The white pigeon on the side trembled, and turned his head to Fang Zigu next to him, his eyes showing gratitude.

The small hall was quiet again~

After a few seconds, Liu Yishui's face became even more gloomy, and a flame was brewing in his eyes, reflecting his pockmarked face.

"This parent!" Liu Yishui paused word by word, as if he wanted to turn every word of his into an "Italian cannon" and blast at the Sven scum with black-rimmed glasses in the distance!

"What if this student is your family!!"

"That's great!" Fang Zigu said in surprise.

"If my family has such a strong talent for painting, I will definitely focus on cultivating it!"

Liu Yishui was furious, and he snorted angrily: "Sure enough, what kind of parents there are, what kind of students are! According to what you say, all the students are just doing creative work at home!"

Fang Zigu frowned when he heard this.

He stood straight, looked at Liu Yishui without squinting, and said lightly: "Teacher Liu, I'm talking about things, not raising the bar with you, what you asked me about this painting is." I answer you with a layman who has seen countless cartoons: This painting is very good!

"What if this student is at the bottom of the entire grade in every exam! As a parent, what should you do?" Liu Yishui said gloomily.

"Oh?" Hearing this, a wicked smile appeared at the corner of Fang Zigu's mouth, he pushed his eyes, retracted his fist a few times, and made a crisp "click" sound, and then said in an extremely affirmative tone: "First of all, I will support him very much!"

When the surrounding parents heard Fang Zigu's words, they all turned their heads and ears in an instant.

The thin shoulders of the white dove next to him shook violently and lowered his head.

Liu Yishui laughed angrily and said coldly: "Students have parents like you, it is really 'fortunate for three lives'!"

"Teacher Liu, don't worry, please listen to me first. Fang Zigu spread his ten fingers and put them on the table.

"Of course, I will definitely tell my children that it is not right to spend study time drawing!"

Fang Zigu's pronunciation was clear and full of syllables, and his voice seemed to have a magical power, making the surrounding parents listen to his words together.

"I would tell him that a person, no matter how great he has achieved, needs to have enough knowledge to be a source of motivation to move forward. Knowledge is the foundation, the foundation, and the stone on which the foundation is built, and it can enable a person to have no worries on the road ahead! The more solid the foundation, the greater the achievements in the future.

If a writer does not have enough knowledge as a foundation, then no matter how novel his ideas are, the works he writes will seem empty. The author will taste like chewing wax when he reads it, just like forgetting to put salt in cooking; if a cartoonist does not have rich knowledge and sufficient experience as the foundation, then no matter how beautiful and beautiful the things he draws, his works will lack a unique soul. When the audience looks at it, they will feel that the work is lifeless, just like the finishing touch is missing. ”

Speaking of this, a mysterious brilliance burst out in Fang Zigu's eyes, he pushed his eyes, looked around, and said in a low voice:

"I would say to my children: If your goal is really to become a good cartoonist, then work hard for this dream!

But the premise is that if you learn the knowledge well, the work you create is not just a beautiful picture, but a painting with a soul! Turn the knowledge and ideas you have learned into the soul of your work, and then deeply sink into the reader's head!

Let others never imitate, let others see this image, and know that the image you draw is the she/he/it! the only and forever irreplaceable her/he/it!"

After Fang Zigu's words were finished, the venue was quiet at first, and then burst into warm applause!

Among them, the most energetic drum is the white dove next to Fang Zigu.

She clapped her little hands vigorously and desperately, and a pair of small hands that seemed to be made of dough were red.

She bit her lip, and the crystal tears with tears revealed a strange look.

That look is full of enlightenment and deep expectation and yearning for the future!

Outside the auditorium, Su Meizhen looked at her energetic son in the room, and a faint sourness and relief appeared in her heart.

Son, it's really grown up!

The applause slowly quieted down, and the parents in the venue looked excited.

They seem to have grasped some new way of educating their children, but they don't know how to use it.

Liu Yishui looked at this young man who was a little too much and a little boyish in a daze, and he couldn't imagine that these words came out of his mouth!

"Woo ......"

The bell rang outside the small hall, Liu Yishui glanced at Fang Zigu in a complicated way, turned his head and left the small hall.

Fang Zigu slowly stood up from the stool and secretly wiped the sweat from his palms under the stool.

God knows how nervous he was just now, and what he said just now was completely based on his mother's usual way of upbringing.

Of course, there is also a part of his nonsense, he doesn't even have children, and he knows how to educate a fart.

There's no way, catch the ducks on the shelves, pretend!

Fang Zigu just left his seat and found a group of parents surrounding him in the middle.

Parents held their mobile phones and wanted to add him to WeChat, and after speaking, they discussed ways to educate their children.

Behind a group of tall parents, the father with a lot of money, his short, round body kept jumping, and his mouth was open like a frog to look into the middle of the crowd.

Ten minutes later, Fang Zigu's WeChat had more than a dozen friends, and of course, there were many parents who scoffed at Fang Zigu's tirade and didn't bother to pay attention to it.

When the parents all walked out, Qian Duoduo's father wiped his sweat, took out a gilded business card from the leather bag in his hand, and handed it to Fang Zigu.

Fang Zigu took it and looked at it.

D City Jinshan Housing Leasing Co., Ltd.

Chairman: Qian Jinshan.

Fang Zigu watched the father and son leave the small hall with a wistful look, thinking that these two people really deserve to be father and son, one is Qian Jinshan, and the other is Qian Duoduo.

Together, isn't it a lot of gold.

Looking at the big words "housing rental" on Qian Jinshan's business card, Fang Zi suddenly thought of renting an office, and then thought of starting a company, and naturally thought of the cartoon just now.

Thus, he thought of the novel he was writing.

If he wants to raise more fans, writing alone is obviously not enough.

And the system stipulates that the money in his hand cannot exceed 200,000, why not think about opening a company?

It's better to start a comic company.

First, you can make your works known to more people and collect more fans through comics.

Second, the money withdrawn by the system will also be useful.

As for the name, he has already thought of it, and it will be called "Little Bird Comics".

Thinking of this, he turned his head to the white pigeon on the side and said, "Bai Pigeon, do you know who the student who used his study time to draw cartoons is that your homeroom teacher said? I want to get to know him." ”

When the white pigeon heard this, his snow-white face suddenly turned into a big red apple.

She fiddled with her fingers, lowered her head, and twisted, "Brother Fang...... Teacher, the student the teacher said, that is, I ......"