The middle-aged man listened to Wu Chengfeng's words, he looked Wu Chengfeng up and down, and asked, "Do you know how to draw?"

Wu Chengfeng smiled and said, "You can draw a little! Boss, do you sell it or not?"

The middle-aged man thought about it for a while and felt that this deal was a good deal. So, the middle-aged man hurriedly nodded and agreed: "Deal!"

Wu Chengfeng turned his head, looked at Chen Xiaorui, and said, "Xiaorui, can you let me lend you twenty yuan?"

"Yes!" Chen Xiaorui said, and handed Wu Chengfeng the twenty yuan change that the middle-aged man had found her.

After Wu Chengfeng handed over the twenty yuan to the middle-aged man, he picked a flawless folding fan from the blank folding fan pile on the table, and then sat in the middle-aged man's original position and began to adjust the color.

The middle-aged man's eyes widened in surprise when he saw Wu Chengfeng skillfully blending two or three colors into one color.

After Wu Chengfeng adjusted several colors, he began to draw with a brush, and after a few strokes, he could see that Wu Chengfeng was painting a bird.

Wu Chengfeng had no distractions, and he carefully sketched and covered. After a while, a lifelike bird appears on the rice paper.

"Brother Xiaofeng, what kind of bird are you painting, so beautiful!" Chen Xiaorui exclaimed.

Wu Chengfeng glanced back at Chen Xiaorui and said, "I drew a kingfisher picture!"

After Wu Chengfeng finished speaking, he began to draw again. Chen Xiaorui saw Wu Chengcheng's attentive look, and didn't dare to disturb him anymore.

Wu Chengfeng painted for about ten more minutes, and completely drew a kingfisher stepping on a lotus canopy. Kingfishers look down at the water, as if waiting for a small fish to show their tracks.

After Wu Chengfeng finished painting, he gestured with his hand, and finally, in the lower left corner, the date and the name he used to paint, Wu Fengmu. Wu Chengfeng put the brush on the pen rest, he shook his sour hand, picked up the folding fan and blew it with his mouth, after the lamp ink dried, Wu Chengfeng closed it without authorization, and said to Chen Xiaorui with a smile: "Xiaorui, this fan is for you!"

"Ah!" Chen Xiaorui was surprised and delighted, she didn't expect Wu Chengfeng to paint for so long, just to give it to her.

Wu Chengfeng was stunned when he saw Chen Xiaorui, and said, "What's the matter?"

"I like it! It's so beautiful!" Chen Xiaorui said, snatching the fan from Wu Chengfeng's hand, she opened the fan and admired it carefully, looking like she couldn't put it down.

Wu Chengfeng smiled and said, "Xiaorui, we should go back!"

"Okay!" Chen Xiaorui took the folding fan and happily followed Wu Chengfeng in the direction of the dormitory.

The middle-aged man watched Wu Chengfeng and Chen Xiaorui disappear into the street, he frowned and muttered, "Wu Fengmu...... Wu Fengmu...... Why do you think you've heard that name before?"

When the middle-aged man caught a glimpse of Wu Chengfeng's used brush, suddenly, as if a lightning bolt struck his mind. The middle-aged man's eyes widened and blurted out, "It's him!"

As an amateur painter, the middle-aged man has paid attention to some famous peers on the Internet, including the Internet celebrity painter Wu Fengmu. When the middle-aged man saw a painting by Wu Fengmu, which was hyped to tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands, he was envious. When the middle-aged man first saw Wu Fengmu's name, he didn't think that Wu Fengmu was the painter who moved the whole country. When the man came to his senses, it was too late, he threw down the painting stall and chased to the end of the alley, and he didn't see Wu Chengfeng and Chen Xiaorui again. The middle-aged man hung his head, he regretted that he didn't ask Wu Chengfeng for two paintings just now, if that was the case, he would have given it tens of thousands of yuan.

Chen Xiaorui got Wu Chengfeng's painting fan, happy like a doll who had just received an award certificate when she was a child, she lowered the fan painted by a middle-aged man to Wu Chengfeng, and she herself took the fan painted by Wu Chengfeng and opened and closed it from time to time, a look of love but cautious, for fear of breaking it.

Wu Chengfeng looked at Chen Xiaorui's childish appearance, and secretly laughed in his heart. At this moment, Chen Xiaorui's phone suddenly rang. When Chen Xiaorui took out the phone and saw the caller, she couldn't help frowning, but she still connected the phone.

"Hey, sister-in-law, what's the matter?" asked Chen Xiaorui, trying to calm herself.

Wu Chengfeng was standing next to him, and when he saw Chen Xiaorui answering the phone, he said, "Mmmm! I know!"

After Chen Xiaorui finished calling, she looked at Wu Chengfeng helplessly, looking like she wanted to speak and stopped.

"What's wrong?Xiaorui, is there something wrong with your sister-in-law's call?" Wu Chengfeng asked with concern.

Chen Xiaorui sighed and said, "My sister-in-law just said on the phone that there was a call from the store, so let's go back to work in the store quickly!"

"Then let's go back!" Wu Chengfeng said indifferently.

"Really! I won't let you take a good rest for half a day!" Chen Xiaorui muttered with an unhappy face.

Dissatisfied to dissatisfied, Chen Xiaorui still reluctantly walked to the store with Wu Chengfeng.

After Wu Chengfeng and Chen Xiaorui returned to the store, Zhang Jia and Chen Xiaoyong were already cleaning and cutting side dishes in the store. After Zhang Jia saw Wu Chengfeng and Chen Xiaorui, he snorted coldly and said, "Why did you come back so slowly!"

Chen Xiaorui frowned, she couldn't help but refute, and Wu Chengfeng and Wu Chengfeng did their own work. After a while, customers came to the door, and the small shop began to get busy again. This busy work was busy until half past two in the afternoon, and the guests gradually walked out. There were no customers in the store, so Zhang Jia asked Wu Chengfeng and Chen Xiaorui to bring out the staff meal to eat. Wu Chengfeng and the others had just eaten a few bites, and two people walked in. When Chen Xiaorui saw the guests coming, she quickly put down her chopsticks, got up to greet them, and asked with a pleasant face, "Hello, what do you want to eat?"

The two people who came in were fat and thin, fat in their early thirties, with a big shaved head, and a big golden chain around their necks, and I don't know if it was real or fake. Under the large chain, from the neckline of the black casual suit, a hideous wolf head can be seen tattooed on the neck. The other thin man was younger than the fat man, about twenty-five or sixteen years old, and he had dyed explosive blond hair, just like the "Kill Matt Boy" that swept the Internet a few years ago.

The fat man glanced at Chen Xiaorui, then at Wu Chengfeng, rolled his eyes, and asked, "Who of you is the boss of this store?"

Wu Chengfeng noticed that the fat man and the thin man were all gangster, and now he heard the question mark of the fat man, Wu Chengfeng estimated that these two people were not here to eat properly, I am afraid that they were here to find trouble, and he couldn't help but be secretly worried.

Chen Xiaoyong glanced at his wife Zhang Jia, and he saw that Zhang Jia was also staring at the two people who came in. Chen Xiaoyong hesitated for a moment, he stood up, and said uneasily: "I'm the boss, is there anything wrong with the two of you?"