The three of them continued to eat, drink, and chat, and Yang Qiu also ignored the two white-eyed wolves next to him who were fighting the autumn wind, and followed his lunch desperately.

If you don't eat it again, you will be picked up by Li Hanxiang's kid.

After chatting with each other, Yang Qiu also vaguely and briefly learned about Li Hanxiang's origin.

This guy is from Liao Province, and his family is a big family, with many relatives such as seven aunts and eight aunts. When he was a little older, his family was bored, so he went to a certain art school in Peking alone, and he didn't learn anything else, but learned the kung fu of painting.

Of course, this is only scratching the surface.

It's a pity that he hasn't finished reading the book yet, and as a result, this guy got into a lot of trouble by being naughty, and the art school directly expelled him. This guy must be embarrassed to go home if he doesn't finish his studies, and he wanders around Beiping for three or four months, and he is infected with a smell of Beijing oil.

Fortunately, there was another art school in the magic capital later, and this guy asked someone to successfully get the admission qualifications, so he set off from Peking to the magic capital and continued to be his student.

I didn't think that this guy had been wandering in Beiping for several months, and the habits of Jingyouzi that he had dyed were also brought to the magic capital, and he was poor all day long, which made many teachers big.

As a result, in less than half a year, this girl had another 'big disaster' and was expelled from the school again.

He's even more embarrassed to go home now.

Just ran out of Beiping in a gray way, and now he has slapped a big mouth in the magic capital, Li Hanxiang feels that he has no face to stay in the magic capital.

Later, when I saw that many people were running to Xiangjiang at this time, Li Hanxiang was also in his heart, so he simply stopped studying, and ran to Xiangjiang as soon as he slipped away, and began to work to find a life.

It's just that this life is not so easy, people like Yang Qiu, who know a mouthful of foreign languages, are setting up stalls, not to mention Li Hanxiang, a person who has learned half a bucket of water.

So it didn't take long for Li Hanxiang to use up all the coils, and even the last few dollars were contributed to the horse ticket, but he lost with a bare ass.

Li Hanxiang, who was desperate, was still thinking about which 'friend' to go to fight in the autumn breeze these days, but fortunately he finally remembered that he was still a skilled person, and his eyes lit up, so he made a drawing board, collected a few blank papers, and came out to sell paintings.

"Wait!" Yang Qiu picked his teeth with a bamboo stick, and suddenly felt that something was wrong: "Aren't you out of money?

Maybe it was because he was full of food and drink, or maybe he was looking at Yang Qiu's good face, Li Hanxiang turned his head to see that there were no outsiders around, so he leaned over to Yang Qiu and whispered: "Hehe, if I don't make any money later, I'll run away immediately, and I won't come to this street in the future." Besides, I live in Kowloon, so they can't cross the sea to trouble me for a few cents, hehe!"

“……”

Looking at Li Hanxiang with a smug face in front of him, Yang Qiu finally understood the meaning of the sentence "If you are cheap, you are invincible".

"Well, since you have no money, how do you cross the sea?"

"It's a trivial matter, just wait for the big deal and then draw two portraits of the boat owner. ”

“……”

The three of them finished their lunch slowly, and waited for Lao Xue to clean up the tables, chairs and pans, clean up a little, and then began to set up their own stalls.

Bamboo pole Wu has the most equipment, tables, chairs, cloth banners, etc., in order to show his fame, he can fool people, the materials are all the best, and a large piece is full.

Yang Qiu's stall also has a large area, but his stall is simple. The package was opened and spread directly on the ground, and then the books were neatly arranged, and a few newspapers that others had dropped after breakfast were pulled away, and a cushion was placed under the buttocks, which was considered open.

This time is not long or short, and when the two of them finished tossing, they looked at Li Hanxiang and immediately smiled.

Hey, this guy's stall is probably the easiest.

Looking at it, there was nothing on Li Hanxiang's stall at this time, only the guy stood there stupidly, but on the wall behind the stall, a piece of white paper was pasted, on which twelve words were written - sketch portrait one yuan, sketch portrait two.

Yo, this portrait is quite expensive, well, the words are not bad.

Seeing Li Hanxiang standing there stupidly, Yang Qiu stood up funny and angry, walked to the stupid boy, looked at the white paper posted and said with a smile: "Little Lizi, I know this sketch, what is a sketch?"

"Sketch, you don't know this!" Li Hanxiang despised Yang Qiu, raised the paper and pen in his hand and showed off: "Do you want me to demonstrate it to you?"

Yang Qiu's eyes lit up at this time, he hadn't seen a real painter yet, and now he had to see how much skill this guy had, so he also raised his head and replied: "Yo, then I'll see the skills of our great painter today, whether it's a mule or a horse, we still have to take it out." ”

"Phew, you're the mule. ”

Seeing that he was looked down upon by Yang Qiu, Li Hanxiang glared at him hatefully, and he didn't argue anymore, he directly held the pen in one hand and pressed the drawing board on his waist with the other, and after looking at Yang Qiu twice, he drew 'swish'.

Seeing that Li Hanxiang really had the momentum of a painter at this time, Yang Qiu couldn't help but trust him a little, and quietly moved his steps to look at the drawing board in Li Hanxiang's hand.

Yo, this guy really has some skills!

Obviously, it was not half a minute before Li Hanxiang started, but on the drawing board in his hand, he sketched it twice, and he had already drawn the outline of Yang Qiu's face, and at this time he began to draw eyes for that outline.

Yang Qiu was immediately convinced of Li Hanxiang's painting skills, this is an artistic talent, if he wants to paint, it would be good not to paint a riot.

Yang Qiu was still sighing in this box, and over there, he saw Li Hanxiang draw two more strokes casually, then put away the pen and picked up the drawing paper, patted Yang Qiu's chest, and said proudly: "Hmph, the painting is done, Master Yang, you can give us a tasting." ”

Damn, it's not even three minutes!

Yang Qiu was stunned and picked up the piece of drawing paper and looked at it, only to see that on the white drawing paper, lightly sketched with more than thirty strokes, and Yang Qiu, who was slightly tilted his head and slightly open his face with mockery, had already jumped on the paper.

This painting skill is simply amazing.

"Tut-tut......" Yang Qiu looked at the drawing paper and smashed his mouth twice, and praised: "Little Lizi, I really didn't expect you to really be able to draw, these few times are not bad." ”

"That's because I think I was ...... at school."

"Hey, hey, old Wu. ”

Li Hanxiang was just about to boast about himself, but as soon as he spoke, he was interrupted by Yang Qiu.

I saw that Yang Qiu was holding a drawing paper and ignoring Li Hanxiang, turned his head and began to shout to Wu Wu, a bamboo pole sitting next to the hexagram stall: "Old Wu, come here, look at the painting drawn by Xiao Lizi, it's really good, hurry up and ask him to bring you a sketch, it's free." ”

"Really?" asked the thin bamboo pole Wu with sparkling eyes, his favorite free things.

"Fake! Fake!" Li Hanxiang hurriedly interrupted Yang Qiu's big mouth and replied at the top of his throat: "How can it be free, sketch one piece, sketch two ......"

Smack-

"Oh, surnamed Yang, what are you doing?" Li Hanxiang looked at Yang Qiu's raised right hand, touched the back of his head and asked unceremoniously, with a look of teeth and claws on his face.

"I said, have you ever set up a stall?"

"What?!"

Li Hanxiang was slightly stunned, and couldn't figure out what the relationship between setting up a stall and being beaten in the back of the head was.

It's really a newborn calf - I don't understand anything!

Yang Qiu sighed secretly in his heart, pointed to his own stall with the thumb of his right hand and said, "You kid, take a good look, what's the difference between our stalls." ”

"Different?" Li Hanxiang was directly confused by Yang Qiu's actions, glanced at Yang Qiu and Wu's stall, and replied: "Isn't this nonsense, you are a booksstand, and Angkor is a ......"

Smack-

"Oops, you're hitting people again!"

"It's your pig's head that hits you. Yang Qiu looked like he hated iron but not steel, and asked hatefully: "Do you see clearly, what does my bookstall sell?"

"What are you selling?" Li Hanxiang was stunned for a moment and replied: "Sell books." ”

"Is there a book?"

"Yes. ”

"Lao Wu is a fortune teller, a mouth-seller, and has a face... Forehead... Do you have a mouth?"

"Yes. ”

"Then you're selling paintings. Yang Qiu squinted at Li Hanxiang and asked, "Do you have any paintings?"

"Forehead ......"

Li Hanxiang suddenly realized at this time, touched the back of his head that was beaten several times and said: "Oh, it's really, I... I'm such a pig brain, I'm sorry, Brother Yang, I just misunderstood you. ”

"Hmph, you're just a stupid person, who will look at you to write a note and ask you to draw without a sample, it's a lot of money. Yang Qiu reprimanded Li Hanxiang again, and then turned his head and shouted again: "Old Wu, you are coming here, let you see the Western painting method." ”

“……”

Yang Qiu thought that Li Hanxiang's business would end dismally, and at most he would earn two meals a day.

You think, these days, how can there be any poor people who have spare money to find someone to paint, and it is too late to fill their stomachs. As for the rich guys, it's not better to just spend more money to take an artistic photo, what is it to draw a sketch.

But the result was beyond Yang Qiu's expectations.

I didn't expect this guy's business to be good, and after a while, a large group of people were around, and at this time, people have never seen this Western scene, and there are painters who paint portraits on the street, just like the petty bourgeois life in Europe and the United States in the movie.

Especially the 'elites' who came out of most of the movie theaters, including several ghosts, all looked at the portrait of Li Hanxiang, and there was a long queue when there were many people.

Yang Qiu blushed and watched Li Hanxiang's dragon flying and phoenix dancing up and down, two minutes and two minutes and two minutes like this, and after a while, his trouser pocket was visibly bulging.

It can be described as a wide range of financial resources!