After my death, the Nanyang prince committed suicide for love

Wen Jin returned to the bedroom and just as she lay down on the bed, the bedroom door was pushed open.

Wen Mo stood at the door, looking at her speechlessly: "Wen Jin, has Shen Xunzhou sucked your brain dry?"

"You knew Mom was angry but you still approached her. What's wrong with you?"

"A slap in the face will make you feel better?"

"Get out!" Wen Jin's tone was cold and hard without any emotion.

Wen Mo snorted and threw the ointment in her hand onto her bed: "I don't want to bother with you."

Love brain!

The dogs won't eat it.

What’s the point of having strong bones?

............

"Get up, don't sleep anymore."

"Where are you going?" Wen Jin came to school early in the morning and pulled Lin Xiao out of the school gate.

"To get money."

"Where can I get the money?" Lin Xiao looked confused.

“Have you heard of Shanshui Studio?”

Shanshui Studio? Of course I have heard of it. The paintings produced by their studio are sought after by the wealthy. They are extremely popular in auctions.

"Do you know anyone at Shanshui Studio?"

"No, but I have a painting they might like."

"You drew it?" Lin Xiao was surprised.

"Yes," Wen Jin nodded, "but it's not convenient for me to show up."

"I understand. I'll come forward," Lin Xiao nodded.

Wen Jin gave the painting to Lin Xiao and watched her get into the car and leave.

The car drove all the way to the outskirts of the city.

Entered an industrial park.

The buildings in the park are widely spaced and have a lot of green areas. Just when she thought it was just an ordinary industrial park, the car turned a corner and what she saw was an artistic building transformed from a factory. It was a pure white building with large floor-to-ceiling windows and smooth lines. Every detail seemed to be designed by an artist.

Very good looking.

"Hello," Lin Xiao saw someone standing at the door from afar and walked over to greet him.

"Hello, I'm Zhao Fan."

"Hello, Lin Xiao."

"I called you earlier."

Zhao Fan nodded: "Remember, the teacher is waiting for you upstairs.

Zhao Fan took Lin Xiao into the studio on the second floor: "The teacher is inside, just go in with your painting."

"Thank you."

Lin Xiao took the painting, pushed the door open and went in. He saw an old man with a white beard standing behind a desk and drawing with a pen. He guessed that this man was the teacher Zhao Fan mentioned.

"Zhao Fan said you have a painting for me to see."

"Yes," Lin Xiao walked over with the painting and spread it on the table: "This painting was painted by my friend. She knows that everyone in your studio likes landscape paintings, so she asked me to bring the painting over to you to see. Maybe we can make friends."

As Lin Xiao spoke, the scroll unfolded.

The old man's eyes changed subtly as the painting unfolded, and the joy in his eyes was hard to conceal.

"How old is your friend?"

"twenty."

"It's rare!" The old man nodded.

"You are not very old, but your writing style and mind are very mature. Is your family financially poor?"

Lin Xiao choked when asked, is it so straightforward?

"My family conditions are average, but my personal experience is not very good."

"Why is there only half of it?" The old man, wearing glasses, looked from the top of the scroll to the side inch by inch, and saw a blank at the end.

"Half of the scroll is just a stepping stone. I am not satisfied with you, old sir. My friend is very talented, but he has the arrogance of a scholar who refuses to bow down. If it weren't for this sudden change, I wouldn't be able to take out this half of the scroll. If you think it's good, old sir, we'll set a price."

The old man raised his eyes and looked at Lin Xiao, as if he wanted to get to the bottom of something.

Until there was no trace of emotion on Lin Xiao's face, he nodded and said, "Name a price."

"one million."

"One million is a bargain for the paintings sold by my landscape studio."

Lin Xiao:.............

"Go back and ask your friend if she is willing to cooperate. Let her name be hers and sell the paintings in our studio. I will take 20% commission for each painting. If she is willing, you can come to me with the painting in three days. I will pay a deposit of one million to help her out of her urgent need. The rest will be settled based on how much the painting sells for."

It's rare to see such a good seedling. It's rare to see young people with such talent in the artistic conception of landscape painting.

It's just a deal for a painting, nothing much to do.

Talented people should stay with you.

"What's your friend's name?" the old man asked.

Lin Xiao: "Long Li."

As soon as Lin Xiao left, the old man called Zhao Fan up and said, "Go check if there is a person named Chang Li in our industry."

"You like it?"

"A talent for machinery," the old man nodded.

...............

Back in the dormitory, Lin Xiao told Wen Jin exactly what the master had said.

"How do you know he will like your painting?"

how do you know?

Thanks to Shen Xunzhou, she had the good fortune to see the paintings of the master of the landscape studio in her previous life. She also saw the changes in his brushstrokes and knew what type of paintings the master would like three years later.

So today, she painted a landscape painting following the handwriting of three years later.

The master must be struggling now, and her painting brought him light to the bottleneck period of his creation.

Wen Jin stood up with the painting and left eight words: "Sister's strength should not be underestimated."

I left the dormitory and went to the school studio, where I found an empty space to finish the remaining half of the painting.

When I came out, it was already around eleven o'clock.

She wanted to go back to the dormitory, but then she thought that the dormitory closed at 11 o'clock, and it was too late for her to go back now. She might even have to argue with the dormitory manager.

Forget it.

Let’s go back to the Wen family!

As she got into a taxi and was about to ask someone to take her home, the phone rang.

Lin Xiao was so drunk that he was leaning on the sofa in the booth and couldn't even stand up: "Jinjin, I'm drunk, come and pick me up."

"Where are you?"

“Riverside bar.”

Wen Jin hung up the phone and asked the driver to go to the riverside bar. The driver looked at her and said, "Girl, it's a bit expensive to take a taxi here!"

"How much?" Wen Jin said as he opened his phone and checked his WeChat balance: "Is three hundred enough?"

"That's about right!" the driver nodded.

Without waiting for Wen Jin to speak, he stepped on the accelerator and sped away.

When they arrived at the place, Wen Jin looked at the meter and it was exactly three hundred.

I don’t know whether I should say “awesome” or not. After paying the money, she was left with only 62 cents left in her WeChat account.

"What did you do? Drinking so much."

"A bunch of bastards forced me to drink, sob," Lin Xiao saw Wen Jin coming and grabbed her neck and started to act coquettishly.

Wen Jin had no choice but to pick up her bag and help her up: "Go back."

"Ma'am, please pay the bill," Wen Jin was just about to help the person walk away when the waiter came over with the bill.