Ring Game [Unlimited]

As soon as I entered the door, I smelled a strong smell of turpentine.

This smell is exactly the taste of oil paint. Fu Xing knows that during the industrial revolution, many oil painters used turpentine to dilute the paint. Long-term use of turpentine will bring certain negative effects on the body, but the production cost of turpentine is lower than that of lavender. The oil is much lower, and artists use it as an inexpensive alternative to lavender oil.

About these, Fu Xing is still very clear.

The room was in a mess, which was not what Wang Jingjing thought.

Xu Duoxi just knocked over the paint shelf, and was splashed with paint, but he was not injured.

It was the red paint sticking to his body that was shocking, like a walking blood man.

He Xiao wiped the paint on Xu Duoxi's body with his coat in panic.

"Go back and take a shower, it won't be easy to wash after a while." After saying that, Fu Xing began to look around.

Ordinarily, the shelf leaned against the wall well, if it wasn't intentional.How could it have collapsed for no reason?

There are only He Xiao and Xu Duoxi in this room. This is the fifth time Xu Duoxi has played the dungeon, so it is impossible for him to be so careless.

Wang Jingjing checked the surroundings and found that there was no other abnormality, so she was relieved.

Fu Xing can still pay attention to the painting in the room.

This painting is very famous, it is Mondrian's "Composition of Red, Yellow and Blue", but Xu Duoxi accidentally threw two drops of red paint on it.

Ever since the incident last night, Fu Xing has realized that every painting in this room and the layout in the room are of the same period style. Since he is a paranoid artist, it is very likely that he will pursue the integrity of the picture infinitely. , Substitute yourself into the painter's scene, think and think, and get infinitely close to the master from the soul.

Visiting every open room on the second floor today confirmed Fu Xing's conjecture, but there is one difference. The paintings that can be seen on the second floor are all finished works, and the painting in his room is exactly what he has seen so far. The only unfinished painting.

As for the authenticity of those famous paintings, even Fu Xing can't tell. In reality, these paintings are collected in famous museums or art galleries around the world, but this is the game world, nothing is impossible.

If this painting is an authentic work by Mondrian, then Xu Duoxi will be in big trouble.

In the afternoon, as expected by Fu Xing, a middle-aged man in brown Chinese clothes came, and he greeted the players very gentlemanly.

Qi Ze didn't seem surprised, as if everything was under his control. Did he have any clues like Wang Jingjing?

He is the person who is under seven times, so naturally he has his own means. Anyway, Fu Xing doesn't have a big goal, as long as he can get out safely, it would be better to try to get a few more thighs, maybe he can use it in the future.

Qi Ze chatted with that polite gentleman for a while, only to find out that the gentleman came to buy paintings.

Sure enough, Fu Xing guessed right again.

"Boss, are we not going to act? Qi Ze's status is not simple, and it must be the key NPC who will take the initiative to speak up in his turn." Wang Jingjing was a little impatient, she didn't want to give someone else the opportunity to make a copy first.

"Well, I think another task of this dungeon may be to sell paintings. After all, artists have to eat. You see, from the decoration of this castle, every part reveals luxury. Behind the luxury must be There is a certain economic foundation to support it, and if the rooms on the second floor are all authentic famous paintings, then it all makes sense." Although Fu Xing has no experience in copying, this is his professional field, as long as he analyzes it rationally enough, he can It's not like you can't go any further.

Wang Jingjing nodded in admiration, and asked subconsciously, "Boss, are you doing art outside of the game? I always feel that you know this dungeon very well."

After asking Wang Jingjing, he felt that he was an idiot. Players are very taboo to be asked about the real world in the game. In addition, Mr. Fu might have swiped this copy?

Fu Xing was taken aback for a moment, and wanted to answer.

The piercing electronic sound of "Ruffian Boss" came to his ears, and he frowned displeased.

Wang Jingjing saw all these subtle changes in expression. It seemed that he really made the boss unhappy by saying the wrong thing, so he had better keep quiet and just stay behind the boss.

But I have to keep a hand, after all, the game prompt said, don't trust any player.

"Friendly reminder, don't reveal your real identity in the game." The ruffian boss repeated over and over again.

Fu Xing asked: "What will happen?"

"According to incomplete statistics, the vendetta killing rate in the game is as high as 30.00%."

"Damn, I almost said it out of my mouth. Fortunately, you reminded me in time this time. I praise you, remember to be timely next time. If there is something wrong with the young master, don't even think about it. Take care of me. You soak in it." In turpentine, or concentrated sulfuric acid, it doesn’t matter what material you use, it will be corroded by you sooner or later.”

Boss ruffian: ...you are really ruthless.

"Received." Although it was an electronic voice, Fu Xing could hear a feeling of reluctance.

Although the chain fell off last time, it was fine this time.

Of course, one size counts for one size. After all, Fu Xing is a first-class grudger.

Seeing this, the other players followed suit, and they all began to recommend paintings to this gentleman.

Fu Xing didn't follow, he naturally had other plans in mind, but Wang Jingjing couldn't sit still.

"If you want to go, go with it. If you're lucky, you might succeed." Fu Xing leaned lazily on the sofa, and Ms. Bai made him a cup of black tea.

"Mr. Fu, you don't seem to be in a good state of mind. I would like to ask, did you not sleep well last night?" As long as he didn't look at the pale face of the housekeeper, Fu Xing felt that she was not that scary.

The NPC in this dungeon was repeatedly emphasized by everyone to be very important, so Fu Xing still tried his best to restrain his mantra of "young master".

"I had a nightmare all night, but what happened last night, thank you."

Ms. Bai held that weird smile: "I don't quite understand what Mr. Fu is talking about, but this is Ceylon black tea that Mr. Fu can refresh himself."

Fu Xing took a sip, wondering if it was because the tea was too strong or what, Fu Xing put it on the table before finishing drinking and went back to the third floor.

When he got to the room, he used the light to see clearly the painting from last night, but the painting has changed unexpectedly.It was as if someone had entered his room to paint while he was away. The smell of turpentine filled the room, and the paint was not dry yet, but Fu Xing already knew whose painting it was.

But before he had time to think about it, he picked up the exaggerated and luxurious Baroque men's clothing in the closet. Fu Xing was tall, and although he looked thinner, he didn't have any of the things he should have. The ruffian boss couldn't help asking: " Fu Bao, why are you changing your clothes?"

"Master, why do you want to report to you?" Fu Xing rolled his eyes, and continued to arrange the exaggerated collar flower on his chest. The coat is off-white, woven with various patterns of gold and silver threads, and the lamp floor pants are matched with it. Tight stockings, that is, the layers of lace on the wide sleeves gave him some headaches, and they looked messy no matter how they were arranged.

"Hey, I just want to remind you how to tidy up your clothes. The tutorial is ready."

Fu Xing rolled his eyes again, "Then why didn't you say it earlier?"

After looking at the tutorial, he finally understood.

Finally, I put on an exaggerated hat and went downstairs.

Fu Xing's facial features are inherently deep, his hair color is light, and because of his medium-length hair, he looks like a foreigner. With this exaggerated and luxurious baroque men's clothing, it's like walking out of an oil painting Men who come out are average.

The guest who came in the afternoon could tell from his clothes that he was also from the Baroque period, so the rich merchants in this period really had a strong pursuit of oil paintings.

He remembered the man's first greeting, in Italian.

During this period, the Cava Bridge in Italy, Rembrandt in the Netherlands, and Rubens in Flanders were the most famous.

Since it is selling paintings, it starts with getting to know the customers, and then completes in one step.

Fu Xing maintained his elegance as soon as he reached the second floor, he had a face-to-face meeting with the man, and the exaggerated clothes of the two were not inferior to each other in the slightest.

After a few brief introductions, Fu Xing learned that the other party was indeed a wealthy businessman from Italy, so it would be easy to handle.

The players were all shocked, this man didn't like this one.

No matter what they say, this man doesn't even look at it, even shaking his head in Van Gogh's "Water Lilies".

It might be because of Fu Xing's outfit that made the NPC excited instantly, and he took the initiative to chat with Fu Xing, "It's the first time I've seen a Chinese with black eyes who can come to Mr. Jess's place to buy paintings."

Fu Xing smiled friendly: "I was brought to Italy to live after I was born in China, but Mr. Bill should be a regular customer here, right?"

Let’s set up a fellow villager first, regardless of your domestic and foreign travels, I don’t believe that you can’t add some relatives and friends buffs.

Bill nodded.

Qi Zefeng stared straight at him, how outrageous is this girl?Can you catch up with me by changing clothes?Didn't the clue note say to sell paintings?Fu Xing started to play with NPC?

"I don't know if you have any favorite paintings, sir?"

"Not yet. These gentlemen don't seem to know how to appreciate art, and they don't even match the names of the painters."

Fu Xing glanced at Qi Ze and thought it was funny, he probably was talking about him.

"Can Mr. Bill accompany me to choose a painting?"

"Of course, it is my honor to be able to help sir."

Crowd: ? ? ?

Pretending to be in the same industry is also a way of sales promotion. To put it bluntly, it is "trusting".

Wang Jingjing hurriedly approached Fu Xing and whispered, "Mr. Wei doesn't like Rubens' works."

But Fu Xing still went into the room where Rubens' "Going to the Cross" was placed.

Qi Ze and Liu Xiaoqing followed in with disdain, while Yueyue accompanied Liu Lulu to the bathroom first.

But everyone didn't notice He Xiao's figure, their attention was all on Fu Xing and Bill, Wang Jingjing was curious about how the big guy passed the dungeon.

As soon as he entered the room, Bill was a little displeased.

Fu Xing first praised Rubens. Seeing that Bill's expression became more and more dignified, he changed the topic, "Although Rubens is called the king of all painters and the painter of all kings. Even the royal family, nobles, and businessmen They are scrambling to find him to order paintings, but I think Bran Lang is more representative of this era."

He quietly looked at Bill's eyes, and saw that the corner of his mouth was raised, and he guessed right.

So Fu Xing turned around and went to the room next door to Rembrandt's works. He put on a posture of selling insurance, talked about the life of Rembrandt and his thoughts on painting, and even demonstrated it himself, expressing the artist's heart vividly. Incisively and vividly!

Wang Jingjing felt as if he had watched a drama, but in the end he saw Fu reluctantly giving up his love, and sold "Night Watch" for 200 million US dollars. The NPC might be moved by Fu Xing and felt that he had met again. A like-minded friend gave Fu Xing the ruby ​​ring on his hand before leaving, saying it was a gift.

This made Fu Xing a little embarrassed. He wanted to refuse, but fortunately, the ruffian boss reminded again, "This is a prop! This is a prop! If you give it to you, just keep it! Idiots don't want it!"

Fu Xing: "?"

"Oh, I'm sorry."

Qi Zefeng looked at the back of the guest leaving and was so angry that he almost scolded his mother. He exchanged props for this clue!just this?

Not to mention being snatched by that shameless person Fu Xing, he also took a prop.

[Notice: Player Fu Xing completes the additional task ① to help the artist sell paintings.

The money earned from selling paintings will go to the bound account after the copies are issued. 】

Depend on?It turns out that playing games can make money? !

Damn, young master, I have money now, wait until I release the dungeon, see if I don't throw the money on your grave!

Yu Chi, right?If you die, you die. How dare you ask someone to ask you to draw a portrait of you?

Okay, I'll draw a ten-meter by ten-meter one and hang it at your door!

Find a band, no, finding a band will be cheaper for you, you should find a group of aunts to go to your grave to beat gongs and drums to drive away evil spirits!Then buy ten hanging guns to add to the fun!

No kidding!I, Fu Xing, do what I say!

Scum me? !Young master, I really can't bear my temper. Do you really think I'm still the old Fu Xing who only runs after you? !

[The author has something to say: There are a large number of oil painting artists and works in this chapter. The evaluation of the works is not my opinion, and the plot needs it!

As a junior studying art, respect every senior!

Regardless of period, regardless of style, regardless of fame.

Every artist deserves our respect and study.

I hope you don't think I'm long-winded!The oil paintings and masters are not just for science popularization, they are actually very important clues! 】