"Hey, Bufan! Little brother! Are you free?" Lu Huang, the owner of Xinxin Gallery, took the initiative to contact, "You sold another oil painting you put here, let's get the money!"

"Just transfer to my bank account!" Ren Bufan reported the account that specifically stores painting funds.

"Are you not painting now?" Lu Huang asked.

"It's almost the same!"

"What a pity! In fact, you have good qualifications. If you practice more, you will definitely achieve success in this industry!" Lu Huang said, "Come to the gallery?"

"I'm not going to make money by selling paintings now. Just deal with what I had previously consigned!" Ren Bufan said, "If you have money, just put it into my card anyway."

Now his game company has officially started and the profits are still good, and there is no need for a little money to earn from painting.

"Just come to the gallery!" Lu Huang insisted on advising him, "I have something to tell you."

"Can't you say something on the phone?"

"At least I have supported you. I'm considered your elder at this age, right?" Lu Huang said, "I just have something to ask you to come and talk to you in person. Have you ignored such a small request? Now in the May Day Golden Week, you must have time, give me some face and come here!"

"What the hell is it that can't be said on the phone?"

"Are you here?"

To be honest, Ren Bufan didn't have anything special to do today. He originally planned to go around the company and then go back to the apartment to rest.

But Lu Huang repeatedly asked to meet him and earn some early money in the gallery because of his convenience. Otherwise, how could a new painter sell paintings so easily?

Anyway, nothing happened, let’s go there!

Thinking of this, he said to Lu Huang: "Okay! I'll set out now and I'll be able to get to you around 9 o'clock."

"Oh! That's all!" Lu Huang said, "Come here quickly."

Hang up the phone, walked to the bus stop slowly, took the car to the city, and got off near Xinxin Gallery.

When I arrived at the door of the gallery, I saw Wang Yuan greeting him with a smile: "Here are you here?"

"Yeah!" Ren Bufan entered the gallery.

"The boss is waiting for you on the second floor." Wang Yuan pointed to the stairs.

"Sister Wang, your boss insists that I come here, why?" Ren Bufan asked her in a low voice.

Wang Yuan shook his head and smiled and replied: "I don't know, you have to ask him yourself."

"So that?" Ren Bufan nodded, "Okay, then I'll go upstairs by myself."

"OK!"

Turning around, he walked up the stairs and quickly came to the second floor.

At first glance, I saw Lu Huang sitting at the table with a teacup in his hand, and there was a strange middle-aged man next to him.

The middle-aged man wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and looked at Ren Bufan carefully when he saw him.

"Come?" Lu Huang stretched out his finger and pointed at the position facing the two of them, "Sit down!"

Ren Bufan was not polite and sat down directly.

His eyes also looked up and down at the middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses, and his heart was full of doubts.

"Is this the new oil painting author you mentioned?" asked cautiously.

"Yeah!" Lu Huang looked at Ren Bufan carefully and asked him in surprise, "Boy, have you lost weight recently? You seem to have lost a lot of weight?"

"You ask me here, what's the matter?" Ren Bufan asked.

"Actually, I hope you are not me," Lu Huang picked up the teacup and took a sip, and his eyes turned to the golden glasses sitting next to him.

"Hello!" Jinli Glasses stood up, stretched out his right hand and handed it to Ren Bufan.

"Hello!" Ren Bufan shook hands with him in confusion and looked at him carefully.

"My name is Wei Ting, and I am a member of the Calligraphy and Painting Association!"

"Wuzhou Calligraphy and Painting Association?" This was the first time Ren Bufan heard about it.

"The Wuzhou Calligraphy and Painting Association is an organization of calligraphers and painters, and is an important association for the exchange of calligraphy and painting in Wuzhou City." Wei Ting replied with gold-wire glasses.

"Oh!" Ren Bufan nodded, but was not very interested, "My name is Ren Bufan."

The two of them sat back and looked at each other face to face.

Ren Bufan glanced a few times and turned his head to ask Lu Huang: "So what happened when I asked me here today? Isn't it just introducing this member of the Calligraphy and Painting Association to meet me, right?"

"I really want to introduce him to you." Lu Huang smiled, "In fact, he has come here several times, hoping to meet you. One of the oil paintings you placed here for consignment was bought by him."

Ren Bufan looked at Wei Ting: "So, what's the matter with me?"

"I have a question," Wei Ting said, "I asked the boss to leave you a phone number before, but there was no news. After so long, I couldn't help it, so I asked him to invite you to come so that I can figure it out."

Ren Bufan remembered that Lu Huang had indeed given himself a phone number, but he didn't know where he threw it. Anyway, he was not relieved. It turned out that he was the person named Wei Ting in front of him: "Then what questions do you have?"

After hearing this, Wei Ting turned around and bent down from under the table to take out a framed painting on the table. It was one of the oil paintings that Ren Bufan initially sold. When the painting was taken out, Wei Ting looked at Ren Bufan and said, "The reason why I bought your painting was purely because of curiosity. Although you can also be called oil painting, it is completely different from orthodox oil painting techniques! What I care more about is why it is different from ordinary oil paintings. It seems that everything is done in one go, which is contrary to the creation techniques of oil paintings. So I want to figure out what is going on? What kind of techniques did you use to complete this painting?"

"Just for this?" Ren Bufan showed a speechless expression. "Although it is not an oil painting in the traditional sense, it doesn't matter whether it is formal or not?"

"What I care more about is how this oil painting was completed!" Wei Ting said, "If possible, can you demonstrate it on the spot?"

"I didn't bring any painting tools," Ren Bufan shook his head.

"I'm ready!" Wei Ting pointed to the edge of the side, where there were complete oil painting tools and specially made linen canvases. "Please draw any oil painting and let me observe the techniques. Of course, I won't let you draw in vain, I will invest in buying your paintings."

"What a trouble~" Ren Bufan took a look at the painting tools he had prepared long ago, and then looked at Wei Ting, "Is it meaningful?"

"Maybe it doesn't make sense to you, but for me, it's very meaningful to be able to understand how this kind of oil painting is produced!" Wei Ting said seriously, stood up and made a call, "Please trouble you!"

"I sincerely ask for it, just do a favor!" Lu Huang said on the side with a teacup.

Ren Bufan looked at Lu Huang, then looked at Wei Ting, and finally nodded: "Okay! But this is only once."

"Please!" Wei Ting immediately walked to the edge of the painting tool and asked Ren Bufan to come over again.

Ren Bufan stood up, walked to the linen canvas, bent down and picked up the brush: "This is the first time I have used linen canvas, why don't I change to a piece of ordinary drawing paper?"

"It's okay, just draw!" Wei Ting said, "Please!"

"What are you drawing?" Ren Bufan asked.

"You can do whatever you want, I just want to see your painting method!" Wei Ting replied.

Lu Huang also stood up and walked to him: "Draw it! Draw whatever you want!"

Ren Bufan stood in front of the linen canvas, closed his eyes and thought carefully for a while, and the magnificent scenery he saw when he climbed to the top of Lingqiu Mountain appeared in his mind.

Now holding a paintbrush dipped in various colors and paints, the pen was flying, brushing the dots.

Wei Ting widened his eyes and witnessed him painting the linen canvas quickly with the oil painting techniques that normal painters could not understand, in a way that was completely different from what he knew about the oil painting techniques. The speed was incredible.

Moreover, it is really the same as the oil painting I bought before, and it does not require layers of rendering, nor does it require so many complicated processes. Every time I write, it is very accurate and I don’t need to stop thinking.

The most important thing is that as soon as this painting started, he felt a unique artistic conception, and it felt very different from the oil painting he bought before!

Lu Huang's eyes lit up when he stood behind him, staring at the oil painting Ren Bufan was drawing without turning his eyes.

The master level is not on the same level as the master level, and there is a very obvious level of grade from previous paintings.

No need to see or feel!

Ren Bufan started painting and was completely devoted to it. Some of the surroundings seemed to be non-existent, only him and the canvas.

Wei Ting and Lu Huang looked at them quietly, not daring to disturb them.

Until he completed the last stroke, the clouds of Lingqiu Mountain, which was as perfect as the photo, appeared on the canvas. Wei Ting quickly checked his watch, and it only took 27 minutes.

However, these 27-minute paintings are far more eye-catching than what you can draw in three or four days.

Looking at the landscape on the canvas, I feel like I am immersive, as if I am on the top of Lingqiu Mountain.

"Breakthrough!" Lu Huang looked at Ren Bufan in disbelief for a while, and excitedly walked to the front of this new painting. "Just promote this painting a little to ensure that many people rob it! Different from the previous quality, it has been continuously improved by several levels!"

"Sorry, I just said I'll buy this painting!" Wei Ting quickly gave up Lu Huang's idea and turned to look at Ren Bufan, "Little brother, can I dare to ask, who is your master?"

"I just draw whatever I want, no master!"

"How is it possible? At your age, you can have such painting skills. Moreover, you have almost created a new painting style yourself, and some master must have carefully cultivated it!" Wei Ting said seriously, "Please recommend it, thank you!"

"Sorry, I really don't have a master!" Ren Bufan shook his head and said, "This is what he drew randomly."

Wei Ting's eyes were fixed on him, and after watching it for a long time, he couldn't tell whether this was true or false. He thought about it carefully and said to him: "Are you interested in joining the Wuzhou Calligraphy and Painting Association?"

"Not interested!" Ren Bufan refused directly.

"Why? Our Wuzhou Calligraphy and Painting Association is not just able to join." Wei Ting said, "The people who can join the association are mostly well-known calligraphy and painting masters, and there are also some rising stars with special potential. Joining them is very beneficial for a calligrapher and painter!"

"I'm not a calligrapher and painter!" Ren Bufan shrugged, "Is there nothing else? Look at how much this sentence is worth. I'll go back first after we settle the bill!"
Chapter completed!