Lin Xuan quietly erased all the traces of his arrival, leaving only a letter of review signed by Gu Yu on the reception table next to him.

I left quietly, just as I came quietly, I waved my sleeves without taking away a cloud!

Lin Xuan left Jiangnan College while muttering Xu Zhimo's classic poems.

On the other side, two people came from the other end of the corridor.

The young man is tall and handsome, wearing golden-wired eyes, looks gentle, has a high nose bridge, blue eyes, and has exotic blood.

This person is the rich second generation who has mixed European aristocratic race, Wang Paul.

Aside him was a middle-aged man with a big belly and a smile on his face. The middle-aged man was tilted with his tie, carrying his hands on his back, and erecting his big belly, and walked over with Paul Wang.

"Student Wang, how about coming in for a cup of tea? I have the best oolong tea here." The middle-aged man took out the keys and said again.

But as soon as he pushed the door, the door opened, and then he smiled awkwardly: "It turned out that it was not locked."

This middle-aged bald man is the grade director of Jiangnan College.

Wang Paul glanced at the middle-aged man with a little disdain in his eyes, but there was still a gentle smile on his face. He waved his hand and smiled: "No need, Director Zhou, I still have to go to class. I will be late later."

You are just a broken-grade director, how good tea can you afford? I have vomited all the best ginseng oolong in my house. How can I have the leisure to drink your cheap tea?

"Also, thank you Director Zhou for your affairs."

The purpose of his coming here to find the director of this grade was not for anything else, but for Gu Yu.

Although he had given up on Gu Yu, he couldn't bear to see her embarrassed, so he quietly found the director of this grade and gave him some health supplements to suppress the matter.

"Don't worry, Mr. Wang and Mr. Gu are the first in our school's grade. How could I really punish her? That is, I would urge her to study hard and not get too close to the young people outside the school."

Director Zhou grinned and nodded quickly. The two of them didn't look like teachers or students at all.

The health care products Wang Paul gave were very valuable. They were high-end foreign products for treating hair loss. He asked someone to buy them for a long time but couldn't buy them.

When Wang Paul came to beg him at this time, he naturally followed suit and accepted the gift, and suppressed Gu Yu's affairs.

Seeing that the matter had been resolved, Wang Paul nodded and was about to leave, a flash of light flashed from the corner of his eyes, and suddenly he caught a glimpse of the drawing paper on the desk, and was stunned.

"Student Wang, why do you still want to taste the oolong tea I have collected?" Director Zhou walked into the office first, but saw that Paul Wang followed him in and couldn't help but tease him.

"Director Zhou, this painting..."

Wang Paul took two steps at once and quickly walked to the desk, with a passionate expression and his blue pupils shrank.

"Oh, this is my daily hobby. I'm doing some painting art, painting some flowers, birds, etc., but it won't make me laugh..."

Director Zhou, who was big belly, walked over with a thermos and said.

But when he saw the painting on the desktop, the few words left in his mouth could no longer say.

He stared at the words on the table in amazement.

When did I finish this painting? I remember there are still some places that have not been completed, and they have not signed yet!

Mom!

Director Zhou was shocked and could not be added.

It was clearly when he was hesitating, and when he was calling out by Paul Wang. Why did he finish the painting when he came back?

Moreover, the artistic conception in this painting is quite vivid.

With the chrysanthemums in the center of the picture as the center, a bleak autumn rushes into the face, making people feel lonely and solemn. But at a glance, I immediately feel shocked.

What surprised Director Zhou even more was that the original peonies copied from "The National Beauty and Heavenly Fragrance Picture" had already been completed, but at this time there was a layer of rendering, covering these peonies that were originally blooming so charmingly that they were covered with a layer of withered and gray artistic conception!

All the flowers wither, but only the chrysanthemums stand proudly.

In fact, who is the one who is so magical?

Wang Paul, who was standing beside him, was obviously a person who knew the goods.

He received aristocratic education at home since he was a child, so he naturally had a strong ability to identify these Chinese and foreign paintings and oil paintings.

This painting is more shocking than many of the collections of Chinese paintings and master-level works in his family.

He was happy when he saw the hunt and immediately said:

"Director Zhou, is this your painting?"

"This, I..." Director Zhou opened his mouth and wanted to explain, but when he reached his mouth, he didn't know where to start.

Because he didn't even know who finished the painting.

This man only added a blooming autumn chrysanthemum to the picture, and immediately elevated the artistic conception of the painting to the master stage!

Of course, Director Zhou knew that his level was limited and he was not a teacher from a professional art background.

But this mysterious man only used a few strokes to turn a low-quality artful copy of his works into a true masterpiece with a bleak autumn wind and a murderous aura.

This magical pen is simply unbelievable.

"This work is simply comparable to the works of the people I visited in Yanjing... no, it is no worse than the works of the great artists I have seen abroad!"

Wang Paul's face turned slightly red and he said excitedly, "Is this painting really the work of Director Zhou? It's really... it's really great!"

Director Zhou was praised by Wang Paul for a few words, and his heart was immediately relieved.

Although he is the grade director of Jiangnan College, he can only be majestic in front of ordinary students. Those powerful students at home do not dare to offend him, and he does not dare to provoke these second-generation ancestors.

These students usually look down on him. Although Wang Paul asked him for help and gave him gifts, he still had contempt and disdain deep in his eyes.

But now, seeing this painting, King Paul's attitude has changed so much.

This made Director Zhou feel a little fluttered, and nodded subconsciously and said, "If you like it, you will give this painting to you."

Paul Wang was ecstatic and almost kissed Director Zhou's bald head.

However, he calmed down and immediately took out a check from his pocket, wrote a string of numbers, and threw it on the table: "I don't want to take it in vain. I really like this painting... Let's do this, Director Zhou, here is a check of 200,000, just treat it as my buying director's painting."

A check worth 200,000 was thrown on his face, and Director Zhou's eyes were straight. This was his annual salary!

Without thinking, he reached out and grabbed the check tightly, and his head was lit like a chicken pecking at rice: "Okay, okay, this painting is sold to you."

He worked hard for a year to earn about 200,000 yuan. These rich second generations actually bought his paintings with 200,000 yuan with just one move. It was really annoying to compare people.

"I will kill all the flowers after the flowers bloom! This signature and title are perfectly consistent with the artistic conception of this painting. Director Zhou, I didn't expect that you are not good-looking and you are so domineering in your heart. It seems that I underestimate you."

Paul Wang was amazed at the painting.

Especially the cursive script at the signature, with just a few strokes, there will be a sense of domineering spirit, leaping on paper.

It’s worth buying these words for 200,000 yuan, not to mention the “Hundred Flowers Picture” with such a profound artistic conception!

In his opinion, the value of this painting is much more than that little money!

Especially since Mr. Fang’s birthday is approaching, he likes to collect Chinese paintings. If this painting is presented, I will definitely make a big splash!

Wang Paul's heart was beating wildly. In order not to let Director Zhou see the clues, he hurriedly said: "Director Zhou, I don't think it's time to go back and invite an expert to frame the painting, and say goodbye first."

Director Zhou received the money and was overjoyed. He was in a state of great mood to observe this "subordinate". He waved his hand: "I still have some business to deal with, so I won't give it to you. Student Wang please take care of yourself."

One of them got the painting and the other got the money, and everyone was happy.

"I didn't expect that Zhou Yu would be bought for a painting one day..." Director Zhou sat on the Grand Master's chair, looking at the check in his hand, and smiling foolishly.

"Who completed this painting? The artistic conception is so high that it must be a painter who has been immersed in Chinese painting for decades, which has achieved this skill."

"Are they the art teachers in the school? No, I'm familiar with them, and they don't have such strong skills."

"In just a few strokes, the charm of it is outlined and it is completely vivid on the paper!"

"Who is it..."
Chapter completed!