Marvel Road to Survival

Chapter 119 Art is better than being a professional

This picky behavior seemed to arouse the woman's dissatisfaction. She snorted slightly and went to get a color palette to prepare the color for the first work this morning.

"Obsessive-compulsive disorder is a disease of a princess whose outstanding appearance is praised by others." Qiao Qi secretly complained in his heart, and the identification was completed.

I secretly made up my mind to teach this girl a lesson today. Qiao Qi went back and forth several times and ran to the storage room downstairs to bring more than a dozen one-meter picture frames until the empty easel table was filled.

The woman is filling the silk frame with water, which is the preparatory work for this picture. She kept paying attention to Qiao Qi's actions with her peripheral vision, and frowned slightly when she saw him filling the easel with more than a dozen picture frames.

Qiao Qi was unceremonious and had the tools ready. He opened his phone and clicked on several travel websites. He browsed the landscape posters for a while and then selected some characters from them. He soon had an idea.

I took a carbon strip and casually drew lines on the white frame one by one, dividing it into blocks. Ten minutes later, the basic composition was completed.

The female boss frowned even more tightly and shook her head secretly. She even didn't want to waste time on this junior. If the next interviewer arrived now, she would immediately drive them away.

"The style of painting, I learned this just after graduation. How can I have the nerve to ask the teacher to introduce him to the job and deliberately express myself? It's ridiculous." The woman began to look down on Qiao Qi more and more.

"Teacher Hou said that you can give me a price of 5001200 per square meter. If you cancel the appointment for a later interview, I can go a little lower." Qiao Qi began to use a scraper to spread texture on a large area. He could use two different oil painting knives with both hands. An ordinary knife creates a big effect, while a special-shaped knife details the front focus of the painting.

"Really?" The woman was noncommittal. She stopped what she was doing. Qiao Qi's two-handed knife skills attracted her. There are many people who know this skill, but she can't hear anyone who can do it so fast and with such accurate knife skills. Have not heard.

"The little boy who just left school is arrogant and likes to show off that he looks good. He must be a scumbag." The woman's brain circuit is very strange. Watching Qiao Qi paint, she thinks about how he relies on this. He deceived several school girls with one hand and two swords.

"Scumbag" Qiao Qi secretly cursed in her heart. This kind of ambiguous answer was simply the preserve of campus goddesses. She didn't know how to explain it clearly and left the person as a spare tire. Just like now, Qiao Qi showed off his skills and said that his speed could do the work of several people. However, the female boss did not give a reply. Instead, she encouraged him and raised her eyebrows and said, "Okay?"

I started quickly and quickly laid out the textures of fifteen pictures. Less than an hour passed.

"Is there a drying room?" Qiao Qi asked without looking back.

"There's a freight elevator upstairs."

Qiao Qi didn't waste any time and decisively moved the picture frame into the elevator and took it to the drying room. Then he went downstairs and moved fifteen one-meter white cloth picture frames up.

""The woman was a little stunned.

"I'm good at composing several different pictures at the same time. The more pictures there are, the less confusing they are." Qiao Qi replied leisurely. He had already made a draft in his mind, and the arrangement of each picture had already been planned in his mind.

Soon the textures of these pictures were ready, and the woman noticed that Qiao Qi had changed his style. He began to use a rough and unrestrained broadsword to make the base, and used brushes and brushes to create lines and abstract textures, and even used available materials that he could see at hand. Pasted on the screen.

"The work done alone is worth a lot of money. Maybe he can be left to be used by Master Zhang to make textures." The woman began to calculate how much salary she would give Qiao Qi. Suddenly her phone rang. She picked up the phone and took a look:

"I'll take a call. You can use these materials as you wish."

Qiao Qi answered yes and continued to create.

Once he started painting, Qiao Qi's whole mind entered a state where he was not disturbed by external objects. He could chat with people but would not be disturbed by other things.

Faintly hearing the quarrel coming from the stairwell outside, Qiao Qi secretly wondered if this husband was training his wife.

"If you can control others, someone can control you."

Soon, the second batch of fifteen pictures was ready. Qiao Qi slowly cleaned up the oil painting knife and brushes, found the largest palette in the studio, and started to pick the colors he wanted.

When the woman came back from the phone call, she looked unhappy. Admittedly, this woman's aura was indeed a bit strong, and the temperature in the studio seemed to have dropped a bit.

“Drink a glass of water and take a break.”

The woman handed over the cup, brewing scented tea with a fragrant aroma.

"Almost half of the three hours have passed. Time is urgent. Wait until I finish painting before drinking." Qiao Qi hurriedly moved the picture frames into the elevator, pulled down the drying room, and returned to the studio with fifteen half-dry picture frames. There was already a lot of white texture cream on his suit, but Qiao Qihun didn't care.

After setting up the picture frame, Qiao Qi took the showerhead used by the woman to water the flowers, raised it high, dipped a brush into the mixed paint and pressed it on the canvas. He used the water from the shower to wash the brush. The colors were smudged and not evenly blended. The paint swayed with the brush and water flow, and within ten seconds, a distant mountain background appeared.

Then use the brush to create light and dark tones, and mix out the colors to lay out the tones of the close-up scene. Soon, the tone of a picture has been completed.

the second one

Third

Half an hour later, Qiao Qi brought in another batch of fifteen picture frames and got to work in full swing.

The woman moved a wicker chair and sat quietly behind to watch. She was extremely shocked. There was no way a fresh graduate in her early twenties could do this. Even well-known big names in the painting industry, such as Mr. Chen from Beijing Normal University who has received a lot of news, do not have this kind of foundation.

What is the structure of his brain? How could he complete thirty compositions at the same time? The style of each picture is different, and the use of color is simply miraculous. He never makes any unnecessary movements, and all the paints he has mixed can be used. To get it, not one point is too much, not one point is too little.

He even made the back layers first, and then did some of the front work. This is a sign that the rough draft is so accurate that it is close to the finished product.

"This guy is a superman, right?" I remembered that I met Teacher Hou a few days ago and mentioned to the old man that he needed a painter who could paint faster. The old man recommended a painter who was fast and good. Finally, she found out that he was a fresh graduate. She instantly lost interest and asked him to come for an interview just for the sake of the teacher. Who knew she would have such an unexpected surprise.

Three hours passed quickly, and thirty oil paintings of different styles were placed on the table. The styles were very different, but the themes were all Chinese towns.

There are only a few realistic paintings, and the abstract paintings frighten the female boss. This kind of continuous creativity is simply unheard of, and the skillful techniques are simply unheard of.

Money overwhelms the hands of slaves, but art overpowers the traveler. Although she is a master of Chinese painting, she doesn't understand anything about Western painting. When Qiao Qi took out a single painting, her level was far higher than that of Master Zhang, who was hired at a high price, not to mention his creation speed.

This is the collision of inspiration and technology, which requires talent. For painting creation, it is not possible to do this with hard work. It requires an excellent brain and even geometry knowledge comparable to that of a mathematics professor.

"If you can, I'll work today and the price will be according to the gallery standard." The woman quickly made a decision. Qiao Qi's work alone was better than that of a group of people, but the quality of his works was still at the same level, and there were even a few pictures. You can feel the creator's power and ideas at a glance.

"Talent, rare talent, I have earned it." The woman thought happily, wondering if she should call the Spanish couple and ask them to expand the scale of the exhibition.

"Perhaps there is no need to waste time on other interviewees. Can I undertake the entire gallery's oil paintings by myself?"

Seeing that the other party was satisfied, Qiao Qi decisively made another request. He wants to earn more, and there are too few owners who can open a gallery with this price and require all original works. He failed to apply for a job before because he refused to make high imitations. This is a principle and respect for other creators.

"Okay, okay. We are colleagues." The woman reached out and shook Qiao Qi's hand:

"I'm a few years older than you. You can call me Senior Sister, or Sister Wen." She smiled like a goddess.

"Good senior sister" Qiao Qi secretly complained: Is this because I have taken a fancy to my brother's craftsmanship, and wants to seduce me with his appearance, and then conquer me with his charm?

"Qiao Qi, you have a nosebleed." Sister Wen pointed to her nose.

"Ah" Qiao Qi thought that he was in a state of embarrassment. I just had the opportunity to take a closer look at the female boss. She is indeed a goddess. She is in her twenties, mature and youthful. Her big eyes add a bit of innocence, and her long black hair is straight and smooth, making her not so easy to approach.

Judging from her facial features, maybe the woman still has some ethnic minority ancestry.

As Qiao Qi thought about it, she felt as if the back of her head was being pierced, and the pain was getting more and more painful.

There was a roaring sound in his ears, and he felt that the sounds around him were far away. The woman's red lips opened and closed, as if no sound was coming out. Qiao Qi tried to hold on to the easel to steady herself, but her legs felt weak.

Suddenly, Qiao Qi's eyes rolled up and he fell to the ground, knocking over a pile of paints and brushes.

In an underground facility, busy scientific researchers in white coats kept walking through small cubicles. The armed personnel with live ammunition had solemn expressions, like stone sculptures and clay sculptures.

In a small lecture hall, a group of white coats and several older gentlemen in suits were listening to an experimental report.

"We have extracted the brains of the blue experimental subjects. Unfortunately, this dangerous attempt did not achieve the results we wanted."

"As before, the supernatural power of the blue experimental subject is hidden in his body tissues. Once these tissues are separated from the body, they will lose the power of super-speed regeneration."

"They will lose their blue color, their hair and skin, including their bones, and they will become the body tissue of a boy with a bone age of 16 years old."

The bald man in a white coat who was in charge of the report took off his glasses and wiped them.

"Including his brain, we can confirm that the source of those supernatural powers is his brain. His brain lobes were even cut, but they regenerate very quickly, and after those tissues are separated from the body, they no longer have extraordinary powers."

"This is a very advanced genetic code, far beyond that of known organisms. They are protecting the secrets of this body. I think this is no longer a simple mutation of individual life. Perhaps there are traces of advanced civilization in the bloodline of the blue experimental subject. Maybe he himself comes from some alien civilization.”

"Unfortunately, we can no longer continue the experiment. The higher-intensity experiment plan can only be cancelled. The blue experimental subject has shown signs of brain death several times. It is obvious that the experiment has caused fatal injuries to him."

The man in the white coat was so thirsty that he had to explain the principle and describe the test process in detail when asked by the distinguished gentleman in suit. Those shocking regeneration abilities are what everyone desires, such as these three bosses who came to the base in person.

They gathered together for the first time in many years, not via video conference or holographic projection communication, but in person in this secret underground facility.

Their names are: Daniel Whitehall, Alexander Pierce and Baron Scrark