Chapter 37 037: The boss has a problem (Part 1)


    Chen Tang was upset when he heard this.


    She said she couldn''t sing, but she could tolerate her painting skills, but she couldn''t swear, because that was her skill she had used to eat!


    You can’t question her profession!


    He choked back directly: "Why can''t my ''painting'' work?"


    Qi Shan wants to ask even more,—


    Where can she draw well?


    It''s almost like a three-year-old child scribbling.


    He said straightforwardly: "Everything is not possible, nothing can be taken."


    The painter who teaches Chen Xiaolangjun''s painting skills is simply a misleading child.


    Chen Tang slapped the painting for a long time, wrote it on his face with anger, and said bluntly: "Qi Yuanliang, you can do it!"


    Seeing that Chen Tang was still stubborn, Qi Shan was also provoked to suppress his competitive spirit for many years. I immediately reached out to hold the pen and spread the new drawing paper with the other hand. The tip of the pen was filled with ink, and without thinking, he wrote and painted: "Mr. Chen was enthusiastic and invited, so kind had to show his ugly face."


    The mountains, rivers, flowers and birds were outlined in just a few strokes.


    Although he draws it simply, it makes people feel that "I can draw it with a pen", but compared with Chen Tang''s picture of villain, it is really a difference. Qi Shan was satisfied with writing, but fortunately, his painting skills did not go back too much.


    Chen Tang snorted and provoked: "That''s it?"


    Qi Shan: “…”


    Such a big gap is still stubborn?


    "Although I have no talent, I have been running around over the years and have lost my painting skills, but compared with you, Xiaolangjun Chen..." Qi Shan wanted to speak but stopped, and his unfinished intention made the listener figure out for himself. As long as the eyes are not blind, anyone can see which painting is better.


    Few people know that he painted better at that time.


    There were many calligraphy and paintings that his paintings had the essence of the words of the lay Buddhist Mojie, which was the saying of the mountains that looked at from a distance, and the water was silent when it was close to it, and the flowers were still there when it was gone in spring, and the birds were not surprised when it came. It’s a pity that there is no “painting spirit” or “painting heart” in the world. If there is one, the grade will inevitably be outstanding.


    Unexpectedly, Chen Tang was still stubborn and refused to admit it. He said, "Hmph, it''s time to show you real painting skills."


    Qi Shan was intrigued: "Let''s wait and see."


    Chen Tang picked up the picture of the villain again and painted on the draft, with a gesture of confidence that Qi Shan was impressed with admiration. Qi Shan made way out of the position, leaving Chen Tang with space to play. He sat on one side and looked at it, his expression becoming more and more bizarre.


    He thought that Chen Xiaolangjun was preparing to suppress the painting skills of turning decay into magic through the gap between the front and back.


    result-


    The same picture of the villain, but the little man in the picture of the villain has many more details, but the character is still the black round head, and the body and limbs are still simple strokes and strokes. If you really want to say the difference, it is probably the stronger the "suffering" atmosphere coming to your face.


    Still very sexy.


    Qi Shan spent half a quarter of an hour watching Chen Tang finish drawing a series of movements of the villain - entering the door, taking off his clothes and untied his belt, climbing onto the bed and shaping, and a second villain came into the house, taking off his clothes and shaping onto the bed and shaping, and climbing onto the bed and shaping, and the same...


    Qi Shan suddenly grabbed Chen Tang''s wrist and stopped her from continuing to draw.


    He asked dumbfoundedly: "What are you drawing?"


    Chen Tang said naturally: "Secret drama."


    Qi Shan was almost aphasia: "…"


    He widened his eyes in disbelief, looked at Chen Tang''s face, and then looked at the little man who seemed to be moving in the picture, and he couldn''t hold a word in his throat for a while. Qi Shan never dreamed that the secret drama paintings of Chen Xiaolangjun actually had actions.


    (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻


    Qi Shan tolerate the urge to rush the blue veins on his forehead.


    For a moment, I didn’t know whether to say that Chen Xiaolangjun was not motivated to draw secret pictures, or that his painting skills were so poor that he had the courage to show them.


    He took a deep breath, smiling and said, "If the secret pictures are all of the best, all men and women in the world will have no intention of this."


    The artistic conception has no artistic conception, and it must be hazy and not hazy. If the newlyweds watch this secret picture as enlightenment, they will probably not know what the harmony of yin and yang are.


    Chen Tang: “…”


    This guy was so mean and didn''t even get beaten to death!


    She said seriously: "Yuanliang, you can''t appreciate it."


    Watch her brush strokes and splashes ink, and she uses her brush to flow.


    Look at these lines, layout, and artistic conception!


    If you draw poorly, how can you make a living by painting?


    Now it’s Qi Shan’s turn to be speechless.


    He suddenly found that Chen Xiaolangjun didn''t look like a stubborn duck. This person looked open and righteous. He looked at himself with a bit of "your aesthetic deformity". He didn''t seem to refuse to admit defeat even though he knew the gap, but instead he was-


    A ridiculous guess appeared in Qi Shan''s mind - Xiaolangjun Chen was not aware of it, and he thought he had drawn well from the bottom of his heart?


    He blew indirectly, and that''s true.


    It was a long speechless again, I don’t know where to start.


    He looked at Chen Xiaolangjun''s head, showed sympathy, and promised her: "When you have enough money in the future, I will find a good doctor to see you more. Treat it early and get better. If you delay it for a long time, it will delay the condition!"


    Chen Tang: “…”


    Intuition tells her that Qi Shan’s words are not what people say.


    Are you turning the corner and scolding her for having a brain disease?


    Qi Shan was also tactful and changed the subject before Chen Tang broke out: "Why is Chen Xiaolang suddenly interested in secret pictures?"


    It’s said that Chen Xiaolang is lustful. People still think it looks good when painting such a painting. Which **** can have this aesthetic?


    But let''s talk about it seriously... Which serious gentleman is still unchanged and shameless when he is watched by secret paintings?


    Chen Tang replied, "The work I received from the bookstore was to help a portrait of a prostitute in Yuehualou. The rewards were given by him."


    Life is not easy, Tangtang sighed.


    Qi Shan''s expression became more and more bizarre. He asked a very critical question: "The shopkeeper of the bookstore, has he not tested your painting skills?"


    When did those shopkeepers be so easy to talk to?


    When he was in a difficult life, he also went to the bookstore to receive orders. He usually copied the book of Yan Ling and wrote letters on behalf of others. The reward for portraits would be more generous. Among them, the most generous way to take action in the brothels and tiles was also a job that was scrambled to grab.


    But this money is not easy to make.


    People pay a lot of money, so naturally they have so many requirements. How did Chen Xiaolangjun get a job with this poor painting skill?


    Chen Tang replied, "No."


    Qi Shan was surprised. He was worried that Chen Tang had met a liar, so he said, "...You restore the scene at that time."


    Chen Tang did everything he wanted.


    He understood what was going on after hearing this.


    It''s all up to luck and the shopkeeper''s blindness.


    The shopkeeper was lucky enough to pass this level, but that prostitute would never be fooled. You should know that this kind of painting is related to their future business, reputation and face. Naturally, they are constantly striving for excellence and have very strict requirements on painters'' painting skills. Chen Xiaolangjun is so poor that his money bags are jingling. Where did the paper, pen and ink on the table come from?


    Chen Tang was unhappy: "This is obviously a job I won by my ability. Yuan Liang would be too unrighteous to attack people like this..."


    "I''m also thinking about Chen Xiaolangjun''s life. If you really use your pictures to hand in the office, do you believe that the prostitute is so angry that he will bring you a group of thugs from Yuehualou to tear you down?"


    ?I’ve finished revising this.


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    (This chapter ends)