Prostitutes? Is this flower building recruiting men now? Although this habit of breaking sleeves exists from time to time, it is not as good as this.

Yun Da shook his head, he didn't understand, and when he saw these people painting with pen and ink, they didn't look like Hualou, so he walked in and stretched out his hand, and those few didn't dare to resist and handed over the cloth in his hand.

I saw that the big man of Yun was painted on the cloth and stretched out his hand and beckoned to everyone, while a group of small people below embraced it, which was very stylish. There is a line of words written next to it: A generation of heroes and clouds.

The others painted details, some of them depicted the moment he wore around his waist, some of his clothes, and two of them depicted shoes and the stone by the river crawling with ants.

The remarks are: a generation of heroes.

Master Yun couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly.

"That's a good drawing." The personal slave came over, couldn't help but praise, and then asked, "What do you do, who wants you to get it?" ”

"Lord Hui, we are reporters from Lin's Media, and we are in charge of asking us to get it." The first young scholar gave up his hand and replied in a proper manner.

"What is a journalist?"

"This ......" Several people looked at each other, shook their heads, and said: "I don't know the specifics, Lin Media is only here today, just to get a glimpse of the style of Yunda, and specially sent us to paint your style." ”

"Yes, we are in charge of the house, as long as we draw well and draw like, we can do it."

"The master also said, be sure to draw your demeanor, otherwise we will be punished."

A few people talked about Sven and behaved calmly, and at first glance they were serious scholars, and they didn't have any force, so they didn't look like they were here to make trouble. This gave Yunda a good impression from the first impression.

"Didn't you say what you were doing when you painted?" Master Yun took a step forward, returned the paintings of these people to them, and asked.

"I didn't say it specifically, but the owner said that we are in the media business, which is similar to the Wenmo business, and I want to write this strange story of Yunda in a small city into a book for people to consult."

"Yes, I see that the owner has hired several storytellers, and I think I want to form an alliance with the teahouse and tell you about this anecdote."

"Perhaps, there will be daughters in the city who stay at home, and want to see your style, but they can't go out, they will look at our paintings, and there are also hearts sprouting."

Hearing these reporters say this, the smile on the corner of Yun Da's mouth became stronger.

He, an ancient, has long been accustomed to hugging the front and back, but this is the first time that this kind of person has been painted on the painting and brought to the teahouse to say. Especially with so many scholars, as soon as he appeared on the stage, he squeezed in front with a pen and a board, and drew with a swish, which was called hard work.

Yun Da Dang also asked people to paint self-portraits. It was when he was 14 years old, and his father said that he had reached the age when he had entered the ancestral temple with a portrait, and asked a painter to come and paint a picture for him. That's it.

It's the first time I've been drawn like this.

Listening to what these scholars said, the worship of Yunda in the eyes of the small people became more and more obvious.

"To be able to be painted into a painting, and to let the storyteller say it, that is only for the king."

"Yes, but I've never heard of this Lin Media business."

"It's normal that you haven't heard of this kind of powerful business, and it's definitely a business that ordinary people can't do."

The people talked a lot, and these scholars worked so hard to paint and write, and they felt more and more that Yunda was different, and their admiration for him became stronger and stronger.

The gaze of everyone made the Yunda master very happy in his heart, and he had face on his face.

The master of Yunda put his hands behind his body to make his posture more upright.

The scholars at the bottom, oh no, a few reporters at the bottom saw the posture of Yun Da Master, took the pen, hurriedly dipped the ink, quickly changed a coarse cloth and put it on the board, and drew it again.

This time, Master Yun deliberately stayed for a while, and even made his smile look more atmospheric and let them draw.

Then, General Yun pointed to the reporters and said, "That's okay, each line has its own way to eat, since you are in charge of eating this bowl of rice, just feel free, the painting is good." ”

As he spoke, he glanced at his personal slave: "Why are you stunned?" Reward! ”

When a few scholars saw that the personal slave actually took out a few ingots of silver, they couldn't help but be overjoyed, and hurriedly stretched out their hands to continue.

"Then Master Lin said that our line of work is novel, and we must be able to get money as soon as we make a move, which is true."

"Yes, I've never heard of such a live painting business, and I thought I would try it out anyway, and I actually got two silver ingots at once!"

"You say, do you want to give this silver ingot to Master Lin, or do we hold it ourselves?"

The scholars looked at each other and excitedly put the silver ingots in their pockets.

It turned out that these scholars were just drinking tea, chatting, and writing poems in the teahouse an hour ago. If Lin Jianqiu hadn't taken the initiative to come to the door, they would never have a relationship with Lin's Media for the rest of their lives, and they would never know what a reporter was.

Here's what it looked like.

"Brothers, do you have time to make a little money?" Lin Jianqiu stepped forward and put the half ingot of gold on the table.

Several people were dumbfounded on the spot, and the fat scholar was even shocked to squirt out a sip of tea. Half a gold ingot is not a small amount of money, but this is the ration of these poor scholars who have failed to make the list for two quarters.

"Ho...... What's the matter. The young scholar glared at the scholar who stretched out his hand to take the gold ingot, and looked at Lin Jianqiu very vigilantly: "We don't do anything about killing people and setting fires, and we don't do anything that loses our conscience." ”

"Yes, yes, yes."

"Yes, yes, yes."

In the eyes of these scholars, with so much money, the only thing to do is to kill people and set fires, or to do things that have no conscience

Lin Jianqiu laughed, he was not angry, after all, the ancients didn't know. So I said it briefly. For example, it is necessary to establish a reporter sub-station in this small city, and there is the headquarters of Lin's media in Huacheng; For example, Lin's media is in the talent business; Wait a minute.

As for what media is and what journalists are, some explanations are not clear, so they simply did not explain for the time being.

"Anyway, you are some of the most talented people in the city, and I've already inquired about this. All you need to do is draw some character drawings for me and write a story based on the characters to get this half ingot. Of course, if you want to continue doing it, I will pay you a salary, that is, a remuneration. ”

After listening to the meeting, a few people didn't understand a lot, but at least they understood what to do today.

"After a while, let's draw the appearance of the Yun Da master, I will draw the characters and the surrounding situation, you draw the Yun Da master's weapons, he will draw the headdress or clothes of the Yun Da master, and then write 'Heroes and heroes, clouds' and the like, we can get this half ingot?!"

"Yes."

A few people couldn't believe their ears.

They had never heard of such a business......

But no matter what kind of business it is, at the very least, a few of them don't lose money. Anyway, being idle is also idle, isn't it just painting? You can also earn half a ingot, and three people will divide it, which is a lot of money.

"Okay!" Several people answered.

And the mysterious Lin master bought a wooden board and coarse cloth from the craftsman, put the ink in a small bamboo tube, hung it on the wooden board, and took a few pieces of coarse cloth and put it on top of the wooden board.

"This makes it easier for you to draw while you're on the move." Lin Jianqiu said.

A few people gathered around this strange thing, and they couldn't stop sighing.

"As a journalist, I'm a professional. When this is done today, I will make you a special wind collection tool. Lin Jianqiu patted these people on the shoulder: "When the time comes, I will train you well, and tomorrow I will rent a place for you to use." ”

A few people didn't answer, just nodded.

It's not certain whether you can do it tomorrow or not, what Lin's media, what reporter, inexplicably, let's make money first today.

But these are scholars in the end, and since they have taken people's money, they are indeed very hard-working. According to Lin Jianqiu's explanation, they opened their mouths and closed their mouths to say that they were reporters, regardless of whether the people around them could understand it or not. And according to the requirements of Master Lin, he must be extraordinarily hard in front of the Yunda master.

You don't need to cheat to be extraordinarily hardworking, drawing in a crowd, and it's a sketch, which is a test of people's ability in itself, and it's the first time these people have done such a thing, and they can't do it without hard work.

One by one, they were sweating profusely, so that after Yunda saw it, he became more and more absolutely face-saving.

Master Yun smiled, stretched out his finger and pointed at the person who drew the moment: "Some of your details are not right. ”

As he spoke, he took the moment from his waist and lifted it up.

"Wow...... So handsome! ”

"What's that? What a strange weapon. ”

"Ju, this is a weapon that only very authoritative people can use, and Fu Xi is holding it!"

"No wonder the Heavenly Decree made the ants arrange like this, and it is really the posture of the number one alliance leader in the world."

For a while, the small people were in a commotion again.

"Master Yunda personally took the lead and asked a few reporters to paint, this scene must be drawn!" When these people saw that this big cloud master was so cooperative, they also felt that they had a special face.

has money to make, has face, and can still talk to Yunda, and several people work harder.