At night, Wan Changsheng lived in the same room with his senior brother.

With his current mentality of caring for not being jealous, he was naturally enthusiastic and attentive, and kept lowering his position: "It was originally a Chinese painting, but because the Bodhisattvas had been in the countryside temple for many years, I really wanted to learn sculptures. I would like to ask my senior brother to take care of him in the future."

Xu Luo is very tough, very outlined and tough. Except for the shortest one is only about 1.7 meters, he is very masculine. It seems that the profession of stone-killing is really masculine: "I haven't seen two majors in many years. Old Guo is good. If he can like you, you must be of level."

Wan Changsheng was still modest: "It may not be because I happened to meet him and was going to do business as a temple Bodhisattva?"

Xu Bai introduced the market: "Actually, we didn't do this before, but now the temples are rich and are willing to pay for big business. What's more, the main force used to do urban sculptures, museum sculptures, and various corporate sculptures. The golden period of business everywhere has passed. The overall economy has contracted, and our sculpture industry has been greatly affected, at least the quotation has also been affected."

Wan Changsheng is like a new employee who joins the company, active and energetic: "Okay! I will definitely cooperate with Professor Guo and my senior brother when I meet my boss tomorrow."

The senior brother nodded and smiled and took a video of the room, which reminded Wan Changsheng that someone asked him to cooperate with this kind of job check.

He wanted to take out his cell phone and take a picture of Huanhuan, but after thinking about it, Jia Huanhuan may never ask Brother Changsheng to take this to prove what he did, because Wan Changsheng was right no matter what he did!

So I wrote down the bizarre business trip today in words on my mobile phone, but didn't send it because I was afraid of disturbing Huanhuan's sleep.

I woke up early the next morning and sent it over. Huanhuan immediately replied: "(Hold it, hug it tightly) Thank you for your hard work! I will work hard too! I love you!"

It feels like two or three years apart, just like a generation away. Wan Changsheng looks at this childish style with a doting smile.

Xu Bo, who was sitting opposite to have breakfast, saw it and felt a weird smile: "Girlfriend?"

Wan Changsheng, who showed a shameless smile, was satisfied.

Guo Huaisheng hurried down, drank something and called to set off: "Are you all the abbots so early?"

Wan Changsheng is familiar with: "If the incense is not bad, most temples have morning classes..."

Xu Luo drove out of the satellite city next to Rongdu, and arrived at the gate of a famous ancient temple in just ten minutes.

Wan Changsheng feels like he is spying on information from a competitor company.

This feeling as he walked into the temple, and under the guidance of the monk Zhike, he always involuntarily compared it with the Guanyin Temple.

Well, the temple is relatively new, even the stone path is brand new, and the chisels are cut by a knife and axe. The surrounding trees are not as dense as ten or a hundred years.

The sales performance is best seen by the large incense burner outside the Main Hall.

It's also relatively new, but the walls of the furnace burned inside are very thick.

This shows that the business is still very good, and the monks who work in the temple are far inferior to the Hu family in the Guanyin Temple.

In short, after walking like this, I just look at the endless stream of pilgrims in the morning.

Wan Changsheng can also estimate the income here.

Guo Huaisheng was wearing a suit and a donkey-branded handbag under his armpit. He looked like a fat head and big ears, but he looked like an artist, let alone a professor.

The expressions of treating clients are much more respectful than those of the poor dean.

At the Academy of Fine Arts, artists who may be famous in the national sculpture industry can only bow to the evil party, and chew on a few Buddhist scriptures to greet the temple.

Who knew that the middle-aged monk with a glossy face looked more like a ceo: "According to market rules, our project as big as us will definitely follow the bidding process. You are recommended by the association. We do want to make some special features in the Buddha statue. If you have any better suggestions, you can express it now."

As long as you have done advertising business, you are most annoying to this situation. You were originally going to negotiate a contract, but who knows you still have to compare the draft.

What’s even more annoying about making a manuscript is that you have to reveal your design intention first.

Sometimes this is free shameless plagiarism.

But we have to respond. Guo Huaisheng is not as straight as a cannon at all: "We are a professional company directly under the Academy of Fine Arts. We have very strong construction design capabilities and have a very deep research on Buddha statues. However, for specific suggestions, we have to follow the actual situation on the site, because Secretary-General of the Board said it is a combination of more than 100 Buddha statues. Generally speaking, this is based on one hundred Arhats or some combination form. We must be targeted."

ceo circles: "We are now contacting powerful sculpture experts and companies across the country. Being strong means being creative, and this depends on what you can propose..."

Xu Luo sat on the chair of the Grand Master in the presidency, and might feel it hurts a little, and twists around, and mainly wants to say something, but can't find a place to stay.

Because Guo Huaisheng couldn't help but feel arrogant. He thought he would be able to get a business with his relationship, but he encountered such a soft and hard reception, and basically wanted to leave.

It’s not that he can generate income for the college that he is too lazy to deal with monks who don’t look like monks.

Wan Changsheng was so familiar. Seeing Guo Huaisheng taking a deep breath, he suddenly spoke unexpectedly: "Be a golden Buddha, the kind of twenty or thirty floors, other Buddha statues are arranged around the lotus seats, and there are only ninety-nine Buddhas that can be blessed by the monks day and night. Every day, there are pilgrims worshiping and praying for the demons and demons. Each arhat can be claimed by the lay Buddhists. Of course, this price is not expensive. And just came here, the cave heaven and the dragon ridge is high, which is the direction of the Buddha statues. It is reflected in people coming and going, and the Buddha is as silent as that."

Guo Huaisheng's eyes lit up, and when he saw that the host's eyes were brighter, he immediately turned confident and nodded with a smile: "Yes, this is our expert in the shape of Buddha statues. Changsheng, please describe the general shape for this host."

Last night in the bar, Wan Changsheng's skillful decoration of the Buddha statue by hand painting must have left a deep impression on the head of the sculpture department.

Now there is no doubt that he can control the situation.

Xu Luo quickly opened the large sketchbook on his side.

Wan Changsheng only took out his small book the size of a palm and moved it to the host to hand-paint: "I recommend the shape of the Buddha sitting on a lotus. This overall shape must be strictly followed by the thirty-two aspects of the Buddha. His fingers are slender, his hands and feet are soft, his eyes are clear and bright, his shoulders are round and plump, his body is upright and straight, and his hips are like the deer king... I don't know what the hips are? The thigh flesh is, as if the thigh flesh of the deer king is as slender as the thigh flesh is, the best..."

The host and Guo Huaisheng saw almost at the same time that Wan Changsheng's pen tip was rapidly outlining the white paper, just like a roller mimeographer. He scratched and pushed it over and printed it out!

It was really like the size of a palm-sized Buddha statue, which was originally painted on paper, but now it was sprinkled with magical medicine powder, which appeared!

The treasure is solemn, with flat shoulders cross-legged, one hand is erected with five fingers, the other hand is spread flat to the side, with kind eyebrows, eyes and ears are hanging on the shoulders, and the one is looking at the crowd.

Xu Luo and the two mages who were listening to each other stretched their necks to see, and the graduate students of the sculpture department also felt ashamed of the direct outline skill of Wan Changsheng.

Because, including many professors from the Academy of Fine Arts, everyone is the kind of person who is accustomed to the precise outlines that are won in such a way, and they are of no practical use when doing artistic creation.

It also shows that it looks particularly confident.

But isn’t Wan Changsheng just to fool people in front of Guanyin Temple? Since childhood, he has been focusing on painting and carving seals to calm everyone down. Even if he paints murals in the hall, he will be admired by the pilgrims.

To be precise, his paintings and carvings are used to show off.

The host couldn't help but respect the Buddha in the small sketchbook: "Amitabha, the donor's skill is really profound!"

Guo Huaisheng leaned on the back of the chair with satisfaction, reached out to hold the tea that he felt hot and irritable just now, and now he felt very comfortable.

His eyes remained on Wan Changsheng's hands and could no longer be satisfied.

But this is not just an appetizer.

Just to calm people.
Chapter completed!