The joy of having money, you can’t imagine

The next evening, when Jiang Chen rode the battery car all the way to the top of Xiaoxihu Manor, he saw Shen Mengdie concentrating on what he was drawing on a piece of rice paper.

The rice paper is snow-white, even a layman like Jiang Chen can see at a glance that it is definitely not a cheap product.

Perhaps because he has just come into contact with Chinese painting, Shen Mengdie’s posture of holding the pen is still a little awkward,

But unexpectedly, her expression was extremely focused.

So focused that Jiang Chen stood behind her, and she didn’t notice the slightest.

Jiang Chen fixed his eyes on the place where Shen Mengdie depicted on the rice paper, and saw that a handsome face that had been completed by ninety percent was slowly taking shape.

Although the artist’s technique is still very jerky, he still recognizes it at a glance that this is his own appearance.

“Is this drawing me?”

Jiang Chen smiled lightly and couldn’t help but speak.

“Huh? Not…… No. ”

Hearing someone behind him, Shen Mengdie suddenly turned around.

After a momentary stunned, he immediately grabbed the rice paper on the table as quickly as he could, and hid behind him with a red face.

“Who says there isn’t? I saw it all, show me. ”

Jiang Chen took a thousand steps, his hands seemed to pick up Shen Mengdie, bypassed from both sides, and then gently broke her fingers.

“Give me the pen, I’ll try it too.”

Someone picked up a wolf from the side without any pressure, pretending to dip it in ink, and suddenly there was a magnificent splash of ink.

Different from Shen Mengdie’s detailed depiction, every line strives for perfection.

Jiang Chen is a big open, full of extravagance.

“He can also paint?”

Not far away, Su Xian’er, who was brewing tea, suddenly had a hint of curiosity on her face.

Looking at Jiang Chen like this, I am afraid that he is not a grandmaster-level figure whose skills have reached the peak.

That kind of pen does not change a single point of confidence, the kind of flow between each stroke and each painting.

And as if she was extremely satisfied with her work, the ultimate enjoyment above her expression was exactly like some of the masters she had seen.

Su Xian’er suddenly felt itchy.

Although her painting is good, it is evaluated by a certain Taidou as lacking aura, perhaps, what she is missing can be found in Jiang Chen?

As soon as she thought of this, Su Xian’er’s footsteps quietly became a little lighter.

Close, close.

Three steps, two steps, one step.

Su Xian’er finally stood next to Jiang Chen and saw someone’s masterpiece.

The moment she saw this work, Su Xian’er took a deep breath.

The big red cuffs, the two pink fists clenched tightly, and the whole person trembled slightly.

Jiang Chen continued, his right hand circling a not-so-perfect arc and pulling down fiercely.

Then, a thin hair that could not even be seen at all, and the thick place seemed to drip with a large lump of ink, which was depicted by Jiang Chen.

Don’t talk about hair, just say it’s a mallet and everyone believes.

Su Xian’er resisted the urge to slap Jiang Chen and flew away, looking at the painting on the table, and trembling a little with anger.

If it weren’t for someone drawing two strokes and turning her head to look at the girl next to her, she wouldn’t recognize that this was actually drawing a person.

The eyes are two circles of different sizes, no, not even circles, this is simply two irregularly shaped ink lumps randomly pulled out with a brush.

The mouth turned out to be as wide as the face, and the rows of wide and long teeth inside involuntarily reminded people of an expression called “croaking teeth”.

The nose is a capital L, and the ears are simply a pair of opposite 3 characters, which are not the same size.

Directly above the bag stood three dull hairs rising into the sky, and the ponytail on the side was simply miserable.

Anyway, Su Xian’er was the first time to see someone’s painting level, and it could make people speechless to this extent.

The most important thing is that someone is drawing, and from time to time he has to glance at Shen Mengdie next to him, looking serious and enjoying it.

Su Xian’er was about to find a brush to show this pretentious “great talent” what painting skills are.

Inadvertently, his gaze skimmed Shen Mengdie, who was smiling happily on the side.

Looking at Shen Mengdie’s smiling face, and then looking at Jiang Chen’s extremely pompous movements, the expression that he thought he was very satisfied, and the painting that laughed to the extreme.

In an instant, Su Xian’er seemed to understand something, and her eyes inexplicably softened.

It turned out that he did it on purpose.

All just to make the girl next to him happy.

Five minutes later, Jiang Chen finally completed this masterpiece.

With a sharp wave of his pen, he wrote three ugly large characters in the upper left corner of the rice paper, a couple picture.

Then in the lower right corner, he splashed ink with the same font: Yi Wei Nian Jia Shen Yue Bochen Day Jiang Chen and Shen Mengdie co-authored.

(August 20, 2015, Qixi Day)

“Wan’er, frame this picture.”

Su Xian’er looked at it for a while, and suddenly spoke, causing several people around her to look strange.

“This painting? Framed up? ”

Jiang Chen looked confused, could it be that I really inadvertently created a shocking masterpiece?

“Miss, did I hear you right?”

The palace girl named Wan’er widened her eyes and her face was full of surprise.

“Hmph, this is someone’s black history, I must preserve it.”

Su Xian’er snorted softly, her silver teeth clenched, and she looked as if she was gritting her teeth.

But inexplicably, Jiang Chen seemed to see a trace of panic in her eyes, as well as a touch of vinegar?

However, he didn’t care.

If before Su Xian’er was a simple admiration for her appearance, now there is a trace of jealousy in her heart.

This is not how terrifying Su Xian’er herself is, just like the list of genitals, all her own talents are in gardening, tea ceremony, and other things.

What made Jiang Chen jealous were Su Xian’er’s two older brothers and the Su family behind them.

Su Xianer’s eldest brother, who graduated from Harvard Business School at the age of nineteen, began to take over the family business at the age of twenty.

Now, he has almost become the second head of the Su Group.

And now that the old man of the Su family is gradually retiring, in fact, he is not a little worse than the real person who is talking.

As a 100-billion-level giant, Xihong deserves to be the head snake, and the status of the Su family’s speaker can be imagined.

Especially for families like this, the assets exposed to the bright surface are often just the tip of the iceberg.

Moreover, what makes them even more terrifying is not that there is a lot of money.

If nothing else, building such a villa near Xihong Avenue is not just something that can be done with money.

Su Xian’er’s second brother, because it was not from the right wife, was not valued when he was a child.

However, as an orthodox son of the Su family, he still got a pretty good starting point.

On the same day that Su Xian’er’s eldest brother was confirmed as the heir, her second brother also got a company worth about one billion.

Then, in just three years, the company was reborn from the ashes and rose strongly.

Up to now, the assets on the surface have exceeded 10 billion.

With his fraternal mind, the existence of the Su family’s level would definitely not be happy.