I'm an NPC

I'm an NPC Chapter 41

Chapter 41

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(Double release because I feel bad for getting distracted with other hobbies)

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Early in the morning on the second day, Yan Xuyao ​​did not go to the crew to visit the set because he was going to sign the contract with the other company. Last night, he invited people to dinner to reveal a message. There was someone behind Yan Nuo. Don't mess around with any ideas. Last night's party was very late, but no one had the courage to give Yan Xuyao a drink. Emperor Shixi was given a lot to drink, but with a round of luck, the alcohol was gone, and the fastest drunk in the end wanted to hold Emperor Shixi. . The current entertainment circle is no longer the past entertainment circle. In the past entertainment circle, the people in the circle were the role models of the audience. You must be careful in every move, there must be no trace of scandal. Today's entertainment circle, it is really a group of demons, for there is no lower limit. To achieve the goal, everything can be done.

Emperor Shixi also understood the significance of the party, and did not refuse it. He has money and wealth behind him. He was good-looking and talented. Why couldn't he use it? He had to laugh about not to use the strength of his family. To fight for himself, what a joke, he doesn't aim for the top to find guilt. You need to know that family power is also a kind of capital, one that is innate, no one can envy it. What's more, in the mainland of Samsara, as the emperor, which concubine to marry and which concubine is promoted, is it really because he likes her? Nonsense. It's because of the power behind her, so Emperor Shixi never ignores them.

Because Emperor Shixi still had the last scene, Yan Xuyao ​​was not in a hurry to sign the contract. Today, he waited for Emperor Shixi to go home together. After signing the contract, he just walked out of the other company, and Yan xuyao's personal mobile phone rang. He frowned slightly and connected the phone.

"Hey, Master!" It was little Bald's voice.

"What's the matter?" Yan Xuyao's voice was cold. It wouldn't be a trivial matter to receive a call from a little Bald.

"It's not a big deal. It's the painting you asked me to identify. You asked me to reply as soon as possible. The result just came out." Little Bald held the phone in one hand and the painting he sent in the other. He was a rough man. Look, he has no artistic conception, but he can feel the quality of the painting. When he first saw this painting, he only felt that he was too small, and it was easy for him to have an illusion of standing on top of the mountain.

"Say it!"

"We took the painting and gave it to Master Feng for appreciation.. He told us that the painting must be from everyone's hands, and it must be an old hand who has quit for decades. The mood of the person, the person who draws this picture is unrestrained, talented, wild and unruly. The painting is freehand brushwork. The paintings of each era have the characteristics of each era, Tang Dynasty ink, color, skill, flexible management, careful description, so that the beauty of natural scenery happily jumped on the paper, its pulse is the same, magnificent, elegant charm. In the Yuan Dynasty, freehand brushwork was the trend, which focused on the spirit of ink and created a new style. Ming and Qing Dynasties and modern times, continued to develop, but also a new look. The performance pays attention to the management position and expression of artistic conception, and this painting, Mr. Feng said... " Little Bald thought about how to say it. After all, the person who drew it had been checked by him, and he didn't think it was what Mr. Feng said.

"What else did he say? Say it!" Although Yan Xuyao ​​has been expressionless all the time, at this moment there was a breath of air.

"Master Feng said that he could not appreciate the specific era of this painting, saying that it wasn't a copy. This painting contains many painting methods that have never appeared or have been lost, and he couldn't distinguish them. The person who drew the painting is likely to have created his own painting, which can be called a great master. I hope you can introduce him..." Little Bald quickly said a series of words as if he was reporting to the chief of the army.

"Little Bald," there was no voice for a long time. "You collected his data. Do you think it's your problem or his problem?"

"I'm sorry, young master," Little Bald actually has confidence in himself. It must not be him who has problems, but this person was nothing like the person in the data. Who can replace the second master under his eye? "Please give me another chance, this time I will not let you down this time!"

"Little Bald, is there a possibility that people's character will change greatly? Many things that can't be learned by themselves suddenly..." Yan xuyao seems to be asking him or himself.

"This..." Little Bald thought about it carefully. This was really not in his scope. He scratched his head desperately and couldn't figure it out. He ridiculed casually and thought of the novels he read in his spare time. "There is a possibility. Either transmigrated or reborn..."

"Huh?" Yan Xuyao ​​didn't understand. He never watched those things. Most of the TV shows were financial news and novels. He didn't touch them at all. There were too many documents to approve. How could he have time to watch those?

"Young master, I really don't know if it could be medical. This kind of thing, Mu Jianli should be more clear." Little Bald didn't dare to talk nonsense, and quickly pushed it to Mu Jianli.

"Ah, it's a mistake to ask you." The phone quickly hung up over there, leaving only the little bald person to show his teeth to the phone.

Yan Xuyao ​​thought for a while and then called Mu Jianli on the phone.]

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