It was also the first time for Lao Li to see that car and he couldn't help showing off.
"Mianmian, did you see that car? I heard it cost tens of millions. A big boss came here tonight. The boss even drank with him for several rounds. He also said that the white wall looked a bit empty, so I
Thinking of you, these bosses all have tricky tastes, and the people who drive this kind of car may have a bad temper, but don't put too much pressure on yourself."
Sheng Mian heard the envy in his tone and smiled, "Then I'll go in. Uncle Li, you can go back."
The courtyard is the best place to stay in You County. It is said to be built according to the standards of a five-star hotel. It has never been open to the public. It only receives some leaders and businessmen who come to invest in You County.
It was also the first time for Shengmian to go in.
The courtyard is very elegantly landscaped, with three pavilions and pavilions, and five steps and a rockery fountain. It can be seen that every piece of wood has been selected extremely well.
The receptionist heard that she was introduced to painting and quickly led her to the room where she lived.
"The paint is ready, now do you want to go to the site to see it?"
It could be seen that the other party was a little anxious. Sheng Mian put away her things and nodded, "Then please lead me there."
Only when we got there did we realize that the white wall was indeed in the most conspicuous place and would be seen by almost everyone passing by.
It is about three meters long, reflecting the elegant scenery around it. For those who pursue details, this blank space is indeed a bit dull.
Sheng Mian looked at the paint prepared by the other party. Although it was not as good as what she was used to using, it was still pretty good.
"I'll start writing later."
The person next to her wanted to tell her to be careful, but when he thought that she was from the Imperial Academy of Fine Arts, he swallowed what he wanted to say.
Sheng Mian sat down on a chair nearby, and while looking at it carefully, he thought about it in his mind.
It is best to choose a splash-ink landscape here, and the colors must be from light to dark, and there should not be too many things, otherwise it will look messy.
I already have an idea in my mind, I bent down to adjust the paint and got ready to start writing.
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Returning to the reception room, Fu Yancheng raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows. The people attending tonight were all local grassroots cadres. Many of them were elderly. It was obvious that they all really wanted to do something for this small county. No.
The intrigues in the circle actually made him relax and drink a few more drinks.
He doesn't like drinking when negotiating, but he made an exception tonight.
Qi Shen saw him rubbing his temples and thought he had a headache. "You can rest for a while and I'll ask them to make some hangover soup and bring it over?"
Fu Yancheng took off his tie and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt. The smell of alcohol seemed to have dissipated a little.
The man was sitting on the sofa, with a handsome and neat profile, deep brows, and a high nose. He waved his hand when he heard the words.
"No, I'll go out for a walk later. You can go and rest."
Qi Shen nodded, "There are no large factories here in Youxian County, and the air quality is indeed very good. Maybe the higher-ups are looking at this and want to develop this place into a tourist area.
Qi Shen folded the suit he took off casually and handed it to the people waiting outside.
The cool breeze blowing at night was a bit pleasant. Fu Yancheng glanced out the window and walked out.
Sheng Mian had already drawn the surrounding outline and determined the general composition of the entire painting, and then realized that the sky had turned completely dark.
She painted a picture of an old man fishing, with few elements, the river, the mountains, and the lonely old man contrasting each other. It neither steals the limelight from the surrounding scenery nor is too dull.
I lowered my head and noticed that the paint tray was a little dirty, so I planned to go to the faucet not far away to clean the brush head and change the water.
It was ten o'clock in the evening, and there was no one around anymore. She was walking faster carrying her things, but when she lowered her head to arrange the painting tools, she bumped into someone's arms that smelled slightly of wine.
All the unused black paint in his hand spilled on the white shirt and also fell on Sheng Mian himself.
Fu Yancheng lowered his head and glanced at the shirt that had been splashed all over. It was obvious that he couldn't wear it anymore. His brows furrowed and his deep black eyes revealed a cold chill.
He also found that the person who bumped into him was somewhat familiar. When Sheng Mian raised his eyes, their eyes met.
Seeing him, she seemed even more shocked, her eyelids suddenly trembled, and she almost lost her grip on the things in her hands.
