My Identity As A Schoolmaster Has Been Exposed

"Why do you have any more? Boss Han, how much paper did you buy and give so much wine?"

Lin Mengjiao was so stupid to ask.

Although she doesn't understand, Xu Cong still knows very well. Although he is young, he is not young in his heart.

On the surface, what Han Honghu said was nothing more than going through the scene and finding an excuse to make Xu Cong unable to refuse his gift.

But in fact, Han Honghu knew that Xu Cong could understand what he meant. Otherwise, Xu Cong would not be worth attending those activities.

Buy rice paper and send Moutai!

No matter how you think about it, this is impossible!

Let's play! Can rice paper be as expensive as Moutai?

This kind of activity has not yet come out, and the manufacturer has directly closed down ahead of schedule.

But it happened that Han Honghu said it, and he didn't even believe it. Can Xu Cong believe it?

This is what Han Honghu bought specifically to please Xu Cong!

Xu Cong probably took a look, and asked pretendingly, "What kind of wine is this?"

Han Honghu rolled his eyes. He didn't believe that Xu Cong couldn't recognize that it was Moutai.

So he thinks Xu Cong is not asking what kind of wine, but the level of wine.

The duel between the two old foxes is always so thrilling, full of all kinds of black words.

Han Honghu looked at him and smiled: "Old cellar, a cellar for decades."

Xu Cong heard him say the level of the wine, took out his mobile phone and checked it on the Internet, and found that a bottle of this kind of wine is not a few thousand, but there are tens of thousands.

Then he roughly counted the wine that Han Honghu had taken from the car. There were 20 bottles!

Xu Cong called the good guy in his heart, his eyes lighted up, good guy, really willing to spend money!

After moving all the wine in the car, Han Honghu finally took the rice paper out of the car.

"Some are too big to fit in the car, so I didn't buy it! But I bought raw, cooked, and semi-cooked ones! Teacher Xu, you can use it!"

Xu Cong looked at the many rice papers, scratched his head, and said to him, "Uh...I mean whatever you want, not all."

Han Honghu heard him say this, and quickly explained to him: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter! Anyway, I bought it all, so let's keep the rest of Teacher Xu for his own use!"

They were all bought back, and Xu Cong couldn't let people take them back and return them, so he smiled and didn't speak any more.

Xu Cong probably touched the rice paper and knew in his heart that this rice paper is also the better one.

Then a few people walked into the house, ready to paint!

"Ms. Xu, is this table? What size do you need?" Han Honghu asked, pointing to a table.

Xu Cong thought for a while, and said to him: "Give me a six-foot full-open."

"Good!" Han Honghu immediately complied.

Six feet full open, 180*97 size, the largest size of the rice paper he bought!

Han Honghu is very happy, Teacher Xu, awesome!

He couldn't restrain his excitement, and immediately took out his mobile phone to send a message to his boss: "Boss! The largest size! Teacher Xu used the largest size I bought! Six feet full!"

Just when Han Honghu was excited, Xu Cong found the paintbrush from the room.

With just a glance, Han Honghu was stunned, and the excitement on his face disappeared instantly.

Because this pen is used, and it is still used, just throw it away, and the ink sticks on it and air-dried it.

"Forehead……"

The corners of Han Honghu's eyes twitched, which is too random!

Teacher Xu, you don’t have to shiver so much, do you?

Isn't it enough to use such a pen to paint such a good picture?

"Ahem! Well, that teacher Xu, is this pen? Don't you change it?" Han Honghu asked carefully with his courage.

Xu Cong glanced at Han Honghu, and then said to himself: "This one! Mengjiao, you help me wash it with water, and then find a small bowl to decorate with water!"

Xu Cong went to find black ink and ignored his proposal.

Painting is based on the artist's skill, not these fancy tools, which can only serve as icing on the cake.

Han Honghu didn't think so. At this moment, his mouth was wide open. He had seen famous artists paint with his boss.

Those people are very particular about pens, inks, papers and inkstones, and the brushes are even better.

But when I get to Xu Cong, why do I still use the rest? There are still some thorns!

It is said that a workman must first sharpen his tools if he wants to do his job well, but Xu Cong's paintbrush, no matter how you look at it, makes people feel unreliable!

Han Honghu's heart is pulled together, and his heart is suddenly lost!

He glanced at the time in the phone, it was almost five o'clock, this painting, can I finish the painting today?

"hiss……"

Inadvertently, Han Honghu's mood sank to the bottom, frowning, but Xu Cong still behaved unremarkably.

Lin Mengjiao followed his instructions, washed the brush on this side, and brought some fresh water.

Xu Cong walked into the room again, and after finding the ink to bring out, he didn't have the slightest gestation or hesitation, he started directly.

Ink!

Write down!

Suddenly, darkness spread on the rice paper.

The whole person Han Honghu looked at was dumbfounded, and almost yelled "I rely on", but rationally told him that this shouldn't be the case.

In his heart, he crazily hinted to himself: "This must be a sequence of writing, it must be looking for a feeling, it must be! Otherwise, Mr. Xu will not write so hastily!"

"It must be so..."

"definitely is…"

"must"

"must!"

But Xu Cong didn't mean to stop at all. After scribbling on the drawing paper, he did not change the paper, but was very serious and kept his eyes intent.

In Han Honghu's view, Xu Cong's reckless behavior is just scribbling something, and he can't see the rules at all.

And Xu Cong flicked to the east, flicked to the west...Han Honghu looked at him with a circle.

He has seen many painters paint. Although some of them are messy, they still have traces to follow!

For example, painting a mountain, someone has a shape of a mountain here, but Xu Cong can't understand it at all.

It is not an exaggeration to say that he thinks that his children are better than Xu Cong at a few years old. At this moment, his mentality really collapsed!

f*ck!

What's the matter?

Han Honghu looked at the corners of his eyes fiercely, he raised his head with a look of collapse and helplessness, but Lin Mengjiao looked forward to the side.

She didn't even dare to blink her eyes. She was afraid of blinking. Xu Cong's painting suddenly became a landscape painting! She wanted to witness the birth of this painting.

Han Honghu couldn't help it. He went to the toilet and sent a message to his boss: "Boss, I don't think Teacher Xu can paint this picture anymore!"

"He probably needs to get used to the new rice paper and is still practicing."

After sending the message, Han Honghu went back to Xu Cong and took a closer look. He collapsed again.

Humph!

!!!

Fuck! Fuck!! Fuck!!!

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck... Here, this... Ah! Teacher Xu, you, this, is this the painting just now?"

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