The person who came was his second uncle, Zhao Ping, the younger brother of Zhao Chen's deceased father, who opened a shop near the Tseung Kwan O bus station, selling all kinds of bricks. When Zhao Chen and his mother were in trouble, Zhao Ping not only did not help, but often fell into the ground, saying that their family had lost the face of their ancestors. However, many people know that this is all due to the bad relationship between him and Zhao Chen's father.

Zhao Chen's face was unusually calm, but his mouth asked in an inquiring tone: "Second uncle, I don't know if you know such a sentence?" ”

"Oh, what are you saying, say it and listen to it, and let me, an old man who didn't graduate from elementary school, have a long insight!" Zhao Ping didn't take Zhao Chen in his eyes, but made a look of listening to him! He was going to wait for Zhao Chen to finish speaking, and then sneer at it to vent the evil anger in his heart.

"This sentence is that you don't speak, no one is when you are dumb! Second uncle, do you think this sentence is very philosophical, I think it is, it is really difficult to understand for a coarse man like you who has not graduated from elementary school, then you can think slowly, I still have something to do, so I will go back first, and see you another day! ”

Zhao Chen didn't even bother to look at Zhao Ping, to him Zhao Ping was no different from a stranger, so he took the wall tile and left, leaving only Zhao Ping with an iron-blue face.

"Damn brute!" Zhao Ping was trembling with anger, and he couldn't help but scold Zhao Chen without thinking about it.

"You're scolding yourself! Really, no wonder I didn't graduate from elementary school, it's terrible to be uneducated, I really want to know why you gave up treatment before! ”

Zhao Chen turned his head and glanced at Zhao Ping, his eyes were full of contempt, and the words he said were unusually sharp, perhaps because he was too sharp, Zhao Ping was directly stuck there, and he couldn't turn around for a while.

When Zhao Ping came to his senses, he was so angry that he almost vomited blood, and Zhao Chen had already been away for a long time at this time, so that he couldn't find a target for him to vent, and his face was ugly and scary. He couldn't figure out when his nephew's mouth, which had always been wooden, became so sharp!

"Damn, look if I don't kill you kid one day, and that stinky bitch!"

Zhao Ping stood there and scolded, unable to figure out why Zhao Chen had such a big change.

At this time, Zhao Chen had already returned home with the wall tile, carefully polished it with the stone, cleaned up the cement stuck to the back, and directly moved a relatively flat large stone and a few bricks nearby, all of which were moved into his room, and used these 'materials' to build a 'platform' slightly higher than the bed, and finally put the wall tile on the platform, which was his temporary 'table'.

Of course, it lacks a lot of functions that a table should have, because it can't move at all, and it can't be too hard, otherwise this 'table' may fall apart directly, and the top wall tile will be shattered! In other words, this is the so-called disposable table, Zhao Chen made it clear that in the spirit of great sacrifice that it is better to be happy alone than to be happy with everyone, he will not apply for a patent.

Zhao Chen experimented with it first, although it was a little awkward, but it was just right for painting, so he would use it, and when he had money, he would buy a decent table.

"Oops, forgot to cook!"

When he finished the experiment, Zhao Chen suddenly slapped his head, he almost forgot that today's lunch would be handled by himself, and his mother was still waiting to eat.

He hurried to the kitchen, took out a bowl from the remaining half bag of dark yellow old rice, cleaned it and put some water in the pot, and began to cook.

Zhao Chen, who belonged to the dead house in his previous life, naturally made some simple home-cooked food, but when he saw the ingredients in the kitchen, he suddenly fell silent.

It was a pile of rotten leaves and two sweet potatoes, and judging from the dew on the pile, it was obvious that it was today, and he knew very well in his heart where his mother had gotten this; He knew that his family was very poor, but only now did he realize that the situation at home had really reached the point of difficulty, and he was afraid that he would not even have food in a few days.

"A penny is hard to beat a hero, I need money, a lot of money!" Zhao Chen roared angrily in his heart, the successive encounters of this day made him understand that without money, not only would he not even be able to fill his stomach, but he would also be despised by others, and he hated this feeling very much.

This meal can only be described as aggrieved, Zhao Chen took out the edible part from the pile of rotten vegetable leaves, put it and the two sliced sweet potatoes into the pot, and mixed them with rice. The old hen that was left over from the morning was warmed again, this is the lunch of the mother and son, and this lunch is a bit 'luxurious' for the mother!

When eating, Zhao Chen has been eating with his head down, he is thinking about the future direction, as long as it is information that is beneficial to him, he will consider one or two, in order to avoid taking too many detours.

After lunch, Zhao Chen locked himself in his room and began to create the comic version of "The Legend of Double Dragons of the Tang Dynasty", which was actually a copy of the picture in his mind. Of course, among them, he will also slightly modify the appearance and plot of the characters based on his own experience, so that this comic can be more brilliant, after all, he used to be an assistant and he is still good at these two aspects.

The comic version of "The Legend of Double Dragons of the Tang Dynasty" has a total of 252 words, except for some more martial arts moves than the novel version, the rest are no different from the original work, this kind of comic will basically follow the original work, and any modification must be approved by the author himself, otherwise it will offend the original author, basically as long as it is a normal cartoonist, it will abide by this rule!

If it is a novel version, then its full text length is the longest in martial arts novels, at least reaching the unprecedented Cheng dù, as for whether there is anyone who comes later, Zhao Chen has never heard of it. Of course, if it is a comic, it is naturally far inferior to comics such as "Little **" and "Old Master", which have been serialized for decades, but there are really a lot, at least Huang Yulang at that time was serialized for a few years.

Zhao Chen's creation is extremely fast, and he can finish drawing a page of A4 size manuscript on paper in just over two hours, and at such an efficient rate, he can draw about seven or eight pages a day, which is an almost impossible number for all cartoonists. Because of inspiration and revision, they can only draw two or three pages a day on average, even the prolific Huang Yulang and Shangguan Xiaobao can't reach this point, and this is still the degree without assistants.

Xiangjiang comics are all in traditional Chinese, but this is not a problem for Zhao Chen, because the original owner of this body will be in traditional Chinese!

Zhao Chen almost does not need to modify when painting, his skills are very skillful and labor-saving, and he knows all kinds of painting tools well, and his palmistry can be said to be amazing, which was forced out by the cartoonist he was attached to in his previous life. In his own words, that is, Ni Frame can be famous in the literary world with code words, he can be famous in the comic industry with his paintings, and he wants all future cartoonists to submit to his pen.

Time passed quickly under such circumstances, and it wasn't until the knock on the door that Zhao Chen finally came back to his senses, looking at the three-page comics drawn in one afternoon, he couldn't help but show a knowing smile on his face, it was the first time he had drawn so many in half a day, which naturally felt great.

"Chen'er, it's time to eat!" A mother's voice rang out at the door.

"I'll be right here!" Zhao Chen answered, sorted out the three pages of the original manuscript he had drawn, and placed them neatly in the cabinet, these were all his treasures.

After Zhao Chen finished dinner, he immediately returned to the room, turned on the electric light, and continued his next creation under the dim light.

There are a lot of mosquitoes in summer, especially in Tseung Kwan O, because it is a very good environment for mosquitoes. More than a dozen mosquitoes were constantly flying in Zhao Chen's room, and from time to time they attacked Zhao Chen, who was concentrating on painting, making Zhao Chen miserable; But there is no way, because even if all these mosquitoes are solved, the mosquitoes outside will still fly in through those holes, and he really doesn't have so much spare time to fight mosquitoes!

It wasn't until late that Zhao Chen lay on the bed to sleep, only to feel that many parts of his body were staring at small packets, and it was very itchy. However, when I think about drawing a total of 6 pages today, I am very excited.

Resisting the urge to tickle, Zhao Chen put a slightly tattered sheet on his body, lay on the bed and fell asleep, he was too tired.

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