Crossing The Future Maker

Chapter 14: Qi Rui

 Several people talked for a while, but Qin Nan was actually talking, Feng Yan was listening, and Qi Rui looked at the speaker with a gentle expression.

    Feng Yanjong has a god, and suddenly feels that he is a super light bulb.

    Emma! It's just blinding people's eyes, saying that they have no love for women, who would believe it.

    During the conversation, Feng Yan learned that Qi Rui used to be an excellent mercenary, he had completed many tasks, never missed a hunt, and so on...

    There is no way, whoever makes Qin Nan talk inside and out is him.

    However, the advantage is that as the chat deepens, Qi Rui seems to recognize him, or his friendship with Qin Nan, and his attitude towards him gradually becomes more easy-going.

      Qi Rui looked very calm, and Qin Nan assured him that he could still trust his character. No matter what, he had lived for thirty-two years in his last life, and he still had a bit of a wink.

    Qin Nan yawned as he spoke.

    Seeing that he was tired, Feng Yan hurriedly asked them to rest first, crammed into the small cabin for days, must be exhausted.

     

    In the early morning of the next day, Qin Nan had just woken up and finished his meal, and while he was stunned, Feng Yan began to frame paintings.

    He first used kraft paper to make a five-meter-long painting scroll with both ends of synthetic red cedar.

    At the same time, he boiled a pot of paste in the kitchen, and then spread the painting on the table, and then he evenly brushed the paste on the back of the heart with a row of brushes...

    A series of movements are skilled and sophisticated, as if they had been done countless times before.

    Not only Qin Nan was surprised, but even Qi Rui's face showed a surprised look. I didn't expect that the young master of the Feng family would have this skill.

    Then more speechless.

    Qin Nan felt distressed, his expression was like a knife cut.

      People's clothing, buildings and furnishings, and the layout of streets are all intricate.

    A good painting, if you say it is not a waste.

    The painting was mounted, Feng Yan did not have any cherishing heart, he was busy for several days, steamed, baked, put it in the mud, and then grinded and grinded, the new painting Turned into an old painting, the old painting is covered with a layer of simple and solemn colors, as if after countless years of precipitation, it reveals a mysterious atmosphere.

    Qin Nan was speechless.

    Qi Rui's pupils suddenly tightened, and then he really paid attention to this young master of the Feng family.

    Feng Yan smiled extremely proudly: "How is it? You say, how many stars can this painting be auctioned?"

    Qin Nan swallowed: "At least a few hundred thousand..."

    Feng Yan looked at Qi Rui: "What do you say?"

    "More than five million." Qi Rui's voice was very calm, but others could not see him, but he knew that this painting, no matter the material, the style of the painting, or the content in the painting, was the world's It is rare, almost the same as the cultural relics that once appeared on the ancient earth.