"Merbis, do you want to come to our Tianman?"

"Come on, He Chen, you ask me this question every day when you meet. If I hadn't known that you had a beautiful girlfriend, I would have doubted whether you were a gay person."

Mobis, in his fifties, has a signature hook nose in Europe and the United States, with sparse hair on his head, but full of energy. His eyes are bright and sharp, and his thin and sinister face makes him look like a sinister villain.

Although his smile looks a little cold, he is a good person with a free and easy personality and a very talkative person.

Mobis and He Chen were having a familiar conversation, and of course Ling Yan was used as the translator. Mobis did not understand Chinese.

At the exchange meeting, Mobis met He Chen. Mobis was very interested in the person who created the comics. He was good at speaking and He Chen also wanted to make friends, so the two soon became friends.

These days, no matter where he is, every time He Chen meets him, he will ask him the same question, and he always refuses very simply.

"The Chinese pronunciation of your name is gay. If you have doubts, you should doubt yourself first. Come to Tianman, come to me. We can communicate the comics' art every day and let you watch the production process of "Tongkat". Even if you want to use the full color poster of "eva" drawn by yourself, it's okay!"

From the conversation, He Chen knew that Mobis liked "Tongkat" and "eva". The fairy tale color of "Tongkat" fascinated him, and the delicate science fiction metal style of "eva" fascinated him.

However, He Chen had no hope in his heart, and his tone was calm, as if it was a routine matter. Because Mobis would always reject him without hesitation.

"Tsk. It's a heart-warming invitation. What a pity, if you could have been thirty years earlier, I would have been with you immediately." Mobis said regretfully, looking at He Chen with a smile, with a light flashing in his eyes, "The comics you created are the greatest innovation of this century. You let me see an infinite world. I want to draw this world... If you join Tianman, it will make me feel locked up, and then I will not be able to draw the infinite world in my heart. I am a person who yearns for freedom and does not like to be restrained, so I have opened a magazine to facilitate my own painting of comics. Besides, if Tianman has no opponents, won't you feel bored? Let's use comics for our communication!"

Mobis is more than twice as old as He Chen, but his passion not only does not cool down, but is even more boiling than He Chen.

He Chen sighed in his heart. It seems that becoming an opponent is inevitable.

"Every time you dig me, then I'll dig you once. Are you interested in coming to Europe to further explore higher fields of art? Your artistic talent is amazing. You are proficient in all styles of painting. But after all, you are only in China, which is the holy place for ink painting. Europe is the holy place for oil painting and gouache painting. Only here can you feel the unique charm hidden in it, just as if you want to feel ink painting, you must go to China. I think you are the only person who can reach a deeper field now!"

He Chen adhered to his principle of "not speaking". At the exchange meeting, he would say a few words in a brief manner except when others asked about the content of his comics. At other times, he always maintained "silent" and gave people a look of being unspeakable. In fact, he was crazy about absorbing the "" of these masters so that they could use it to deal with other occasions in the future.

With He Chen’s reputation, no one thinks that He Chen is a person who deceives the world and steals his reputation - a brand new art form that cannot be blown out casually. These are real achievements.

However, Ling Qianshan thought He Chen was too modest, so he asked He Chen to talk more about his views and confirm with everyone that the impact of thoughts, the collision of ideas, and the fusion of souls could only reach a higher level.

He even pointed the topic to He Chen several times. It seems that Ling Qianshan is not only supporting He Chen, but also seems to want He Chen to be his successor and the representative of the Chinese art world.

Although he had good intentions, He Chen also complained in his heart that he was mute and could not say anything about his suffering.

He knew the principle of saying more and making mistakes, so he took advantage of the opportunity and simply replaced it with live painting.

From sketches, comics, ink paintings, oil paintings, and gouache paintings, they all showed their unique "". Not to mention their level, the speed of painting alone scared countless masters here, showing what "super big touch" is called "super big touch".

When they carefully savored the live paintings displayed by He Chen, they were even more shocked.

The paintings of He Chen are the scenes of the exchange meeting, and they depict the scene in various styles. He Chen's plug-in has led to his best paintings with reference objects.

But in the eyes of all the masters, this has another meaning - this is not prepared, it is improvised, and each style is performed very well, and all characteristics are grasped very well.

Generally speaking, being proficient in one is enough to be called a master. However, the strengths of several paintings shown by He Chen can be called proficient.

Everyone discussed the content of He Chen's live painting and asked He Chen about its profound meaning.

He Chen calmly said, "The painting is there, you can see it." Then he stood beside him, and nodded in the analysis of everyone's paintings, no matter whether they understood it or smiled or nodded, they just didn't say anything. Everyone was also analyzing with interest and admired He Chen even more.

He Chen was thinking in his heart, "Damn it, you are worthy of being an artist, how do you all see these contents!"

Then he tried hard to write down these contents, maybe it would be useful in the future.

The exchange meeting was extremely smooth and refreshing. The masters also had a deeper understanding of He Chen's bottomless strength. They called He Chen the son of art, and were born specifically for art, and were unprecedentedly talented.

So Mobis had the idea of ​​leaving He Chen. They felt that He Chen should not belong to China, He Chen belonged to the whole world!

"Merbis, you don't have to waste your talk."

Ling Qianshan smiled and refused directly for Mobis' invitation. Although Ling Qianshan and Mobis pursued differently (Ling Qianshan hoped to revitalize Chinese culture and promote Chinese culture to the whole world. Mobis pursued art). However, he often exchanged his development and prospects for art and was considered an old friend for many years.

The two people's pursuit cannot distinguish which one is better or worse, they can only say that their ideas are different.

Just as the treasures left by countless artists are contributions to the art world, those who promote art are equally important to the art world.

"Ling Qianshan, how did you know that I was just wasting my words? Maybe He Chen's heart moved and agreed. After all, only by walking out can he see a broader world, and his future is more dazzling than you and me." Mobis said exaggeratedly to Ling Qianshan, and then squeezed at He Chen.

"Murmur, then ask him."

Ling Qianshan simply handed him over to He Chen.

Mobis looked at He Chen: "He Chen, what do you think?"

"No interest." He Chen replied lightly, just as Mobis rejected him, he also rejected Mobis.

Art is nothing to do with him, and it is like a mirage far away. Unless He Chen is penetrated by someone else's soul one day, how could he give up on comics and pursue art - unless art can show the characters in the comics.

Mobis sighed exaggeratedly, as if He Chen had given up something very expensive.

Then he saw Ling Yan, held a suspicious look and looked at the beauty full of oriental classical aura, with a malicious distrust: "Ling Yan, you must be with your grandfather. I know you must have translated my words incorrectly, or translated He Chen's words into the opposite meaning! He Chen must have answered 'come' just now!"

Ling Yan looked at the master calmly, with a light voice and replied calmly: "The Chinese language is one word and one sound, and He Chen's answer is three sounds."

"That's 'I do'!" Mebis answered immediately.

For Master Mobis who started to play rogues, Ling Yan directly used He Chen's best position to place the play, directly blocking it from his eyes, ears, and brain, and the world became quiet.

"Ah! I understand! Ling Qianshan, you are too sinister. You actually betrayed your granddaughter and tied He Chen with a beauty trick... It's worthy of being China, you are well versed in military tactics, and you are really sinister and cunning! You are a shame in the art world. If He Chen fails to reach that deeper level in the end, you will be the sinner of the entire art world! Do you think you have a granddaughter? I also have a granddaughter!" Mobis's brain was like a wild dog running wildly on the infinite road of thought.

Ling Yan had no translation, so he took a sip of the authentic French red wine brought by Mobis, and the sourness filled his mouth. Ling Yan frowned slightly, feeling that Mamiko's black tea was delicious. He retorted to Mobis: "If my memory is not wrong, you only have one granddaughter, and you should be less than 3 years old..."

"..." After a strange silence, Mobis suddenly asked Ling Yan to translate for He Chen. He asked He Chen, what does it mean to invite everyone to have an open-air party on the rooftop of the hotel? Is there any mysterious ceremony to hold?

Mobis picked up a round cake and took a bite. A strange smell stimulated his taste buds, making him frown. He chewed it for a long time before swallowing it hard. Then he put the cake aside and quickly regained his vitality with red wine. Through the light and moonlight, several kinds of nuts could be seen.

"Mid-Autumn Festival, this is an ancient festival in China..." He Chen tasted red wine and popularized the culture of traditional Chinese festivals to the invited art masters.

The reason why this party was caused was because in a foreign country, on the Mid-Autumn Festival, the system once again sent a big gift package.

"The Unlocking Mission of Mid-Autumn Festival Gift Pack: Spread the Chinese Mid-Autumn Festival Festival Culture to Foreigners." (To be continued, please search for astronomy, novels are better, updated and faster!

ps: Speed ​​up, it’s really delayed here. I thought about it for a long time. This is a comic novel, not an art fair, and I just mentioned the matters at the exchange meeting. After all, there is really nothing to write about (in fact, the author is really unable to tell anything).

Let’s continue writing comics. There are countless things in the comics that make me talk nonsense.

Guess with prizes, what is unlocking this time? I guess it right, and add more updates.

(I promise, absolutely no one can guess it, hahahahahahahahahaha)
Chapter completed!