Can You Really Draw a Sketch?

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Jiang Chuan said directly.

This wasn't the first time he'd done something like this, so he was quite experienced.

Three days?

I'm only giving you three days.

Ding Ruilong stared with reddened eyes.

Three days later, I will hear the news of Wu Chen's tragic death.

Can it be done or not?

Jiang Chuan paused for a moment, then nodded seriously.

Okay, okay, go and do it quickly!

Ding Ruilong shouted.

Jiang Chuan nodded to Ding Ruilong again before turning and leaving in a hurry.

He went out.

Ding Ruilong, behind his desk, picked up some more photos from the table.

As he looked at the photos, he suddenly became excited and tore them to shreds. Then, he swept his arms across the table, sending all the documents, files, and photos flying.

He then picked up the keyboard and used it like a stick, smashing the computer monitor wildly.

Jiang Chuan, who had just left the office, stopped and listened to the sounds of chores and frantic shouting coming from inside. A deep look of worry appeared between his brows.

His gaze gradually hardened, revealing a sharp, piercing look.

Wu Chen must die! It must be done in three days!

In Building 7 of the CBD Business District of Donghai City, in the President's Office Huancai Fashion Company, Wu Chen sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, chatting with a group of penguins.

This is the fifth day of her New Life, and also the fifth day she has been Li Ruobing's fake boyfriend.

Therefore, he knew that Ding Ruilong had probably investigated him thoroughly and was likely about to take action.

After all, he and Li Ruobing kissed by the Villa window yesterday. If someone had actually taken a picture or video of it, and Ding Ruilong saw it, given Ding Ruilong's personality, he would probably cause a scene. That was Li Ruobing's house, and Wu Chen was even wearing a bathrobe. What were they going to do after kissing?

Anyone with a brain would know that Ding Ruilong would definitely retaliate against Wu Chen, and Wu Chen knew it was time for her to do something about Ding Runlong.

The QQ group is called "Magic City Art Forum Discussion Group." Wu Chen joined this group about ten minutes ago. It's a large public group that can accommodate 2,000 people, and joining wasn't difficult.

Currently, the group has more than 1,600 members, but not many are active; only a few dozen people speak regularly.

This is an art and drawing exchange group, mainly focusing on sketching. Sketching is the foundation of painting, and those who learn it are generally quite young, mostly junior high or high school students. Therefore, the average age of the members in this exchange group is only in their teens.

Of course, although the group is mainly for students, there are also many older members, some of whom are teachers who have been studying sketching for many years, and others are parents of students.

Looking at the group chat messages, Wu Chen asked someone to send his sketch to the group.

He clicked on the picture and glanced at it. It was a drawing of some fruit piled up together. The drawing was very mediocre, and the style was very immature. He guessed that the artist had only been learning to draw for a few months.

Teacher Liu draws well and has improved; even with a broken pencil, she draws better than my daughter.

How old are you? You're amazing!

Some group members praised it, while others expressed envy.

Wu Chen typed quickly with one hand and sent a Xingchen, "For example, practice Min'an again. The contrast is too low and lacks a sense of three-dimensionality."

"Xingchen" was a username Wu Chen randomly chose after logging into his QQ account. He also casually changed some of his personal information on his QQ account.

Ten minutes later, some group members had changed their address for Wu Chen from Xingchen to Teacher Xingchen, while others called him Da Chu, Da Shen, or Da Lao. Whether someone's painting skills are high enough can be demonstrated in just a few words.

Of course, to truly assess one's skill level, one must ultimately express it in their own words.

However, the vast majority of people in this chat group are students. Their purpose in joining the group is to learn, and it's a habit for them to address those who are more knowledgeable than themselves as "teachers."

The sound of high heels clicking could be heard outside, followed by the bodyguard opening the door.

Li Ruobing took off her coat as she entered the room.

Wu Chen replied in the group chat again before looking up at Li Ruobing, who had returned, and smiled, saying, "I've dropped you off. I thought you'd already driven off."

As Li Ruobing spoke, she walked to the clothes rack, hung up the clothes, and then went behind the desk. "Aren't you busy?"

That's it for the Su Family. Don't do anything more. I've already said, just watch the show.

Wu Chen smiled and waited for news. He estimated that A Tai would call him in the afternoon to tell him what major event had happened to the Su Family.

Li Ruobing remained expressionless and said nothing more.

After sitting down in the executive chair, Li Ruobing was about to turn on her computer when she paused, noticing something on her desk. It wasn't the documents her secretary or assistant had brought, but rather some blank paper, a few pencils, and an eraser.

Li Ruobing frowned slightly. His desk was tidied up every day, and his secretary would handle it. He wouldn't just throw these things away like that. Besides, he hadn't asked for these things. I just had my secretary bring them over.

Wu Chen's voice came through.

Li Ruobing looked up at Wu Chen, frowned, and asked, "What are you doing?"

A painting?

What is Wu Chen painting?

Li Ruobing followed up by asking, "Did you paint that?"

Wu Chen smiled.

Um.

Li Ruobing was taken aback, then squinted at Wu Chen.

Draw me?

It was a very strange, abrupt, and eerie feeling.

Wu Chen suddenly wanted to draw, and he wanted to draw this. Why?

What happened?

Wu Chen stood up, walked over, and picked up the paper, pens, and other items on the desk, as well as a deck-style folder that could be used as a drawing board.

After taking his things, he went back to the sofa and sat down, facing Li Ruobing.

Li Ruobing watched Wu Chen intently the entire time, her gaze following Wu Chen every move, until Wu Chen was seated properly, at which point she asked, "What's going on?"

I won't do anything special, I'll just draw you a sketch.

Wu Chen smiled and asked, "You also draw sketches?"

Li Ruobing blinked. Wu Chen had just said he would draw a picture, but he hadn't explained how. Anyone could draw, even a 3-year-old could; the difference was just between good and bad.

Now, when Wu Chen talks about sketching, he mentions sketching, which involves professional techniques.

I know a little bit about it.

Wu Chen replied, "Draw me a sketch."

Li Ruobing asked another question, and I nodded.

Li Ruobing still didn't understand. Why?

Trying to please yourself?

Flirting with yourself?

When did Wu Zhen ever flirt with me?

He's always criticizing himself and annoying people for no reason, so what else could it be?

Wu Chen wouldn't tell Li Ruobing; he just wanted Li Ruobing to act as a prop so he could paint a picture.

He wanted to post the painting in the group chat, hoping to use his world-class painting skills to win over one person in the group, someone who had a close relationship with Ding Ruilong.

Li Ruobing didn't ask Wu Chen why he suddenly wanted to draw her sketch, because it was a small matter, and she still had to work.

I don't have time to be your model.

Li Ruobin looked at Wu Chen and said, "You go ahead and do your thing, I'll do mine. It won't bother you. You can do whatever you want, just pretend I don't exist."

Wu Chen asked, "You really can draw sketches?"

Even Li Ruobing had her doubts. Where in the world is someone allowed to move around freely when sketching a portrait?

Does it matter whether I can draw or not?

Wu Chen smiled and asked Li Ruobing a question in return.

Li Ruobing gave Wu Chen a knowing look, then turned her head to turn on the computer, ignoring Wu Chen, and said, "Whatever."

From that point on, he really treated Wu Chen like air, as if Wu Chen didn't exist, and went about his business as usual.

Li Ruobing is very busy. He was extremely busy yesterday, but Wu Chen suddenly caused trouble for Su Qingying, which forced him to go and see what was going on. He then got caught up in it, so he had some work from yesterday that he needed to finish today.

Shortly after Li Ruobin returned to his office, his secretary came over with a thick stack of folders, some for Li Ruobin to sign and others for Li Ruobin to review.

Later, a senior executive from Brilliant Colors came to see Li Ruobing, talked to Li Ruobing about something, and left after only a few minutes.

Li Ruobing was busy working and even got up to make a phone call by the window. Not only did he ignore Wu Chen, but everyone else entering and leaving the President's Office also ignored Wu Chen.

It wasn't that they were truly ignoring Wu Chen, but rather that they were all extremely unfamiliar with Wu Chen and couldn't say much to Wu Chen.

People who come to Li Ruobin's office are there for work. They don't dare to breathe too loudly in front of Li Ruobin, let alone casually chat with the other people in the room.

Before he knew it, 20 minutes had passed, and Wu Chen still hadn't finished drawing. He then wrote a line of text in the lower left corner of the paper.

At 10 a. m. on July 12, 2020, he took out his phone again, took a picture of the half-finished product, sent it directly to the group, and typed that he was just drawing a random picture and was currently drawing it.

He just wanted the people in the group to understand that he had just painted this picture, not that he had spent a lot of time on it before, or that he had commissioned someone else to paint it.

It's not that anyone is questioning him, but rather that he doesn't allow anyone to even entertain the thought of questioning him, or simply think that he's amazing.

I continued drawing, and another full half hour passed.

Wu Zhen spent a considerable amount of time painting this picture, totaling about 50 minutes.

Because he wanted to paint it well, he wanted to show off his skills, and he wanted the effect of the hammer striking the note; he wasn't in the mood to paint a second one, so he finished it in one go.

It was already 10:30 in the morning, and Li Ruobing was typing away on her keyboard.

Wu Chen picked up his phone again, took a picture of the sketch he had just finished, sent it to the group chat, and then looked up and asked, "It's done, do you want to see it?"

Li Ruobing stopped typing and turned to look at Wu Chen.

Wu Chen stood up with the sketch in his hand, walked to the table, tossed it onto the table, and said, "Here you go. Look at it and then throw it in the trash."

After saying that, Wu Chen turned to walk back.

Li Ruobing frowned slightly, picked up the sketch at random, and immediately froze, her gaze fixed on the sketch. This drawing gave Li Ruobing a shock, because it didn't look like a drawing. At first glance, it had the feel of an old black and white movie, depicting a woman busy in an office.

The office has a very three-dimensional cinematic feel, but it uses montage techniques to create a sense of distortion and heaviness in the space.

And there were not just one woman busy at work, but three: one signing documents at her desk, the other talking to her assistant while looking up, and the other making a phone call by the window.

It's as if several transparent negatives are superimposed, perfectly blending different scenes into the same painting through the combination of reality and illusion and the splicing of lines, creating a sense of the passage of space and strongly expressing the woman's busyness and focus at work.

The coexistence of bold lines and delicate brushstrokes creates a high contrast, resulting in a strong visual impact that draws the viewer's attention to the figures.

The woman in the painting is depicted with extreme detail, almost like a black and white photograph when viewed alone. However, the woman in the painting never has a full-face view, only a profile. Because of her straight black hair, her strategy is not fully shown, but one can still feel her strength and decisiveness.

This feeling is conveyed through a woman's body language: the way she raises her hand and her sharp eyes when talking to her assistant; the powerful posture she adopts when standing by the window with one hand in her trouser pocket and her back turned; even the angle at which her white shirt collar is open—all these give a simple, direct, and capable impression, a sense of authority.

This painting is powerful, and the woman in it is powerful; anyone who looks at it should be able to tell that she is a strong woman busy at work.

Li Ruobing was truly shocked. He never imagined that Wu Chen could draw, and that he would allow him to move around freely. That was not something a person who could draw would say, because he didn't think Wu Chen could.

Wu Chen painted such a picture that he was so shocked that he stared at it for a full half minute.

The reason he acts this way is because he doesn't understand painting. This lack of understanding refers to his painting skills not reaching the level of art school teachers. In Wu Chen's case, it's equivalent to not understanding at all.

In fact, Wu Chen was showing off his skills. Showing off skills will lead to one consequence: the painting is so powerful and powerful that most people will be impressed at first glance and think that the painting is amazing.

The ultimate pursuit of painting is artistic conception, feeling, a return to simplicity, or the artist's boundless imagination.

Therefore, Wu Chen's painting would be praised by the vast majority of people.

However, if those people were still alive, and their works were already being collected by world-class museums and top masters, they would not deny Wu Chen's painting skills, but they would also see that Wu Chen was deliberately showing off his skills.

It's not that Wu Chen lacks imagination, but rather that his excessive pursuit of detail and over-showing off of skills has resulted in a feeling that is somewhat lacking, a bit too much, and ultimately, too much of a good thing.

However, Wu Chen painted it this way on purpose because he intended it for the people in the group, including the students and their parents. They didn't have that level of appreciation, just like they couldn't appreciate abstract oil paintings. Even if Wu Chen put all his effort into painting an apple for them, they would only think, "Isn't that just an apple?"

Well, the drawing is alright. Wu Chen's goal is to impress those in the penguin community whose appreciation level isn't high enough, so showing off his skills is enough.

Li Ruobing was still looking at Wu Chen's sketch.

Wu Chen returned to the sofa, sat down, took out a few tissues to wipe his hands, and then picked up his phone to check the status: the group chat had been successfully spammed.

After he posted this painting in the art exchange group, the group chat started scrolling like crazy.

Wow, wow, whose kid doesn't swear? That's amazing!

Sigh, don't go, you're out of the closet!

Who is this woman?

I can't see their face, but they seem really impressive.

My mom asked me why I was kneeling on the keyboard and tagging my friend Xingchen, asking where I work. I replied that I work at Meixie.

Some people were amazed, some were kneeling, and others were tagging Wu Chen, asking about his workplace.

Wu Chen didn't speak in the group chat because people were already messaging him privately; eight or nine out of the dozen or so people had messaged him to add him as a friend.

Wu Chen read through these messages but didn't reply to any of them.

Wu Chen turned off the sound on his QQ account beforehand, so Li Ruobing couldn't hear the message notification sound.

More and more people added Wu Chen as a friend, and more and more people sent him private messages. Finally, Wu Chen saw a group chat dialog box pop up. The person who sent the message had the online Lin Yuan. Regardless of gender, she was female, and she was the one Wu Chen was looking for.

She was a woman who was both not so important and very important to Ding Ruirong. She held a very special position among Ding Ruilong's many women. She had been visiting Ding Ruilong for a very long time and was Ding Ruilong's senior in high school.

What makes him special is that he and Ding Ruilong made a mistake together: he gave birth to a child for Ding Ruilong, a daughter who is now 14 years old and Ding Ruilong's illegitimate daughter.

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