"A little more than 50 square meters." After measuring the length and width of each wall, after calculation, Ren Bufan was a little dry and dry.

300 yuan per square meter, but that’s not counting, it’s exactly 15,000 yuan.

Whether it is a father or a mother, the annual salary is worth this amount.

He looked at the young man secretly and saw that his expression had not changed at all, but instead calculated calmly: "One square 300, fifty square 50 square 50 square 60,000?"

Ren Bufan looked at him nervously, saying that at this time, 15,000 is not a small amount.

"How many days will it take to finish the painting?" The young man didn't bargain, as if 15,000 yuan was not a problem for him.

At the speed of his wall painting before, Ren Bufan calculated silently and replied: "It doesn't take that long. It takes about two and a half hours to finish fifty square meters, and at most three hours."

"Are you teasing me?" The young man was stunned when he heard this, "So big, two to three hours?"

"I've seen this wall painting draft, it's quite simple!" Ren Bufan said, "It can be done in basically three hours."

The young man looked at Ren Bufan's face for a moment, frowned slightly: "Our entertainment club is aimed at high-end customers and cannot be fooled. If you don't follow the draft, if there is a little wrong, not only will the money not be given, but you will have to compensate you! This is not a joke!"

"You can watch the whole process. If there is anything different from the draft, I don't want this money!" Ren Bufan answered confidently.

"I don't believe it in vain. Let's sign a contract, have you brought your ID card?" asked the young man.

"Take it!" After receiving the ID card, I kept it with me and never left behind.

"Wait for me a while." The young man turned around and called a staff member and told him a few words.

Not long after, the staff brought back two computer-printed contracts, which were written by the young man based on the conversation with Ren Bufan just now.

The contract includes the wall painting area of ​​50 square meters, and the entertainment club will pay 15,000 yuan after completion. As Ren Bufan said, the wall painting should not be inconsistent with the draft or damaged, otherwise no fees will be paid, and Ren Bufan must compensate the entertainment club for the losses.

Because the wall painting is broken, they have to ask someone to deal with it and then repaint one side.

The young man handed the contract to Ren Bufan, and he took a copy and read it carefully to ensure that there were no omissions. Then he said to him: "After signing the contract, there will be legal benefits. I will leave a copy of your ID card. If there are any problems, you must bear all the responsibility."

"No problem!" Ren Bufan first took his ID card and went to the room next to him with the printer to copy a copy, and then returned to the young man.

"The contract signs your and my names and take effect! Think clearly, if you can't do it now, you can still leave." While the young man spoke, he held a pen and wrote the three words "Xie Daijun" in the position of Party A.

It turns out that his name is Xie Daijun.

Without hesitation, Ren Bufan picked up a pen and wrote his name on the two contracts: "Is this OK?"

Xie Daijun nodded and pointed a copy of Ren Bufan's identity with a pen: "Write it on it. This copy is only used for current contract accountability, and other uses are invalid!"

"Hmm?" Ren Bufan looked at him in confusion.

"If you don't write this sentence, I can do a lot of things with your copy." Xie Daijun said with a smile.

Is that true? Ren Bufan actually doesn't understand this very well. After all, he never handed over a copy of his ID card to others in his previous life.

If it is really what the other party said, others are pretty good. If it were someone else, who would tell you this?

He immediately took a pen and added a sentence to the copy of his ID card.

"Well, that's all!" Xie Daijun carefully checked the contract and the copy of his ID card, handed one of the contracts to Ren Bufan, and put the remaining one away with the copy of his ID card. "You have to know that signing the contract will have legal effects."

"Then can I draw it?" Ren Bufan asked.

"please!"

After permission, Ren Bufan walked directly to the wall and looked around. He didn't find any brushes or paint buckets. He turned around and asked, "Are there no ready-made wall painting tools here?"

"You shouldn't bring your own tools?" Xie Daijun said.

"Yes! Because I prepared the places I went before, I thought..." Ren Bufan was a little embarrassed, "Then I have to buy tools first..."

Xie Daijun was speechless: "You came without preparation?"

"Excuse me!"

"Forget it, I'll drive you there! I just know where to sell it." Xie Daijun stood up, "but you have to pay the money yourself."

"Of course!"

Fortunately, Xie Daijun was easy to talk to, so he took his car to the nearest shop and bought oil brushes specially used for wall paintings, acrylic paints specially used for wall paintings. He also bought some plastic buckets and color palettes, which cost more than 300 in total.

Of course, if you can earn 15,000 yuan, these hundreds of dollars are required.

Besides, there may not be tools in the next place, so you need to prepare them yourself.

Back to the entertainment club, unpack and adjust the color, Ren Bufan looked at the wall painting draft again, make sure to remember clearly, and immediately start painting with a pen.

Xie Daijun had seen others painting wall paintings, but they would always use a brush to carefully draw them, for fear of making mistakes.

So I was shocked to see Ren Bufan holding a pen and sliding quickly on the wall, then changing the pen and changing the color and then continuing to speed.

Especially since he didn’t compare the draft while drawing, isn’t this going to be ruined?

Just as I was about to step forward to stop it, I was surprised to find that Ren Bufan was drawing very fast, but the lines were very beautiful, making people feel very comfortable to look at.

I quickly picked up the draft and compared it carefully, but there was no difference?

"You've read it twice and remember the draft?" he asked in surprise.

"Yes!" Ren Bufan didn't look back and continued to paint on the wall. "If I painted something wrong, you can tell me!"

Xie Daijun was quite surprised. He took the draft and watched Ren Bufan quickly describe it, constantly comparing the wall painting content.

When a wall is painted, it is not bad at all.

And he realized that he saw that only 28 minutes had passed!

Ren Bufan did not stop and immediately went to the second wall to paint, and his speed did not slow down at all.

"It's so awesome!" I didn't believe it at all, but until I saw it with my own eyes, Xie Daijun couldn't hide his shock, "You are so skillful!"

Ren Bufan didn't speak and focused on wall painting.

Standing behind and watching for a while, Xie Daijun's face did not disappear. Then he suddenly took out a flip-type Motorola phone and asked, "Little brother, can I take a video?"

"Ah?" Ren Bufan stopped and looked back at the other party in confusion.

"You are so awesome, I want to record it." Xie Daijun said, "Don't worry, at most, let two or three good friends see it, and it won't be spread."

Ren Bufan thought, if you want to spread it, it would be like advertising for free to me, and you can't bear it!

So he nodded and continued to paint on the wall.

Xie Daijun took a mobile phone behind to take a photo and recorded Ren Bufan's back splashing ink and the rapidly forming wall painting.

He was the only one watching. After a while, two staff members finished their work. When they walked here, they found that their boss was taking a cell phone to photograph the fat man. When they saw his pen look like he was walking, they took out their cell phones and stood beside the boss to take pictures.

"Hey! No photography can be done without permission!" After Xie Daijun discovered it, he hurriedly stopped it.

"It's okay!" Ren Bufan didn't look back, "Photos are casually taken. It would be even better if he could help me promote it or find some new work for me!"

"How is that?" Xie Daijun felt relieved when he heard this, "As long as the wall painting is sure that there is no error, I will try my best to promote it for you."

"Thank you!"

After obtaining permission, several staff members joined the onlookers and took out all the mobile phones to shoot the scene.

Ren Bufan thought, don’t you have to work?

Xie Daijun, the boss, actually agreed to them being lazy and watching?

Of course, maybe they can promote themselves for free, which is a good thing for them.

But I was suddenly watched by so many people and I couldn’t adapt very much. I could only try not to look back, suggesting that there was no one behind me and focusing on the wall painting.

It took two hours and thirty-one minutes to complete the last transaction.

Ren Bufan checked carefully to make sure there were no errors, and then he breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay! Check it out."

"Get out of the way, don't have to work?" Xie Daijun then saved the video, put away his phone, and drove away the onlookers.

"Check it out!" Ren Bufan began to clean up the dye and brushes.

Xie Daijun had admiration in his tone and directly raised his thumb with his right hand: "No need! I just recorded the whole video, and there was no mistake from beginning to end. Whether it is your memory or painter, this is it!"

After hearing what he said, Ren Bufan felt relieved.

In fact, what I fear most is that the other party deliberately tells something right and robs the cost.

Xie Daijun seems not to be such a person.

"Then are you satisfied?" he asked carefully.

"Satisfied! Can you still be dissatisfied with this?" Xie Daijun walked over and patted his shoulder, "Little brother, I can't tell if you are fat, you are first-class!"

What is the relationship between fat and strength?

Without caring about this sentence, Ren Bufan finished packing up his paintings and turned to Xie Daijun and said, "That's the cost..."

"Don't worry! I'll ask the accountant to withdraw money immediately, and you won't be missing." Xie Daijun smiled and said, "You have good skills, where did you learn it? You seem to be just an adult. Are the elders in your family painters and painted since elementary school? Art family?"

"No!" Ren Bufan shook his head and said, "My parents are both ordinary workers, and the elders in the family don't know how to draw. They just like it more, so they practiced since childhood."

He couldn't say that he had just gotten the gold finger and had only been drawing for two weeks.

"Are you taught yourself?"

"Um!"

"Genius!" Xie Daijun's eyes lit up.

"I'm not a genius, I just like painting..."
Chapter completed!