Ten thousand yuan was successfully obtained, and a thick stack of banknotes made Ren Bufan both excited and nervous.

It was already around 16 pm when I came out of the entertainment club. The main reason was that the other party’s accountant needed to post a list, so it took a little time.

I originally wanted to take advantage of the victory and make more money, but it took more than an hour to take the bus, so it would be troublesome if I couldn't catch the last bus.

What is more troublesome now is that in addition to the painting tools when they came out, wall paint and plastic buckets were added, and both hands were filled with them.

I can barely carry it, but it's very difficult, and I'll be breathing hard after walking a few steps.

Not convenient!

Speaking of which, I went to the city to draw wall paintings. I don’t need this painting board and ordinary painting tools for the time being, so there is no need to bring them with me.

Tomorrow, just bring only wall painting tools and dyes.

I walked towards the nearest bus stop, thinking about whether to continue looking for work here tomorrow, or rent a house first, and then buy a computer to prepare the studio.

Ten5,000 yuan is enough to assemble a computer with low configuration, and rent a house and pull up an Internet cable.

Of course, it is best to have a rental house with the Internet to save trouble.

"Hey!" As he walked, he suddenly heard someone shouting, "Little fat man! Little fat man!"

I subconsciously turned around and found that the sound came from the bus driving across the road.

When driving in the car window at the back, an old man was waving to himself: "Wait! Wait there!"

Isn’t this the gallery owner? That lustful old man!

Ren Bufan thought why did he meet again? He didn't bother to pay attention to him and walked straight to the bus stop in front.

When I arrived at the bus stop, I put down my painting tools and waited temporarily.

But before the bus arrived, the old man had already gotten off at the front stop and walked straight through the sidewalk towards him.

When he arrived, the old man gasped: "Little fat man, didn't you ask you to wait?"

"I'm not called a little fat man!" Ren Bufan was too lazy to look at him.

"Why haven't you seen you during this period? You don't go to Luogu Temple anymore?" the old man asked.

"Uncle, it's not your business, right? By the way, how do you know I'm here?"

"I just took a bus to the mall to buy things, and I happened to see you." The old man looked down at Ren Bufan's tools, "What's the mess?"

"Uncle, we are not familiar with each other." Ren Bufan looked around and saw if there was a car coming. "I'm going home, you hurry up and go to the mall!"

"Why, because I didn't come to the gallery if I said last time? Why are young people not at all enterprising?" the old man sighed, "Let's go and talk to my gallery."

"Sorry, I'm rushing home!"

"It's not so short!" said the old man, "I finally met you, and I have to talk to you. If you want to draw, you have to learn to look at things from an artistic perspective. You can't fall into clichés, otherwise it will be difficult to make progress."

"Uncle, if you are still going to fool me and ask me to draw the picture of the Fruit Girl, there is nothing to talk about!" Ren Bufan directly interrupted him, "No matter whether it is art or anything, I am not going to study this."

"You kid are so stubborn!" said the old man, "Don't you want to improve your artistic cultivation at all?"

Ren Bufan rolled his eyes and thought to himself that the girl who painted fruits was to improve her artistic cultivation. You, a lustful old man, could really fool him.

Seeing that he ignored him, the old man continued, "Your painting level is actually not low now, and it has a great future. As long as you can make a little breakthrough, you will definitely be popular! Tell you, how much money can you make in a day when drawing sketches? Listen to me, you can earn four or five hundred yuan in a painting. If you become famous in the future, you will earn more! If you want to be a painter, you have to seize the opportunity and make reasonable use of the resources around you."

"Sorry, I'm not interested! Go and fool others!" Ren Bufan didn't even look at him, and continued to look at the intersection to see if the bus came.

"Why don't you listen to your advice? I'm for your own good!" The old man looked down at the painting tools, "You just painted people like this...why are you doing this? You also painted wall paintings for people?"

"yes!"

"I'm willing to fall into depravity! I have such a good talent, but I actually went to do such a thing." The old man shook his head and said, "Is it a pity? How much money can I make in painting that thing?"

Don’t make money? I got 15,000 today!

Of course, Ren Bufan just thought about it in his heart and could not tell him.

When I saw the bus coming in front, I quickly bent down and picked up the tools.

"Don't be anxious first!" The old man hurriedly stopped him, waved his hand when the bus came, indicating that no one would take the bus.

"Hey!" Ren Bufan looked at the bus leaving, very unhappy, "What are you doing?"

"You go to the gallery with me, it won't take much time!" The old man directly picked up Ren Bufan's painting board and backpack, "I'll talk for a few casual words, it won't be too long."

"I'm not interested!"

"Just chat!" The old man looked back, "The one behind can be reached directly, come here quickly."

"Hey! Return the things to me! Robbery?"

"I'll give it back to you when I get to the gallery. Speed ​​up! Get those messy plastic buckets."

"You took the wrong medicine, are you?" Ren Bufan wanted to take back the painting tools, but he was afraid that the old man would be cheated by him.

If someone who is about the same age as him dares to do this, he would have slapped him.

This old man really hates it. What exactly does he want?

I feel unwilling to do so, but I can’t do anything to draw tools.

As a result, the old man took another bus and came all the way to the gallery.

The old man asked Ren Bufan to put the painting tools aside and took him straight upstairs to enter a wide living room.

"sit!"

"I said that I will definitely not draw a picture of a fruit girl!"

"Sit first!" The old man pulled a chair himself and sat down facing Ren Bufan.

There was no choice but to sit down.

"Boy, I think you need money very much." The old man raised his legs and looked at him and asked, "Is the family's conditions good?"

"I won't draw a picture of a fruit girl!" Ren Bufan said calmly.

"Who is your teacher? I can't tell you."

"I won't draw a picture of a fruit girl!"

"Can you have a good chat?"

"I won't draw a picture of a fruit girl!"

The old man's mouth twitched: "No painting! No painting picture of the fruit girl! Is that OK? Can you have a good chat now?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Your personality is really annoying," the old man's expression was depressed. "There are all this virtues for art! Disgusting!"

"I'm leaving!" Ren Bufan stood up and acted to leave.

The old man hurriedly reached out to dissuade him: "Okay, okay! I won't comment, okay? Let's talk about the serious matter!"

"What's there to talk about? Anyway, you just want me to draw a picture of a fruit girl."

"I'm for your own good...oh, forget it!" the old man sighed, "Let's not talk about the fruit girl picture today, right?"

"What are you talking about?"

"I think you are very short of money. Most of the art people are short of money." The old man said, "You also know that I run a gallery and know the best-selling paintings and what are popular. Currently, my gallery in our city is my, and there are countless people who want to sell paintings here. I think you have talent and may achieve certain achievements in painting in the future, so I kindly help you."

"Help me? Does it mean to let me draw a picture of a girl in the fruit?" Ren Bufan looked a little contemptuous.

"Your worldly vision really makes me feel heartbroken! That's called art! Do you understand art?" The old man shook his head, "Forget it, let's not mention this! Can you draw anything except the Fruit Girl Picture?"

"yes!"

"Okay, I want you to copy a shrimp from Qi Baishi on the spot!" said the old man.

"Copy?"

"You can wait here." The old man stood up and went downstairs, and soon came back with a volume of picture albums and spread them on the table.

This is an ink-style painting with six vivid shrimps on it, even the beards are particularly realistic.

There is also an inscription next to it, the paintings of the famous painter Qi Baishi.

"The original work?" Ren Bufan took a closer look and asked curiously.

"The imitation, but it is very similar to the original." The old man said, "If I have an original, why should I collect this one? Try copying it according to this!"

"What's the point?"

"Do you want to make money? As long as I think it can, the paintings can be placed here for consignment in the future. This is better than wandering around outside by yourself."

Ren Bufan wanted to say that he earned 15,000 yuan in one day. How good can you be here?

But after thinking about it, I was actually lucky today. If the entertainment club doesn’t need wall painting, maybe I will return in one day and won’t make any money.

Who knows if you can find a job smoothly tomorrow?

If the gallery really can consign paintings, as long as you don’t let yourself draw the fruit girl, it will be considered a stable income, right?

"My paintings can really be consigned here? Didn't you say there is no artistic conception?" Ren Bufan asked.

"So you can't draw a picture with artistic conception?" the old man asked, "I often have students from the art university coming over here and begging me to send their paintings. If you didn't see that you have some strength, why would I have done so much?"
To be continued...