Wen Xi was drooling as he watched when someone pushed the door open from outside.
"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, Ms. Wen."
King Kong walked in from outside with a scroll of painting, and was stunned when he saw Wen Xi.
"You...you are Ms. Wen?"
My God, this is too young, isn't it? This face is so fresh, she looks like a student, right?
How is it possible to draw a painting of that level of skill?
He really couldn't believe it.
Could this girl be Ms. Wen’s daughter?
Seeing his puzzled expression, Wen Xi quickly introduced herself: "Hello, I'm Wen Xi. You are Secretary Jin, right?"
"yes."
The handsome King Kong nodded blankly.
There is always someone better than you.
He had never expected this young girl to be such a talented painter. When he received the email, he was thinking, "I've never heard of this person in the calligraphy and painting world!" It turned out to be a young girl.
King Kong is the chief secretary of the president's office of the He Group. He has been with He Tingyan for so many years and has seen a lot, so he quickly returned to normal after a brief surprise.
After the two of them sat down, he didn't waste any time talking and went straight to the point: "It's like this, Miss Wen. I invited you here today mainly because I want you to try painting."
"Okay, no problem." Wen Xi nodded, "I just don't know what you want me to draw?"
“Drawing people.”
As He Ran spoke, he carefully unfolded the scroll in his hand.
The paper used for the painting looked quite old, with traces of erosion from water and fire all over it. The figures inside were blurred and unrecognizable, with only the rough outline remaining.
"This is……"
"To be honest, the person in this painting is Mr. He's wife. It's the only portrait of her that was ever painted. During the war, she passed away early, and this painting became Mr. He's only cherished memory. Now it's been damaged beyond repair, so we can only offer a large sum of money to have someone paint another one."
King Kong briefly explained the situation.
“But I can’t even see the face clearly.”
Wen Xi looked at the portrait carefully for a long time, his brows slightly raised.
If it was only slightly damaged and the original shape could be discerned, it wouldn't be difficult for someone to restore or copy it. But now it's all a mess...
"Yes, that's the difficulty. The remaining copy was burned, so now we can only reconstruct the portrait according to the old man's memory."
As he spoke, King Kong handed her a diary.
Wen Xi took it and started reading.
In the old man's heart, the old lady is undoubtedly the most beautiful person in the world, but these descriptions are really abstract and unprofessional.
She now finally understood why so many big hands hadn't been taken down.
After all, there are a thousand Hamlets in the hearts of a thousand people. If you imagine it based on words alone, even the slightest mistake will lead to a huge deviation.
She carefully studied the contents of the diary, and then silently deduced from the original painting for a while before looking up: "Okay, I'll give it a try, but I'm afraid I can't finish it in one day."
Fine brushwork painting is laborious, and the size of this piece is not small.
"It doesn't matter. Just let the old man take a look at it first. If it's okay, you can continue painting. Of course, if it's not, we will pay you according to the market price. You won't make a wasted trip."
"Okay." Wen Xi nodded, "Excuse me, where is the bathroom?"
She has the habit of washing her hands before painting.
King Kong hurried to the door and pointed her in a direction.
Wen Xi thanked him and walked over.
King Kong turned around and was about to go back to the meeting room when he saw He Tingyan walking towards him with an indifferent expression, his dark eyes looking as cold as ice and snow.
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