I really don't sell people [entertainment]

Neither Fu Yunzhang nor Han Hua expected that Huang Jin would not give up at this point.

Brother Zhou knew about the old man's condition recently. When he saw this scene, his expression froze and he chased after him.

Han Hua also thought of something, pulled Fu Yunzhang's wrist subconsciously, and ran towards the room.

Seeing that no one was staring at him, the rich second generation quickly followed.

Although I don't know what happened, but it seems to be lively.

It's just that the rich second generation didn't expect that there was excitement, but it wasn't what he thought it would be at all.

As soon as he approached the room, he saw the paint spilled all over the floor, and Huang Jin was squatting at the door, with a plastic paint tray dropped beside him, his face and clothes were colorful, everything was there.

The rich second generation was taken aback by his appearance, took a closer look, and found that the red in it was not blood but paint, he breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at him leisurely: "Huang Jin, you can't steal a chicken!" Lose a lot of rice?"

Hearing what he said, Huang Jin almost fell down in anger.

It's just that the rich second generation is no better than Brother Zhou, and he is not someone who can get angry at will, so I can only bear with this.

But the rich second generation is not someone who can read the faces of small people. He heard that there seemed to be arguing inside, so he didn't dare to probe in, so he kicked Huang Jin's thigh with his foot: "What's going on inside?"

Huang Jin took a deep breath and said, "When the old man was painting before, he would be irritable whenever someone interrupted him. He was half-crazy or not. A lunatic never tells a lie. I just wanted to take this opportunity to test him out I don't have any other collections, but I didn't expect that he has surpassed that out-of-control state, and he can't even recognize people, it seems that he is not far from being really crazy."

The rich second generation was surprised: "Crazy? Isn't he from a good background? I thought he was a master or something."

Huang Jin sneered: "What does birth have to do with whether you're crazy or not? When a person reaches that critical point, no matter what his background is, he'll be crazy."

The voices of Fu Er Dai and Huang Jin were not low, and the people who followed were a little embarrassed, but the people in the room were too late to be embarrassed, because they didn't have time to pay attention to other things.

They were all comforting the old man patiently.

Fu Yunzhang was worried about countless scenes on the way here, and he was even more worried when he saw the paint hit the door, but when he entered the room, he found that the old man was different from what he imagined.

He is not crazy.

He was just crying.

Balls of paper were thrown on the ground. When Fu Yunzhang walked over, he picked up one or two balls and looked at them. He found that there were only two strokes on them, and it was impossible to see what the owner of the painting was thinking.

But the person who paints knows in his heart that after one stroke, he knows that the painting is not what he wants.

"I can't draw..." the old man screamed while holding his head.His eyes were bloodshot, and he didn't know if he slept last night, "I don't remember... I don't remember what that photo looked like..."

Hearing his words, Fu Yunzhang suddenly felt his heart being poked.

He stepped forward, and didn't reassure him that he was fine like the two did. Instead, he squatted down, looked at the old man, and asked very softly, "Then what do you remember?"

This sudden question diverted the old man's attention from the drawing paper all over the place.

He didn't seem to be able to tell who was next to him, nor who was speaking, but just repeated Fu Yunzhang's words blankly.

Seeing that the old man showed signs of calm, Zhou Ge and Han Hua didn't dare to vent their anger, but Fu Yunzhang responded gently: "Yes, what do you remember? You have been together for so many years, happy and sad, There is always a lot to remember!"

Following Fu Yunzhang's voice, the old man frowned, as if lost in memory: "He was small when he was just born. At that time, we wanted to bring him up, so how much food would he have to feed, and then..."

After rambling on for a long time, the old man suddenly picked up the pen again, took a piece of blank drawing paper, pasted it skillfully on the drawing board, picked up another empty paint tray from the ground, and started to color and paint.

Although he was still the same as before, throwing two brushes away, but his mood finally stabilized, and his bloodshot eyes were not so scary anymore.

Han Hua breathed a sigh of relief, then stepped forward to support Fu Yunzhang.

Fu Yunzhang's leg was not numb, but when he saw the hand stretched out, he still held it, and then stood up.

Brother Zhou was already waiting at the door. He lowered his voice and asked the rich second generation if he could go back to the main hall first. The rich second generation couldn't hold back his head and took a look. He found that the inside was messy. There was only one old man who was painting, so it was very easy to talk. nod.

"Anyway, you don't have any extra ancient paintings to sell to me. I might as well go to the next village to find treasures. There are so many painters there, maybe there will be some surprises."

Perhaps it was He Qijun's circle of friends who worked so hard in meetings that pleased him, or Han Hua's appearance of not knowing how to appreciate it, or Huang Jin's miserable appearance made him very happy. In short, although the rich second generation did not buy Painting, but when I left, I was still in a good mood.

Huang Jin originally wanted to get in the car with the rich second generation and take him to the next village, but before he stepped on the car, he was stopped by a bodyguard who hadn't spoken.

When the rich second generation heard the movement, he suddenly remembered something, stretched out his hand from the car window, and threw a few hundred dollars to him: "Toll and transportation expenses, it's not appropriate for you to go with us like this, what a shame! , you go back by yourself, I will find an intermediary over there."

After the rich second generation finished speaking, he signaled the bodyguards to close the car door, and the car drove away quickly, leaving only Huang Jin standing there alone.

He was covered in paint, and the passing villagers gave him a disgusted look, and then took the child away.

Brother Zhou stood at the door, seeing Huang Jin's appearance, his heart finally calmed down a bit.

Although he really wanted to settle accounts with Huang Jin, but the kid was hard to deal with, and nothing happened to the old man, so he could only spit at Huang Jin bitterly, then looked at Fu Yunzhang, and thanked him sincerely: "Fortunately, there is You, otherwise I don't know how to calm the old man down."

Fu Yunzhang returned the brocade box that he had been holding all the time, and then looked at the direction of the old man's house with some worries: "Is this the old man like this every day?"

Brother Zhou nodded: "Yes, from seven o'clock to thirteen o'clock, I don't eat or drink, just sit there and draw. It will be better after thirteen o'clock, and he can recognize people when he goes to deliver food, but before going No way."

Fu Yunzhang had already seen the scene of the old man losing control, so he nodded and sat down.

Brother Zhou first took the brocade box back to his room and put it away. When he returned again, he walked up to Han Hua and slapped him on the shoulder fiercely: "Han Hua, you can do it! This ability to make up nonsense is really superb. But, how did you get the WeChat account of that He...he?"

The crisis has been resolved, and Han Hua naturally skipped the matter that she had just decided to be honest about.

The confession is definitely to be confessed to Yunzhang, but it's better... After a while, wait for Yunzhang's career to stabilize.

So he took out his mobile phone, clicked into the circle of friends, and showed Brother Zhou the circle of friends of a person named "Old Horse": "It's not that Mr. He, but a friend of mine who works in Chenfei."

Brother Zhou took the phone, glanced at it, and felt that this person really doesn't look like a rich second generation, otherwise how could he make complaints about Moments from time to time.

Taking a ten thousand step back, even if this person likes to complain, he has to open a group to complain to his friends!How could Han Hua see it?

Seeing that Brother Zhou had no doubts, Han Hua picked up the phone and put it away as if nothing had happened.

It's fine for Zhou Ge to read it, but Yun Zhang should not show it to him, what if Yun Zhang finds out the flaw?

Brother Zhou sat back on the chair, thinking that the problem that had troubled him for more than a year had been solved in this way, and it still felt unreal.

He couldn't help being stunned for a while, and he recovered after 10 minutes. Then he looked at Fu Yunzhang, and then at Han Hua: "Since Mr. Fu is an actor, do you have other purposes for coming here?"

Han Hua glanced at Fu Yunzhang, then smiled, and shook her head: "It's nothing, it's just that Yunzhang hasn't been filming recently, so I'll take him to see, after all, we also sold paintings in Vienna before."

Brother Zhou didn't say whether he believed it or not, but nodded anyway.

He told the two of them to remember to come over for dinner, he treated them, and then let them go.

Fu Yunzhang and Han Hua glanced at each other, and they both saw some helplessness and guilt in each other's eyes.

After a moment of silence, Fu Yunzhang sighed: "I want to give up the material this time, and I always feel that I am sorry for the old man."

Han Hua nodded first, and after a while, let out a sigh of relief: "Why don't you tell the truth before we leave and ask the old man."

Fu Yunzhang looked at him in surprise, and Han Hua smiled helplessly: "Based on what I know about the old man, he doesn't care about these things, and he might even run to watch your variety shows with great interest. So, if you really care You should ask him directly about this."

Fu Yunzhang didn't expect this. After thinking about it for a long time, he felt that this was fine: "Then I'll ask him another day."

Han Hua responded, and after returning to the homestay with Fu Yunzhang, she went to her room, took out her mobile phone and dialed: "Hey, Xiao He, where are you in the south? I have something to ask you for help."

The person on the other side immediately responded when he heard the words, and after Han Hua finished talking about the situation, he answered, "Brother Hua, do we count as fishing law enforcement?"

Han Hua laughed, "Basically, as long as he's not greedy, he won't be fooled. But if he's greedy and wants to harm others, then let him suffer."

The other party responded readily, and asked again: "But isn't the 100 million a little short? It's all your fault."

Han Hua laughed again: "Come on, what about me being a gangster? Didn't he want money and conscience? Then let him bleed a little. But don't push this kind of villain to a corner. Knowing what he can do. And the old gentleman is not in good health, so I will give him some virtue."

The person on the other side thought it made sense, and hung up the phone after replying "I will handle things well."

Han Hua put away her phone, walked to the window, and looked at the starry sky outside, her eyes first became deep and then softened again.

There are really all kinds of people in this world, some people can go crazy just because of a little money that is not used to save lives, some people can stick to their hearts no matter what the situation, people...

After the old man's matter was resolved, Fu Yunzhang and Han Hua followed the original plan to spend a few days buying materials for work, drawing and writing, and then selling paintings and calligraphy.

This is the first time that Fu Yunzhang has completed this kind of... assembly line operation?I couldn't find the status at first.

Later, like acting, he substituted himself into the identity of a person who sells letters for a living, and then he slowly found the feeling, and gradually realized some other things.

In the middle of writing and selling paintings, Han Hua also took him to the famous village next door, where he saw all kinds of people.

Those who are obsessed with art and feel that their talents are underappreciated, those who simply use painting to make a living, and those who are flexible in combining painting with new business opportunities...

There are helpless people and there are happy people.

Fu Yunzhang has gained a lot, but no matter how much he has gained, after a few days, they will go back to record variety shows.

Before leaving, the old man specially took out the wine that he treasured. As soon as Han Hua saw the wine, he thought of Fu Yunzhang's "singing to wine" that day, and his mood was a little dignified.

But maybe it was because the situation was different last time, maybe it was because Fu Yunzhang was not drunk this time because there were outsiders around, and even after Han Huazhi left Brother Zhou, he was able to tell the old man clearly and completely what he thought before.

Seeing his frown, the old man laughed immediately: "Xiao Fu, do you think I'm a lunatic because you look down on me?"

Fu Yunzhang shook his head quickly, how could this be possible.

The old man patted him on the shoulder: "Yeah, you didn't look down on me, you just thought that in the process of shaping the character, you can add the details that all beings suffer, so what are you afraid of? You didn't feel sorry for me. And, I'm still curious, what kind of inspiration can you get from me! I haven't watched a TV show in a long time, how nice it is for you to entertain me!"

Just like what Han Hua said, the old man is quite open about this matter, and even looks forward to it: "I have been causing trouble for young people for many years, this is a rare opportunity to help you a little, don't be disgusted."

Hearing the old man's words, Fu Yunzhang finally responded, and said very lightly but very seriously: "I will, I will shape the character well."

"You won't be disappointed."