After I Died, I Was So Popular Again

On this day, Zhong Chen was studying the stock curve at home. In fact, he still doesn't understand, just watching and playing.

He was particularly sensitive to money when he was young.

Although Zhong Chen had an official career in his previous life, he secretly did a lot of business activities.

One year, the south was hit by a severe drought and the treasury was empty.

As a result, because of the way he came up with making money, the treasury factory was so full of money that it couldn't fit it, and it was expanded several times.

This is also one of the reasons why the emperor relied on him so much later.

Jiang Bai came to Zhong's house in the morning and was sitting on the side playing games.

"Ah-sneeze!" Zhong Chen sniffed and pulled out a tissue.

Jiang Bai raised his head and joked: "Brother Zhong, someone must be thinking of you secretly."

Zhong Chen: "?"

Zhong Chen: "Shut up."

Except for the master, he doesn't want anyone to think about himself.

…

Subsequently.

Qi Linqing went home with a bag full of brushes. Although he was happy when he painted with them, he knew he should start making money again.

He tidyed up the room and turned out the newspaper he had read a few days ago, which contained recruitment information.

[Xx Taobao shop specially hires a master of traditional Chinese painting, custom price 2k+/piece]

After learning about prices during this period of time, Qi Linqing knew that two thousand yuan was not enough, enough for him to buy a few good pens of good quality.

If the price is calculated by ratio, it is estimated that a painting in his previous life could not be sold for that much money.

Qi Linqing called and asked.

His voice is youthful and clear, but his words are clear and he doesn't rush or slow down, making people feel calm inexplicably.

The other party did not doubt, and agreed with him to conduct an interview on Saturday afternoon.

The next day, Qi Linqing went to school.

When he and Du Yuanbai were eating, they casually mentioned this incident.

"Are you going to work and earn money again?" Du Yuanbai looked at him with a little suspicion.

Qi Linqing nodded.

Du Yuanbai wondered, let's not mention why Qi's family didn't give you money... His eyes moved down and fell on the IWC Portuguese watch on Qi Linqing's wrist.

This watch alone is worth hundreds of thousands.

Du Yuanbai: "I find that your brain circuits are different from those of others."

Qi Linqing: "Huh?"

Du Yuanbai: "Most people are short of money, so they will definitely choose to sell things first. A watch like yours is still very new. Selling it will definitely solve your financial problems."

Qi Linqing looked down at his watch and said, "Forget it."

This is a gift from the original owner to the person he likes.

He didn't have any burden to keep Dai, but he rushed to sell it, and his conscience was a bit sad.

Besides, Qi Linqing will not sell things when there are not many difficulties.

The main reason was that the last quilt was sent to the pawnshop in the previous life, and the shadows were cast on the walls of the house disciples...

Du Yuanbai immediately understood.

Maybe Qi Linqing is obsessed with this feeling of part-time work.

Look at how high people's ideological awareness is now.

Du Yuanbai quoted the classics: "The richest man Bill also did odd jobs before he was stabbed. Self-reliance is actually very good. It's time to experience life."

Qi Linqing glanced at him and said, "I am not experiencing life, I am really poor."

Du Yuanbai: "..."

The other side of the canteen.

Tanggula watched Qi Linqing and the fat man with the surname Du from a distance eating, feeling a little nervous.

Later, his father repeatedly asked him to invite Qi Linqing to be a guest at home.

He also wants to have more contact with each other selfishly.

Since seeing Qi Linqing's painting that day, Tanggula admitted that he was indeed moved again.

The friend encouraged: "If you hesitate, you will lose! Hurry up!"

Tanggula took a deep breath and plucked up the courage to walk over.

He stood at the opponent's table, his eyes drifting away, feeling he was talking nonsense:

"Student Qi, my dad is the judge of the last Chinese painting competition. He admires you very much and wants to invite you to our house for dinner..."

Qi Linqing hasn't responded yet.

Du Yuanbai got excited first, looked at him and said:

"I've heard that your dad is the professor of Chinese painting at that Academy of Fine Arts?"

Tangula said "um".

Under the quiet eyes of the black-haired boy, he didn't know why he felt a little hot, and sweat dripped on his forehead.

Qi Linqing: "Okay, about when?"

Tang Gula stammered: "Well, or else, school will be over this Friday?"

Qi Linqing nodded, "Yes."

Tanggula left lightly as if stepping on the clouds.

The dinner table.

Du Yuanbai wondered: "This professor likes you so much, he even asked his son to specially invite you to his house."

Qi Linqing shook his head: "It should not be."

Qi Linqing guessed that Professor Tang invited himself, perhaps because of the "lost technique" that the other party said that day.

But the techniques he used in painting were very common at the time.

Qi Linqing didn't think his technique was strange.

Maybe a thousand years have passed, no one knows now, this happened to attract the other party's attention.

Qi Group, President's Office.

Qi Yingjun is browsing a report.

He asked the secretary to investigate Qi Linqing's previous life in the countryside to see if he could find Qi Linqing's master and give him compensation.

However, the report shows that Qi Linqing does not seem to have come into contact with any masters of traditional Chinese painting at all.

The secretary is weak: "President Qi, after all these years, if the other party deliberately concealed it, we would not be able to find out."

Qi Yingjun was silent.

He had originally thought whether to directly compensate Qi Linqing.

But this person didn't accept gifts last time, as if he was wearing a layer of armor to defend him.

School is over on Friday.

Qi Linqing told the driver not to pick him up, and then got into a taxi with Tangula.

During the ride, Tanggula had been looking for words and chatting hard.

Although Qi Linqing speaks few words, it doesn't make people feel embarrassed.

The atmosphere was fairly harmonious for a while.

When he was about to get home, Tangula felt that their relationship should be closer, and he could ask more in-depth things.

"Do you still like Zhong Chen now? I... I was just curious."

Qi Linqing was a little surprised.

Tanggula's face was reddened: "If you mind, you don't need to answer."

"What does it matter?" Qi Linqing laughed, "I don't like him."

Tangula: "Really?!"

Qi Linqing: "It's all based on false accusations. We are actually just ordinary classmates."

Tangula was ecstatic in his heart, but he didn't show the slightest expression on his face.

Otherwise... it's too obvious. He was afraid of scaring the other person away.

"Then what type do you like?" Tangula continued to probe.

This problem stumped Qi Linqing.

In his previous life, he drove around for his livelihood and painting, and he had never thought about life-long events.

Favorite type?

Maybe, it should be, as cute as the little apprentice...

After Qi Linqing realized this taboo thought suddenly appeared in his mind, his expression was slightly stiff.

But he quickly comforted himself, guessing that it was because of the influence of the "Those Love History that Emperor Liang Luoduan had to Say".

It's all to blame for the author named Sagawa Chuan, who is talking nonsense about the relationship between master and apprentice.

Qi Linqing sorted out his slightly messy heart, and returned to peace again.

"There is no fixed favorite, I generally do whatever it takes." He said.

Tanggula's eyes lit up when he heard the words, as if he had seen hope.

Maybe this illusory fate is his turn?

As the two talked, the taxi arrived at Tang's house.

Tanggula scanned the QR code and paid, then opened the door and walked down.

He pointed to the three-story villa in front, turned his head and said to Qi Linqing:

"Here, this is my house, let's go in."

There is another relative visitor at the Tang family today.

In terms of seniority, he is Tangula's uncle.

Tang Shaoyue was slightly surprised when he saw the other party, "Big brother, why are you here?"

Tang Quan sat down on the sofa and said angrily:

"Something happened recently, come to talk to you."

Tang Shaoyue was a little funny.

His elder brother, although he is more than half a hundred years old, is also in the antique appreciation industry, but he is very disrespectful.

In certain things, Tang Quan was as naive as a child.

He glanced at the clock on the wall and asked, "What's the matter?"

Tang Quan came in and opened his head endlessly: "It's the Professor Yan Shi, Gome..."

Tang Shaoyue nodded, "I know him."

However, Tang Shaoyue didn't know him, he had only heard of Yan Shi's reputation as a bigwig in the industry.

Although they are all university professors who teach Chinese painting, Tang Shaoyue's place is only an ordinary Second Academy of Fine Arts, which is completely incomparable with other people's Gome.

Tang Quan: "...Last time I went to a junior’s birthday party with him, and it happened that a young man gave my junior an ancient painting that was suspected to be the original painting of Saint Fu Yi. Professor Yan devoted himself to studying Fu Yi, I After talking to him, he was so excited at the time. As a result, the painting was taken away as soon as we arrived at the scene."

"Do you dare to believe it? That young man regretted not giving it away!"

Tang Quan gritted his teeth at this point. For this short period of time, he has been brooding about this matter.

Tang Shaoyue was puzzled: "But how can you be sure that it is Fu Yi's authentic work?"

Fu Yi was not well-known before he was alive, and he died young, and he experienced ups and downs in his life, with few paintings handed down.

If you can really run into it, it is definitely the ancestors who burned a high incense in the previous life.

Tang Shaoyue always felt that the ancient paintings in Tang Quan's mouth were highly likely to be imitations.

Tang Quan: "I thought it was Yuan Sihao's painting at first. But I took a closer look, eh, it made me find something wrong. There are particularly obvious traces of three-dimensional skills in Fu Yi's style, plus the history books say that they were both Is it a great friend..."

Hearing what Tang Shao said, his heart was itchy, and he suddenly felt that it was impossible.

Tang Shaoyue said: "I was a judge of the Ink Cup two days ago and I also met a student who actually knew this long-lost three-dimensional traditional Chinese painting technique."

Tang Quan was stunned.

He knew that his younger brother had a dull and serious personality, and he was not used to making jokes, let alone deceiving others.

But he still couldn't believe it.

After all, this technique has been lost for thousands of years!

At this time the doorbell rang.

Tang Shaoyue stood up and looked out for a while, then turned around and said, "Here, he's here. I'll just introduce you."

Tang Quan nodded, expecting a little in his heart.

After a while.

Qi Linqing walked in behind Tangula.

Tang Shao hurriedly greeted them to sit down, "What do you want to drink? Juice or carbonated drinks?"

Qi Linqing: "Boiled water is good."

Tang Shaoyue asked the babysitter to pour water, turned around and wanted to introduce it to Tang Quan.

However, Tang Quan looked at Qi Linqing with his expression as if he had just experienced a magnitude eight earthquake.

Isn't this, this is Qiao Zhou's nephew? !

Although he had never seen Qi Linqing with his own eyes, he had seen the photos on the Internet and recognized him at a glance.

Tang Shaoyue asked wonderingly: "What's the matter with you?"

Tang Quan swallowed, and said with difficulty: "He is the young man I just said to send the painting."

Tang Shaoyue: "..."

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