Chapter 388: Do One Good Deed a Day

If there were fewer social events, Lin En believed that today's well-arranged salon party would be perfect.

There were constantly flexible maids and attendants holding food and drinks and shuttling back and forth like fish. There was nothing more pleasant than a glass of comfortable lemon wine after a wonderful oration.

Lin En noticed that the most popular political topic of debate nowadays was the international situation. As the actual winner, how to build a continental situation that was beneficial to Albion was quite a topic of discussion. As for the topic of art, the pursuit of human beauty in [Fairy Forest] had a tendency to become a new school. As for philosophy, the topic of discussion was a bit dangerous and might be invited to have tea by the Inquisition. It involved the composition of God and human wisdom.

In short!

The atmosphere here was really good.

In the short moment when there was no need to worry about material things, everyone could fully display their talents, express their opinions, explain their ideas, and create their own works to the best of their ability. In this kind of communication, it seemed that everyone became pure and uplifted.

Of course, it seemed.

Amidst the politeness and small talk, something not so pure seemed to be happening in the gathering place of painters in the art district.

Lynn, who was chatting with a timber merchant from South County, played the social charm expected by the Countess and could easily smooth things over for the Russell family. Lynn only needed to remember that Count Amisto would not express his opinion, and as her spokesperson for this social event, he could reveal some biased expectations. If it was a real business dispute, someone would naturally come up to take over.

But what made Lynn uncomfortable was that Leonardo never tried to come over to chat.

The son of the Labour Party, in the political district, was furious with a group of young people, waving his fists and telling how many men in Albion died for the continental war and how many were struggling on the poverty line.

[Steam City] The miserable living conditions of the people in the lower city were exaggerated and became a good card for these young candidates. The slogan of allowing every family to have a large piece of bread, milk, cheese and meat became the loudest voice of the Labor Party cabinet in this place where the powerful gathered.

This also happened to meet the post-war expectations of the businessmen and powerful.

Lynn could see that Leonardo's face turned red in the praise and cheers, and the whole person couldn't hide his smile, as if he had just drunk a large glass of wine.

He didn't come over. Standing at the countess's angle, the reserved Lynn didn't intend to take the initiative to go over.

Accompanying the charming mature woman beside him to look at the paintings, listen to the strong tenor, and comment on the performance of a certain performance artist, isn't this good?

On vacation, you have to look like you're on vacation~~

The young gentleman and the countess who were watching the excitement soon heard a noisy dispute. Before others reacted, these two guys who were in tune with each other had already occupied a good position to watch the show.

The scene was very simple.

A poor painter, with an embarrassed look, and a lively and muscular servant beside him, this painter and his blank works that have not been painted are about to be thrown out.

Understandable.

A poor person who claims to be a painter but has not painted a single stroke since he came in has a gimmick, and will inevitably face the iron fist of the master to maintain order.

The identity of a painter in this era is not like the information age, where you can paint poorly on a certain blog or a certain blog, and you can get a lot of fans to protect you. If you paint poorly and the people who are not happy with you can use their fists to let you know what it means to serve you poorly and suffer a miserable end of misfortune.

"Why didn't he paint a single stroke?"

Lin En activated the skill of chatting up, and easily learned the answer from the shyness of a noble lady.

"This lowly person is reluctant to spend paint, and is very picky about his model, and just doesn't want to paint." The lady stared at Lin En's beautiful face with sparkling eyes, and wanted to invite him to walk around in the garden.

Lin En, who had no good feelings at all, smiled politely and withdrew, leaving her in despair, and experiencing what it meant to be treated as a tool.

"My paintings are art! They are works of art that cannot be desecrated... If there is no goal that can satisfy me, I will never paint even a single stroke! [Sage Qiming], you can't do this to a painter!"

The shabby painter blushed.

His pitiful and unconfident argument made Lin En inexplicably think of Kong Yiji. Now the people watching the excitement actually didn't care much about his painting skills, but there was a vague atmosphere, as if they were all expecting something.

"Sorry, sir, if you don't paint, I think there are other painters outside who will need this position more, so I have to ask you to leave."

A servant said helplessly. If he didn't want to make a fuss and be trampled by several painters, he wouldn't want to make such a fuss when the master opened a salon.

"He is so stubborn." Lin En looked at the embarrassed painter and mentioned it to the countess.

"So?"

Amis' charming eyes squinted, and she already knew that the kind-hearted Lin En was going to do a good deed every day, doing a small thing that would be easy to do.

"So, isn't there a ready-made perfect model here?" Lin En was a little unhappy because he had just been defeated by a vampire as a referee and missed the title of the most handsome man in the house.

Nothing can better prove one's appearance than a portrait.

By the way, let's save this poor man.

"Sometimes, it's not a bad idea to give the trapped a chance." The countess waved the folding fan in her hand indifferently. The contradictions in this world are already very sharp. What's the point of showing a hideous face?

Death may come between a slap in the face, a salary deduction, and a piece of bread.

Troublemaker: If you can't kill others, can't you kill the grassroots managers?

"Since he wants to paint, why not let this painter have a try? As for the model, how about I be the model?" The slender boy with a straight posture and gentle temperament, like an elf, entered the venue with his head held high. When he took off his top hat, everyone felt that the vision seemed to be filled with wisps of scenery blowing from the wilderness.

"Uh... if you are willing, sir." When the attendant saw Lin En, he realized that the identity of this boy was not simple.

It has to be said that Lin En's appearance is still very deceptive.

"First, sir, thank you for your kindness. It is my honor to paint your portrait. And your wife, if it is a couple portrait, it will be even more perfect, a unique treasure!" This poor painter seems to be really good at painting. Not only does he hope that Lin En will be his model, but Amis can also participate.

Yesterday's reward statistics totaled 1001818, and I owe 100 chapters. Then, from the 1st to today, it has been 5 chapters. I have also discussed with Nayako, so I still owe 73 chapters~~Go, go, go! !