Why Can’t I Play Games

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

one is……

An ordinary small boss of a game company with a high school education. Some time ago, he had trouble finding a job and suffered repeated setbacks.

The other is Fame, who used to be a representative figure of a genre of the times, and is now wildly sought after by capital, and each painting starts with a few hundred or tens of millions.

When she was abroad, when her mentor talked about contemporary art with her, Mendeleev was an unavoidable existence!

These are two worlds, two classes of people!

so……

How did they get together to drink?

hell!

Liu Ruohan slowly approached that table.

Then...

"Drink! When you become clear, after you get out of the way, let's do it all over again..."

"good!"

"..."

She seemed a little excited when she heard Zhang Yang's voice, and toasted Mendeleev with a glass of wine.

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

"Actually, in my life, I have longed for art. Some art is a witness to history, which makes us feel like talking to people of that era... For a long time, I will often go to concerts to listen to symphonies, and I will also go to Look at paintings at art exhibitions, look at sculptures at sculpture exhibitions... I actually really admire art!"

Zhang Yang seemed a little drunk, and bit his tongue when he spoke, slightly slurring his words.

But very serious.

"I actually like Mozart's "Requiem" and Tchayedavsky's "Pathetic Symphony". Of course, I also like Beethoven's "Symphony No. 5 Destiny"..."

"Many classics at the end of life, I still echo in my mind..."

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

"..."

"..."

Mendeleev listened to this scene in a daze.

he listens.

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

Is he ignorant, or what?

Shen Yi and Liu Ruohan were also stunned behind.

They could understand what Zhang Yang said about art, but they never had even the slightest impression of those people Zhang Yang gave examples.

Zhang Yang is drinking too much, is he confused?

Judging by his expression, he doesn't seem to be making it up!

They don't know.

They only knew that Zhang Yang seemed to be venting something deep in his heart.

Then...

After drinking some wine, they suddenly saw Zhang Yang take out a paper and pen from his pocket.

"Mr. Mendeleev, actually..."

"Huh? Mr. Zhang?"

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

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

"Cosmic technology, just these few words."

"Ah? Yes!"

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

"you say……"

"What do you think, how to draw the universe?"

"universe?"

"Yeah, for example, let you draw the universe galaxy on this piece of paper..."

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

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

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

"The simpler the form, the better?"

"good!"

In the tavern.

In the noise and dim light.

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

Then, he drew a circle with the pen given by Zhang Yang, and then began to dot the stars in the circle.

soon……

A simple embryonic form of the universe is looming in the hands of Mendeleev.

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

"Haha, I just drew it briefly. When I drew it just now, I felt some childishness. I thought of the days when I stayed in Huaxia many years ago..."

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

but……

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

"What's wrong?" Mendeleev who was interrupted was a little dazed.

"It seems a bit late now, why don't we leave? I'm going home to sleep..." Zhang Yang put away the paper as if he had found a treasure, and then coughed lightly.

"Ah?" Mendeleev has been corrupted by vanity and money for these years, and he inevitably feels a little lonely in his heart. He finally found someone to talk to through the strength of alcohol, and he was about to express his thoughts after holding back for a long time.

Then……

Haven't said a word yet?

What the hell did you tell me to go home and sleep?

"Mr. Mendeleev, your manager is sitting there. I think she has been waiting for a long time, staying up late, and is not very good to girls..." Zhang Yang pointed to the red-haired woman not far away, and then said very Seriously: "Actually, I think it's not gentlemanly enough to keep girls waiting for so long..."

"???"

Why didn't you feel that you were a gentleman when you spit all over the place just now?

Suddenly a gentleman now?

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

……………………………

the door.

Mendeleev is gone.

It seemed that he was holding back his words and wanted to speak out, but the other party didn't give him any chance!

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

Before leaving, he glanced at Zhang Yang.

All kinds of emotions come to mind.

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

This matter is quite nonsense, a famous painter can drink with an ordinary person who meets by chance...

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

this……

Whoever it is, no one will believe it!

Several bodyguards looked around, and followed very vigilantly into the van next to them.

Zhang Yang waved at Mendeleev's car, and after the car drove away, he touched his pocket under the street lamp.

The grin was brilliant.

He fumbled in his pocket.

Then, he took another taxi that seemed to have been prepared long ago, and finally disappeared into the vast night.

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

What they encountered today really made them feel a little unbelievable...

The words that I originally wanted to poach people were suddenly awkward when they came into their mouths, and I didn't know how to open my mouth for a while...

Liu Ruohan was looking for Mozart's "Requiem" and Tchaydavsky's "Symphony of Sorrow" on the Internet. Of course, Beethoven's "Symphony No. 5 Destiny"...

No matter how I search, there is no such person and lyrics.

Is this what this guy is bragging about?

It blows like the real thing!

She shook her head and was speechless!

certainly……

She has no idea that in the next few years, these things...

Well, that was in the very distant future.

………………………

There are still four hours until the release of the game "Crazy Grass and Mud Horse"!

Mendeleev could not sleep at night.

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

Zhang Yang's words enlightened him, awakened him, and made him extremely ashamed.

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

I actually...

Morning.

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

Suddenly an idea occurred to him.

Then, he hurried to the bathroom and looked at himself.

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

He finally clenched his fist!

Immediately after...

"Degenerate painter!"

He came to his studio and drew a caricature in his own image!

In the Fengci painting, the painter lies on the mountain of money and fame, sleeping soundly.

And next to it, is a group of big-bellied capitalists.

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

After finishing the painting, he felt that the complicated emotions in his heart were finally completely swept away.

The morning sun shone in the studio.

Facing the rising sun, he felt like a newborn.

Feeling a little grateful to that young man for no reason...

But, at this moment!

His cell phone rang.

After answering the call, he had a dazed expression, and then his manager walked in with a document.

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

Another piece of information is the headline news of a post bar.

in the news...

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

"Zhang Yang: The friendship between gentlemen is as light as water, and every game we make is art!

"Last night, Mr. Mendeleev and I talked about our game art, from human primitive games to future technological games. Mr. Mendeleev was deeply moved, and he felt a burst of inspiration. When it was rising, I picked up a pen to highlight "Universe Technology" for our cosmic science and technology master, and designed a cosmic LOGO, and encouraged our company to make persistent efforts!"

"Presumably, everyone has heard that Mr. Mendele is at the exhibition, so let's 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 broke the shackles and reached the peak again!"

"Our LOGO is the rebirth of Mr. Mendeleev, which symbolizes his abandonment of the world and his return 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 the history of art. In the long river, no one can go around..."

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

"Next, I will analyze Mendeleev's state of mind when he was painting. This cosmic science and technology painting incorporates many thoughts of Mr. Mendeleev..."

"..."

"..."

After reading...

Mendeleev shuddered!

moment!

He felt like his blood pressure was high!

How can this guy brag better than those hateful capitalists!