I, The Occult Painter, Draw The Truth

022: The World…How To Draw…

“With the world as the theme…”

Chen An murmured, his eyes were thinking, and he had already developed some interest in this exhibition.

After the introduction of the editor-in-chief Chen, Chen An has a general understanding of this exhibition.

This art exhibition was jointly organized by several rich collectors in Qingshan City, with the intention of discovering more excellent works and collecting them.

Editor-in-chief Chen means that if Chen An’s works are good enough to enter the exhibition, and can be seen by a wealthy person, then Chen An will get a lot of money.

Well, it’s another way to sell paintings.

Hearing this, Chen An naturally became interested.

Anyway, his contributions to magazines are also contributions, and his contributions to art exhibitions are also contributions.

In the end, as long as you can make money, that’s fine.

After all, my sister’s life, as well as her own school expenses, etc., all need money.

Thinking of this, Chen An was ready to agree.

However, when he was about to say yes, Chen An hesitated again.

There is no reason for him.

For a long time, Chen An’s contributions have been scanned into electronic manuscripts and sent to the magazine.

He is also used to this pattern.

If the exhibition requires him to provide manuscripts, or to be cheeky, a collector wants to collect his manuscripts, then he is really a little reluctant…

Chen An also didn’t know why.

He has always regarded his paintings as very important. In general, he does not want to send the manuscripts to others, he just wants to keep them by himself.

As for yesterday’s agreement with the beggar, that is a special case and needs special treatment.

Chen An knew that it was a little strange for him to do so.

After all, how can there be a painter who wants to make money, but is reluctant to paint his own paintings?

But that’s what happened.

Chen An also had a little bit of entanglement.

Therefore, Chen An thought for a few seconds and said to Editor-in-Chief Chen on the other side of the phone:

“Thank you, Editor-in-Chief Chen, I can participate, but I don’t really want to provide the manuscript…”

Chen An and the editor-in-chief Chen are also familiar with each other, so they speak more directly.

Editor-in-chief Chen was stunned.

On the other side of the phone, he frowned slightly, and he didn’t quite understand, but after thinking about it, he felt that this was not a big problem.

As long as Xiao Chen’s talent is displayed, it doesn’t matter what manuscript is not manuscript.

Actually.

He sincerely wanted to help Chen An, but he couldn’t bear to bury the beautiful jade of Chen An in the mortal world.

Not with any serious thoughts.

Editor-in-chief Chen said with a smile: “That’s it, it’s okay, I’ll talk to the exhibition side when the time comes…”

As a transmigrator, Chen An has lived two lives. Even though he is a teenager now, his mind is already very mature.

He was silent for two seconds and said seriously:

“Thank you, Editor-in-Chief Chen, for causing you trouble…”

“Hahaha, you’re welcome, Xiao Chen!”

Editor-in-chief Chen’s hearty laughter came:

“That’s it, Xiao Chen, the theme of this exhibition is the world. After a few days of the exhibition, you can see how to create. Don’t be nervous, just play it at will. I absolutely believe in your strength, haha…”

“Well…” Chen An also smiled, “Thank you very much, Editor-in-Chief Chen…”

“it’s okay no problem……”

Soon, the call is over.

Chen An turned off his phone, and sat in the chair for a moment of contemplation.

Editor-in-chief Chen is undoubtedly a very good person.

Thinking back carefully, editor-in-chief Chen has always been very good to himself since he cooperated with the magazine.

“If I have a chance in the future, I can thank you…” Chen An whispered, suddenly stopped, and smiled helplessly.

What opportunities are not opportunities, thank you not thank you.

The editor-in-chief Chen is the editor-in-chief of the magazine.

And he is still just a student.

call……

Chen An exhaled lightly.

Not too much confusion.

He turned his eyes, glanced slowly around the wall of the room, and smiled slightly.

Chen An doesn’t know why, but when he looks at his paintings, he has a special feeling.

It cannot be described in concrete words.

It seems that they are not just paintings, but real existences.

I created them with my own hands, gave them life, and defined their “existence”.

Therefore, Chen An did not want to sell these manuscripts to others from the bottom of his heart.

“If I paint enough in the future, I’ll get a bigger house and put paintings in it…”

Chen An thought wildly, and in the end he couldn’t help being amused by his own thoughts.

What a big deal.

The first thing to do is to solve the current problem.

Chen An then packed up, rubbed his empty stomach, got up and went to the kitchen to cook some food for himself.

By the way, I also prepared my sister’s dinner.

After everything was done, Chen An sat back in front of the drawing board in the studio again, thinking about it while eating.

“The world…how to draw…”

Celebrating the 7-day National Day holiday and reading books! Charge 100 and get 500 VIP coupons!

Immediately rush to recharge (event time: October 1st to October 7th)