MTL - Spoiled-Chapter 38

"Aren't you incapable of drinking?" Guoguo hasn't forgotten, the last time the Korean player held the milk in the bar and drank him, and he didn't drink, so he refused.

Han Yun waved his hand: "I don't need to drink, don't you like the painting? I'll send you!"

Guoguo laughed at once: "Han Yun, don't say you can't win the jackpot. Even if you do, you can't send it to me. Do you know how much the painting is worth?"

"Why can't I send it?" He heard the others say that the painting was worth more than 10 million-but in the view of Han Yun, it was not worth that much, nor was it that the painting was not good, it must be better than himself. But he saw more good calligraphy and paintings. If such ink treasures can be worth more than 10 million yuan, wouldn't it be possible to make 5 million yuan by painting one of his own?

He has a new understanding of the prices here, and at the same time he feels incredible: "Guoguo, you wait, I will show you the first prize."

She obviously didn't believe that Han Yun said she would win the jackpot, but she was very happy, and smiled, "Go play if you want to participate. If I win the jackpot, I can't ask you for nothing, my dad likes it. Collect these, if you really won the first prize, you don't want this painting, I buy it at the market price. "

"No no no, I send you."

"Then you go to the competition, I wish you the first." She really didn't think Han Yun could win the first prize, so she just talked about it, but she did like Cao Qin's painting.

Her father loved collecting calligraphy and paintings, and the most famous Chinese painting in modern times is Mr. Cao Lao. However, Mr. Cao Lao never sold his paintings for sale. Instead, he gave them to friends. Many people liked his paintings. The 20 million flowers and birds auctioned out a few years ago were sold by friends of the old man. After the tax, more than 10 million were donated to the disaster area.

Her father always wanted to collect one, but he didn't have a chance, and now he saw it here.

No matter who won the first prize, she wanted to ask the other party if she had the intention to endure love.

Han Yun's self-confidence naturally made some people, like them, participating in club activities for the first time feel overwhelmed.

"Eighteen-line celebrities also want to take the first place? Can he have that ability? Idiots dream!"

After Han Yun heard it, he looked up and looked at where the eighteenth line is. He didn't even realize it, he was talking about himself. However, there are few people who recognize him. There are many rich people on the scene. Everyone does not care about any model competition, and naturally he does not know him.

The net red did not see it, but Han Yun heard others whispering something.

"I think the jackpot is out of play ... I heard that the person who took this picture to make a colorful head is Cao Xuan, who is Cao Qin's grandson and a founding member of the club. It is said that this event It was also planned by him. He took out Mr. Cao's Mo Bao to make color heads, and naturally he had the ability to take back the color heads again! "

"This club is really weird, how do you make these arty events?"

"You don't know. At the speed racing festival earlier this year, a series of accidents occurred. Several luxury cars were crashed and two died. There are members of the AA club who are still lying in the hospital and haven't woke up! Since then, activities have changed every month. "

"Those rich second generations really understand these?"

Some people scorned: "Why are you rich second generation? People have learned everything since childhood, they are both talented and proficient in several languages. It is no exaggeration to say that this club is full of elite rich second generation, and other super running club There are certain differences. If you want to come in, you can't do it with money. You also need to have the knowledge and quality. "

Some people said: "The AA club is also called a 50 million club, not only because of the 50 million asset certification required to join the club, but also because of this young super-run club, the members are young and rich second generation, there are 5,000 luxury cars Wan is not enough, you must have a recommender to join the club!

"Why do you want to join? Without paying wages, you have to participate in activities to waste time. Really think that everyone likes drag racing? The rich second generation regrets it! But it is the name of the club that brings the rich together to make friends. . As soon as this platform is established, all the members who join the club must be super rich. The more people you know, the more resources you have. "

"So ah, in fact, many members who join the club just buy a supercar at home, and they do n’t usually drive out, and they do n’t drag racing. Who does n’t want to play drag racing? The second-generation rich natives just love to find that kind. stimulate."

The entire river canal was more than thirty meters long. Han Yun found a futon at will and sat down. In front of the futon, he put a small snack, a shortcake and a fruit cake, and a cup of hot tea. Han Yun turned his head and asked Guoguo, who was sitting behind him, "Do you want to eat small cookies?"

"Don't eat or eat, I lose weight, you eat it."

"You're not fat, what do you do to lose weight?" Han Yun began to eat by himself. He drank hot tea without any worries, slowly eating peach crisps.

Guoguo stared at him and laughed: "You are a model, you have to keep your figure, how can you eat like this?"

Han Yun also laughed: "I'm not fat."

Even with so many people, Han Yun is handsome and eye-catching. Not only is he handsome, he also has a natural splendor, and even if he eats it right, he can't hide his temperament. Many people did not know him, and secretly commented on him: "Who is that? Which is it?"

Of the more than one hundred people, more than half of them volunteered to participate in the activity. As soon as Han Yun crooked his head, he saw that the wine glass slowly drifted down from the upper stream with the sound of Guqin, drifting slowly, like a gentle leaf, and then stopped spinning.

The man sitting next to Han Yun took a glance at his neck and recognized: "That is Cheng Yangshuo, the son of the boss of the exclusive domestic agent of Koenigsegg."

Koenigsegg is a Swedish supercar manufacturer. The supercar produced by this brand can be bought for a minimum of 20 million.

"It seems that he founded the 50 million club with the support of his dad."

The rich second generation received a foreign education from a young age. He grew tall and tall, and he was very gentle in his thirties. He stood up and wrote a word in front of everyone.

There was a little book aroma in the air, which was the peculiar smell of good pen and paper.

Cheng Yangshuo wrote only four large characters on rice paper, which is the theme of today's activity, "Qushui Liuyu". He also had a good writing posture, raised his wrists in a flash, and quickly wrote: "I am ugly."

His words haven't come out yet, and someone has started clapping: "Good words!"

The invitation letter is issued at random. Some of the people who came in today even borrowed supercars to see the fish in the muddy waters and see how the super rich second generations cultivated their sentiments. Take a picture and send a circle of friends to show off. Attended the activities of the Super Running Club.

Someone is already secretly videotaping and taking pictures.

But more people are thinking differently. They cannot apply to join the club according to the normal procedures. However, if they can take advantage of today's opportunity to join one of the members and get a referral, they can enter the club. In order to know more rich people.

At this time, there were only two models who highlighted his words. The four words were written with a certain style and a little meaning. Most of the people here did not understand. The layman looked at a good word, and the person who wrote it. The founder of the club, praised the scene: "Well written, good word!"

Han Yun glanced at the word from afar. In his opinion, he really couldn't bear the praise of "good", because it was too general, the word was weak and weak, and it was even ugly. He was very puzzled, and asked Guoguo, who was sitting behind him, "Why did he hold him and say that he wrote well? Did those people not understand calligraphy at all?"

Guoguo is educated by her family and understands more than ordinary people. She first "shushed": "Don't say so loudly." Then she carefully studied and said, "This face should have been practiced for more than ten years, as if ... write Is it okay? "

She is also a layman: "Forget it, don't ask me. When I was a kid, I was forced to practice writing by my dad. I was fishing for three days and drying the net for two days. .I do n’t want to write, my dad let me go, so ah, I do n’t know how to write. ”

"Han Yun, do you understand this?"

"Just a little bit about it," Han Yun said. "He didn't write well."

Guoguo: "You have such a good character, haha."

He didn't have a loud voice, but he was still heard by the man sitting next to him. Han Yun noticed that this was the man who laughed at an eighteen-line internet celebrity. He looked like he was in his thirties and had a lip above his lips A moustache, and his girlfriend was sitting on a futon next to him, and both chose to participate in the event.

At this moment, the man showed that disdainful look again, glanced at Han Yun and turned his head, the moustache above his lips seemed a little funny: "arrogant."

Han Yun saw him talking to himself, inexplicably: "He is talking about me?"

Guoguo quickly shook her head: "No, don't think about it, eat shortcakes." With so many people, she didn't want Han Yun to cause anything, but this invitation was really casual, everyone came Some female models are known by her, and they are taking pictures with excitement.

Unknowingly, Han Yun finished eating the shortbread, and I soon came here, and stayed many times during the period. Several people chose to drink and some people performed.

He heard another sentence: "On this occasion, where did the internet celebrity come from, he was eating alone in the audience, it was really a shame!"

Moustache's girlfriend said: "That is, anyone can mix in. Just now he said he wants to get the first prize, just him? Dare to say that Cheng Shaozi is not well written? Oh, it's a shame."

The moustache said: "The forest is big, and all birds are there."

Han Yun was certain this time, this man really said himself, he was not so angry, he just felt funny, he was really big.

Guoguo narrowed his eyes and grabbed him immediately: "Han Yun, don't be impulsive."

"I'm here!" The moustache man shouted blurtly, and the uncle stopped suddenly, just spinning between him and his girlfriend.

Moustache asked his girlfriend to go: "Baby, go play a zither, haven't you learned?"

Guzheng is a very simple instrument with only five notes. It can be played in two lessons, but it is not easy to play well. The moustache girlfriend seems to have been studying for a few years. She can play without wearing fake armor. She dialed a song "Yunshui Zenxin" with her fingertips, which won applause.

Mustache applauded vigorously: "It's so nice to play! Baby is awesome!"

Soon, I was put down the canal again, and slowly flowed to the front of the Han Yun. After stopping for a few seconds, Han Yun reached out to pick up the wine glass and put it on a small plate for snacks.

He stood up. The shoes he wore today were one centimeter and four centimeters in length. The whole person was close to 188. When everyone was sitting, they all looked up at him and said, "Wow, so high Like a male model, tall, handsome and white. "

"He looks like that one, a male model, is he the same person ...?"

The man who hosted the game asked, "Do you, gentleman, drink ...?"

"I write." Han Yun strode to the elevated platform with a base, flower windows pasted, and beamed arches and cornices, or even a mountain flower.

Although Han Yun is not the best among his brothers, the gentleman Liuyi is not well-versed in "ceremony, music, shooting, imperialism, books, and numbers", but the "book" is the best he can get. Shot.

He started with the regular script, pushed to Li Li and the grass, and could write anything. As an emperor, he read and read the chapters. He even wrote nonsense all day long.

Han Yun walked up, everyone looked at him, watching him with a very skilled posture, naturally began to hold a wolf with no trace of ink. His writing style is elegant and gentle, coupled with such a gentle leather appearance, there is a kind of natural noble temperament-unlike the temperament that ordinary ordinary rich families can develop.

Writing for him is pleasing to the eye, no matter the layman or layman, at this moment understand that this is a trainee. Although he doesn't know how the words are written, he has a great temperament and is a rare beautiful man.

This alone is enough to make people look sideways.

Soon after he finished writing, he stood up in the lower right corner.

It is also the four words "曲 水流 觞", but the typeface used is completely different from that of Cheng Fang. His words are wild and unruly. At first glance, it gives a person who writes this must be very crazy. There is a free and easy mood above the form. This is inconsistent with Han Yun's writing attitude and his own temperament.

"what……?"

"This is cursive!"

"It seems OK?"

There are many lay people on the scene. Many people do n’t understand calligraphy and can only rely on feelings, but even if only on the basis of feelings, everyone can see that this is a good word.

The calligrapher Zhang Huaijin once said, "The mysterious meaning comes from the form of things. The deep reason lies between the sacred and the deep. The power of what is always possible can be said, and the power of the world can be measured." Explain the profound truth, and dissolve the profound artistic conception between pen and ink, which is not understandable by ordinary people.

Therefore, the specific level of Han Yun is not something they can figure out.

"The same four words, how about writing less than Cheng?"

"How can this be compared with Cheng Shao's words? It can't be compared! What is written here? I have to carefully identify it! Cheng Shao's I can recognize at a glance that it is 'qushuiliu'. How can this be compared? ? "

The layman is not clear. Cheng Yangshuo looked at those words and was really startled, and immediately stood up.

Upon seeing him standing up, everyone thought he was dissatisfied that he had written the same four words as him, and many people immediately mocked Han Yun ’s words without pretending to understand: "What broken words, how dare you swear?" "

"Just, what the hell, this—"

"it is good!"

"Good words!" These voices were immediately overshadowed by Cheng Yangshuo's applause, "Well-written!"

A group of people who didn't understand calligraphy looked at each other before they laughed the loudest. They now have the most painful faces, as if burning.

The echoed voice sounded ups and downs: "Yeah, good words."

"Well, really good words."

Sitting in the distance, Guoguo was also shocked. Han Yun wrote so well? Is it so fierce! She raised her thumbs up high and said goodbye.

As for the moustache that had only mocked Han Yun, he now has no room for self-confidence.

Just when Han Yun was going to return to his place, Cheng Yangshuo stopped him: "I don't know ... sir ... I want to exchange Mobao with you. I like your word very much. If you are willing to exchange with me, I'd like to send you another Dragontail Mountain Salamander. "

The material of tadpole is called vermiculite, which usually takes five to one billion years of geological changes to form. This kind of tadpole is known by writers of all ages and is a royal gift.

Han turned around and watched his admiration, and waved his hand: "Just take it home if you like it, just forget about it."

Cheng Yangshuo glanced at the word, and looked at the extraordinary Han Yun. He wanted to get to know him now and pull him into the club. However, the activity was still going on, he could only give up temporarily, and planned to say it later at the end of the event .

The stream reached the end of the canal, this time starting the second round: "If you stay in front of you again, if you play Guqin in the first round, you can't play Guqin in the second round. As for the first round, you choose to drink Friends, you can still drink in the second round. "

觞 Slowly, everyone will go through the second round. It is said that Cao Xuan, the painter of Cao Qin's grandson today, drew more than ten minutes and painted a picture of flowers and birds. Those who do n’t understand say that he painted well.

In this round, many people had to drink, and the moustache had to choose to drink.

When He stopped in front of Han Yun, he stood up again.

Someone said, "Well? He doesn't drink?"

"But I can't write anymore. The regulations say no."

Han Yun said, "I paint."

Calligraphy is a cultural gem that combines literature, painting, philosophy, and even performance art.

It is said that those who write well in calligraphy, calligraphy and calligraphy will certainly be able to draw a little, and those who do well in painting will generally not be too bad in calligraphy.

But no one can think of this handsome man who looks suspicious of a male model. He can draw a few strokes, outline a vivid mood, and write a poem on the paper.

Characters and paintings are inseparable in essence. Whether he paints well or not, he can see at a glance.

No one talked this time, and no one was ridiculing, but just whispered: "Well talented, really a talent."

"The writing is good, the drawing is good, and people are handsome! Now that he can come to the event and look at his temperament, he is also a rich second generation ... Isn't it a bit ridiculous?"

Someone whispered to compare his painting with Cao Xuan's. Cao Xuan's face was as heavy as water, but he didn't say anything, but he was solemn, and already represented who wins.

Han Yun sat down, Guoguo said quietly and excitedly: "Why are you so powerful!"

Han Yun said, "I'm not terrible. I just learned a little bit of fur. Someone ... is much better than me."

"Who is better than you?"

He laughed: "My family."

Han Yun looked at the mountains and did not show the water. Suddenly showing such a hand, he scared Guoguo and recognized who the Han Yun was. It was also a shock. How can a male model run to participate in this kind of super running club activity? Not only did they participate, they also pretended to be pretty good! It's almost out of the limelight!

Guoguo didn't believe he could win the jackpot at first, but now she really has to believe it. She hurriedly sent a message to her father and asked him to transfer the money.

In the third round, everyone thought that Han Yun had to drink this time, but he didn't expect him to stand up again. This time he didn't draw or write, he touched the piano.

Guqin, also called Yaoqin, has a wide range of sounds, deep timbre, and thick, long-lasting notes. This is also a traditional instrument that many people do n’t understand, but can play well.

With such an outstanding performance, we can't get the top spot yet.

Han Yun won the first prize in return, and a scroll of calligraphy and painting worth ten million yuan was in the box. Han Yun gave Guoguo readily: "I'll give it to you."

Guoguo saw that he really wanted to send himself, but he never thought: "You are crazy!"

Han Yun is strange: "Don't you like this painting?"

"More than ten million, why do you feel like you don't have money? You can't give it away if you can say it, it's really a bad boy!"

"Don't you?"

"Yes! But you have to give money, you give me an account, I give you a transfer. Just now I took a picture, and my dad asked someone to evaluate it, and said that from 15 million, I ... I'll take advantage of you. 15 million for you, don't you give up the painting to me? "

Han Yun didn't care, and put the picture in her arms: "What money do you give?"

Guoguo insisted: "I don't take advantage of you. My family taught me that I can't take advantage of people from a young age. If you give me paintings, I will naturally give you money. If you don't tell me your account number, I will ask.

She insisted on giving it, and Han Yun was okay: "Then, let's leave it alone, don't give it."

The paintings were allowed to go out, and the Han Yun Kali had 10 million more instantly.

He sincerely felt that the price of this calligraphy and painting was so high. He seemed to have found a new way to make money. He would pick up painting and calligraphy when he wanted to go home. He would also sell calligraphy and painting!

The end of the Qushuiliu event is another small luxury car show, including luxury supercars such as Koenigsegg, Bugatti, Ferrari, etc. There are a total of six cars, each of which is worth tens of millions, each equipped with two Car model.

Even one Koenigsegg is a limited edition model in the world, and only five cars have been produced in the world.

"There are only five cars in the world? I seemed to be exactly the same on the lawn just now, but it seems to be silver. Who is the car and the journey is less?"

"It must be his!"

It is no wonder that everyone thinks so, and only then asked Han Yun, who asked for Mobao, known as Cheng Shao, and his father was the exclusive agent of Koenigsegg.

This club was also founded by Cheng Shao with the support of his father. It was founded four years ago and has absorbed more than 400 like-minded super-rich second-generation members across the country.

These members themselves are equivalent to an intangible asset, leading everyone to want to join this 50 million club.

But this club is not something that you can enter. You need to be referred by members. After submitting various application documents, you must get the consent of all members before you can enter.

Now, this rare opportunity is in front of the Korean Games.

"Mr. Han, you give me a piece of ink, and you don't want my concubine. I definitely can't ask for your words in white. Would you like to join the club?"

Han Yun asked: "Do you play this every time?" It would be really boring to play it all.

"No, the road racing meeting was only held last month, and the activities for next month have not yet been decided. The membership will definitely be good for you." Many people ca n’t ask for it. As a result, Han Yun is sparse and ordinary. Does not seem to be excited about this.

Cheng Shao: "Take the liberty to ask, is your car with three license plates on the lawn outside?"

"Well, it's mine."

Cheng Shao slightly looked at him in surprise. The limited car model that produced only five cars was also obtained by his father's relationship. He did not expect to have an identical model in front of him.

He took a milder attitude and said that he had moved Han Yun, and Han Yun hesitated, "Is there any application to fill out?"

"No need to fill in, it is for outsiders. So, would you like to join our club?"

Han Yun thought about it and said, "Just add it."

His tone is usually like adding a WeChat friend, this is not pretended, Cheng Yangshuo can hear it. It's clear that Han Yun talked about good things-this kind of nobleness that ordinary ordinary wealthy houses can cultivate, it makes people feel that he can't be touched, and he has more guesses about him in his heart. Where is there a Han family with a deep cultural heritage?

After the event, it was evening. Han Yun had dinner with Guoguo before sending her home. Guoguo happily hugged the painting: "My dad loves these things, I told him I bought them for ten million dollars, and he didn't dare to believe it. Thank you, Han Yun, if you take this painting for auction You can sell it for 20 million, but you sold it to me for 10 million ... Really, I took advantage. "

There is no need to doubt the authenticity of the painting. This is what Cao Xuan took out. Don't even think about it, it must be true.

However, Han Yun did not think that Guoguo had taken advantage of himself. The first painting in his eyes was currency. If he had not been lazy when studying in Taiyuan Academy, he can still paint at this level now; the second is because ... Fu Yuan's paintings are much better than this. Han Yun naively thought that if he painted one of Fu Yuan's paintings and sold it, wouldn't it be one hundred million?

He ignored the issue of painter fame. The price of paintings and paintings was linked to the painter's fame. He also thought that he had found a way to make money.

When Han Yun returned home, he bought a set of ink pens and paper pads online, planning to get rich.

When Fu Yuan returned home the next day, he saw a majesty who was lying on the book and studying hard.

When he walked behind Han Yun, he found that the huge rice paper was densely packed with the word "money", and Fu Yuan glimpsed it. Below this rice paper, there was a rice paper with the word "Xuanzhe", which looked like casual graffiti. The pen and ink have been wiped out, it is estimated that it was written last night.

He seems to imagine that when Han Yun was bored, he naturally drew his name.

It means that Han Yun missed him.

With a smile on his eyes, Fu Yuan whispered, "Your Majesty has stepped back."

"I haven't written in a long time," Han Yun prepared to give his pen, "or else you come?"

Fu Yuan was close to his back, holding his hand in his palm, and teaching him to write as he did thousands of years ago.

A tall, fiery body was covered on his back, and his hands were also touched together. Another "money" word jumped on the paper. This word is not the same as the word of Han Yun. Han Yun himself also knew that he was thinking Not on the word, but some ghosts wondered ... Master Fu was really good and masculine. So pressed down from behind, Han Yun felt that there was something on it, and it was amazing on his tail bone.

Han Yun hasn't seen him before. Fu Yuan changed clothes in front of him more than once, but never faced him. However, even if he turned his back, he occasionally glanced at and saw something looming.

Thinking of this, he was a little uncomfortable immediately, and coughed, "Xuanzhu, have you got angry recently? Have some chrysanthemum tea?"

Fu Yuan found that his ears were reddish, and he teased, "I want to be angry."

His voice was against Han Yun's ears. Han Yun had noticed that it was wrong. It was too wrong. He broke away from Fu Yuan's arms and shifted the topic: "No more writing, my hand hurts."

He shifted the subject very naturally: "The few days you were away, I made 10 million!"

"I won the first prize of the competition. It was a painting by a painter and sold for a total of 10 million!" His mouth was raised high, and he looked like a rich man. "But ah, the painter The level is really average, far worse than you. "

Fu Yuan looked at him indefinitely, and did not speak. In the dark eyes, it seemed as if he could only hold Han Yun alone. The inside was too aggressive.

Han Yun was distressed at all times. He had always been afraid of Fu Yuan. Only Fu Yuan was good to him, so he dared to be so wild. If Fu Yuan showed a little nature, Han Yun would shrink back into his turtle shell with persuasion. The current Fu Yuan gave Han Yun instinctively a sense of crisis, and a feeling of bad things struck ...

Why did Fu Yuan suddenly do this and talk to him?

Han Yun couldn't help but take a step back, and suddenly there was a flash of light: "What, Master Fu, haven't you sent me a long time!"

He remembered that he once said to Fu Yuan "Gou Fugui, don't forget".

"You're welcome. I'm rich now. How much do you want?" Han Yun was extremely wealthy. "I'll send you a year's salamander!"