Huayu's body has a small broken station

247 Chapter 251 - Visit Teacher Yuan
Tongguan is going to visit Mr. Yuan's house during the day, even if the relatives don't move around often, the relationship will fade.

Before the news that Tongguan was exposed to spending tens of millions in Xiangjiang, on the one hand, it was dealt with by Tongguan itself, and Teacher Yuan was also asked to help.

As for why some regular media didn't report it, it was natural to have the help of these old scholars. Of course, it was more because Tongguan's body was strong enough.

The outside world doesn't know, but the data won't lie. How many people have "showed love" before and after Tongguan. It has never been publicized, but it doesn't mean that these people don't know.

Just like Tuantuan can help Tongguan promote songs, can you not investigate Tongguan's family background?

As for Tuantuan, of course he doesn't like Tongguan's visit, but the old men like Mr. Yuan still have to walk around.

"...Yo, I spent tens of millions on women, and I just brought two bags of tea here to the old man!" Teacher Yuan didn't give a good face when he saw Tongguan coming.

"Zhang Yiyuan's Gao Sui, I just bought two ink ingots when I was passing by Rongbaozhai." Tongguan had a lot of fun, but after changing hands, he gave some gifts to his wife, all of which were health products for old men and women.

"Go, go, come and sit, Xiaotong, don't bother with this old man."

"Huh~" Teacher Yuan curled his lips, but quickly packed up the two bags of tea.

You are talking about the old man, anyway, he is also a professor of CAFA, and his monthly salary is several thousand, plus some bonuses and so on, the monthly income is tens of thousands.

Occasionally attending some speeches or something, which one is not tens of thousands of dollars, this old man won the Gold Inlaid Jade Art Award this year, and his net worth has also risen with the tide.

Let’s just drink tea. The special Dahongpao can’t afford it. It’s absolutely fine to drink some high-end tea casually. If it is corrupted, thousands of gifts will never be accepted.

It looks like you've made me foolish, in case the old man loses power one day, it will be difficult to go from extravagance to frugality.

Tong Guan babbled a few words about family matters behind his wife's back, and then ran to the study room, and saw the old man hanging his copy of Castiglione's picture of a hundred horses on the wall.

This old man is so ruthless, tea ink sticks are only worth so much, this painting is now asking for several million, with the celebrity bonus of the director of Tongda, how many people want to flatter.

"What are you looking at? I'll hang this painting here, and I'll return it to you before I die!" Teacher Yuan scolded angrily as he watched the boy staring at Bai Juntu.

"How can it be, just treat it as a gift for the teacher's 60th birthday this year, and I will draw a picture myself later." Tongguan cheerfully went to the desk and looked at Teacher Yuan's recent works. How can I say that? Well, if he can understand it, he is a master.

"I don't take advantage of you. I wrote this into my will. Besides, I didn't underestimate you. You can't draw this state now!" Teacher Yuan looked at the long scroll behind him again with a sigh.

"Think about your situation back then. You were on the set all day and didn't care about world affairs. How good was your mentality at that time. Looking at you now, you smell like copper, can you still draw the charm in the painting?" Teacher Yuan said again Said contemptuously.

"Hey, you can say that my filming is bad, my singing is bad, you can't insult my profession!" Tongguan rolled up his sleeves like a live performance.

"Fart, why is the movie so bad? What's so bad is the plot, can you talk!" Teacher Yuan slapped the table angrily.

Cough cough, Tongguan gave Teacher Yuan a look of contempt, hey, the art director of the film is this old man, this old man says he doesn't like fame or profit, but he just loves to take advantage of him.

You must know that after the old man had a grandson some time ago, Qiu Yun ran over and gave him a pair of 5-jin gold ingots, and the old man took them without blinking.

"Yes, yes, there is no problem with art, okay!" Tongguan knew that the old man had been drifting away again in the past two days. Isn't this the micro-movie of "Pray-Dunhuang Flying Sky" became popular in the circle, at least in the art circle.

"Okay, it's okay, get the hell out, we're going to have dinner right away, I didn't do it for you!" Teacher Yuan was very annoyed at Tongguan, and he was not allowed to come today. His grandson is going to come to the door today, who has the time to talk to him? him.

"No, I don't have time for this bowl of tea yet, I'll sit for a while!" Tong Guan looked at the various treasures in the study and prepared to go back.

Although this old man doesn't have any antiques, the four treasures of the study he collected are all good things. He might as well get some paints back. Some paints are not impossible to buy, but have to be ordered. Tongguan has a bit of artistic talent anyway.

"You can sit down, don't mess with my things, tell me what you have become now, you don't do business all day long, earn some money and watch you be burned, wasteful, you don't know how to save..."

Teacher Yuan began to talk about the big truth while he was talking, and Yunshan said in a foggy manner, Tongguan is anyway, the left ear goes in and the right ear goes out, pull it here, look there, and finally found a chance to hide it in his pocket while the old man was not paying attention. Bought a piece of Yunsiqin ink from "Yidege".

Although it was used, this one was worth the ten ink sticks he gave the teacher today, and he had been thinking about it for a long time.

"...But you are doing well, and you haven't forgotten your roots. I heard from the secretary of our school that you have built a few schools in the northwest. Yes, this is worthy of praise. You must know, your business is getting money too quickly. Well, if you earn money and build a few more, you won't be injured, do more good things, at least..."

"Boom..."

"Ahem!" Tong Guan looked at the pen holder that had been accidentally knocked down, and was still holding two colored ink sticks in his hand, "Teacher Yuan, is this colored ink from another ghost's house?"

"Don't move, stand there and don't move!" Teacher Yuan suddenly slapped the table and jumped up, and rushed out with a brisk step. Instead of grabbing Tongguan, he rushed to the door of the study.

But Tongguan was faster, and ran out of the study in a flash, meow, putting so many good things on the old man will only throw dust into the dust, it's better to put his house into dust.

This old man has so many students, and Yangmei sends them these ink sticks regularly, and they can't use them up anyway.

"Old lady, grab this little bastard, he must have my Yunsi Qinmo in his pocket!" Teacher Yuan shouted towards the door angrily.

The teacher's wife didn't stop her when she saw Tongguan rushing towards the door, and she glanced angrily, "I won't be cooking your meal at noon!"

"Don't eat, don't eat, I'm leaving first!" Tong Guan said and ran away.

"Oh, oh, I've had a heart attack, I've had a heart attack, I can't do it, I can't do it, if you walk out of this gate today, I'll show you to death!" Seeing that he couldn't catch up, Teacher Yuan directly helped him. Sitting on the ground in exaggerated slow motion against the wall, and then lying down.

"Here it is, you can pay it back! You don't need it!" Tongguan was speechless, and he cheated on him, what else could he do.

It's not that Yunsiqin ink is unavailable to Tongguan, but it's impossible to order it at all. It's not that there are no luxury goods in China, and some things are even extravagant to an exaggerated level.

The palm-sized ink stick in Tongguan's hand was worth 70W in the 30s.This old man has been reluctant to use it since he was young.

Even if Tongguan is a big director and famous, if you can't order it, you won't be able to order it, and the queue will be 3 years later.

The main reason is that the process of making this thing is too time-consuming. After making the ink stick for the first time, it needs to be dried in the shade for one year, then smashed and mixed with the ink residue of the new year, and dried in the shade for two years. It takes seven years for the product to be sold.Every time I re-open it, I have to add something, anyway, this thing is troublesome.

Even if Tongguan ordered this piece, it was ordered in the name of Teacher Yuan. These things can’t be bought with money. sell you.

And this 'membership' is not given to you just by paying.

Tongguan went to help Mr. Yuan up, but the old man grabbed his arm tightly. Now Mr. Yuan's doorbell rang, so he didn't care.

Tongguan saw that a large family suddenly came, this is Teacher Yuan's son, he knew him, but the scene was very embarrassing, the old man pulled Tongguan's hair, and took something in Tongguan's pocket with one hand.

"What are you looking at, you bastard, hurry up and catch the thief, help me, this kid stole my ink stick!" Teacher Yuan shouted angrily.

"Ahem, Brother Yuan!" Tongguan couldn't make a fuss, so he quickly took out the ink stick in his pocket.

"Also, and, take out my colored ink! I saw it! Hurry up!" the old man continued to shout.

"No, listen to my explanation. I'm painting ten dogs recently. I can't get the paint at home, so you can borrow it from me. I will return it to you when it arrives!"

"Fart, when your color ink arrives, it will be next year, so hurry up and get it, I'm going to participate in the association's exchange meeting this year!"

"Well, look, your eldest grandson is here, don't you want to hug him?" Tong Guan pointed at the family in the living room again.

"Grandson can be hugged anytime. You took this color ink away. I have to wait for a year! I will be graded this year!"

Tong cared and reluctantly took out today's Shun's things from his pocket one by one, but before he could say hello to Brother Yuan's family, he was blown away by the old man.

'Cut~' Tongguan took out another ink stick from his cuff as he went downstairs and put it back into his pocket again, meow, traditional Chinese painting is troublesome, good ink is so hard to buy, what if it doesn't go well.

Not long after I arrived downstairs, I heard the window on the second floor suddenly open, "Tongguan, you little bastard, my son Huangmo! Next time I come here, I will break your leg!"

hehe~
Tong Guan waved his hand and then disappeared. Yunsiqinmo is not smooth, but Huangmo is mainly used for drawing pictures of ten dogs, no, it is for the pictures of pets at home.

After leaving Mr. Yuan's house, Tongguan ran to Mr. Wang's house, and this time they gave away relatively high-end cigarettes and alcohol.

Not every old man is the same as Mr. Yuan. This group of old pedants still needs to pay a visit, after all, they are all big trolls.

(End of this chapter)