Why Can’t I Play Games

  Chapter 35 Deception!

  Liu Ruohan never dreamed that he would see such an incredible scene.

one is…

  A small boss of an ordinary game company with a high school degree. Some time ago, he was not successful in job hunting, and he was repeatedly frustrated.

  The other is world-renowned. He was once a representative figure of a genre of the era. At present, he is madly sought after by capital. Each painting starts with hundreds or tens of millions.

  When she was abroad, when her tutor talked about contemporary art with her, Mendeleev could not be bypassed!

  These are two worlds, two classes of people!

so…

  How did they get together to drink?

   Damn it!

   Liu Ruohan slowly approached the table.

  Then...

  "Drink! When the float is a big white, after the float, we will come again..."

"good!"

  "..."

  She seemed a little excited when she heard the public voice, and toasted Mendeleev a glass of wine.

  Mendeleev's eye circles were slightly flushed and his face was slightly smoked, but he picked up the wine glass and drank it, looking very bold.

"Actually, in my life, I have a very longing for art. Some arts are witnesses to history. They give us the feeling of dialogue with people from that era... For a long time, I would often go to concerts to listen to symphonies and also to art exhibitions. Look at paintings, see sculptures at sculpture exhibitions... I actually admire art very much!"

   Zhang Yang seemed to be a little drunk, and started to bite his tongue, slightly vague.

  But it is very serious.

   "I actually like Mozart's "Requiem" and Tchai Davsky's "Symphony of Sadness". Of course, I also like Beethoven's "Fate of Symphony No. 5" very much..."

   "Many people are at the end of their lives, the classics, I still reverberate in my mind..."

   "Opening the history book, no matter how many years have passed, you can clearly hear their voices, as if you are talking to them, listening to them telling stories..."

  "..."

  "..."

  Mendeleev listened to this scene in a daze.

  He listened.

  However, among the characters Zhang Yang said, he had never heard of any of them.

  Is he ignorant, or what's the matter?

  Shen Yi and Liu Ruohan behind are also stunned.

  They can understand what Zhang Yang says about art, but the people who Zhang Yang exemplifies, they never have any, even the slightest impression.

  Zhang Yang This is the drink is too high, is the whole person confused?

  Looking at his expression, he doesn't seem to be making up things!

  They are not clear.

  They only know that Zhang Yang seems to be venting something deep in his heart.

  Then...

  After drinking another drink, they suddenly saw Zhang Yang taking out paper and pen from his pocket.

   "Mr. Mendeleev, actually..."

   "Huh? Mr. Zhang?"

  "Can I ask you to write a few words for me?"

   "Huh? Yes, what do you want to write?"

  "Universe technology, just these few words."

   "Huh? Yes!"

   "That, Mr. Mendeleev? I have another question..."

"You said…"

  "Do you think, how to draw the universe?"

  "Universe?"

   "Yes, for example, let you draw the universe and galaxies on this piece of paper..."

  "This piece of paper is so small, do you want to draw the universe galaxy?"

  "Can you draw? Actually, I know that the difficulty may be very high, and in such an occasion, everyone is drunk, which seems to affect the creation..."

  "What kind of form do you want? It's okay. I have done paintings on the walls of the most difficult bullpen. These are nothing!"

   "The simpler the form, the better?"

"good!"

  In the tavern.

  In the noisy and dim lights.

  Mendeleev didn’t seem to be affected in any way. After writing the words Universe Technology on that piece of paper in Chinese, he pondered for a while...

  Next, I drew a circle with the pen given by Zhang Yang, and then started to dot stars in the circle.

soon…

  A simple prototype of the universe, even looming in Mendeleev's hands.

   "Awesome, Mr. Mendeleev!" Zhang Yang's eyes lit up!

   "Haha, I just drew it briefly. When I painted just now, I felt a little childlike, thinking about the days when I stayed in China many years ago..."

  Mendeleev put down his pen and looked drunkly at the hustle and bustle in the distance, as if lost in memory, and had a lot to say.

but…

   "Mr. Mendeleev..." Zhang Yang suddenly interrupted Mendeleev's memory.

   "What's the matter?" Mendeleev was interrupted in a daze.

  "It seems to be a bit late now, or, shall we be gone? We are going to go home to sleep..." Zhang Yang collected the paper as if he was a treasure, and then coughed slightly.

   "Huh?" Mendeleev has been corrupted by vanity and money over the years. It is inevitable that there is a sense of loneliness in his heart. Finally, he can find someone to talk about with his alcohol, and he is about to express his thoughts after holding back for a long time.

Then…

  You haven’t said a word yet?

  Do you tell me you want to go home to sleep?

"Mr. Mendeleev, your agent is sitting there, I think she has been waiting for a long time, staying up all night, it is not good for girls..." Zhang Yang pointed to the red-haired woman not far away, and then took it very seriously. "Actually, I think it’s not gentle enough for girls to wait so long like this..."

   "???"

  When you spit on the stars just now, why didn’t you think you were a gentleman?

  Suddenly a gentleman now?

  Mendeleev felt that he couldn't turn a corner suddenly.

  ………………

  The door.

  Mendeleev is gone.

   seemed to hold back something and wanted to say it, but the other party did not give him any chance!

  Finally, he was helped into the car by the woman in red.

Before leaving, he glanced at Zhang Yang.

  All kinds of emotions come to my heart.

  After getting in the car, he suddenly felt a little ridiculous.

  This thing is still quite nonsense. A famous painter can drink with an ordinary person who meets peacefully...

  Even, after drinking, he only knew that he was the boss of a small company, and then, he didn’t even ask what company he was the boss...

This…

  No one believes who to change!

  A few bodyguards looked around and followed very vigilantly to the van next to them.

   Zhang Yang waved to Mendeleev’s car, and when the car went away, he touched his pocket under the street light.

  Grined and scored brilliantly.

  He touched his pocket.

  After that, he got in a taxi that seemed to have been prepared for a long time, and finally disappeared into the night.

  Shen Yi and Liu Ruohan were silent for a long time not far away, but finally they chose not to speak up.

  What happened today really made them feel a bit weird...

  Originally, I wanted to dig someone, but when it came to them, I was suddenly embarrassed, and I didn’t know how to open my mouth for a while...

  Liu Ruohan searched the Internet for Mozart’s "Requiem", Tchai Davsky’s "Symphony of Sadness", and of course, Beethoven’s "Fate of Symphony No. 5"...

  How to check, there is no such person, lyrics and music.

  Is this guy bragging?

  Blows like the real thing!

  She shook her head, she was speechless!

Of course…

  She didn’t even know that in the next few years, these things...

  Well, that is in the very distant future.

  ………………

  Four hours before the release of the "Crazy Flat Grass Mud Horse" game!

  Mendeleev could not sleep at night.

  Anyone who engages in art can easily get into a dead end.

  Publishing words, let him initiate, let him wake up, and make him extremely ashamed.

  An ordinary boss can see the world more clearly than I...

  I actually...

Morning.

  Mendeleev got up from the bed, his body seemed a little tired, but his spirit was very good.

  He suddenly had a thought.

  After that, he hurried to the bathroom and looked at himself.

  The more I look at it, the more disgusting it becomes!

  He finally clenched his fist!

  Followed by...

   "The fallen painter!"

  He came to his studio and drew a satire with his own image!

  In the Fengci painting, the painter is lying on the mountain of money and fame, slumbering.

  Beside, there are a group of big belly capitalists.

  On the other side, there is a young man, crazy, trying to wake up the painter!

  After finishing painting, he felt that the complicated emotions deep in his heart were finally completely wiped out.

  The morning sun shines in the studio.

  He is facing the rising sun and feels like a new life.

  I am full of gratitude to the young man for no reason...

  But, at this time!

  His phone rang.

  After answering the phone, his expression was dazed, and then the agent walked in with a copy of the information.

  A piece of news is the headline of today's art circle. It says that he destroyed the painting on the spot, causing a huge sensation in the art circle!

  Another piece of information is a headline news from Tieba.

  In the news...

  "Interview with Mr. Zhang Yang, Chairman of Universe Technology!"

  "Publicity: The friendship between gentlemen is as pale as water, each of our games is art!

"Last night, I chatted with Mr. Mendeleev about our game art, from human primitive games to future technological games. Mr. Mendeleev was deeply moved, but he felt the inspiration burst out. When it came up, he put up a pen to give our cosmic technology master the finishing touch on "Universe Technology", and designed a cosmic LOGO, and encouraged our company to make persistent efforts!"

   "Presumably, everyone has heard that Mr. Mendele was at the exhibition, destroy the painting on the spot!"

   "Many people think Mr. Mendeleev is crazy!"

   "However, I think he is not only not crazy, but his understanding of art is one step closer!"

  "He is breaking the shackles and reaching the top again!"

"Our LOGO is the rebirth of Mr. Mendeleev, symbolizing his abandoning the world and returning to the highest palace of art! In the future, it must be a representative work of an era. I assert that he will wander in art history. In the long river, no one can get around..."

  "We do not produce art, we are porters of human art..."

  "Below, I will analyze Mendeleev's mood when he was painting. In this cosmic science and technology painting, he incorporated many ideas of Mr. Mendeleev..."

  "..."

  "..."

  After reading...

  Mendeleev's whole body trembled!

  Instant!

  He feels that his blood pressure is high!

  How can this guy brag more than those nasty capitalists!

  (End of this chapter)