My Bank Is Connected to Another World

Chapter 105 Launder a sum of money for yourself

After lunch.

Zhao Yun strolled to Shu Fu's shop, wanting to see what impact his report would have, but he just took a closer look, feeling a little confused.

closed?

why?

After asking the shopkeepers around, I found out the truth.

"..."

Immediately speechless!

Closing the store directly in order not to accept orders is a bit too hasty.

But when he thought about the scene of contact with Shu Fu yesterday, it seemed very reasonable.

All right!

You are rich, you are willful.

Although I don't know Shu Fu's background, it is certain that he is not short of money.

Just as he was about to leave, a figure passed by.

"Director Meng."

"you.."

"I'm from the newspaper office in the city." Zhao Yun explained.

The person in front of him was an old newspaper man who had retired for many years. Although he had only met him once, as a reporter, it was no problem for him to remember himself.

I heard that he couldn't be free after retirement, so he opened a store to play.

Sell ​​some paper, inkstone, pen and ink, write and draw a picture on weekdays, and spend my old age peacefully.

"Hello."

Meng Huai nodded, didn't talk much, came to Shu Fu's shop, and made a phone call.

"Wow!"

The store door opened, and Shu Fu welcomed him in.

"Haha, you really got up, kid, you don't even earn money." Meng Huai teased.

"Hehe, average."

Shu Fu poured Meng Huai a glass of water, last time he went to Meng Huai's shop to buy a carving knife, he confiscated the money, and later carved a big portrait as a gift.

Come and go.

Meng Huai also knew that Shu Fu opened this store.

Early this morning.

Meng Huai read the newspaper as usual, only to find that Shu Fu's shop was covered in the newspaper, and in the same way, he burst out laughing while having breakfast.

Of course, he didn't come to watch the excitement.

"Are things ready?" Meng Huai asked.

"Um."

As he said that, Shu Fu took out a large engraving from the workbench, which was the result of his whole night last night.

With just one glance, Meng Huai was attracted.

"sharp!"

Meng Huai couldn't help but praise.

Although the content was about two beautiful women, what he saw was not human beings.

same painting.

Different people see different things, but the most is the reflection of their own preferences.

For example, in the picture of beautiful women, some people look at the face, while others look at the legs.

There are people watching. . .

The two women in the portrait are so beautiful that they are about to break through the sky.

But what Meng Huai saw was the painter.

Art is a kind of aesthetics, and beauty is naturally one of them. The ultimate beauty is the pursuit of art.

The engraving in front of him, what he saw was the only engraver he had ever seen in his life, and the ultimate painter.

Two women, one in red and one in blue.

Supporting each other, both of them suffered serious injuries.

The clothes on some parts of his body were torn, and bleeding wounds could be seen.

The ground was scorched.

The sky was dark.

Behind it is a terrifying beast, which is rushing.

A woman's eyes glowed with intense white light, and she rushed to the head of the evil beast, and a dangling sharp sword pierced through the air, ready to stab.

Under the strong painting skills and three-dimensional sense, the whole sculpture seems to have special effects, which is full of attraction.

There are still many details, the more you look at it, the more it looks like a story, not a portrait.

"good."

"good."

"..."

Meng Huai was amazed.

Of course, this was not engraved for him, but there is a cultural exhibition in Houtian City Museum. Shu Fu's craftsmanship is so high, it would be a pity not to participate.

Originally Shu Fu didn't intend to participate, but when he heard that it could be auctioned, he agreed.

Just right.

It's time to launder some funds for himself. No, he took out his peak craftsmanship and used a piece of work that he conceived in a week in his previous life.

In the previous life, I only painted, but did not engrave it.

. . .

The two girls also came closer, their beautiful eyes sparkling.

"so beautiful."

"gorgeous!"

"..."

The first thing a girl pays attention to other girls is their appearance. Under Shu Fu's superb skills, the two women in the portrait have almost reached the limit of aesthetics.

Even those stars who can be called costume characters are not as good as the eyes.

"The two of them are so pitiful, suffering so many injuries."

"..."

"The young lady on the left has a crescent-shaped scar at the corner of her eye."

"..."

"There are also tattoos on the collarbone, golden lines, so noble."

"..."

Compared with Shu Fu's previous 'normal' works, this one is too shocking.

A portrait full of poignant stories that make people want to explore.

"Xiaofu, what's the story here, tell me?" Meng Huai asked curiously.

The eyes of the two women also looked over.

heard the words.

Shu Fu just smiled and shook his head.

"There is no story, or in other words, everyone who sees it may have a story that they like and shock, so I will not use the creator's story to bind it."

moment.

The three of them couldn't help being slightly shocked.

good.

For such a masterpiece, it is really wrong to use a story to constrain the viewer's imagination.

Meng Huai sighed and looked at Shu Fu.

"In the future, there will definitely be a place for you in the field of world art."

"I feel so too."

"..."

Can't you just be humble? Afterwards, Meng Huai laughed out loud. Such a skill is worthy of pride.

. . .

after one day.

early morning.

In the Mingshan City Museum, the banner of the cultural exhibition has been hung up, the music is played, and people come one after another. Generally, very few people participate in such exhibitions.

One is not well-known.

The second master is hard to please.

However.

The fact that there are few participants does not mean that the participants have no money. After all, arty things have been done since ancient times. Moreover, this is also a kind of social.

Enter the lobby.

Come to a booth.

"This is your booth, with safety glass." Meng Huai said to Shu Fu.

The staff took the key to open it, and Shu Fu took off the painting cover and put it in.

"Ah! This..."

The eyes of the staff on the side were instantly attracted.

no way.

This work has too much impact.

In general cultural exhibitions, there are only so many things on display.

painting.

ink painting.

Copybook.

Handicrafts.

pottery.

truth.

As a museum person, I have long been tired of seeing those exhibits, and I don't want to look at them one more time.

But the eyes are different, the visual impact can be called a burst.

With just one glance, people can't take their eyes off.

"Don't look, it's time to work." The curator came up and patted the man on the shoulder.

"okay."

When the staff left, they couldn't help but take another look.

"You are the master sculptor that Lao Meng talked about. I have to say that this work is amazing." He was also amazed by the skill when he saw it just now.

"Excellent."

After exchanging a few pleasantries, the curator was also very busy and went to receive other people.

As for Shu Fu.

Go directly to the lounge, take a book on the bookshelf and read it quietly. This is a very thick illustrated book of artworks, covering well-known works from both the East and the West.

Watched for a while.

Shu Fu shook his head slightly. The limit of art lies in imagination, but it is a bit imaginary after all.

Cultivating sentiment is okay, just like fishing.

"Snapped!"

He closed the book, put it back to its original place, and swipe his finger on the bibliography, and soon found a familiar book.

"Mechanical Principles"

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