Chapter 617: Nan Ming's Taste

Since returning to Nanming, Mr. Muller has been serving Nanming for about a week. During this period, he expressed very implicit contempt for Nanming's living environment and lifestyle.

For example: "Sir, you actually need to worry about your own food, clothing, housing and transportation. You must be a good master who is considerate of his subordinates."

It was better when they were on the ship. After all, the colonel and others feared Nan Ming like a tiger, for fear that he would be unhappy in the slightest. The service was very attentive. Even so, Mr. Muller would often find an opportunity to complain.

However, after arriving on shore, Muller had more opportunities to complain.

For example, Nanming doesn't have a plane, only a car, and he can take a bath by himself, and even needs to open the door to go to the toilet, which is complained by Muller.

And this kind of complaints became more frequent after Mu Le and Nan Ming returned home.

For example: "Master, your walls are so clean and clean, without any decorations, it's really a simple and confessional appreciation, which is admirable."

Another example: "Sir, there are only four layers of fabric on your bed, which is a model of hard work."

Another example: "Sir, you don't have any collection of antiques. You must be a person with a rich heart, and you don't need these vulgar things to fill your heart..."

Another example: "Sir, you..."

"Enough, Mahler Muller!" After being mocked by Muller for several times, Nan Ming finally couldn't help it. Beneath his mensao and low-key appearance, this guy is a heart that never stops complaining. Nan Ming really wants to split Mu Le from the middle to see if his body is soaked in the blood of complaining.

Mahler is Mr. Muller's name. When it is connected with his surname, it is pronounced in Chinese, which is a bit like a curse. When Nan Ming is angry, he will call Mr. Muller's full name.

"The reason why I live a simple life is because a simple life will reduce many unnecessary choices, and there is no need to waste time and energy on choices." Nan Ming said.

Only one car, only one residence, all because of this.

"No, sir, as a distinguished authority, you are supposed to enjoy the most luxurious and free-wheeling life. In fact, a luxurious life can also be very simple. You only need to give an order, and the rest can be handed over to the servants. Muller bowed.

Nan Ming was speechless, and suddenly became a little angry. He waved his hand and swept the books on the desk in front of him to the ground, squinting at Mr. Muller: "Do whatever you want, and leave the rest to the servant...is that okay?"

"Yes, sir." Mr. Muller knelt on the ground, lowered his head to pack the books, then carefully cleaned the dust and wrinkles, and put them back in front of Nan Ming, saying: "If this makes you happy."

Seeing Mu Le's appearance, it seems that he intends to wait for Nan Ming to sweep the book on the floor.

Nan Ming wanted to say something, but he had nothing to say.

I really don’t know how Muller lived his life before. It is said that several generations have served the Eslagon-Ming family. If the people of the Eslagon-Ming family live as they please, their lives are It's... so fucking extravagant.

"That's good, that's good!" Lazy God beat the side drum behind him, "I like this guy, I think, as long as you keep this guy by your side, you will definitely become the real Great Demon King of Nanming!"

"Get lost!" Nan Ming was furious.

"Now?" Mr. Muller pointed to the ground in front of him, "What position should I use?"

"I didn't mention you!" Nan Ming was speechless. Is this guy serious or just complaining!

"If you agree, please allow me to simply decorate this room, and say offensively, you have no taste in other aspects except eating..." Seeing that Nan Ming didn't plan to throw away any more books, Mu Le said.

If you don't complain, you will die! Nan Ming was helpless, sighed and said, "It's up to you."

Muller began to wander around, seeming to be planning in his mind how to rearrange the house. After a while, Mr. Muller came back with a fuss: "Sir, it's just that you don't have a swimming pool and a bathtub, but you don't even have a bathtub." !"

"Get out, right here, roll three times first!" Nan Ming pointed at the ground angrily.

Early the next morning, Nan Ming opened his eyes and just sat up when he was stunned.

In the bedroom facing his bed, there is an oil painting, Titian's "Venus of Urbino".

A master painter, a world-treasure-level painting, tall and compelling, but it cannot conceal the fact that this is a pornographic painting of a plump naked woman in the middle ages in Europe lying on a bed in a seductive pose...

Is it really good to hang such a painting in front of the bed of a young man who is full of vigor, and see it every day before going to bed and before getting up in the morning?

The key is to let Zhang Feilin see, is there still a way for Nan Ming to survive?

Nan Ming thinks this guy is actually a killer sent by Sha Ming!

"Malle Muller!" Nan Ming began to shout angrily.

Mr. Muller pushed the door and entered, as if he had been waiting at the door for a long time, and handed over the hot towel that had been prepared long ago.

"This, take it away!" Nan Ming said angrily.

"You don't like it?" Mr. Muller was quite aggrieved.

What would Nan Ming say? I can only continue to emphasize: "Take it! Take it!"

"Understood, sir, you don't like Titian." Muller nodded, "I'll take down the painting right away. Sir, the bathroom is ready, do you need to take a shower?"

When Nan Ming entered the bathroom, he saw that there was only a bathtub in the place where there was only a shower head. Muller was very embarrassed, "Sir, because the space is too small, I can only place such a bathtub..."

"I don't have the habit of taking a bath in the morning." Nan Ming felt that taking a bath in the morning was not good for his health, but he was still moved when he saw the prepared bath water.

When Nan Ming lay in the bathtub, he sighed, capitalism really corrupts people... Taking a bath in the morning is really fucking comfortable.

Nan Ming felt that he was about to enter the extravagant mode of a boring rich man or playboy.

Then Nan Ming saw Mu Le rolling up his sleeves: "Sir, I have learned massage..."

"Get out!" Nan Ming pointed at the door.

When Nan Ming finally came out of the bathroom, it had been more than an hour. He lay lazily in the bathtub and almost fell asleep again.

He returned to the bedroom, and then stopped suddenly. Most of the wall was occupied by another painting.

Goya's "Naked Maja".

The plump woman in the middle ages changed another direction and continued to pose seductively.

"Change it! Change it!" Nan Ming was helpless, "Don't you have something abstract?"

When Nan Ming said "abstract point", he was thinking of paintings like Van Gogh's "Sunflower" or "Starry Sky".

When Nan Ming finished his breakfast and went back to the bedroom to get his things, what he saw was Manet's "Olympia".

The lines and paints are somewhat similar to Chinese paintings. The woman who lost weight in the middle ages changed her direction again and continued to pose seductively.

Is it a little bit more abstract...or more realistic? At least the body proportions are more in line with modern aesthetics.

"Take it all, take it all! No oil paintings!" Nan Ming had completely collapsed.

"What a pity sir, these are my private collections." Mr. Muller sighed.

"This kind of painting is not suitable for home, this is China." Nan Ming said.

"Understood, master." Mr. Muller served Nan Ming for dinner.

After dinner, Nan Ming left for his own office in the Institute of Biology and Medicine. Before the relocation, Nan Ming would still work here.

Just sat down in his office, took the hot tea offered by Mr. Muller, and then Nan Ming almost spit out the undrinked tea.

The three famous paintings that had been removed before occupied three walls, and three women in different poses were staring at Nan Ming.

"Pick it off, take it off!" Nan Ming was about to go berserk, this guy must be taking revenge for letting him roll three times last night!

"Good taste, Mr. Nan." Su Wenjie walked in and said with a smile.

"Send it to you, hang it in your office!" Nan Ming waved his hand, "Move away! Move away!"

Su Wenjie was frightened, turned around and ran away.

Nan Ming grabbed Mu Le: "I don't like painting, I don't want any decorative paintings, do you understand?"

"Understood, don't draw." Muller ran to the corner, moved a sculpture and placed it on Nan Ming's desk: "Then decorate it with sculptures, your desk is really too spacious."

Claude Michel "Nymph and Sati".

A tall artist, a tall sculpture, but it can't change the fact that this is two villains without clothes fighting on the table.

After a busy day, Nanming looked at the corner of his eyes. With the service of Mr. Muller, Nanming's energy retention this day was indeed more than usual.

But thinking of those works of art that always surprise people and pop out of nowhere, Nan Ming began to have a headache.

Did he have a more comfortable day, or a more unhappy one?

It's so hard to define... (To be continued.)