Marvel Road to Survival

Chapter 127 Driver wearing sunglasses at dusk

On the second floor of Yiwen Gallery, in addition to the studio and the owner's private lounge, there is also a public rest room. The space is not large, with a separate bathroom and a folding bed. The sweeper aunt comes to clean here every now and then, but Qiao Qi still found out He discovered the secret of this unused common room, which is the boss's smoking room.

This is a small room of more than ten square meters, with an IKEA fabric sofa. In a hidden corner of the sofa, Qiao Qi found a small hole burned by cigarettes. There are two folding single beds in the room, which are used for lunch breaks for employees.

But since Bai Lao and Sister Zhao got off work early in the afternoon, they did not have the habit of taking a lunch break at noon. Master Zhang, who was engaged in oil painting, had other high vocations. He only worked part-time in the gallery. He didn't need this common room, so Qiao Qi decisively did a spring cleaning and occupied the place.

Although the folding single bed did not match the bedding he brought, and he had to fold the sheets and mattresses so that they would not drag the floor so long, Qiao Qi was already satisfied with this condition.

There are no staff dormitories in the gallery. Except for a few painters, the staff is very mobile. However, the conditions of the small house Qiao Qi has packed for himself are already better than many staff dormitories in the city.

After Qiao Qi joined the company yesterday afternoon, his boss gave him a simple onboarding guide. He added Qiao Qi's permissions to the access control, and also gave him a set of spare keys for the warehouse and several workshops.

This morning, Qiao Qi took a rare ride-hailing ride and took him across half the city for a small move. The cardboard drawing used to record clear dreams was stored at the bottom of the box.

Seeing that everything was tidied up, Qiao Qi was about to find the cheapest breakfast restaurant nearby for a bite. When he passed by the studio, he saw that the door was open. The balcony of the studio was connected to the balcony of the boss's private rest room, and there were flower shelves on it. The green plants are lush and green.

A figure with messy long hair, wearing a simple nightgown, is standing on the balcony brushing his teeth.

"Damn it, why is the boss here?" Qiao Qi's eyes twitched. The boss was wearing too cool clothes and the morning air was already a bit chilly. He couldn't help but take a second look.

"Good morning." Wen Qing heard someone behind her and looked back sleepily. Her mouth was full of toothpaste foam, and a small bump was stretched out on one cheek by the toothbrush. She no longer looked like she was indifferent to strangers. Jin's long, straight black hair has an old-fashioned beauty, and she even looks a little cute.

"Morning, boss, you came back and worked overtime last night. You are indeed the boss. I should follow your example." Qiao Qi flattered him.

"I haven't worked overtime. I have almost finished the traditional Chinese painting. I still need some high-quality paintings. If I can't do it these nights, I will go to bed when I come back." Wen Qing was still tinkering with his toothbrush.

Qiao Qi's heart trembled. Sure enough, what she was worried about happened. The boss's private rest room was not simple. These expensive furniture were actually her dormitory. She couldn't help but complain that rich people have problems. Such a big river view villa, Recently, you can watch the Qiantang Tide, and you can actually huddle in a small cubicle in the studio. You are really a workaholic.

"Boss, I'm going to buy breakfast. Do you want steamed buns or fried dough sticks?" Qiao Qi felt a little sad when he said these words, but what was even more disturbing was that the boss might actually live here all the time, and in the suite of the studio. , will this old woman make a mistake and point fingers at her own creations like most bosses do?

"Well" Wen Qing was already about to go to the bathroom to rinse her mouth. She was stunned when she heard Qiao Qi's words. Although the two of them cooperated well yesterday, Qiao Qi had some sense of friendship with the boss, but suddenly a man wanted to give her Buying breakfast reminded her of something, and Wen Qing felt a little uncomfortable.

"No, no. Just go and eat by yourself." She had breathed enough of the humid morning air in the green lung of the city, felt a little cold, and decisively slipped back into the room.

Qiao Qi had breakfast and started work decisively. The boss had already given him the subject matter that the current client needed. The Spanish couple had a keen business vision. They also had several galleries of their own, so they naturally knew what works were best sold in Europe.

With the same large-scale creation, Qiao Qi was not vague at all. He felt that his brain was getting better and better. His mental palace was like a little rocket, much more powerful than he expected. Qiao Qi could now memorize the composition, color levels, detailed descriptions, and rough appearance of nearly a hundred pictures at the same time.

And it is very clear, there will be no mistakes, no redundant operations, every stroke and every cut has its own meaning.

Bai Laoye and Sister Zhao arrived a little late. Both of them were stuck in traffic because they were taking their children to school. Wen Qing just smiled and expressed understanding, and they started making exquisite silk Chinese paintings again.

Qiao Qi moved very quickly. He did not get involved in boring topics where the other three people had sex. When he was creating, he had no interest in food prices and celebrity gossip. Except for a corner of the entire studio reserved for the three bosses, Qiao Qi occupied all the easels and production tables. His goal today is to create fifty slightly smaller acrylic paintings at one time.

Unlike yesterday, almost the same shaping technique. Today, Qiao Qi’s techniques are more varied. He uses many special materials, such as bamboo and metal, as textures. Certain leaves have naturally beautiful textures. After Qiao Qi’s secondary processing, the veins of the leaves remain on the painting.

He began to use some traditional Chinese painting techniques to dye parts of the paintings horizontally. Qiao Qi was as skilled as a veteran who had been doing ink blending for more than ten years. The brushes he brought were very special. They were made by a reclusive old man in the capital. , Wen Qing recognized at a glance that the origins of these pens were not simple.

Under the guidance of Qiao Qi's silence, the entire studio gradually became quiet, and everyone else also entered the state, and everyone moved quickly. Best for creating in this environment

"I'm an emotional painting machine," Qiao Qi gave herself a thumbs up.

Dusk, New York, the sun is slowly setting behind the horizon.

A large Airbus plane landed slowly. New York's international airport is always busy with traffic. There is an endless stream of travelers arriving and departing here 24 hours a day.

The white young man with a stiff facial expression walked out of the aisle. Behind him was a white girl with a great figure and smooth golden brown hair. The girl looked around warily. The two of them left the airport expressionlessly. The girl dialed a number. Number:

"Blue and I have landed and are heading to the safe house, waiting for orders."

I often walk by the river, so how can I not wet my shoes?

The Rainbow Bridge is a very magical device. Sometimes it will leave an Asgardian rune magic mark, but sometimes it will not. The principle of this may only be known by the sleeping Father of the Gods.

For example, now, Loki, who has inherited the throne, has been teleported more than ten kilometers away from his brother Thor by a mistaken operation. This makes the God of Trickery feel a little bit like he has been tricked. He feels the malice of Haidamur. This must be It's intentional.

Unlike other Asgardians who don't often come to the atrium, Loki is at least familiar with the city of New York, and he can skillfully take a taxi to go wherever he wants to go.

Of course, the God of Trickery does not need to pay dollars, and his magic can suggest things that Midgardians have unknowingly overlooked.

For example, now, Loki spotted a taxi slowly driving over. The driver was a middle-aged man with a thick beard who looked like he was of Jewish descent. He had a very dark look even at dusk when the light was not good. sunglasses, which made him look like a blind man.

Rocky announced his destination, and the driver's response was low and sexy, with a magnetic voice. The God of Conspiracy has already made a plan. When the taxi arrives at its destination, he will give the cool man in Zhongting a hint that he has collected the fare, and then hint that he will cause a minor car accident.

And in his heart, he couldn't wait to see his brother's big, pitiful face. Although he said goodbye sadly last time, Sol's expression would definitely be wonderful if he came back so soon.

The mischievous godhead of the God of Trickery always makes him unable to help but do something unexpected, even though it seems superfluous.