Almighty Fat Goddess

Chapter 336 The only portrait

As for the dishes, Qin Yang didn't have much to criticize. As soon as the beggar chicken came to the table, he took off two chicken thighs and ate them. There were only [-] pieces of Dengying beef. Xiaoya didn't dare to eat it, for fear of Qin Yang. Can't get enough.

In the end, she was shocked to find that Qin Yang ate two dishes, two fried rice with supreme egg and two bottles of red wine by himself.

In the end, she had no choice but to order another bottle of wine and add another dish by the way.

After the two of them ate, the remaining half bottle of wine was too much to drink, and Qin Yang couldn't bear to give it to Xiaoya, holding the bottle with his blushing face as he poured it into his trousers belt.

"Drink...can't be wasted...drink...must be finished..."

He also fought hard, his bladder was almost burst, and finally he almost went back to the studio with his back against the wall.

With the help of alcohol, he started painting barefoot in the studio until it was dark.

When it was time to eat, he thought about the lunch again. Xiaoya also came in at this time, and just smiled, he started to worry again.

"I'm addicted to this restaurant's food, but this line is too difficult...Xiaoya, can you think of another way? Give me money, can I give you money! Isn't she doing business for money? Let's Give her money, 100, 500 million, even 1000 million, [-] million, as long as she allows us to eat every day, without queuing!"

Xiaoya had a hard time this time. She had known for a long time that the owner of the first floor in the world is not a character who is short of money. He cooks based on hobbies and interests. If it is Xianyang City, it will be easy to handle. There are VIPs in the main store, and it costs 500 million yuan at most. You don't need to queue up, you can eat at any time, and there will be someone to deliver it to your room.

But the branch here is only on the lower floor, and there is no such business at all.

But she also thinks it is impossible for this talented artist to queue for three meals a day, four to 10 minutes and an hour each time, and the company will not agree. This is a waste of time and money. You know, Qin The current market price of one of Yang's paintings is more than one million. He feels that he has come all year round, and he only paints two or three paintings.

"What? You can't even give money?"

Xiaoya nodded in embarrassment.

"What about giving her paintings? By the way, have you asked, does she like art?"

"Art?"

Xiaoya's eyes lit up, she leaned over excitedly and said.

"Boss Bai really likes art. She has composed many songs. Yes, she has also written many poems. She seems to know how to play musical instruments!"

"Is that so..."

Qin Yang squinted his eyes, and waved his hand to let Xiaoya get off work first, while he pondered for a while in the room, and an idea that he thought was brilliant came to his mind.

That night, he didn't eat, and kept staring at the team downstairs, but what made him crazy was that it was already ten o'clock in the evening, and the team downstairs was still more than 100 meters long.

At about 11:30, he took a nap, woke up suddenly, and hurried to the floor-to-ceiling windows to check. He was overjoyed when he saw that the downstairs was empty and there was no one there.

So I quickly put on my clothes and changed my shoes, and took the work I was most satisfied with from the door.

This painting is far more than 100 million. Many private collections that come here for fame have sold for 500 million. He is not willing to sell it, but now he is taking it away.

He carried the painting to the first floor, and arrived at the door of the branch store on the first floor of the world with eyes full of anticipation. As a result, something happened that made him miserable.

The first floor of the world was already closed, the lights inside were dim, and there were only three or two waiters who were tidying up the tables, chairs and benches. He hesitated outside for a moment before knocking on the glass door.

The waiter glanced at it, seemed to say something, and waved to him, indicating that the door was closed.

He pointed to the painting under his arm and knocked on the door again.

A waiter was overwhelmed and came to open the door.

"Sir, our store is closed today, why don't you come back tomorrow?"

He originally wanted to explain, but he made up a nonsense casually.

"Oh, I know. I'm delivering something to your boss. Look, she called me and asked me to come."

While talking, he shook his mobile phone to the other party. These waiters were just invited, who knows what happened, they were really fooled, not only invited him in, but also poured him a cup of hot tea.

"Sir, wait a moment, I'm going to invite the boss."

Bai Feng is in the back kitchen at the moment, and Mo Bei, Meng Fei and others are preparing materials for the next day. Hearing the waiter's general description of the situation, he is completely stunned.

A group of people were still wearing aprons and walked up to Qin Yang. Bai Feng looked at the other party carefully, and before he could speak, Meng Fei spoke first. He knew Qin Yang.

"Mr. Qin!"

"Mr. Qin?"

The others were stunned, and Meng Fei introduced them with a smile.

"Oh, this is Mr. Qin Yangqin, the youngest talented painter in our country. Now his paintings are the favorite collections of rich people. Not long ago, a pair was auctioned abroad. I heard that they sold for more than 800 yuan. Great! I used to be a VIP customer of Zhiwei Restaurant!"

Only then did the others suddenly understand, and after exchanging pleasantries, Bai Feng asked with a smile.

"Then you come now..."

Qin Yang let out an oh, spread out the painting he brought, rubbed his nose in embarrassment and said.

"Hehe, it's like this, Boss Bai, and I live above our CBA building. I heard that you have opened, and I want to come over to recognize the door. I just draw, and I don't have any other gifts. I picked a painting and sent it over, and it happened that there was nothing hanging in your store, so I thought...hehe..."

Bai Feng smiled and turned his eyes to the painting he had spread out. It was an oil painting. It depicted a woman in winter clothes standing on the edge of a cliff with her arms outstretched, her eyes closed, and a smile on her face. Enjoy the morning sun.

After reading it, Meng Fei was stunned again, scratching his head and asking him in doubt.

"Mr. Qin, I heard that you only paint landscapes, never people..."

Qin Yang's face turned pale, and he misunderstood immediately. He thought that others suspected that the painting was not drawn by him, so he quickly stammered and explained the whole story.

After some explanations, Bai Feng and the others' complexions darkened.

It turns out that the reason why Qin Yang has achieved something in painting, and only paints landscapes and landscapes, has a lot to do with the woman in this painting.

According to his introduction, the person in this painting is Li Ting, who was originally his college classmate. The two studied art together, opened a studio together, painted together, and gathered together.

Soon, the two fell in love, but their love was different from others. Others took their girlfriends to lively and fun places, shopping, and watching movies.

They specialize in picking famous mountains and great rivers with good scenery, where to go where the precipitous...

This painting is the only figure painting he painted for his girlfriend Li Ting, and it is also the last one...

"After this painting was finished, my girlfriend got leukemia. At that time, she needed a lot of money for medical treatment. In order to save her, I worked hard to paint and paid for her medical treatment with the money from selling the painting. But at that time my painting It's not worth much, and... her illness is incurable..."

"So you just try to paint, because you don't want to disappoint her?"

"No... I was thinking... If I work hard to paint and earn more money, maybe next time, when my loved ones or my relatives need money to save their lives, I won't be like Li Ting... ..."

Qin Yang smiled silently, and everyone's hearts sank suddenly. Bai Feng caressed the picture scroll on the table and murmured.

"I can't accept this painting, it's too important to you..."

"No, Boss Bai, you have to accept this painting, because what is important to me is not it, but Li Ting..."

(End of this chapter)