Shenhao starts from fishing

Design Director's Office.

He Chaoran turned his back to the three painters he had appointed and casually flipped through the magazine in his hand.

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

He feels that his biggest shining point is not his obsession with design, nor his unique insights into art, but his ability to spot such outstanding design talents as the Liao brothers and Chen Banjin.

It is no exaggeration to say that he is indispensable for the status of charming cities in the industry.

And everyone who is familiar with him knows that he is a very strange personality and temperament.

The sky was still clear in the last second, and the sky was probably covered by dark clouds in the next second.

Feeling that the patience of the three painters was almost exhausted, he closed the magazine in his hand, and turned around with a smile, his eyes flashing lightly across the three people on the sofa.

The air conditioner was on in the room, but his pigtail's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and even when he turned around, he did not dare to look at himself.

So this person’s first impression of He Chaoran was only 40 points.

Looking at the big bald head sitting in the middle, according to the information brought back by Liao Zuo, this man graduated from Qingbei University with solid painting skills and high efficiency, but his appearance was not very pleasing and he barely scored 50 points.

Finally, He Chaoran stopped his gaze on Ding Shuo.

Well, this one is more pleasing to the eye, 80 points.

Then he smiled and said, "I invite you over this time, just to ask you two questions. I am a person who doesn't know how to circumscribe, so your next answer will directly determine who I will work with... "

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

Little Braid glanced at Ding Shuo and the bald head, and rushed to answer: "A vivid expression."

The big bald head narrowed his eyes and lowered his eyebrows, thinking for a moment, but he was still a little unsure of his answer: "A magical technique?"

Ding Shuo originally wanted to answer "it is the very sophisticated relationship between the characters and the background", but when the design director listened to the answers of the first two people, his eyebrows frowned, and a trace of disappointment that was not easy to be noticed flashed under his eyes. To answer this question from a professional point of view, I temporarily changed the answer and answered straightforwardly: "How much is it worth."

Although Ding Shuo's answer didn't mention He Chaoran's heart, it made him feel surprised.

From a professional point of view, this is not an answer at all.

But after thinking about it, his answer seemed to be fine.

However, he did not make any comments on the answers of the three people. Instead, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers. The voice-activated curtains around the office slowly fell. He turned on the projector and began to ask the second question: "This world Famous paintings, I think you are more familiar than me..."

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

After answering, he glanced complacently at Ding Shuo and Bald.

The bald cursed Shabby in a low voice.

Ding Shuo is always paying 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 tentatively replied: "Could it be that this is the hometown of Rembrandt?"

The big bald head stared at the painting and fell into contemplation. Although there was an answer in his mind, he did not dare to answer.

Ding Shuo used to be a teacher in a training school. He often took this painting to explain the structure of light and shadow to his classmates. Seeing that the big bald head did not speak, He Chaoran turned his eyes to himself again, and he had to answer: "True."

Hearing Ding Shuo's answer, the big bald head suddenly realized and patted his forehead vigorously.

He Chaoran smiled, and there was a hint of appreciation on his thin face: "Oh? Real? Then let's listen, what a real method?"

Ding Shuo then replied: "The so-called truth is actually a law. Foreigners vividly call him the law of'windmills'. The subject and background must be bright against light, dark against dark, bright against dark, and dark against bright. Only when this law is mastered can a paintbrush be used to depict a real world vividly."

"Hmm..." He Chaoran nodded slightly and clapped his hands: "The answer is 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 head: "Two, I think you can leave."

The big bald look dimmed, knowing that he did not perform well enough, and lost this opportunity to cooperate with the charming city.

Little braid wanted to fight again, and deliberately put it up almost: "Uncle He, are you making a mistake?"

He Chaoran was taken aback: "What's wrong?"

Little Braid thinks there is something to play: "My dad is your elementary school classmate. Didn't he say hello to you? So he should go?"

With that said, he pointed his hand to Ding Shuo impolitely.

He Chaoran's eyelids drooped, and his eyes half-hidden by his eyelids were covered by a cold mist: "I have more classmates in elementary school, and more people have greeted me. How do I know who your father is?"

The braid slapped hard as if being pulled by the collar.

He nodded, walked out of the director's office unconvinced, and when he left, he gave Ding Shuo a vicious look.

Seeing the little pigtail slammed the door and left, the big bald head stopped asking himself to be boring 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 take the braid to his heart at all. Instead, he bent his eyes and smiled and asked Ding Shuo: "I heard that you opened a gallery in Antique Street?"

"Yes!"

"Speaking of it, I haven't been to that street for several years. If I have the opportunity in the future, I will definitely go and sit in your store."

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

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

He Chaoran walked over with a smile, Jiong Shuo's eyes with a trace of appreciation and trust, and took the initiative to shake hands with Ding Shuo: "Come on, I wish you a happy cooperation."

Next, Ding Shuo signed a contract with Charming City at a price of 20w, and the construction period was ten days.

This price, although for the wealthy, is just the price of an open bottle of red wine, but in the circle of wall murals, the price is more than 10,000 square meters, which is enough to make all colleagues jealous.

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

In other words, Ding Shuo only needs to pack lightly, which is only the price of clearance.

Are you angry?

After signing the contract, the female assistant covered her mouth, her face was shocked: "God, it was you?"

Ding Shuo was taken aback, but when he saw the short caramel-colored hair of the other party, he quickly remembered that this was the short-haired girl who was robbed by the speeding car last Wednesday. He stretched out a finger and tried to remember the other party's name: "Qiu ...What is Qiu?"

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

Ding Shuo smiled and nodded: "Yes..."

"Oh, by the way, this is the finalized 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, passing a tablet and a key to Ding Shuo's hand.

"Understand..." Ding Shuo nodded, according to the content of the contract, as long as he enters the venue and starts drawing, he can get the first batch of engineering funds, which is 30% of the total engineering funds...

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

As for the tablet computer, he opened it and took a look. The oil painting contained a beautiful bride in a wedding dress.

It seems that the owner wanted to give his wife a surprise, and temporarily replaced the oil painting on the ceiling with the wedding photo of his fiancee.

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

Ding Shuo closed the tablet and returned it to Qiu Yutong: "Send me a copy of the finalized picture, preferably the original one."

Qiu Yutong explained with a smile: "Hehe, you can hold this tablet. This is the case. We are serving advanced users this time, so we must do every detail. The same electronic picture is shown by different electronic devices. There will also be different degrees of color deviation. We provide tablets, but we hope to minimize the color deviation."

Ding Shuo nodded, expressing understanding.

I think it's a big company, even considering such details.

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