A surprise surprise for a multi-golden man

At noon on Wednesday, Boss Bi walked out of the apartment with a yawn and got into his beloved car. Last night he fulfilled his obligation as a real boyfriend and handed over the rations to Nan Nan. The time with Aiju was even happier.

As he likes rap music, he listened to the song and drove to the high-end western restaurant that was being renovated. The decoration company was going to lay wooden floors and install lighting today. Someone also started painting murals in the store today.

The western restaurant is located in the area where office buildings gather in Zhongguancun. The area of ​​the store is not small, and the total area of ​​the store is nearly [-] square meters. Although one floor is half underground, as long as the publicity is good for this location, the business should not be bad. For this reason, he I also specially hired a master to do the layout design of Fengshui, hoping that it can be useful. Most rich people believe in "Fengshui" these days.

When he entered the door, he saw a modern and simple entrance. Zhao Gongming, the god of wealth and wealth, was enshrined on the entrance. There were colorful lotus lamps, incense burners and fruits on the shrine, and someone was responsible for offering incense every day.

Today, in order to reflect his responsibility as a boss, he washed his hands and lit incense, bowed, and inserted the sandalwood into the incense burner.

"Boss Bi, you are here. The air purifier was just delivered today, and the floor is almost ready." The designer Xiao Zhou saw that he had finished burning incense, so he came over and reported.

He turned his face and asked, "Where's the painter?"

"I'm drawing, and the drawing is pretty good." Xiao Zhou praised, he had to admire the level of the long-haired man, he was also a design student, but he didn't hone his skills, it was because he didn't work hard enough. Art must be focused, and too many selfish distractions are not acceptable. People like them who look at money all day long will not have any profound attainments.

"You keep an eye on the progress and quality. Except for the problem, I will deduct the final payment. I will go and have a look." So far, he is quite satisfied with the decoration effect, and it will be OK to add some decorations. The mural is the restaurant "Private custom" decorations, only this one has no other branch.

Xiao Zhou nodded in cold sweat: "Okay, I'll go over there to do some work." He was afraid that the boss would kill him if the client didn't pay the final payment. I'm afraid I won't be able to pass the last hurdle, so I should hurry up and coordinate with the workers, and check it out with the project supervisor.

Bi Xiaocong stepped onto the small stage, and the walls that needed graffiti on all sides were just behind the stage. Even the guests on the second floor could see the live performances on the first floor through the large staircase entrance. In the evening, there would be performances in the restaurant, jazz, blues, and weekends. There are small stage plays, and their target group is the elite, petty bourgeoisie.

When he came to the cartoonist who was doodling with acrylic, he said in a low voice, "You draw so fast, you have already typed out every draft."

The man holding the palette turned his head and smiled: "Fortunately, the coloring will be slower. I plan to eat, sleep and sleep in the shop these days, don't you mind?"

"I have no problem, as long as you can bear it." His attention was focused on the murals. The four pictures actually showed some scenes of life in the city, busy intersections, people rushing to and from work, and people in the park. Men and women taking a nap and falling in love, as well as the old lady who likes to play yangko, and the old man who likes to play chess, it looks like a picture of all living beings in Beijing, which will definitely resonate with people, so when he saw the sample picture, he immediately made a decision up.

"There is a staff dormitory on the second floor, and there is a shower room. It's no problem living here. If I'm the only one who draws, I'll have to work overtime. I brought all my luggage." He pointed to the travel bag in the corner. In addition to daily necessities and clothes, there are also tools and paper for drawing manga.

"Thanks for your hard work. I will introduce your work on the restaurant's website. It's helping you to promote it." After he finished speaking, he turned his gaze to the painter, only to find that the man was shirtless, with pigtails and jeans. It's not a compromise, but barefoot, er, barefoot, which is quite in line with this person's informal and sturdy style.The sweaty man's body looked very wild and sexy under the strong lights, which made his heart beat faster. This is what Zhou Chang said about the high estrogen, and seeing a strong man will make you spring!

"Thank you, you look very handsome today!" Ai Ju looked at the "beautiful woman" in front of him. Wearing white clothes, Bi Xiaocong looked like a water lily. His face was fair and soft, and water could be squeezed out when he touched it. He had experienced it personally. Kissed, touched.

The proud peacock was naturally very happy when he heard other people's compliments: "I usually don't wear white very much, and I especially don't like people saying that I'm a small boy." But he knows that light colors are the most suitable for him.

"There's nothing wrong with being a creamy boy. A rough man like me won't take a second look. Your type is more popular." His unkempt appearance is what keeps women away, but his mind is completely out of it. At this point, all I want to do is paint.

"You're quite MAN, but you don't like to dress up." What he admires most is Ai Ju's muscular physique. This guy must have a unique style in European-style suits, while his thin body can only wear Japanese-style suits .

"It's too time-consuming to dress up, and I don't rely on my face for food." He grinned, and happened to meet Xiao Cong's gaze. When the four eyes met, it was like a collision of lightning and flint. The scene of that night.

Bi Xiaocong took half a step back subconsciously, pretending to be calm and said: "People still have to pay attention to their appearance, this is the minimum courtesy."

Sensing the other party's emotions, the cartoonist asked softly, "Mr. Bi, what do you usually like to do?" The so-called high-end life is playing golf and driving a luxury car, because business activities fly around the world, right?

"Traveling by car, listening to music, collecting CDs, watching movies, eating food, I have a lot of hobbies." He was perfunctory, trying to turn his eyes from the man's chest muscles to the mural.

He paused: "I'm not referring to this kind of hobby, it's a special one, devoted to it, just like my painting."

Bi Xiaocong rolled his eyes at him, folded his arms and said, "Do you think I have no other hobbies besides making money...You art lovers have to limit your contempt for others!" After all, he is a returnee who has seen the big world, how could he not have the expertise to be on stage?

Ai Ju turned pale, and hastily put down the palette to explain: "I didn't mean that, I meant...!" Before he finished speaking, he saw Boss Bi pick up one of his pens and dip some black paint A line of words was written on the white paper laid on the ground:

Birds fly away in thousands of mountains, and people in thousands of paths disappear.Boat PC World Weng, fishing alone trees and snow.

"What a chic running script!" Although he is a cartoonist, he has some understanding of traditional Chinese art, which is the soul of the nation. Even with the development of the times, Chinese people must not forget to continue learning the essence left by their ancestors. It's a pity that his handwriting is difficult to be elegant.

"You know what you're good at, but you can't do art if no one appreciates it. No matter how high your artistic level is, no one knows you. If you appreciate you, you are a rotten cauliflower. That's why every artist needs a patron." He put down his pen, leisurely Sigh, under the special social structure of my dynasty, it is even more difficult for an artist to stand out with his true skills. It is definitely not enough to have a bulging banknote in your pocket.

"You can definitely be called a calligrapher, why do you have to be a businessman?" Someone asked a silly question.

"To tell you the truth, when I was young, I not only learned calligraphy, but also Chinese painting. I was good at flowers, birds and landscapes, but I gave up after entering society. Our family is in business and only I have one son. If I don't inherit who will inherit it, run to Painting and writing calligraphy will exhaust my parents to death." Speaking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little sad, but life is a matter of gain and loss, where is it suitable?

Ai Ju couldn't help but feel sorry for him. There is no such word as "abandoning ideals" in his dictionary. Although he is poor and has no backers or patrons, he has persisted until now with a single persistence. He feels that there are no ideal people. They are all walking dead, but there are too many "zombies" in this world, so these guys who insist on their own opinions have become an alternative "plant".