Monster Apartment

Chapter 9 You are such a good person.

Gu Baifang is now.

He lowered his head, took out his phone, and sent a message to Zhai Liangjun for help.

What should I do if Mr. Moji came to me!

Unfortunately, he did not get an answer immediately.

Although Zhai Liangjun is free to get salt when he is not working, when he has work, he basically turns on the shaft, and it is common for him not to come back once in a few months.

The doorbell rang again.

Gu Bai leaned into the cat’s eyes and saw that the person outside the door had slightly frowned, as if he had lost patience.

Si Yiming is very good-looking and tall, and when his face is stern, he has an aura of anger and prestige. When his brows are frowned and unpleasant, it makes his calves tremble.

Before meeting Si Yiming, Gu Bai didn’t have a specific concept of such vocabulary as mysterious aura and might. It wasn’t until Si Yiming glanced at the knife to nail him in place and shivered, and he didn’t have any idea about this kind of vocabulary. A clear understanding.

To be honest, Gu Bai was quite afraid of Si Yiming.

He couldn’t think of the reason Si Yiming came to him.

It must not be because he saw his previous violent acts, so come to threaten him to let go!

Gu Bai became more afraid as he thought about it, and he leaned against the door, holding the doorknob in his hand, not knowing whether to open it or not.

The doorbell rang for the third time, and it fell in Gu Bai’s ear like a reminder.

He took a deep breath, unscrewed the doorknob, and opened a small crack in the door.

“Hello, how are you?” Gu Bai whispered hello through the crack of the door, “Anything?”

Si Yiming looked at the crack of the door, was silent for two seconds, and said, “I’m looking for you to paint.”

Gu Bai was taken aback: “Hey?”

“Introduced by Huang Yining.” Si Yiming said nonsense with his eyes open, “Are you free?”

Gu Bai hesitated for a while under the temptation of money, and finally chose to give in.

To his surprise, Si Yiming was not scary at all when he was peaceful.

At this time, the legendary boss was sitting upright on the sofa in the living room, and when the tea was hot, he bowed slightly to him politely.

“What kind of painting do you want?” Gu Bai asked.

Si Yiming paused, and replied, “Anything will do, I want to see you paint on site.”

Gu Bai was stunned, not knowing how to answer for a while.

On-site painting is not impossible. When he used to set up a small stall, the efficiency of watercolor sketching was extremely high. With fifty pictures, one could be painted in 40 minutes at most, and it was not impossible to do it in 20 minutes when it was fast.

But draw this big guy a fifty-dollar picture…

Gu Bai looked at Si Yiming and felt that the price of fifty yuan seemed to be an insult to this gentleman.

“Is it inconvenient?” Si Yiming asked.

“No.” Gu Bai pursed his lips. “What kind of complete painting do you want?”

Si Yiming answered quickly: “Huang Yining kind of.”

Gu Bai was stunned for a while, thinking of the life-size painting he had painted for Ms. Huang, and shook his head: “That kind of time-consuming.”

The implication is that on-site painting is basically impossible.

Recently, he had to follow the teachers and seniors to make designs on the spot every day. The rest of the time to paint the exhibitions was already a bit nervous.

Gu Bai calculated the time and said, “I haven’t been very free recently…”

Si Yiming frowned.

Gu Bai glanced at his face and “cocked” in his heart.

“I’m not in a hurry.” Si Yiming let go of his brows slowly, and he pondered for a while, then put the tea in his hand on the coffee table, turned his head and said to Gu Bai, “Wait a minute.”

Gu Bai watched Si Yiming out the door, and walked back three minutes later, holding a framed scroll in his hand and handing it to Gu Bai.

“Draw this,” he said.

Copy?

Gu Bai took the scroll blankly and slowly unfolded it.

The goal is a roaring ink faucet, as if it is about to attack someone outside the painting. The dark brushstrokes show signs of fainting. If you continue to unfold it, you can see that its four claws are open and the fingertips are sharp. ,magnificent.

Ink and wash paintings pay more attention to meaning than form.

The roaring dragon head in this volume has drawn the extreme form and meaning.

Gu Bai unfolded all the scrolls, but did not see the signature of the painter.

He was stunned, turned his head to look at Si Yiming, and hesitated to ask if he wanted to.

Si Yiming keenly sensed his hesitation: “What?”

“May I ask, who painted this painting?” Gu Bai asked courageously.

Si Yiming shook his head and refused.

Gu Bai silently retracted his gaze and carefully rolled up the scroll: “Sorry, Mr. Si, my level is not up to this level.”

“It’s okay.” Si Yiming said, “You paint, you pay the price.”

Gu Bai was a little tangled.

He knows how his level is. This painting made him copy, one is that the style does not match, and the other is that it humiliates the original author of the painting.

Besides, those engaged in the art industry have a little disrespect for people who buy paintings to ask them to copy other people’s works.

However, capitalists do not expect to understand the sensitive and fragile mood of such art practitioners.

So Gu Bai told the truth: “I can’t copy it.”

“It’s not copying, it’s recreating.” Si Yiming corrected him.

Gu Bai said softly.

Re-creating on the basis of this painting is still feasible.

Si Yiming asked him: “What kind of remuneration do you want?”

When Gu Bai heard this, he instantly figured out the idea that he had been thrown into the corner yesterday.

“That, that…” he asked with a worried expression, “Can you please introduce me a stock?”

Si Yiming: “…”

Si Yiming showed an incredible expression of the same style as Huang Yining.

“Wait, wait for two months after I have the principal…”

Gu Bai’s voice became smaller and smaller under Si Yiming’s inexhaustible gaze. The courage that had arisen from the smell of money waned back at a speed visible to the naked eye.

“…Can’t it?” he murmured in a low voice.

“…Yes.” Si Yiming encountered this type of monster for the first time.

It should be said that for the first time I encountered a monster who didn’t take advantage of the opportunity to trade with him.

Are the little monsters now so simple?

No, those monsters in modern society who have a lot of thieves are definitely not worthy of the word “sincere”.

It’s all human beings’ fault. Look, what did they break those monsters with only violent thoughts in their minds?

You can turn 18 turns behind a sentence, who taught them?

The monster was obviously not like this thousands of years ago.

The monsters of thousands of years ago were simple and straight-headed, and had no major shortcomings except that most of them were fed on humans and human fears.

What now!

Si Yiming looked at Gu Bai, thinking of the fancy little monsters he encountered when he was out, and he was so angry.

Probably only the little monster in front of him who hasn’t penetrated into human society is truly simple.

Mr. Si looked at Gu Bai’s eyes sparkling with joy because he nodded and agreed with the payment. He looked at it for a long time, until Gu Bai felt uncomfortable, and then looked away.

It’s so cute.

Si Yiming thought blankly.

“I don’t have much time recently, but I will finish the painting you want as soon as possible!”

Gu Bai was blinded by money, and even forgot the fright that Si Yiming brought him, and praised: “You are such a good person.”

Si Yiming, who was issued a good person card, was very happy in his heart.

He drank a sip of tea, stood up and prepared to leave.

At the entrance of the aisle, he said to Gu Bai who was sent out: “Don’t play with Zhai Liangjun and Huang Yining.”

This vixen and Painted Skin have made trouble all day long in the whole building. Si Yiming doesn’t care about it, but it doesn’t mean that he likes this kind of noise.

What a pity that such a simple and obedient little monster has been taken away!

Gu Bai looked up at Si Yiming, who was taller than Zhai Liangjun. He thought that Mr. Zhai was standing here not long ago. In the same tone, he solemnly told him: Don’t provoke the beast of the town house in our building, it’s super fierce.

Looking at Si Yiming’s equally serious face, Gu Bai couldn’t help but laugh twice and whispered, “Thank you, Mr. Si.”

Si Yimingquan agreed as the little guy.

He closed the door satisfactorily, went back home, held more than 30 paintings from Huang Yining before, left the building, turned his head and walked towards the seventh unit next door.

He asked Gu Bai to paint, naturally for a reason.

In the past ten years, natural disasters have occurred frequently in the land of China. Many strange beasts that symbolize the big savage ran out of their dens. The workload of the beasts responsible for guarding China has suddenly increased. They can’t wait to split one into two.

If Gu Bai’s painting can meet the requirements, it can help a lot.

It’s just that Si Yiming wasn’t sure where the special auras in Gu Bai’s paintings came from.

He seemed to be impressed, but it felt specious and it was a bit vague.

Divine beasts have lived for so many years, and it is normal for them to feel vague about their long-term memories.

Si Yiming guessed that it was probably an old guy who let the cub out to experience it.

Which old guy’s cub is it? Bai Ze, who is in charge of the work in the seventh unit next door, should be able to be identified by the paintings, Si Yiming thought.

When I arrived at Unit 7, I was told that Bai Ze had gone to travel, and he went to explore the Amazon jungle that separated most of the earth.

Dare to travel at this time!

The good mood that Si Yiming had just cultivated in Gu Bai’s place instantly disappeared completely, and he kicked Bai Ze’s house with anger, and walked away angrily with the painting.

Gu Bai hung the picture scroll carefully in the middle of the large studio on the second floor, and rubbed his hungry stomach to make a meal. After he was full, he received a reply from Mr. Zhai.

Mr. Zhai sent him a candle.

Gu Bai paused, and returned a message to Mr. Zhai.

He said: Mr. Zhai, I think Mr. Si is a good person.

Zhai Liangjun, who was preparing to shoot a night scene in the film and television city, saw this message.

He showed a horrified expression as if he had seen a god.

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