Copying is a basic skill for those who study art. Many people who learn painting have done a very solid job.

But no matter how solid the basic skills are, if you don’t have talent, it will be extremely difficult to copy one-to-one one-to-one.

However, this problem is indeed not a problem for Li Wen.

If the front of the banknote is subdivided, it can be temporarily dismembered into ten small pieces. As long as the ten different small pieces are completed in steps and then they are perfectly combined, then the task will be completed.

You don’t need to consider coloring when copying, just one pen is enough.

Just use an ordinary fountain pen, but there are some details about the tip of the pen. For example, if you draw the pattern on the avatar, you must use the finest one, but the tools are ready-made.

Uncle Xin has been in this industry for a day or two. The guys who eat in the meals have purchased them in detail and everything is available. Li Wen just needs to borrow it.

Based on his relationship with Uncle Xin, can we still separate each other?

Li Wen borrowed Uncle Xin’s No. 8 nib, adjusted the light, and began to copy the collar.

Don’t underestimate the collar of a portrait of a person. It has more than 10,000 irregular lines and dozens of foreign letters. If you want to copy them by hand, it is tantamount to climbing Everest with bare hands.

But there are always many geniuses in the world. No matter how difficult the challenges are, they are not invincible for geniuses.

Li Wen calmed down and his nerves were fully relaxed. Soon, he reached a very subtle state in which he could not hear any sound, including his heartbeat or breathing.

The odor of the ink gradually disappeared, and he could not even feel the hardness of the chair, the smoothness of the tabletop, and the roughness of the picture quality. The only thing he could feel was the ten thousand, oh no, it was ten thousand and thirty-seven lines.

Gradually, these irregular 1037 lines became regular.

Li Wen started writing...

When the last line was outlined, he took off his myopia glasses and rubbed his eyes.

Before we knew it, the lighting lights on the top of the workshop were already on, and the setting sun shone into the window, orange-yellow, and there was a faint fragrance of rice and the fragrance of rapeseed oil.

"Stupid brat, that's OK!"

Uncle Xin's voice came from behind, with the smell of smoke and his shoulder was slapped.

"Perfect, very perfect. It's only one tenth of it in less than a day. The younger generation is terrifying. You guys are really born to do this job."

Uncle Xin put down his magnifying glass, turned his head back, looked at his own "painting" with his turbid eyes, and shook his head slightly, "Old, I'm really old. The work I could finish in two hours before, but now I've just figured out my mind in four hours."

"Uncle Xin, are you hungry? Come and have a meal." Wu Xiuqing was serving the cooked dishes to the table one by one.

Uncle Xin turned around and waved, "You are here just right, big niece, come and take a look."

"What's wrong?"

Wu Xiuqing wiped his hands on the apron and walked over.

"Look."

Uncle Xin made an invitation gesture to Li Wen’s drawing board.

Wu Xiuqing took a look, then quickly picked up the magnifying glass, "Incredible, really incredible, copier, Uncle Xin, your apprentice is really a living copier! If I had doubts about his completion of the 'God of Death, Knight and Devil' within three days, I have nothing to say now. How did you do it?"

Wu Xiuqing looked at Li Wen with a curious look, because Uncle Xin of the old bird does not have such exquisite craftsmanship, efficiency and precision, and is even more sophisticated than machines, because no matter how precise the machine is, it cannot complete the work that can only be completed by hand.

There are so many things in the world that machines cannot do.

"Miss Wu, you said I am a photocopier, so I must have copied it. The tools are my eyes and hands." Li Wenbu said calmly.

Uncle Xin smelled a faint "gunpowder smell" in the air. He guessed that Li Wen and Wu Xiuqing were not dealing with each other, and something unpleasant must have happened between them.

It was not just an unpleasant thing. Not only was Li Wen cheated by Wu Xiuqing and enjoyed a three-day trip to prison, but he was also fingered with a gun on the yacht. It would be strange if he had a good impression of her.

"Okay, okay, let's have a meal. Oh, after busy for the afternoon, I'm almost hungry, come here, stinky brat."

Uncle Xin pulled Li Wen and sat next to the dining table.

"Uncle Xin, you guys eat first, I'll serve the soup."

"Okay, you don't have to work hard, eat together."

"Yeah, come soon."

Wu Xiuqing turned around and entered the kitchen.

"Boy, you have worked hard and made great contributions and rewarded you with a chicken wing. But to be honest, our niece's cooking skills are really this." Uncle Xin raised his thumb and his lips were glistening.

Li Wenshizhi chewed the chicken wings tastelessly, and had to make a more enjoyable expression. He asked in a speechless manner: "Uncle Xin, is Miss Wu really your niece?"

Uncle Xin looked back at the direction of the kitchen and whispered: "Of course not, it's all the show. I often call it that way. It's not easy to say the wrong things at critical moments. But Miss Wu is also good, she has no airs and can cook. It's not bad to have such a niece. It's all fake, but as long as we all get along as much as possible, it's fine."

"Uncle Xin, what are you talking about? You're still having a lot of fun." Wu Xiuqing came over with a big bowl of soup.

Li Wen immediately buried his head in the meal.

If you really treat Wu Xiuqing as a woman who can only cook, you won’t know how to die. The woman’s sharp eyes and gun speed on the yacht are not something that can be done by killing one or two people.

"Oh, this guy said that you are good at cooking with niece. Look at how delicious his chicken wings are."

"If you like it, eat more," Wu Xiuqing put down the soup, sat down, and then picked up a chicken wing for Li Wen. It was a pity that he could not even swallow a chicken wing in his mouth. He had already scolded Uncle Xin, an old bastard, to death, and liked to use honest people as a cushion.

Wu Xiuqing wiped the sweat beads from his temples with her fair back of her hands and served another bowl of soup for Li Wen. "What do you want to eat, you can tell me in advance. In the next time, I will be responsible for your daily life. I know Uncle Xin's taste, but I just don't know you..."

"I don't care. I eat everything. What Uncle Xin likes to eat, and what I like to eat too."

"You guys are you talking the truth? I love to eat scallion Lao Gan Ma Burrito in the morning, so do you?"

"I...I..."

Li Wen really has no way to answer.

He has eaten so far and counted all the human foods with both hands. The most important thing is that it is really unknown how many types of human foods are there. I have never heard of them. How can I answer any answers if I have never heard of them.
Chapter completed!