"Number @#¥%......*!"

It's a total of sixteen digits, and I don't know if the driver can memorize it, but the first four and the last three add up to Limu's landline phone number. Riki estimated that he couldn't remember the sixteen-digit verification code that he said casually after two years. At that time, if the driver's eldest brother really makes a phone call, then it will be the time when he is really unhappy, and it will be easy to help him.

-- The so-called saving people from danger...... No, it should be

-- The grace of a drop of water should be repaid with a spring

Riki found that one of her internal organs had darkened a lot before she knew it.

The driver's eldest brother drove the car to the vicinity of the Art Institute on Education Road, and under the guidance of Mo Moxin, he found the paint shop. Probably located two corners behind Mawei Lane on Education Road, there are not only paints here, but also small galleries selling art paintings, and many art school students store their works for sale. Most of the people in the industry come to Mawei Lane to buy necessities.

Mo Moxin knew that Limu was going to paint wall paintings, but she didn't expect him to paint a wide range of wall paintings. Theoretically, only three primary colors were needed to mix pigments of various colors, and he bought 72 barrels at once!

A total of 36 colors, 300ml per barrel, plus various materials such as the underlying ointment, stuffed the entire trunk without empty space. Then he left the paint shop phone number, and planned to call the store to send it to him when he ran out.

(You can run out of so much paint!?) With such doubts.

"What kind of mural are you going to paint?" Mo Moxin asked.

Suspicious of your hasty decision, can you make money painting murals? The matter of serving as the little boy's financial planner and secretary seems to have been agreed to unknowingly.

"God-like frescoes." Riki said mysteriously.

When I think of those paintings that perfectly extend the works of famous writers, the magnificent waves of the Volga River, and the golden iron horse of the Battle of Chibi, I can't help but feel an urge to try.

- That's too bad, the system is trying to train me to be the ultimate painter...... And I'm really on the road.

If you don't go to the road, there is no way, if you give up the task, there will be no gold coins to get, Limu has now become a small money fan, but the fan is only the system gold coins, so he emphasized to Mo Moxin in advance-

"Remember, comics are my main business, and I'll explain this to you in detail later; Drawing is my way of honing my comic skills; Making money investing is just my hobby. He didn't want to be told by his financial planner that he only drew comics and didn't do a good job.

Listening to his declaration in the car, what kind of spirit is it to make money and invest as a hobby! …… Mo Moxin suddenly had a thought of wanting to retreat.

******

The small boss has announced that painting is the first and investment is the second.

So, her first job after submitting her resignation to the company was to take money on behalf of Limu to invest in Pingnan Primary School. Whether the principal ends up filling his pocket, replacing desks and chairs, or improving the school's nutritious breakfast. In short, she used Limu to obtain a ten-year right to use the east wall of the school, which could not be used to post advertisements.

The walls of Pingnan Primary School are made of a mixture of cement and gray sand, just like other walls. However, unlike the wall near the roadway, the cement part of the wall of Pingnan Primary School has a large proportion, and the gray sand particles are much finer than the sand particles. There is a kind of roundness and smoothness on the wall when you touch it with your hands, and when you open your palms, the lines in your palms do not stick to any gray sand.

There may be a little moss in the corner of the wall, but the east wall is located on the side of the school road, which belongs to the school façade facilities, and three glazed tiles are erected on the top of the wall to protect from the wind and rain. For many years since the establishment of the school, there has never been a trace of ink-colored water seeping downward, and it is the best wall that can be found in the Pingnan generation of pear wood.

Then consider the reward of 100 people required for the task. There are 20 classes in the school, each with more than 50 people, and a total of students have passed by this wall every day. Coupled with the fact that the year-end parent-teacher meeting involves parents of one or two thousand people, the east wall of Pingnan is indeed the best carrier for pear wood wall painting.

If you put it on a crowded street, you may have a lot of small advertisements and scratches in less than ten minutes, and painting urine, vomit and footprints in the corner of the wall is not tolerable for Limu.

Doesn't wall destruction happen in elementary school?

Elementary school students are actually the most obedient students in the teaching stage, and they can listen to a morning class with their hands folded on the table, which is difficult for kindergarten, middle school, and university. Elementary school students listen to the teacher's words very much, and they will be careful when stealing a "teacher's chalk", and few people will do vandalism on the wall. Especially on the east wall, the teachers come and go, and the physical education teacher, Mr. Yang, is always watching, and even the "small destruction experts" who often take bricks to carve on the wall only dare to spread wild on the west wall.

Limu is an excellent student with painting expertise, and since the second year of elementary school, the teachers of various subjects have adopted a sheep-herding attitude towards him. After getting a perfect score in the preliminary round of the Olympiad, he got the approval of the principal's wife, so he is now able to paint in the school as a reader. Early this morning--

"Ah Nan, you take them to stand guard, no one is allowed to come within five meters of me, and if there is a noise within ten meters of me, go and drive them away. Lunch is on the table, and I will eat it myself when the time comes, and no one will disturb me during the time. Riki waved his hand and crossed the range, showing his confidence as a sponsor.

In the early morning, 6 o'clock to be exact, the sun had not yet risen in the southern city, and the clouds on the edge of the sky were brick red, and the dim morning color had already dispersed half an hour earlier, and the sky was as bright as incandescent lamps.

I saw a child standing on the steps of the wooden board on the east wall of the school road. The special steps were obviously safer than the ladder, and they were also more convenient for his petite body to paint. An elliptical circle had already been drawn on the ground around the stairs, apparently a forbidden area set by the child.

There were six other people standing around the forbidden area, one of whom was stout and stood with his chest hugged like a mountain in the Black Tower. Four other people were neatly dressed and young men wearing sunglasses followed behind.

Finally, there was an old man in a wheelchair, who looked like some kind of authority, and set up a large parasol and set up a round table facing the place where the child was standing.

"Yes, benefactor." Da Shengnan replied.

Riki wiped a cold sweat at Katsuo's ever-changing title, for fear that when she would read the Bible, she would open her mouth and "Amen, my lord." (PS: As you wish, my master.) "One day, if you are not careful, you will be killed by the religious people.

As soon as she finished speaking, she organized on the side-

#你站这里, you stand here, you sit here and don't move......

Under her command are mentally handicapped patients hired by Riki from the welfare home, and the elderly are elderly people invited from the nursing home next to the welfare home. Four young people stood with sunglasses on their chests, and the old man was an associate professor and leader, and even the teacher didn't dare to step into the thunder pool for half a step, let alone the ignorant little sheep.

If there is really any child who doesn't care about this week's little red flower, the "notorious" Dasheng man will dutifully drive them away.

Da Shengnan took drugs to repair the brain and control the growth of the body for half a year, and various drugs combined together made gigantism well controlled. She was commanded by the foreman at the construction site, and now she is unambiguous in commanding others.

In fact, her social experience has far surpassed that of middle school students. Seeing her father die at the construction site, she stopped breathing next to her, which was not a big blow, but the setback also brought her strength and growth.

Now, in addition to Da Shengnan's right-hand man, Limu has also hired a financial planner and secretary with real civil capacity - Mo Moxin.

In the name of "helping the disabled find temporary employment", she helped Limu invite five mourners who drove away elementary school students. As a result of the consultation, the welfare institute was paid 600 yuan per month and 350 yuan per month respectively. The welfare home has to pay for the bus, and their people need to stand all day, so the income is 600 yuan. The old man can sit on the chair and have a leisurely time, and there is tea and fruit waiting in front of the table, with an income of 350 yuan.

However, Limu still felt that the salary she gave was too low, remembering that this was the result of Mo Moxin's efforts to negotiate with the welfare institute, and that giving them a salary increase was disrespectful to the fruits of her labor, and if she wanted to increase her salary, she could only work welfare.

In short, with Mo Moxin's help, Limu doesn't have to do everything herself, she only needs to contribute money and enjoy the fruits made by others, but has the leisurely attitude of some capitalists.