After the rebirth, my paintings became popular all over the world

But is there any?

Lin Luo couldn't figure it out, so she simply didn't want to.

It does not matter.

Lin Luo has always acted by feeling.

Like it or not, love it or not, is too complicated and mysterious, and it is difficult for you to get a clear answer.

But now, he wanted to talk to Jing Yu, this was clear.

So Lin Luo turned on his phone and clicked on Jing Yu's chat box.

However, just as he was about to send a message, he realized that it was already very late, and Jing Yu probably fell asleep, so he had no choice but to retract his typing hand regretfully.

Forget it, don't bother people.

However, with a flick of his finger, he pressed an emoji and sent it to Jing Yu.

Lin Luo: "Your cutie suddenly appeared. jpg."

"..." Lin Luo immediately withdrew the emoji.

Such an emoticon package does not conform to his noble and glamorous temperament.

"Nuo Nuo withdrew a message."

Jing Yu hasn't slept yet, he will be living in the office tonight.

After reading the documents for half a night, Jing Yu was a little tired, just put down the documents in his hand and took a sip of coffee when he heard the phone ring.

Jing Yu picked up the phone and saw that Lin Luo had withdrawn a message.

Jing Yu: "?"

Jing Yu's news came suddenly, Lin Luo almost threw his phone away.

I don't know why, but my face is a little hot, and I have a guilty conscience of being caught peeping.

Lin Luo calmed down and explained: "I made a mistake, my hands are shaking."

After getting the phone for several months, Lin Luo has slowly learned the way young people speak today.

Jing Yu: "Haven't slept so late? What are you doing?"

Lin Luo replied obediently: "I'm painting, I'm so absorbed in painting, I forget the time, and it's here in a blink of an eye."

She was going to sleep now - but Lin Luo didn't send this sentence.

Chatting with Jing Yu made him less sleepy.

"Why haven't you slept yet?" Lin Luo asked back.

"At work." Jing Yu said, "Being a worker, you know."

Lin Luo almost laughed out loud: "Come on, Boss Jing, Boss Jing! You are still beating workers, so let others live?"

Jing Yudao: "I work for the board of directors, and the board of directors keeps an eye on me every day."

In the group he founded, although Jing Yu holds the highest stake, it is not his opinion here.

Many times, he can't do things as he wants.

Lin Luo said: "If you feel troubled, you can share this trouble with me, and I will help you bear it."

"Dream, you," Jing Yu said, "You are young, don't always think about getting something for nothing."

Chatting with this brat for a while, Jing Yu's exhaustion from working all day has been diluted a lot.

"What is getting something for nothing, am I helping you share your troubles?"

Lin Luo suddenly felt that after being reborn, he seemed to have changed a lot.

At least he became cheerful—Jing Yu contributed a lot.

Lin Luo wanted to thank him, so he said:

"Boss Jing, do you want to paint? Lin Nuo's masterpiece, I'll sell it to you at a cheaper price, only 1999999."

For Lin Luo's paintings, this price is indeed too cheap.

But he guessed that Jing Yu would not want it.

After all, I am still just a little-known kid with no reputation, and 200 million yuan for a painting is too exaggerated.

Jing Yu counted how many nines there were, and clicked his tongue: "Why are masterpieces so expensive, the lion opened his mouth, let me see and see?"

Feeling apprehensive and proud, Lin Luo sent the photo of the painting he just painted today.

This painting is centered on Jing Yu, and everything around him is his foil.

He is in a noisy, chaotic, and dimly lit underground casino, but he has an elegant temperament that is incompatible with the surrounding environment, which is particularly eye-catching.

Although Lin Luo's photos were average, they still couldn't stop the charm of the painting itself.

Jing Yu, who was lazily leaning on the back of the chair, sat up straight.

The man looked at the photo carefully several times. Due to shooting factors, he couldn't see many details clearly.

Lin Luo then sent several messages:

"How about I draw well?"

"Did you show the noble temperament of your boss to the fullest?"

"Two million is not too much, is it?"

"Or, do you think Boss Jing's own noble temperament is not worth 200 million yuan?"

Jing Yu was amused by the child: "What do I buy this painting for?"

"Hang it at home and admire it for yourself," Lin Luo said, "Hang it in your bedroom, and you can admire your handsome face every day when you open your eyes, how nice it is!"

Jing Yu: "Crazy."

"Even so, wouldn't it be the same if I took a photo and put it there? It's still cheap."

"Why are you so stingy?" Lin Luo asked, "Besides, can photos compare with my paintings? How artistic I am."

Jing Yu actually liked this painting.

In terms of technique and painting level alone, Jing Yu didn't think it was much worse than the real Lin Luo—or in other words, it was as if Lin Luo had come to life and painted a painting of himself.

Jing Yu is naturally heartbroken.

But he is a businessman, so of course he has to consider the problem from the perspective of a businessman.

In the long run, Lin Nuo's paintings may have great commercial value in the future, and he can invest as early as possible to keep the appreciation.

But the price is too high to be worthwhile.

Jing Yu said in a jerk, "I'll take the nine less."

Lin Luo was angry.

Is 200 million too expensive? !

I'm Lin Luo with [-] million dollars per painting!

However, who made him wear a vest now, others don't know that he is the main body.

Lin Luo sighed, and reluctantly said, "No, at most one."

"If you don't want it, I won't sell it, and keep it for myself to appreciate."

"Hanging in the bedroom, admiring my handsome face every day when I open my eyes?" Jing Yu returned Lin Luo's words to him.

Lin Luo: "..."

Kind of ashamed.

But it feels good.

can do it.

"You just say whether you want it or not."

"Yes." Jing Yu said, "But I have to go to the site tomorrow to see the real thing before deciding whether to buy it or not."

Lin Luo wasn't afraid to look at it. His painting got better the more he looked at it, and the more he looked at it, the more satisfied he was.

"Okay." Lin Luo said, "I'm painting the world, you can come here directly tomorrow."

Perhaps because of being poor for too long, Lin Luo is now very interested in making money.

Although he is not short of money to spend now.

The next day, Jing Yu arrived as scheduled.

Lin Luo got up in the morning and had breakfast, called Feng Juan to say that he would not go back, so he continued to immerse himself in painting in the studio.

Today he does not paint oil paintings anymore.

Instead, he took a pencil and drew a sketch of the scenery outside the window of the painting world.

Basic skills cannot be lost.

So, when Jing Yu came, he saw Lin Luo standing quietly by the studio window alone, waving the pencil in his hand, drawing a sketch on the white paper.

On the paper, he clearly reproduced the high-rise buildings on the street and the shared bicycles parked on the roadside.

The only sound in the studio is the rustling of pens across the paper.

Jing Yu watched all this, and didn't have the heart to disturb him for a while, so he stood quietly beside Lin Luo and watched his painting.

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