Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

Chapter 41 Value

He cleared his throat and spoke.

"I have to say, the teacher's handwriting can't be done without ten years of hard work."

"But the point is not ten years. The ancients' chains were created for half a lifetime, and some even held pens since they were sensible, and they didn't put them down until they died. Calligraphy was in the ancients, just like our mobile phones and computers today. It is integrated into life. and the stuff in the blood."

"When it comes to skills, the teacher is definitely not as flattering as the ancients."

"But the goodness of the teacher lies in the god in this word."

"Look at this, and this."

"Does it look like a desperate veteran on the battlefield?"

"Here, is there any pride that one person can be a teacher of millions!"

The more he talked, the more excited he became, and the man sighed again.

"What's the matter? According to what you said, isn't the word teacher very good?"

"It's good, that's right,"

"I'm just a pity, it's a pity that the teacher is still alive.

"What do you want to do!"

Someone looked at him warily.

"Where are you going? If you don't understand the art industry, let's take calligraphy and painting as an example. Its value is mainly composed of two aspects, one is its own artistic value, and the other is scarcity."

"There is no doubt that the artistic value of the teacher's calligraphy is quite high. As for how high it is, I can't tell from my knowledge."

"But it's a pity that he only regrets the scarcity."

"First of all, this is just the teacher's practice work. Everyone knows that it is common practice to write more than a dozen pieces every day. In this way, the value will be diluted."

"What's more, practicing works means that this piece of paper has no story, and a work of art with no story to tell will shrink in value."

"Finally, and most importantly."

His tone is solemn.

"The teacher is not dead yet."

"Don't think I'm joking, the life and death of an artist can have a profound impact on the value of his works."

"Take Van Gogh as an example. You all know the great painter Van Gogh. He died in his 30s. Because of this, his oil painting Sunflowers, which was never paid attention to before his death, was auctioned within ten years after Van Gogh's death. The sky-high price of nearly 4000 million U.S. dollars."

4000 million, repay US dollars!
Everyone was shocked and swallowed their saliva.

"So, if the teacher dies one day, and then all his other works are lost, only the one we have is left."

The man pondered for a moment and made a gesture.

"At least, this price."

The crowd was surprised again.

"This, this, what's the matter!"

"Didn't it mean it's just practice, it doesn't have much value, and there's no story..."

"Heh, you don't understand that. Stories aren't just made up by random people. You really think that those antiques are full of heart-wrenching and life-threatening lives. To put it bluntly, most of them are made up to give these things a boost. "

The man sneered and sighed again.

"What's the pity?"

Someone asked curiously.

"Idiot, didn't I just say that if the teacher dies..."

The conversation came to an abrupt end.

Everyone seemed to have been immobilized, and their bodies were stiff and unable to move.

"Say it, keep talking."

They turned their heads Kakaka, and saw Lu Mingfei's kind and kind face.

That looks really like the master who whipped himself with a rolling pin when he was a child.

The Internet cafe at ten o’clock in the evening is the same as before, the smoky lights of inferior cigarettes are hazy, the guy with the FPS game is flying the mouse, and the guy who loses the game of StarCraft yells, kicks his slippers to the counter, and throws a few coins Grab your iced tea and leave.

The girl poohed, and clattered the coins into the drawer.

"Not even a thank you, no culture is no culture!"

Someone violently opened the curtain, stumbled and fell on the counter, the upper body was covered, and the lower body was spread out on the ground like mud.

The strong smell of alcohol went straight to the girl's nose, she frowned, and it was unlucky to meet another alcoholic.

Those who deal with network administrators these days are either middle school students who escaped from school over the wall to play games, or idle bastards in the society. They take the young and Dangerous boys in Hong Kong movies as their spiritual idols, and call each other Big Pheasant. Either drinking or staying up all night. If you have wine today, you will be drunk today, so it doesn't matter whether you live or die tomorrow.

Especially on the night shift, sometimes the girl might even meet seven or eight drunkards in one night, and after finally dealing with it, she would go to buy a lottery ticket, thinking that if the old lady’s luck is not 500 million, it’s a shady scene. The good guy missed the bet.

Only then did the girl understand that her luck of meeting seven or eight drunkards that night is called bad luck, and the main thing is to lose money, which has nothing to do with winning the lottery.

Sighing, the girl's face darkened, and she put on a posture to deal with the drunkard in front of her.

"Xiaoya..."

The drunkard obviously drank a lot, and he was still chanting something in his mouth, which was too vague to hear clearly, but the occasional "Xiaoya" was clear.

Probably because he is proficient, practice makes perfect when he yells a lot, it is estimated that this person usually talks a lot in his dreams except when he is drunk.

The network management girl listened, and then looked at the drunkard's face. The main reason was that the man's hair was too long, covering most of it.

"you again!"

The girl's face was covered with a layer of frost, and she had already recognized the person.

This alcoholic is already a celebrity in her Internet cafe. He is nicknamed Long Hair, and he doesn’t have a serious job. He comes here every two days and nights, and at dawn, he staggers away like a zombie in Resident Evil. He comes again after dark. Occasionally, like this one, I don’t know where to drink and get drunk. The person on duty will turn on the machine for him and throw the long hair on the chair, and it’s over. At least this person gives money, and he has never owed Internet users. cost.

There are a few long-haired people in the Internet cafe, and they all live here as their own family. They just turn on the machine at night and deal with it for one night. There are air conditioners and hot water for 20 yuan. It’s just that the keyboard and yelling are noisy. ,Used to it.

The network administrators generally don’t rush. After all, it’s not easy for everyone. The girl will occasionally send a bucket of instant noodles when she is on duty. When others say thank you to her, they will coldly say that it’s a pity to throw it away when it’s due. If Lu Mingfei is present, it must be familiar. Sister, you said the same to me.

The webmaster girl quietly looked at the long-haired alcoholic with eyes as if she saw flies buzzing in the garbage dump.His eyes were cold and contemptuous.

The long-haired alcoholic bent over to vomit as if rushing to reincarnate, the girl said coldly.

"Spit it out, don't block my eyes here."

Shaggy doesn't listen.

He vomited twice, it was just some soup and water, and there was no formed food residue, he must have vomited already, or he didn't eat anything decent at all, just drinking there.

The network management girl cut a sound, took a bottle of mineral water from the shelf, and quickly unscrewed it.

"One yuan and five, I'll put it in your account, remember to pay it back when you wake up tomorrow morning."

Chang Mao was already sitting on the ground, he heard the girl's voice, raised his face in a daze, and passed the mineral water to his mouth, but Chang Mao didn't drink it, just looked at the girl quietly.

Suddenly he laughed.

Changmao grinned and giggled, saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth, he stretched out his hand to touch the girl's face suddenly, chanting with his tongue that was slurred by drunkenness.

"Xiaoya...Xiaoya, what's wrong with you...Xiaoya..."

The webmaster girl slapped his hand off.

Crisp and loud like a slap in the face.

The people who were playing games nearby were startled, and stuck their heads out to see the excitement. When they found out that it was a spear, they curled their lips, said something boring and continued to play the game.

(End of this chapter)