamboos and chrysanthemums. The painting styles are very mixed, and it is obvious that they are not painted by the same person.

The overall level is commendable. The artist's technique is very simple. Some of the large paintings even use the composition techniques of oil paintings and acrylic paints. They have many layers and are very attractive.

On the right side are Western paintings, and some copied paintings of famous artists are sparsely hung in several corridors. It can be seen that the basic skills are very solid.

Among them, the girl with a pearl earring imitating Vermeer is very skillful. Qiao Qi stopped here and secretly touched the brushstrokes of the painting when the sweeper was not paying attention. He found that the painter's technique was not a traditional one, but a traditional one. It is a painting technique developed in industrial production over the years. It is very rigid and kitsch.

“Isn’t painting our old profession?”

This job was introduced by a teacher with good connections in the school. Every time Yiwen Gallery participated in a large-scale comprehensive art exhibition, it only sent out a batch of Chinese paintings. Although they were well received every time, they were willing to buy this kind of framed scrolls. There are still not many.

Foreigners who are willing to pay for paintings prefer oil paintings, whether abstract or realistic. Their culture makes most of them more willing to spend money on this than on incomprehensible freehand paintings.

click, click

The sound of high heels hitting the floor was clear and loud.

A tall girl walked against the morning sunshine. What caught her eye was a pair of dark red high heels and a hand-dyed linen skirt. The three-color pattern composition was gradient and orderly arranged, which looked very spacey. The loose beige short-sleeved T-shirt was knotted at the hem. The fisherman's hat on the girl's head was a little crooked, covering half of her face. Qiao Qi could see the woman's red lips and the outline of her chin.

"Auntie, remember to clean up the rest room in the back. There is no need for the workroom. I will clean it up myself." The female voice with a hint of Jiangnan native accent was clear and sweet. Listening to the voice, you can imagine the appearance of the woman. She must be extremely beautiful.

Qiao Qi was heartbroken and quickly adjusted his appearance. His shirt had been pulled out and he used the hem to cover the stain of soy milk.

"Hello, I was introduced by Teacher Hou. I am a recent graduate from the United States and majored in comprehensive art." Qiao Qi controlled his expression, tried to appear polite, and took two steps to greet him.

"Well, it's on time. Have you eaten, junior?" The woman gestured to the paper bag in her hand, eager to share the breakfast.

"Thank you, I've eaten." Even though Qiao Qi was thick-skinned, he was still a little nervous after hitting a wall in several interviews.

Qiao Qi didn't dare to take a closer look at the female boss. She only knew that she had long, straight black hair, beautiful cheek curves, white skin, and bright lipstick.

"You know the situation here. Many painters have tried here before, but they all failed to meet the requirements." The woman said to herself as she walked, saying that she would not give in for the sake of her classmates. Her goal was the studio at the back. .

"Yi Wen Gallery is well-known in the domestic industry. It has been established for just over a year and has received support from many big names. However, the sales volume is not good, and the current revenue and expenditure of the gallery cannot be balanced. So you need quality that can match your exhibition Our works are comparable to oil paintings to enrich the categories and attract overseas buyers.”

Qiao Qi was one step behind and secretly glanced at the boss's profile.

It's perfect, the curves of her cheeks and neck are impeccable, and even in the peripheral light of the spotlight, you can see the new curly hair on the delicate skin on the back of her neck.

"It's okay if you have done your homework. You have seen what I have here. There are four people in the studio now. I am responsible for the creation of traditional Chinese paintings, one person is doing fine engravings, and the other is doing new product silk ink paintings. There are not many orders for oil paintings, and Master Zhang is also Don’t come here often.”

The woman walked around a shadow wall at the back of the exhibition hall. Behind it was a staircase made of welded steel frames. The handrails had an old-fashioned effect, which was very retro.

The high heels stepped on the stairs, making a pleasant clashing sound, which was very rhythmic. Qiao Qi unconsciously followed the rhythm of her steps and climbed up the stairs. The girl's aura was very strong, and although her tone was very friendly, she couldn't hide her aloofness in her heart.

"So the exhibitions that the gallery participates in are of relatively high standard. The oil paintings you copied here cannot be exhibited together with the Chinese paintings. You need original things to open up sales," Qiao Qi said proactively.

"That's right, our, uh, agent, I met a couple in Spain. They want to bring silk ink paintings to Europe for a four-country tour. Although Chinese paintings are the theme, they require that they be included in every category."

"Their exhibition hall is very big. The three of us tried our best, but we could only fill one-third of it. You are the first one, and there are three more painters coming for interviews today."

Going up the stairs, the girl took out the key and opened the door. Inside was a suite, which was a fully equipped studio.

Various paints are placed in piles on the shelves according to brands. There are unfinished oil paintings on several rows of easels. All kinds of professional tools are complete, and there are even many gadgets that Qiao Qi cannot name. For example, a handful of very A comb-like knife.

"The content of the interview is very simple. A painting must be completed within the specified time and meet my standards. If you are required to be original, I will give you a question. You can do classical, impressionistic, or modern. As long as you can do it well, you will pass the interview. ." The woman opened the curtains, opened the windows for ventilation, and used the showerhead to water the green plants on the balcony.

"Understood, when are we going to start?" Qiao Qi went straight to the point.

"You can do it now. The trial period is the end of this exhibition in four European countries. If you can maintain your standards until the end of this cooperation, your salary will be doubled and the gallery will give you shares."

The woman put down the shower head, turned around and took off her fisherman's hat. Her long black hair cascaded down. Her eyelashes were very long and her eyes were big. The loose T-shirt exposed the collarbone under her neck. In the middle of her collarbone, there was a diamond pendant, which was dazzling.

The best interpretation of classical beauty

The woman's face does not lack a sense of three-dimensionality. On the contrary, her delicate facial features are very stylish, and she has a classical aura of a Jiangnan woman.

However, her height and figure are more integrated with today's aesthetics. Her makeup does not deliberately emphasize her classical beauty, but instead highlights her fashionable atmosphere.

"The theme is a Chinese town, highlighting the characters and national characteristics. You have three hours, and the screen size is one meter by one meter."

The beauty of the female boss exceeded Qiao Qi's imagination. This face seemed to appear in his dreams many times. It was not a beautiful dream, but a nightmare, or a quick glance. Qiao Qi couldn't remember clearly.

Seeing Qiao Qi stunned, the woman blinked and waved her hand to signal him to come back to his senses. I couldn't help but underestimate this big boy in my heart, although there were few men who wouldn't be attracted by her when they first saw her.

But as an interviewer, he didn't do well. Just now, the woman accidentally discovered a yellowish puddle of unknown substance on the crotch of Qiao Qi's suit pants that was covered by his shirt, which hurt her even more.

She couldn't imagine what it was. For a woman with mild mysophobia, it was simply a nightmare.

"Are you going to paint here? I brought photos of my work. Do you want it?" Qiao Qi still followed the rules and showed his own things first.

"No need to read, I need to see the real thing, your creative process." The woman wrinkled her nose, feeling a little impatient. Her workload has been very heavy recently.

Gwen Stacy not only planned to create silk Chinese paintings, she even picked up acrylic paints to paint oil paintings. Spanish guests are very important, which is related to the future fate of the gallery.

"Okay." Qiao Qi was very knowledgeable. He immediately went to pick out suitable paintbrushes and brushes, flicked the blade of the oil painting scraper, and experienced the steel mouth. Use your eyes to measure whether it is straight.