"Go do what you need, I'll be back first."

When Su Qing called, Su Youfu went home with a hunched back and his hands behind his back.

"Thank you, Grandpa Youfu. Please take care."

Su Qing put away the note, said hello and got back into the car.

"Hello, who is this?"

Answer the phone.

"Hello, are you Mr. Su Qingsu?"

A slightly old but loud voice like a bell was heard on the phone.

His Mandarin is extremely unstandard and has a strong local dialect accent.

A name popped up in Su Qing's mind: Wang Jingui, the richest man in Linjiang County.

"I am Su Qing. Sir, I am not worthy of the title. May I ask who you are?"

Su Qing replied calmly.

"Old man Wang Jingui, I'm sure your uncle has already told you about me."

"Excuse me for bothering you, but I would like to ask you to draw a picture for me. What do you think, Mr. Su?"

Sure enough, it was Wang Jingui who called.

However, the other party's attitude was beyond Su Qing's expectations.

He didn't sound aggressive, but rather had a negotiating tone.

"My painting skills are so average that I dare not show off my poor performance. Mr. Wang, why don't you ask someone else to paint for me?"

Although the other party's attitude was good, Su Qing had no shortage of money, so he politely declined.

"Hey, Mr. Su, you are being too modest. Your cousin, oh, Su Zihan is your cousin, right?"

"I have seen the Tik Tok video she posted. The painting is very vivid and has a profound artistic conception."

"I have seen a lot of things, but I have never seen such high painting skills."

"That's why I went to great lengths to find Mr. Su and shamelessly asked him to draw a picture for me."

"Mr. Su, if you have any concerns, please speak up."

"If it's about the writing fee, Mr. Su, feel free to name your price."

"The old man has nothing else but money."

Seeing Su Qing refuse, Wang Jingui hurriedly tried to persuade her kindly.

“What’s the use of money? Can art be measured by money?”

"What I paint is art. Art is priceless, you know?"

Su Qing sneered and refused. He was very unhappy with these soft yet sharp words!

"One million!"

Wang Jingui uttered three words.

"Don't even think about tainting art with the smell of money."

It’s just one million. Are you looking down on me?

"Three million!"

Wang Jingui didn't say anything and added another two million.

"We have nothing in common. We have nothing in common."

My paintings are only worth three million? "Five million!"

Wang Jingui continued to increase his investment.

"What kind of paintings does Mr. Wang like? I am good at sketching, Chinese painting, gouache, oil painting, watercolor, and printmaking."

Feeling the other party's determination to win, Su Qing changed his mind and agreed.

First, the other party gave a lot of money, and second, he suddenly changed his mind.

Although there is still a ton of gold in his personal space, Su Qing will never think that the money is too much.

It only takes half a day to paint a picture, and five million is in hand. This deal is very cost-effective! Just now, he suddenly thought that he had to have a career in public, which was also a way to make money.

Otherwise, if you sit at home and do nothing but have enough money to spend, even a fool would know that there is something wrong.

At the moment, the identity of a master of Chinese painting is very good.

Besides, people like Wang Jingui will not give up easily, so it is better to counter him as he moves.

"Great! Where is Mr. Su? I'll send someone to pick you up and we'll sit down and talk face to face."

Wang Jingui smiled brightly. Any problem that can be solved with money is not a problem at all.

"I am now in my hometown, preparing to go to the township government to apply for the reconstruction of my house."

Su Qing's heart moved. If he remembered correctly, Wang Jingui ran a construction company.

"Oh? Mr. Su is planning to build a house? Isn't this a coincidence!"

"The old man has been working in construction for most of his life, so he must have some skills."

"If Mr. Su trusts me, I'll leave this matter to the old man."

Wang Jingui understood the elegant meaning of Su Qing's words by listening to the music.

"Will this be too much trouble for Mr. Wang?"

Su Qing pretended to hesitate.

"It's no trouble, it's just a small matter."

Applying for a building permit and building a house is just a piece of cake for Wang Jingui.

"Then I'll trouble you, Mr. Wang. I'm going back to the county to visit you now."

In this case, Su Qing no longer refused and resolved the matter as soon as possible.

"Haha, the old man is ready to welcome Mr. Su."

Wang Jingui was naturally happy too. The two chatted for a few minutes and then hung up the phone.

Su Qing started the car and drove away from Sujia Village and headed for the county town.

Twenty minutes later, we arrived at Xiangshan Tingquan, the most upscale villa community in the county.

The geographical location here is better than Xiangshan Tingyu, and the selling price is also more expensive, as all the villas are single-family villas.

Su Qing had originally wanted to buy a villa to live in, but later heard that it had been sold out, so he gave up the plan.

Villa No. 8 is the home of the richest man Wang Jingui. It covers an area of ​​several thousand square meters and is decorated extremely luxuriously.

"Mr. Su is so young? That's rare."

Wang Jingui was surprised to see Su Qing and invited him to the living room to have tea together.

"Mr. Wang, sorry to bother you."

Su Qing greeted the other party neither humbly nor arrogantly and looked at Wang Jingui.

He looked to be in his sixties, short and thin, energetic and with a ruddy face.

Walking on the street, he looks like an ordinary old man.

No one would have thought that he was the richest man with a net worth of 10 billion.

"Come on, Mr. Su, please have some tea."

"Mr. Wang, please!"

Wang Jingui made a pot of tea himself, and the two chatted while drinking tea.

Talking about inviting Su Qing to paint this time, Wang Jingui sighed: "I am old now. In recent years, I have fallen in love with art, especially our Chinese paintings. I can't let them go."

"But I have never seen a painting as vivid as Mr. Su's."

"Even though I am just a layman, I can still feel the strong artistic conception contained in the painting. It is so shocking."

"The old man can't wait to watch you paint. Can I watch you create in person?"

"Don't worry, Mr. Su. The writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone have already been prepared. We are just waiting for you to show your skills."

After saying that, Wang Jingui looked at Su Qing with a hint of expectation in his eyes.

"Yes, this painting was created specifically for you. You have the right to watch it."

Su Qing nodded and did not refuse his observation.

The two of them came to the study on the second floor, where writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstone were all available.

However, the several high-definition cameras set up in front of the desk made Su Qing frown.

"Please forgive me, Mr. Su. I am going to record Mr. Su's creative process so that we can watch it from time to time."

"If Mr. Su doesn't like it, the old man will remove it right away."

Wang Jingui explained, but Su Qing felt that he was not telling the truth.

Perhaps he has some conspiracy? As expected, capitalists are not simple.

What do you mean you like art? Bullshit!

"It's okay, as long as Mr. Wang is happy, I don't mind."

Su Qing thought about it and didn't object.

I’ll counter your moves and see what you’re up to!

He is not afraid of conspiracies and plots, and he knows how to defeat ten with his own strength.

Today is Monday, pk Sanjiang, please read on! Thank you everyone! 　　 　 (End of this chapter)