Design Director's Office.

He Chaoran turned his back to the three artists he had made an appointment with, and casually flipped through the magazine in his hand.

From dropping out of junior high school to moving bricks on construction sites to having today's achievements.

He felt that his biggest highlight was not his obsession with design or his unique insights into art, but his good at discovering excellent design talents like the Liao brothers and Chen Banjin.

It is no exaggeration to say that Charming City has its current status in the industry, it is an indelible contribution.

And those who are familiar with him know that he is a person with a weird personality and temper.

The sky was clear in the last second, but the sky was likely to be covered by dark clouds in the next second.

Feeling that the patience of the three artists had almost been consumed, he closed the magazine in his hand, turned around with a smile, his eyes flashed like lightning, and he swept over the three people on the sofa in an understatement.

The room was turned on, but Xiao Braid's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat. Even when he turned around, he didn't dare to look at him again.

So this person gave He Chaoran the first impression that he could only score 40 points.

His eyes swept over the big bald head sitting in the middle. Judging from the information brought back by Liao Zuo, this person graduated from Tsinghua University, has solid painting skills and high efficiency, but his appearance is not very likable and he can barely score 50 points.

Finally, He Chaoran stopped his eyes on Ding Shuo.

Well, this one is much more pleasing to you, 80 points.

Then he smiled and said, "I invite you here this time, just want to ask you two questions. I am not very good at beating around the bush, so your answers will directly determine who I will cooperate with..."

"The first question is, if there is a realistic oil painting that can shock you, what aspect do you think it will be? Answer it in one sentence."

Xiaobian looked at Ding Shuo and bald head, and rushed to answer: "A vivid expression."

The big bald man lowered his eyes and looked down for a while, but he was still a little unsure of his answer: "The magical technique?"

Ding Shuo originally wanted to answer "It's a very delicate relationship between the characters and the background." However, after listening to the answers of the first two people, his eyebrows frowned, and a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes that was not easy to be noticed. He felt that he could not answer this question from a professional perspective, so he changed the answer temporarily and replied bluntly: "How much is it worth."

Although Ding Shuo's answer did not say anything about He Chaoran's heart, it made a hint of surprise in his eyes.

From a professional perspective, this is not an answer at all.

But when he thought about it, he seemed to have no problem with his answer.

However, he did not make any comments on the answers of the three people, but raised his hand and snapped his fingers. The voice-controlled curtains around the company slowly fell down. He turned on the projector and began to ask the second question: "I think you are more familiar with this world-famous painting than me..."

Before he could finish the question, the braided man rushed to answer: "This is Master Rembrandt's "Windmill"!"

After answering, he glanced at Ding Shuo and bald heads complacently.

The bald man cursed Shabi in a low voice.

Ding Shuoze always paid attention to the changes in He Chaoran's face.

He Chaoran nodded: "Yes, this painting is Rembrandt's windmill, so who can tell me what secrets are hidden in it?"

The braided man replied tentatively: "Is this the hometown of Rembrandt?"

The big bald man stared at the painting and fell into deep thought. Although he had the answer in his mind, he did not dare to answer rashly.

Ding Shuo worked as a teacher in a training school and often used this painting to explain the light and shadow structure to his classmates. Seeing that the big bald man did not speak, He Chaoran turned his attention to him again, he had to answer: "Real."

Hearing Ding Shuo's answer, the bald man suddenly realized and patted his forehead hard.

He Chaoran had a smile on his eyebrows and eyes, and there was a hint of appreciation on his thin face: "Oh? Real? Then let me tell you, how is the real method?"

Ding Shuo then replied: "The so-called truth is actually a rule. Foreigners vividly call him the "windmill" rule. The main body and background must be bright, dark, bright, and dark. Only by mastering this rule can one use a brush to fully depict a real world."

"Well..." He Chaoran nodded slightly and clapped his hands: "The answer was very good."

With He Chaoran's applause, the curtains around the office slowly rose. He smiled and said to the little braid and the big bald man: "Two, I think you can leave."

The big bald man's expression dimmed, knowing that he was not performing well enough, so he lost the opportunity to cooperate with Charming City.

Xiao Zhuanzi wanted to fight for it again, but deliberately put it on: "Uncle He, are you making a mistake?"

He Chaoran was stunned: "What's wrong?"

Xiaobianzi felt that there was a chance: "My dad is your elementary school classmate. Didn't he say hello to you? So it should be him who should leave, right?"

As he said that, he pointed his hand at Ding Shuo impolitely.

He Chaoran's eyelids drooped, and his eyes half-covered by his eyelids were covered with a layer of cold mist: "I have more elementary school classmates and have many people say hello to me. How do I know which one your father is?"

The braid seemed to be slapped on the collar and slapped hard.

He nodded and walked out of the director's office with dissatisfaction. Before leaving, he glared at Ding Shuo viciously.

Seeing that Xiao Braidie slammed the door and left, the big bald man no longer made him bored and left the office.

Only Ding Shuo and He Chaoran were left in the office.

The cold mist in He Chaoran's eyes dissipated. He didn't care about the little braid at all, but bent his eyes and asked Ding Shuo with a smile: "I heard you opened a gallery on Antiques Street?"

"Yes!"

"Speaking of this, I haven't visited that street for several years. If I have the chance in the future, I will definitely go to your store to take a ride."

When talking to Ding Shuo, He Chaoran always had a gentle smile on his face, which gave people a very comfortable feeling.

Ding Shuo politely said: "Okay, welcome Mr. He at any time."

He Chaoran walked over with a smile, with a hint of appreciation and trust in Jiongshuo's eyes, and he shook hands with Ding Shuo: "Come on, I wish us a happy cooperation."

Next, Ding Shuo signed a contract with Charming City for a price of 200,000 yuan, with a construction period of ten days.

Although this price, for rich people, is just the price of opening a bottle of red wine, in the circle of wall paintings and murals, a square square of over 10,000 is enough to make all peers jealous.

In addition, in order to ensure the quality of oil paintings, Charming City provides all painting materials and indoor lifting equipment.

In other words, Ding Shuo only needs to go into battle lightly, which is just the price of the cleaning worker.

Do you think you are angry?

After signing the contract, the female assistant covered her mouth and showed an unconcealed shock on her face: "Oh my God, it's you?"

Ding Shuo was stunned, but when he saw the other party's caramel-colored short hair, he quickly remembered that this was the short-haired girl who was robbed by a speed vehicle last Wednesday. He stretched out a finger and tried to recall the other party's name: "Qiu... what's Qiu?"

"Qiu Yutong!" the female assistant added, "Oh my God, this world is too small. I didn't expect to meet you in the company."

Ding Shuo nodded with a smile: "Yes..."

"Oh by the way, this is the finalization of the oil painting and the key to the villa. You can prepare as soon as possible and you can enter the venue at any time." Qiu Yutong said as she handed a tablet computer and a key to Ding Shuo.

"I understand..." Ding Shuo nodded. According to the content written in the contract, as long as he enters the venue and starts drawing, he can get the first batch of project funds, which is 30% of the total project funds...

He slid the key in his hand, feeling heavy, and put it in his pocket.

As for the tablet, he opened it and took a look. The oil painting was about a beautiful bride wearing a wedding dress.

It seems that the owner wanted to give his wife a surprise and temporarily replaced the high-end oil painting with a fiancée's wedding photo.

It is not too difficult for him to copy realistic oil paintings of this level, but time is a bit urgent.

Ding Shuo closed the tablet and gave Qiu Yutong: "Transfer a copy of the final picture to me, preferably the original picture."

Qiu Yutong smiled and explained: "Haha, you can just hold this tablet. That's it. We serve advanced users this time, so we must do every detail. The colors displayed by different electronic devices will also have different degrees of deviations in the same electronic picture. We provide tablet computers, just hoping to minimize the deviation of color."

Ding Shuo nodded to express his understanding.

I thought I was worthy of being a big company, and even considered such details.

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Chapter completed!