roccoschili Chapter 136: Being solicited for sponsorship
Chapter 136: Being solicited for sponsorship
Bai Xiaoyan smiled shyly: "This is also my first time doing this kind of thing. I'm afraid I won't be able to do it."
"Don't be afraid, everyone has a first time, and I think you are very talented,"
The middle-aged man smiled and comforted.
But that smile, in Li Cunxi's opinion, was extremely vulgar.
Now he has imagined a drama about a wretched tutor from later generations who blackmailed a beautiful female student with his grades.
"Okay, I'll try my best to cooperate."
Bai Xiaoyan sat on the chair on the other side, took out a stack of paper from her bag, and started reading.
The middle-aged man did not interrupt, but put down his tea cup and wandered around the room.
A small hallway, looking all the way to the end, he really had nothing to do but couldn't go out, so he turned his attention to the oversized photo on the wall.
The photo is a portrait of a child. You can see the similarity with Bai Xiaoyan between her eyebrows and eyes. She is so fleshy that it is very rare.
He probably guessed that it was Bai Xiaoyan's daughter.
It doesn't matter at this glance, I immediately discovered something fishy.
The color and saturation are too outrageous. They are not the texture that a photo should have at all.
Looking carefully again, the pupils shrank slightly.
It turned out to be a realistic oil painting.
"Oh my God."
The middle-aged man couldn't help shouting.
Bai Xiaoyan put down the paper in her hand and asked with concern: "Professor Liu, what's wrong with you?"
Professor Liu pointed to the oil painting and asked, "Which master is this from?"
Bai Xiaoyan smiled when she heard this and explained: "This is just my lover's humble work, and it cannot be appreciated by Professor Liu."
She was not being humble on behalf of her husband, but she really thought so.
Professor Liu is knowledgeable and has a wide circle of friends. He knows many famous Chinese and foreign artists. His husband has only studied painting for two or three years. His paintings look decent, but they are far behind those great painters.
"Classmate Bai, please don't be humble on behalf of your lover. Regardless of the color application, light and shadow processing, and composition proportions, this painting would have been impossible to paint without someone who has gained 30 or [-] years of experience."
Professor Liu sighed softly.
Bai Xiaoyan said helplessly: "He really only studied for two or three years."
"impossible."
Professor Liu didn't believe it at all.
"I can't tell you clearly. You can wait until my wife comes home and ask him face to face. Anyway, you came here today to find him."
Bai Xiaoyan smiled bitterly and picked up the pile of paper and read it carefully.
Inside the door, Li Cunxi took a long breath.
It turned out to be him.
So he messed up his hair, rubbed his eyes and opened the door, pretending to be woken up.
"Husband, haven't you gone out yet?"
Bai Xiaoyan put down the pile of paper again and walked quickly towards her husband.
"Well, I was a little tired today, so I took a nap."
After Li Cunxi finished speaking, he looked at Professor Liu, pretending to be surprised and asked: "Honey, is this a guest?"
Without waiting for Bai Xiaoyan's introduction.
Professor Liu took the initiative to come over, shook hands with Li Cunxi, and introduced himself: "Hello, Mr. Li, my name is Liu Delong, professor of the Department of Longguo Literature at Beijing University."
"Oh, it turns out to be Professor Liu, please sit down quickly."
Li Cunxi warmly welcomed the person to his seat, but he was a little confused in his heart. His wife majored in a mechanical factory, so she shouldn't be able to get along with literature.
The three sat down.
Professor Liu pointed at the painting and was about to discuss it with Li Cunxi.
Li Cunxi didn't give him that chance and asked directly: "Professor Liu must be a busy man. I don't know what you are here for?"
When Professor Liu was asked this question, he could only get down to business: "I wrote a story before and wanted to move it to the stage and show it to everyone in the form of a drama, but I am short of funds and I would like to ask you to raise some funds."
Li Cunxi looked directly at Bai Xiaoyan.
Even if the news about his wealth spread outside the country, it would not spread within a kilometer radius.
Therefore, it must be the wife's idea for Professor Liu to borrow money.
Bai Xiaoyan also felt guilty, but she still gave her husband a wink, meaning she could help as much as possible.
Li Cunxi asked calmly: "How much money do you need now?"
"One thousand, not two thousand, actually three thousand will do."
Professor Liu kept raising the price, which made Li Cunxi's heart beat fast, fearing that the price would rise to [-] to [-].
"If it's three thousand, no problem."
Li Cunxi agreed.
As long as his wife is happy, let alone three thousand, even thirty thousand, he won't blink an eye when he picks it up.
After all, he makes money just to make his wife and daughter live happily.
It’s just that my wife has always been very economical with money. I once gave my wife 1000 yuan, but she didn’t even spend a hundred yuan. If I gave him more, my wife refused to take any money. She said she had too much money and always wanted to spend it arbitrarily. It’s better to take less.
Such a frugal wife was willing to let him lend 3000 yuan to others to perform in a play. He was a little curious about the reason.
Seeing Li Cunxi's eagerness to agree, Professor Liu stood up and bowed: "Thank you, Mr. Li, for your generous donation. Liu is grateful."
Li Cunxi waved his hand: "Professor Liu, I can borrow money, but we must first be villains before being gentlemen. My thinking is the capitalist thinking you know. I am not afraid of spending money, but I have to know that every penny I spend Where is the money used?"
In fact, calling myself a capitalist these days is like calling me a fool in the 21st century, which is not a good adjective.
But this is what he really thinks in his heart. He is not afraid of spending money, but he is afraid of being treated as a traitor. In his previous life, he did the same thing when doing charity. He would rather donate money to some medical projects that are helpful to patients and seek a possibility for patients. New drugs that have a 90.00% chance of failure in development will not be donated to some charities that line their own pockets, enriching the pockets of some people.
"what do you mean?"
Professor Liu asked.
"You just need to give me a detailed list of how to spend money."
Li Cunxi said.
Professor Liu nodded: "Well, I can make a list for you now. Do you have paper and pen?"
"I'll get it for you."
Li Cunxi walked into the room and took out pen and paper.
Professor Liu took the pen and paper and began to write, but his writing was not smooth and he almost stopped writing.
Li Cunxi shook his head when he saw it.
As soon as this man saw it, he just thought about it and desperately wanted to make a drama. He had no experience or ability in drama at all.
As for him, I can only say that literati are emotional.
When the other person writes.
He looked at his wife: "What role do you play in it? The heroine?"
Bai Xiaoyan's eyes widened in disbelief: "How did you know I was going to act in a drama?"
"Guess."
Li Cunxi smiled.
Since Professor Liu is planning a play, and his wife’s pile of paper is the script, whoever will read the script will most likely be an actor.