Rebirth 07: Start adding points from elementary school students

Chapter 194 Red Dragon's Fang

Pour your emotions into it.

A seemingly very simple sentence is not easy to do.

Literary and artistic creation always emphasizes simplicity and returning to basics.

The power of many moving texts does not come from fancy techniques, but from the author's emotions.

But there are many misunderstandings that literary and artistic works can move people's hearts if they have emotions.

The premise of ignoring skills is that you actually have so many skills.

Once you have learned it and mastered it without using it, you will actually see the profound power.

The distorted human bodies, relationships and dynamics of Schiele, Klimt and Chaim Soutine are more accurate than those of many realists.

Being accurate first and then distorting is completely different from not being accurate and having to distort.

"So what do you think of photography, Master?"

"You think photography is simple, but it's not easy to make a photo have emotions." Yang Chengzhang paced and said, "It's just a different medium. Actually, kid, you don't have to worry so much. There is no standard answer to the meaning of painting. Even if it is for the fame and fortune gained by auction, it is also a kind of meaning.

As long as you have passion and understanding for painting, you can keep doing it and it will be meaningful.”

Li Yan did not respond to Yang Chengzhang, but opened the paint lid, took out the paintbrush soaked in water and shook it dry.

Yang Chengzhang left the studio satisfied, but actually waited outside for a whole day.

Li Yan in the studio is entering a precious zone, and his understanding of painting is gradually improving. The knowledge of the size of the picture alone has brought him great benefits.

It is easier to control the overall situation in a small picture, and the changes in the brushstrokes are also very obvious, which makes it easier to produce results. The same composition is very exciting and full of content when placed on a small picture, but when placed on a full-size paper, the blank space may not be called blank space, but blank.

The expression of brush strokes is also much more difficult on a large canvas. You can use a 0.1 pen or a 0.03 pen to draw wonderful changes on a small canvas, but a large canvas requires all kinds of skills.

The painting supplies that Yang Chengzhang prepared for Li Yan could be said to be extremely complete, including everything that Li Yan knew and didn't know.

It's like the studio of Uncle Neil who believes in you more than your mom does.

He still paints what he sees, and what he paints is the drawing table in front of him and the scenery outside the floor-to-ceiling window.

But the painting is not just about the scenery in front of him. The scenery outside the window is the familiar campus, but the studio he is in is still an unfamiliar environment. The French windows isolate the space, and the sunlight pouring in connects the emotions, just like the sunlight itself in late April.

Li Yan uses paint in a bold and decisive manner, and rarely has his colors been so intense and pure.

Once you put your heart into the painting, the answer to whether the material expression of some objects should be exaggerated, realistic or weakened will naturally come to you.

Ding!
[Painting +2, Level 55 skill, total ]

It's growing so fast! I have accumulated a lot of understanding of painting for a long time, but it still needs practice to confirm it.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Yang Chengzhang pushed open the door.

Of course, this painting cannot be completed in one day. Li Yan, who was concentrating on painting, was a little surprised, "Master hasn't left yet?"

"Stop for a moment and I'll take you to have a meal."

"No, I'm in good shape now."

Once you get into the state of doing things, you will become more energetic the more you produce.

"It's great to be in this state. Paintings are not created in this state once or twice." Yang Chengzhang smiled and turned off the main light. "Let's go. I'll take you to meet the people from the Red Dragon Gallery."

Li Yan followed decisively.

Yang Chengzhang's car was just an ordinary Mercedes-Benz. As he walked among a group of interns who were still working overtime, Li Yan felt the envious gazes they received.

He originally thought they were going to some top-notch restaurant, but he didn't expect his master to go to places with fewer people.

Damn, are you trying to kidnap me?
Fortunately, the car finally drove into a security-controlled...manor?
Forgive Li Yan for being unsophisticated, he really didn’t know what to call this villa complex with the slogan “Private Kitchen”…and it’s located halfway up the mountain.

“Jinshuiloutai Farm, this is the most authentic chicken in New Taipei City.”

When Li Yan got off the car and followed Yang Chengzhang through the corridor, he suddenly understood why this place was called this name.

The several scattered wooden houses were private dining rooms, and the open space they had enclosed was actually a pond... There were vegetables planted next to it, and chickens were raised in the backyard.

Produce and sell by yourself.

Two elegant waitresses came over and nodded to Yang Chengzhang with a smile.

"Deyue Tower."

The four of them walked up step by step until they reached a room at the top. A waiter knocked gently on the door:
"Mr. Qi, the guests are here." Li Yan was shocked as soon as the door opened. Although there was only a small table in the middle of the private room that could only seat eight people, the area was surprisingly large. Not to mention dining, the room could even accommodate a dance troupe!

Damn, did someone guess the hidden function?
There is a private dining room with an entrance hall, where a large root-carved coffee table is placed, incense is lit, and faint Buddhist music is playing.

Two people, a man and a woman in tight suits, were ordering tea.

"Teacher Yang is here." The man had long hair tied into a bun, his temples shaved clean, and a beard. His face was very three-dimensional and handsome. He wore nine rings on his ten fingers and three strings of Buddhist beads.

This look is definitely a killer for young women.

"The food is just about to be served, please take a seat." The woman, on the other hand, was very capable, with sharp features, neat short hair, quick movements and a straight posture, like a fucking special forces soldier.

The overall temperament of these two seems... a bit dramatic, like they are playing secret agents.

The four of them sat down in a row. Yang Chengzhang smiled and began to introduce them: "This kid, I told you before, is my last disciple, Li Yan, and a genius student at New Taipei No. 1 High School. She is quite famous in the education circle of New Taipei."

The two "agents" simply nodded.

"This is Qi Delong, the person in charge of Red Dragon Gallery in South China."

The other one is called Dongqiang, right?
"That person over there is Mr. Qi's assistant, Xie Lihua."

Li Yan just nodded.

Damn it, you didn’t even say hello first.

The food arrived quickly. Qi Delong and Yang Chengzhang were happily chatting about recent anecdotes in the art circle. Li Yan had no chance to say much and could only be a pure eater.

The legendary good chicken appeared. Li Yan tried a piece and was impressed that it was indeed juicy and fresh, with a strong chicken flavor.

Qi Delong frowned and said, "The chicken today is not up to standard."

Yang Chengzhang also put down his chopsticks, "Jinshuiloutai has been getting worse and worse in the past two years."

Fortunately, I didn’t say that the chicken was not fresh, otherwise I would have become Mr. Bean eating oysters.

"Eat this fish, the quality of the fish is quite good, although it is a common grass carp," Qi Delong smiled and scooped a spoonful of fish meat for Yang Chengzhang, "but it is raised in mountain spring water, and there is not even a trace of earthy smell. It can be said that ordinary things have been made into delicacies."

Li Yan took a bite, but couldn't figure out what it tasted like.

Yang Chengzhang laughed out loud, "It tastes better than those expensive sea fish, right, Li Yan?"

Li Yan was stunned by the sudden cue. I have never eaten this expensive sea fish.

"Our signature chicken is losing business, so we should try some special fish to steal the show." Qi Delong clinked glasses with Yang Chengzhang with a smile, "Even if this fish is a grass carp raised in mountain spring water, it can be sold better than traditional precious marine fish and even at a higher price if it is labeled as a signature dish by a local restaurant."

Is this how you guys chat?

"Boss Qi," Yang Chengzhang finished the wine in his glass, "After all, he is my only direct disciple. He can't be a grass carp, right?"

Qi Delong poured another glass of wine, "It's not what you think. To the Red Dragon, it doesn't matter what fish it is. What matters is who caught it."

"You must have heard of this before." Yang Chengzhang drank another glass of wine, his face was a little red, it turned out that this old man's face was red when he drank. "This kid, who is only in the first grade of junior high school, stood in front of my painting "Yellow Earth Peasants" and looked at it for several minutes. He saw a lot of things. It's no exaggeration to say that he saw more than most critics said."

“But he was willing to appreciate it so patiently with the mentality that ‘this painting is good’, mainly because it was hung in a prominent place in the New Taipei Museum of Art.”

Li Yan frowned suddenly. Qi Delong had the mindset of a complete businessman.

She had clearly made an appointment to have dinner with Yang Chengzhang, but while repeatedly emphasizing her own value, she intentionally or unintentionally ignored Li Yan, and her tendency seemed very obvious.

A businessman will not eat without a purpose.

"Boss Qi, I've been dealing with you for three to five years, and your way of doing things hasn't changed at all." Yang Chengzhang stopped drinking the wine and put a piece of chicken into his mouth, "Don't you want to train my disciple, Honglong, together?"

"Oh, my teacher Yang, you said I haven't changed. Ten years ago, someone said you get drunk when you drink. I think you are the same." Qi Delong patted Yang Chengzhang's back gently and scooped a spoonful of stir-fried snail slices for him. "Based on your friendship with Honglong, I have to give you face. Honglong still wants to do business in Linjiang."

"I just don't like what you say." Yang Chengzhang shook his head.

"But what I said was all honest," Qi Delong finally looked at Li Yan, "Honglong will certainly cooperate with your apprentice. We will include him in the painter database and pay extra attention to his works."

Eh? After all this time, we are still good friends...

"But it has to be in your name." Qi Delong picked up the wine dispenser and prepared to add wine to Yang Chengzhang, but Old Yang's glass was clearly still full.

What a shitty buddy, Li Yan's face turned cold, talking about this and that, asking me to be a ghostwriter?
Yang Chengzhang drank the wine in one gulp, with a very happy expression on his face, "Why didn't you say no earlier? Li Yan, why don't you thank Uncle Qi?"

The rare childishness that Li Yan showed due to his lack of knowledge about food disappeared in an instant.

"Thank you for the treat, Mr. Qi. As for the cooperation method you mentioned, I refuse."

(End of this chapter)