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Chapter 405: The Situation Has Changed

On weekends, Wang Gensheng took Yu Yimiao back to his hometown.

Otherwise, after a long time, He Yushui would scold Wang Gensheng for being heartless again.

He took He Yushui's favorite snacks and put them on the bicycle, and also put flour, fish and meat in the car, and took Yu Yimiao on the back seat.

Put the things at home first, let Yu Yimiao help Wang Ma cook, and Wang Gensheng had to meet Mr. Xu. It had been a while since I went to Mr. Xu's house, and the master and apprentice were not unfamiliar when they met.

"Gensheng, last time I heard from your sister Xu, were you involved in speculation and profiteering? You were even taken away by the ministry for investigation."

Unexpectedly, the news reached the ears of Mr. Xu. It can be seen how much effort Sister Xu put in to support Wang Gensheng at that time. No wonder his work relationship was transferred back to the street office.

Although Wang Gensheng didn't really need it at the time, he replied with a smile: "Don't listen to Sister Xu's nonsense. Do you think my disciple is a speculator? I'm fine, right?"

"The ministry just took me there to ask a few questions and then released me. It was because Sister Xu was concerned about me and was too nervous."

"Oh, I see. But remember, don't be blinded by worldly power and money. Otherwise, if you are obsessed with money, the things you draw will lose their spirituality."

"Hey, don't worry, I know what to do and what not to do."

"That's good. I know you have a talent for painting and you're hardworking. Among all the students I've taken in over the years, you've made the fastest progress."

"But you still need some time to hone yourself in life. Maybe you can become a big shot in the future. Don't get too deep into the vortex of power, or you will be unable to climb out after a long time."

"Hey, I listened to you, old man, and I never dared to put down my skills."

"Well, good. I'm glad you can come to see me. In the future, try to come less often."

"why?"

"I don't want you to be implicated by me. I heard that the teachers and professors at the Academy of Fine Arts were also sent to the countryside to experience life and participate in collective labor."

"Fortunately, I listened to your advice and made a decision early. I took the initiative to come down first, and was not exiled to the remote countryside. Otherwise..."

"Hey, teacher, why are you saying that? This is my hometown, your disciple. I took you here to take care of you in your old age, not to send you to the countryside to work as a sent-down youth."

"Here, if you want to work out any day, just hang out with the team. If you don't want to work, just stay at home and paint. Your work points won't matter anyway. What do you want to eat? I can bring it to you."

Old Xu raised his head and looked at Wang Gensheng again. He saw that he had no intention of concealing anything when he spoke and his words were very sincere.

In the past two years, Mr. Xu has heard a lot of rumors and knows that a large number of educated young people in the city have gone to the countryside to develop.

Like Wang Gensheng, sending him to the countryside in advance is only about 20 miles away from the capital, which is much better than other old friends who are often hundreds of kilometers away.

In addition, Wang Gensheng has never been negligent in his attitude towards him over the years, which makes Old Xu very happy.

"I knew you had a conscience. After dinner, I'll give you a gift to take back. I hope you'll gain something from it."

"Okay, I'll listen to you then."

Wang Gensheng helped Mr. Xu grind ink in the studio.

After staying for dinner, the two went to the studio, where Mr. Xu took out a scroll and handed it to Wang Gensheng.

"Take a look. This is a painting of "Shrimp" by your uncle Qi. The brushwork is concise, realistic and lively.

"Without those complicated techniques and too much ink rendering, it can be very vivid. These are the areas you need to improve. Go back and read it and think about it more."

Wang Gensheng looked at the painting, and it seemed as if the shrimp was swimming in the painting. How could it be an ink painting? It was clearly a living river shrimp.

After reading it, Wang Gensheng solemnly rolled up the painting and held it in his arms. This is a masterpiece of contemporary calligraphy and he must keep it well.

Decades from now, this masterpiece will be worth at least tens or millions of dollars.

Of course, in this era, these big guys' casual transactions cannot be said to be worthless.

The two of them were old friends and had exchanged many works with each other. Wang Gensheng did not expect that his teacher would give him such a valuable gift today.

In the eyes of their old friends, this thing represents more of a token of affection, and as long as they are still alive, no one will be stingy.

But in the eyes of some people, this is a huge amount of wealth, a good thing that is hard to come by.

If the boss is happy, he will give you a painting. If he is unhappy, he will not give you any face at all. Even if you come to them with money, old artists like Mr. Xu and Mr. Qi will not easily paint for you.

Old Xu looked at his last disciple with great satisfaction, and found that his disciple was almost at his level.

He already has the demeanor of a great man. He just needs some time to hone his skills. Then his brushstrokes will be full of spirit. The key is that he is still so young and has room for improvement.

This must be supported by a strong foundation and requires diligent study.

Seeing Wang Gensheng writing with his brush, Mr. Xu nodded with satisfaction.

"Your ink painting technique and realistic brushwork have reached the most advanced level. It seems you have worked hard on it."

"This is all thanks to the teacher's advice." Wang Gensheng complimented Mr. Xu with a smile, but his words were not entirely flattery.

Mr. Xu watched Wang Gensheng paint with great interest and commented on his brushwork and rendering techniques.

"He explained the ins and outs of this kind of thing in detail, and even used Mr. Qi and himself as examples to teach Wang Gensheng some painting techniques, which completely broadened Wang Gensheng's horizons."

After leaving Mr. Xu's house, Wang Gensheng realized that Mr. Xu seemed to have realized something and was a little pessimistic about his control over the social situation.

Everything I said to myself today was spoken freely, as if I was explaining my final wishes, and it seemed like I wouldn't be able to communicate like this again for a long time.

Sure enough, not long after that, news spread that Master Xu had stopped writing, and even the disciples and students he had brought up no longer came to visit him.

He just works with everyone in the countryside and never takes action easily.

Later, Wang Gensheng took He Yushui back to the city, and when he went back to his hometown to visit Xu's family, he basically stopped meeting them. However, Wang Gensheng still visited them regularly and brought some food for his master's wife.

Mr. Xu often took the children to collect grass and feed the pigs. He no longer mentioned teaching the children to go to school or paint. Later, he fell seriously ill.

This made Wang Gensheng feel the changes in the social situation and the warmth of humanistic care had dropped a lot.

The steel rolling mill was also greatly influenced by society, and Deputy Director Li was doing very well.

Some people say that everyone's destiny is determined by fate, and it climbs up quickly during the windy season.

Deputy Director Li, just like in the original drama, cleared the way and took control of the steel mill.

Deputy Director Zhao's speech gradually became vague, and when he met with Wang Gensheng, Brother Hu and others, he did not speak directly.

There were a lot of twists and turns in their daily communication. Wang Gensheng could hear that there was a lot of helplessness in Deputy Director Zhao's words, and he even had the idea of ​​quitting.