My Bank Is Connected to Another World

　　 After lunch.

　　 Zhao Yu wandered to Shu Fu's shop and wanted to see what impact his report would have, but he just approached and looked a little bit awkward.

closed?

why?

　　 asked the surrounding shops, only then did he understand the truth.

　　"..."

　　 suddenly speechless!

　　 In order not to take orders, I just closed the shop, which is too hasty.

　　 But when I think of the scene of my encounter with Shu Fu yesterday, it seems very reasonable.

Ok!

　　You have money, you are wayward.

　　 Although I don’t know Shu Fu’s background, I’m sure it’s not bad for money.

　　 was about to leave, and a figure passed by.

　　 "Director Meng."

"you.."

　　 "I'm from the city newspaper." Zhao Yu explained.

　　 The person in front of me is an elderly newspaper office who has retired for many years. Although I have only met once, as a reporter, I still have no problem remembering myself.

　　 Hearing that he couldn't be free after retiring, he opened a shop to play.

　　 sells some paper, inkstone, pen and ink, writes and draws on weekdays, and spends his old age in peace.

"Hello there."

　　 Meng Huai nodded, didn't talk much, came to the front of Shufu store and made a phone call.

　　 "Wow!"

　　 The store door opened and Shu Fu greeted him in.

　　 "Haha, your kid is really up, and you don't make any money." Meng Huai laughed.

　　 "Hehe, so so."

　　 Shu Fu poured a glass of water for Meng Huai. The last time he went to Meng Huai's shop to buy a carving knife, he confiscated the money, and later carved a large portrait, which was regarded as a gift in return.

　　 One to two.

　　 Meng Huai also knew that Shu Fu had opened this store.

　　 this morning.

　　 Meng Huai read the newspaper as usual, only to find that the newspaper was in Shu Fu's shop, and in that way, he laughed as he was having breakfast.

　　 Of course, he didn't come to see the excitement.

　　 "Are things ready?" Meng Huai asked.

"Ok."

　　 As he said, Shu Fu took out a large sculpture from the workbench. This was the result of his whole night last night.

　　 Meng Huai was attracted by just one glance.

　　 "Awesome!"

　　 Meng Huai couldn't help but praise it.

　　 Although the content is about two beautiful women, he doesn't look at people.

　　 The same painting.

　　Different people see different things, and the most is the mapping of their own preferences.

　　 For example, a picture of a beautiful woman, some people look at the face, and some look at the legs.

　　 There are still people watching. . .

The two women in 　　 are so beautiful that they are about to break through the sky.

　　 But Meng Huai sees painters.

　　 Art is a kind of aesthetics, and beauty is naturally one of them. The ultimate beauty is the pursuit of art.

　　The sculpture in front of him, he saw the only engraver in his life, and the ultimate painter.

　　 Two women, one in red and one in blue.

　　 helped each other, both of them suffered serious injuries.

　　 The clothes on some parts of his body were broken, and bleeding wounds were visible.

　　 scorched earth on the ground.

　　 The sky is dim.

Behind 　　 is a terrible beast, pounced.

　　 A woman's eyes glowed with fierce white light, and a dangling sword pierced through the air next to the beast's head, stabling.

　　Under the powerful painting skills and three-dimensional sense, the whole sculpture seems to have special effects and is full of attraction.

　　 There are many details. The more you look at it, the more it looks like a story, not an image.

"it is good."

"it is good."

　　"..."

　　 Meng Huai was amazed.

　　 Of course, this was not carved for him. It was a cultural exhibition held in the City Museum. It would be a pity not to participate in such a high level of craftsmanship by Shu Fu.

　　 Originally, Shu Fu didn't plan to participate, but as soon as he heard that it could be auctioned, he agreed.

　　 just right.

　　 It's time to launder a sum of money for himself. No, he took out his pinnacle of craftsmanship and used a work that he had conceived in a week in his previous life.

　　 Only painted in previous lives, not carved out.

　　. . .

　　 The two women also leaned in, their beautiful eyes gleaming.

"so beautiful."

"gorgeous!"

　　"..."

　　 The first thing that girls pay attention to other girls is their appearance. Under Shu Fu's super-technique, the two women in the portrait have almost reached the aesthetic limit.

　　 Even those stars who can be called costume characters are not as close to them.

　　 "The two of them are so pitiful, they have suffered so many injuries."

　　"..."

　　 "The young lady on the left has a meniscus-shaped scar on the corner of her eye."

　　"..."

　　 "There are tattoos on the collarbone, golden lines, so noble."

　　"..."

　　 Compared to Shu Fu’s previous ‘normal’ works, the impact is too strong.

　　 A portrait, full of poignant stories that people want to explore.

　　 "Xiao Fu, what's the story in this, let's listen to it?" Meng Huai asked curiously.

　　 The eyes of the two women also looked over.

　　 Hear the words.

　　 Shu Fu just smiled and shook his head.

　　 "There is no story, or if everyone sees it, they may have a story they like and shock. Therefore, I will not use the creator's story to restrain it."

　　 momentarily.

　　 The three of them couldn't help being slightly shocked.

　　 Not bad.

　　 This kind of masterpiece, using a story to constrain the viewer's imagination, really shouldn't.

　　 Meng Huai sighed and looked at Shu Fu.

　　 "In the future, in the field of world art, you will definitely have a place."

"I feel so too."

　　"..."

　　 You can’t be humble? After that, Meng Huai laughed. Such a skill is qualified to be proud.

　　. . .

after one day.

　　 early morning.

　　Mingshan City Museum, the banner of the cultural exhibition has been hung up, the music is on, and people come one after another. Generally, very few people attend such exhibitions.

　　 is not well-known at all.

　　 The second master is hard to ask.

　　 However.

　　 The number of people participating does not mean that the participants have no money. After all, arty things have been done since ancient times. Besides, this is also a kind of social interaction.

　　 Enter the hall~www.ltnovel.com~ and come to a booth.

　　 "This is your booth, with safety glass." Meng Huai said to Shu Fu.

　　 The staff took the key to open it, and Shu Fu uncovered the picture sleeve and put it in.

　　 "Ah! This..."

　　 The staff on the side were instantly attracted.

no way.

　　 The impact of this work is too great.

　　The general cultural exhibition, there are just a few things on display.

　　 oil painting.

　　 Ink painting.

　　 copybook.

　　 handicrafts.

　　 Pottery.

　　......

　　 tell the truth.

　　As a museum person, I have long been tired of seeing the exhibits.

　　 can be different, the visual impact can be called burst.

　　 One glance makes people unable to remove their eyes.

　　 "Don't look, it's time to work." The curator came up and patted the man on the shoulder.

"okay."

　　 When the staff left, they couldn't help but take another look.

　　 "You are the master sculptor that Lao Meng said, I have to say, this work is amazing." He was also amazed by the skill when he saw it just now.

　　 "Thanks."

　　 After a few words of greeting, the curator was also very busy and received other people.

　　 As for Shufu.

　　 went straight to the lounge, took a book on the shelf and looked at it quietly. This is an illustrated book of artworks, very thick, covering well-known works from the East and the West.

　　 looked at it for a while.

　　 Shu Fu shook his head slightly. The limit of art lies in imagination, but after all, it is a little fictitious.

　　Cultivation of sentiment is okay, just like fishing.

"Snapped!"

　　 Close the book, put it back in place, slide his finger on the bibliography, and quickly find a familiar book.

　　《Mechanical Principles》