Chapter 90 Only after death is the painting sold more expensive

Chapter 90 Only after death is the painting sold more expensive

After sending this painting, Xiao Jun continued to develop his game engine frantically in the next few days.

Since he has the painting ability of a master artist, he found that it is also very useful for his own game engine development.

After all, the game engine also involves art, art design and so on.

Such as rendering engine, computer animation and so on.

Take the rendering engine as an example, it can also be called a graphics engine. It's just for graphics. For example, all the character animation props in the game need it.

Now that Xiao Jun has the foundation in art, he also has his own unique insights when developing it.

"Believe in the game engine I developed, when the time comes to use it to create the game graphics will definitely be the best in the world!" Xiao Jun thought excitedly.

I have to say that this art master skill card is also very useful for him to develop the game engine!

"Ugh, so tired!" Xiao Jun stretched his waist in front of the computer desk, and moved his stiff neck, making bones crack. After typing the code all morning, he was a little tired all over.

"It seems that the life of a programmer is really difficult." He stared at the computer all day, typing codes frantically, and his eyes were dazzled.

After lunch, Xiao Jun planned to draw a sketch to cultivate his mood.

Since he used the art master skill card, he likes to draw when he is free. I don't know if it was influenced by the knowledge of the art master. But he found that painting is a more pleasing thing. Because painting can make a person feel peaceful and comfortable.

So these days when he is free, he likes to draw a few pictures.

Sketch, sketch, ink painting...

"Hey, the drawing paper is gone. It seems that I have to buy some." Xiao Jun found that the drawing paper for sketching and the drawing paper for oil painting were all used up.

"Well, this easel is not easy to use, I have to buy a good one, and these brushes are also of poor quality. I have to buy better ones! Forget it, let's go out and buy." Xiao Jun, as a person with the ability of a master artist . Suddenly, I found that the quality of the tools I bought before was too low. Not worthy of his ability! Feeling a bit disgusted~

Take the money and go out.

It cost him more than 1,000 yuan to find a shop that specializes in painting utensils.

Carrying this pile of things, he walked out of the store. Walk through Wucheng Square.

"Hey, the scenery here is nice. It's a good place for sketching!" Xiao Jun suddenly found that the scenery around this square is good. Coupled with the fact that today is cloudy and not hot, it is indeed suitable for sketching!

"Drawing at home is also painting, sketching here is also painting, how about painting a landscape here." Xiao Jun found a place to sit down, planning to paint a landscape here.

He still hasn't tried sketching!

Brush, brush, and start painting.

Open the easel and put the drawing paper on it. Take out the brush and let out the paint.

Start painting!

Framing, composing, and starting to apply paint——flowing freely.

With master-level painting ability, he doesn't need to think much at all, and the speed of painting is very fast. Because he knows what color should be used where, where should be light and dark, where should the background be blurred, and where should set off each other...

When he was halfway through the painting, suddenly his phone rang.

It's a strange call.

"Hello, who are you?" Xiao Jun still answered.

"Hello, is this Xiao Jun? I am a staff member of the Jiangbei Provincial Summer Art Exhibition. We received the oil painting grandma you sent a few days ago. The painting is very delicate and artistic." A Chinese message came from the phone female voice.

"Oh~ hello. Has my work passed?" Xiao Jun didn't expect that it was the call from the organizer of the art exhibition, and he was a little excited. My work is so good, I must pass it tenderly, right?

"I'm sorry, I didn't pass. But your paintings are really good. You sound very young. Are you a college student in an art university?"

"Karma? Didn't pass?" Xiao Jun suddenly collapsed. Suddenly there was a feeling of being slapped in the face by myself.

"No, an amateur painter." Xiao Jun lost interest. He couldn't figure out why Mao didn't pass?

"Oh~ no wonder I haven't heard of your name. You have good skills, but you are not famous. Our art exhibition will not accept your paintings as works for the exhibition. Our art exhibition is a large-scale provincial art exhibition and can be selected At least it is the work of a well-known domestic painter. I suggest that you can submit your work to those small art exhibitions in the future. Well, it is best to be a free small art exhibition..."

"Okay, we have already sent your work back. Uh, by the way, remember to pay the postage when the time comes~"

Crack, hang up the phone.

"Fuck!" Xiao Jun was angry. Do you, the organizer, know how to appreciate master-level works? Do you understand art? If you are not famous, you will not be selected, NMB!

The most irritating thing is that I have to pay for the postage when I send that piece of work back, and it doesn't include postage, it's really picky! In fact, Xiao Jun didn't know, if it wasn't for him to paint, people probably wouldn't even give him phone calls and advice.

Almost instantly, Xiao Jun's previous dream of making a lot of money by painting was shattered. Sure enough, the ideal is very full, but the reality is very skinny.

"Fuck, keep drawing, calm down your anger!"

Swipe...mmp!

Xiao Jun's sketching here attracted the attention of many old men and women.

"Hey, isn't the young man good at painting? I can compete with the printed landscape painting that I bought for 50 yuan and hung on the wall of my house."

"Boy, how about I bought your painting for 50 yuan?"

"At first glance, this young man has studied art."

These old men and women are pointing.

But those words almost pissed off Xiao Jun.

"Do you understand art?"

"Can computer-printed paintings compare with mine?"

"Want to buy it for 50 yuan? Don't you know if this is a master work? Don't even think about it without 1 million..."

Xiao Jun was full of complaints.

Well, these people don't understand art, forget it.

"Hey, superb painting technique, with a unique style! Hey... It's comparable to those masters. In reality, I have never seen such a beautiful landscape painting!" A voice sounded from the side.

When Xiao Jun, who was painting, heard this sentence, he seemed to have found a bosom friend all of a sudden, someone still understands me! Understand art!

When he looked back, it turned out to be a beautiful girl, about 20 years old.

"Heh~ It's useless to compete with some masters. My works are even rejected from participating in provincial art exhibitions!" Xiao Jun sighed.

"Hehehe...Little brother, you don't know how to say: Are most of the paintings that are expensive after the death of the painter?" The girl covered her mouth and smiled.