This weekend, two days, because the next game requires improving the skills of several bad friends, I will not sell paintings for the time being.

Half of the time is spent practicing football, and the other half is spent practicing programming and design in the room I rented, and upload the scenery, architecture, and character design drawings I drew to the computer.

So I called the owner of Xinxin Gallery early on Saturday morning: "Hey! I am Ren Bufan. If I have something to do this week, I won't draw and send it to you for consignment."

"I didn't say I wanted you to send the paintings here," the old man smiled when he knew it was him, "Do you think you are a best-selling painter?"

"What's the meaning?"

"What does it mean? You only sold a few paintings here, so how could it be so fast? You wouldn't think you could be snatched up if you hang it out?"

"Uh~" Ren Bufan felt embarrassed, "Then are those ones sold?"

"I have produced 4 ink paintings, but this has nothing to do with you, this is the agent."

“Where is the oil painting?”

"No one has bought the oil paintings sold on behalf of others so far. Be patient! Only when someone appreciates your paintings can you sell them smoothly." The old man said, "When I successfully sell them here, I will call you and wait for the news!"

Hang up the phone, Ren Bufan grabbed his face.

After all, he had no experience in this area. He really thought that it would be better to draw a certain number of paintings every week and send them to the gallery. He never thought that the gallery would have to sell the previous paintings first before considering new paintings.

I made an appointment with my brothers and went to the basketball court near the village auditorium at around 8 o'clock.

Although the basketball court is ragged, the ball frame is gone, and there is only a net, it doesn't matter, just be able to practice the ball.

Before that, because I woke up early, I still had more than an hour.

Ren Bufan seized every minute without wanting to waste it at all.

Take out the books you bought yourself, study them carefully, and try to improve your skill proficiency.

Today's random skills are more pitiful. If you use Tai Chi to defeat two criminals, you can get 450 Tai Chi proficiency and advanced book pages.

There are no criminals in the village? Even if there is him, I can't tell it.

What's more, defeating criminals with soft Tai Chi? Just kidding!

If it is the slept wind, it is reasonable.

When he refreshed for free, the content of the random skills became singing 3 complete pop songs in front of at least 1,000 people, with the rewards being 550 points of music proficiency and 3 advanced book pages.

I don’t know if there are 1,000 people in the village! The live broadcast platform has not been developed yet. Besides, even if there is live broadcast, it doesn’t seem to be considered in person, right? I don’t know if it works.

There is no way, so I can only give up the random skills. Not all the random skills refreshed every day can be completed smoothly. It depends on whether he is lucky and whether he can refresh it to a simple one.

At 7:40 a.m., not long after he upgraded his traditional Chinese medicine knowledge to level 4, the voices of Zhao Yan, Yuan Gang and Zhou Zheng came from outside, and three bad friends shouted his names outside the door.

Putting down the book and poking out from the window, the three bad friends were indeed holding basketballs in the yard, waving at him: "Play the ball!"

"Come now!" Ren Bufan quickly went downstairs, took off the wooden bolt behind the door, opened the door and met them, "Go!"

"Get up!"

Locking the door, the four brothers rushed to the dilapidated basketball court in the village, and practiced carefully with Ren Bufan's skill guidance.

On the other side, Xinxin Gallery in the city.

I received a call from Ren Bufan early in the morning and chatted with him for a few words. Lu Huang couldn't help laughing.

If I hadn't been selling it to an old friend, I don't know when the four ink paintings could be sold!

The new painter's works were not sold so quickly, and he was too impatient!

However, most new painters have this situation. After all, they only focus on painting and know nothing about this.

"Ningning!" The old man wandered around the gallery.

"Hey, boss!" Zhao Ning immediately walked up to him.

"Another sales wave in the penguin group will be released to send photos of our new painter's works." The old man said, "I hope I can attract some business."

"Okay boss!"

"You guys look forward to the store, I'll go out for a walk."

"Don't worry, boss!"

The old man is rich, but he always takes the bus when he goes out because the elderly card is discounted and the bus is quite convenient.

The most important thing is lively.

At nine o'clock in the morning, the gallery guests began to increase, and the waiters were busy entertaining and introducing paintings.

An old lady who looked quite old last year entered the gallery, dressed in luxurious clothes and was covered with shiny gem necklaces and rings.

After coming in, I didn't ask the waiter to introduce it, and I looked at it leisurely.

When I walked to the oil painting area, my eyes swept to one of them by chance, so I stopped to watch.

It was exactly what Ren Bufan painted [Go Home].

For some reason, the scene of Aunt Yuan and her granddaughter holding hands in the oil painting made her unable to help but think of her grandmother who was already quite vague in her memory.

When she was very young, she also lived in a backward countryside. Every day, my grandmother held her hand and walked everywhere in the night market.

"These oil paintings make people feel a little weird." At this time, a middle-aged man wearing glasses approached and stared at Ren Bufan's works and said.

The old lady glanced at him, didn't say anything, and her eyes returned to the painting.

When Wang Yuan saw this scene, he hurried over: "Hello! These paintings are works by a new painter. Although they are newcomers, the painter's works are not low in terms of painting skills or artistic conception, and his paintings also have room for appreciation."

The old lady didn't respond to the painting, but the man wearing glasses next to her smiled: "Artistic conception? I admit that the painter's works are interesting, but he is not artistic conception. What I care more about is his painting skills, especially the layering of this oil painting is very different from the works of a normal painter. Generally speaking, oil paintings require layers of rendering, but when I see these oil paintings, they actually give people a feeling of being done in one go, which is very strange! There is no problem with oil paintings so messy, but it looks pretty good, which makes me puzzled."

"Do you think this painting is good or bad?" Wang Yuan asked with a smile.

"Well~ It's very subtle~" The man wearing glasses touched the sparse beard on his chin, "I can't tell!"

"What do you think, this guest?" Wang Yuan found that the old lady had been silent and just stared at the picture home, so he asked curiously.

The old lady didn't look back and asked calmly: "How much does it cost?"

"Sister," said the man wearing glasses, "Didn't you listen to me? This painting is obviously different from normal oil painting. I can't figure out what the author uses. I wonder if it is a normal oil painting. And although it looks good, it is not really artistic..."

"How much?" The old lady ignored him and turned to ask Wang Yuan.

"Wait a moment, I'll check it out!" Wang Yuan really didn't remember the prices of these paintings, so he quickly turned around and went to the cashier to find a pricing order.

When the man wearing glasses saw that the old lady ignored him, he glanced at Ren Bufan's painting: "I think the paintings next to him are far better than this one, regardless of artistic conception or painting skills. Why did you choose this one?"

The old lady looked at him: "I like it, can't you?"

"That's right, everyone has a different viewing angle." The man wearing glasses looked back at Ren Bufan's paintings. Although he felt that the painting skills were strange and were not much similar to the oil painting methods he understood. At the same time, the situation reflected in the paintings was greater than the artistic conception, which was somewhat different from what the gallery waiter introduced. In addition, there were some obvious shortcomings in the paintings, but they looked comfortable and didn't know why. And the more they looked, the better they felt.

Wang Yuan returned to the cashier and carefully opened the pricing order to check, but found that the boss had not set the price for these paintings. How did he explain it to the customer?

Call the boss quickly.

The old man was shopping outside and was a little surprised when he received the call: "Is that guy really interested in the oil painting? In this way, you invite the guests to have a cup of tea first, and I will be back soon."

"Boss, tell me the price, I can talk to the customer."

"Your skills are a bit unfamiliar. I have to do this in person. Make tea and I'll come back soon!"

"Oh!" In desperation, Wang Yuan could only go over and say to the old lady, "Guest, because these paintings are works by a newcomer who has just collaborated with us, they have just been hung up, so you need to ask the boss. He will come back in a few minutes, please come here to have a tea!"

"It's okay, I'll just wait here." The old lady did not walk away, but continued to look at these paintings.

Wang Yuan had to stand aside with her, keeping looking at the man who was looking up and down at the painting.

After a while, Lu Huang rushed back to the gallery. It seemed that it was not far from here and the transportation was convenient.

As soon as he entered the gallery, he came straight to this side, looking at the old lady and the man wearing glasses carefully, and seeing their every move.

"Boss!" Wang Yuan saw him coming back, secretly breathed a sigh of relief and hurried over and said, "This customer seems to be buying a painting..."

"How much does this oil painting cost?" The old lady was quite straightforward.

"Both ones seem to be a little interested?" Lu Huang smiled slightly and asked the old lady and the man wearing glasses.

Wang Yuan was stunned by the side, thinking that the man had never said he was interested and had been talking about oil painting! Did the boss make a mistake?

Before the man wearing glasses could speak, the old lady frowned slightly: "I want to buy a painting. How much does this cost? Pack it for me."

"This is a new artist's painting, but it has great potential. The two are quite eye-catching and admire it!" Lu Huang replied with a smile, "The new artist who painted these works will have a huge appreciation potential in the future. Now, while he is not famous yet, he will collect the paintings in advance and will never regret it in the future. Of course, the price is absolutely reasonable."

"What I want to know more is why this painter's oil paintings are different from those of ordinary oil painters? How did he do it in one go without rendering it?"

"If I don't have some skills, will I say he has a huge room for appreciation?" Lu Huang smiled mysteriously, "Please listen to me, please..."
Chapter completed!