In the following days,
Lin Yuan had spent countless efforts and finally completed the painting with the artistic conception of Xu Beihong, "Gallop"!
It was now noon.
After having lunch at home, Lin Yuan took the painting and headed for the company.
Not in a hurry to give the painting to the chairman, Lin Yuan spread the painting out by the window of his office for one more admiration, then nodded in satisfaction.
With Lin Yuan's current level, there weren't many paintings that could satisfy him.
Yesterday he was also in a good state.
If Lin Yuan were to paint "Gallop" again today, it probably wouldn't be as stunning as this one.
Even Xu Beihong himself, after so many paintings of horses, could not guarantee that each one would be of the same caliber.
For a moment, Lin Yuan was somewhat reluctant to give this painting away.
While Lin Yuan was narcissistically admiring "Gallop," suddenly there came some noises from the doorway.
"Little Fish..."