rushed all the way to the park, at that time the park was still relatively deserted, and there were only a few uncles and aunts who exercised in the morning.

Rong Zheng walked to a place with ease, put the wooden planks on the shelf, and then neatly displayed the drawing paper, paint, his own pencils, and brushes on the small table next to him.

Originally, Rong Zheng only planned to draw sketches, but in the past few days, people have been asking him if he can paint something similar to ink painting.

This kind of painting is not very easy to draw, and it is much more laborious than sketching.

But when there were more people asking, Rong Zheng was moved. Since so many people have demand, it means that there is a market.

He's just going to try it today, and if there are a lot of people painting and the effect is good, he can add it.

After all, the price of ink painting is much higher than that of sketches, and one can be worth ten sketches.

He hadn't tried it before, because he was afraid that customers wouldn't be able to accept such an expensive price, and the demand would not be very large.

However, judging from the situation in the past few days, there are still quite a lot of customers who want ink painting.

At nearly ten o'clock, the park began to come alive one after another.

The wind and sunshine are mild, and it is a good day for traveling.

Rong Zheng's booth gradually surrounded many people.

Now, he is drawing a sketch of a woman and a six-year-old girl.

There are more sketches and paintings, and Rong Zheng's speed has also made a qualitative leap.

In less than ten minutes, the portraits of the two of them came to life on the paper, and even the lines of their hair were extremely realistically similar.

The woman was very satisfied, and paid very happily.

This is like star benefits, if one person's success comes first, others will naturally follow suit.

Those people gathered around to watch the excitement before, and after seeing Rong Zheng's superb painting, they were originally more hesitant, and there was nothing to hesitate.

At the moment, there are several people queuing up to paint portraits, and there is even a family portrait.

Even if it is a sketch, Rong Zheng treats every portrait equally seriously, and even achieves a kind of nitpicking rigor in the details.

Including the character's hair, eyes, and the customer's own unique temperament are perfectly reproduced under Rong Zheng's hands.

It's as realistic as if it was taken by a black and white camera, but with the texture of a sketch.

After nearly ten more sketches, a customer finally came in who wanted to paint ink paintings.

The first time you draw ink painting, you must do a good job in order to achieve a good publicity effect.

The customer asked for an ancient image based on his appearance, with a suitable background.

This customer is relatively sturdy, with a dignified face of the Chinese character, and is not angry and arrogant.

After Rong Zheng observed carefully, he began to put pen to paper and walk the dragon snake.

About half an hour later, a map of the general's troops appeared on paper.

Both the image and the scene fit perfectly, as if the person was really involved in the scene in the painting.

If sketches can't illustrate the level of painting, this atmospheric ink painting is enough to illustrate Rong Zheng's level.

In the distance is a towering city wall with a blood-red sunset hanging from it.

Outside the city walls, the approaching general was reorganizing the army for the final confirmation.

Dressed in military uniform and armed with a silver spear, he solemnly inspected the neatly lined soldiers below.

In the distance is an endless stretch of loess, smeared with blood-red sunlight, as if to herald the arrival of a fierce battle.

Desolate and bleak, but solemn, the whole style of painting is atmospheric and heroic, the ink and wash are very natural, and contain infinite artistic conception.

From the face of the middle-aged man, it can be seen that he is shocked and loves Rong Zheng's painting, and it is estimated that he never thought that he would one day become such a majestic general.

Carefully picked up the painting and wanted to take it home and frame it immediately, but on the other hand, he looked at Rong Zheng in disbelief.

I guess that a man who sells paintings in a park can have such painting skills?

This is probably the most successful publicity, when I see how this experience of ink painting came into being little by little.

Some customers who had planned to sketch directly changed to ink painting.

Because the ink painting attracted many customers to come to see the excitement, and the crowded scene attracted other people who did not know the truth to come and watch the excitement.

Rong Zheng's small stall was gradually surrounded by three layers inside and three layers outside, and the water could not be leaked.

As a price, from ten o'clock in the morning to two o'clock in the afternoon, Rong Zheng painted one painting after another, although the money continued to enter his wallet, his hands were sorely swollen from holding them for a long time, and they were even stiff as if they were not his own.

The midday sun is not the most poisonous, and the sunniest time of the day is two o'clock in the afternoon.

At this time, the people around Rong Zheng dispersed a lot, and they all went to those cooler places.

Rong Zheng's fair skin was flushed with sunburn, and his face was dripping with sweat, so he didn't have time to find a tissue to wipe it, so he could only occasionally use his sleeve to wipe a handful of sweat droplets that were about to fall into his eyes.

The back of the black short sleeves he wore was already wet, but the scorching sun was still scorching the earth mercilessly.

The lines on the concrete floor seemed to be bent, and the whole air seemed to be distorted by the heat.

Wen Zhuo originally just passed by this park and walked to the nearby commercial building, but he didn't want to see Rong Zheng here.

Although there were still a lot of people around, Wen Zhuo could still see Rong Zheng who was painting there seriously from the gap in the middle of the crowd.

His face was almost peeling from the sun, and the hand holding the pen trembled slightly.

Judging by the paint consumption next to him, he has already painted a lot of paintings.

"Sir, I'd like to ask this man not far away, when did he come here to paint?"

The middle-aged man who was casually caught by Wen Zhuo was the one who asked Rong Zheng to paint ink painting not long ago, and immediately answered enthusiastically when he heard his question.

"He's been selling paintings here two weeks ago. Brother, are you going to go and ask him to sketch? Let me tell you, he is a master at painting ink paintings! I think that level is much better than any other painter I know!"

The middle-aged uncle praised him again and again, and seemed to want to try his best to promote Wen Zhuo to paint ink paintings.

Two weeks ago?

Wasn't it the moment when Rong Zheng lent him money?

Thinking of this, what else did Wen Zhuo not understand? I am afraid that it was Rong Zheng who gave him all his savings, so he had to come to the park to sell paintings for a living.

The middle-aged uncle chattered and praised for a long time, but Wen Zhuo looked at Rong Zheng who was painting in front of him like a statue.

So he left bored.

Wen Zhuo looked at Rong Zheng, who was almost unable to open his eyes and was furrowed by sweat, his eyes were very complicated.

It was far more shocking than knowing that Song Minghao had quarreled with Xiao Qi yesterday.