The 15,000 yuan was successfully received, and the thick stack of banknotes made Ren Bufan both excited and nervous.

It was already around 16 o'clock in the afternoon when I came out of the entertainment club, and the main thing was that the other party's accountant needed to post and make a list, so it took a little time.

I wanted to make more money by chasing after the victory, but it took more than an hour to take the car, and it would be troublesome if I couldn't catch the last train.

Now the trouble is that in addition to the painting tools when I came out, I also added wall paint and plastic buckets, and I carried them on both hands.

I can barely carry it, but it is very strenuous, and I can breathe badly after walking a few steps.

It's inconvenient!

Speaking of which, I went to the city to paint wall paintings, and I don't need to use this drawing board and ordinary painting tools for the time being, so there is no need to bring them.

Tomorrow you'll just bring the wall painting tools and dyes.

Walking to the nearest bus stop, I wondered if I would continue to look for work here tomorrow, or rent a house and buy a computer to get my studio ready.

15,000 yuan, enough to assemble a computer with a not too bad configuration, and at the same time rent a house to pull the Internet cable.

Of course, it's best to rent a house with its own Internet to save you the hassle.

"Eh!" thought as he walked, when he suddenly heard someone shouting, "Little fat man!"

Subconsciously looking back, I realized that the sound was coming from a bus moving across the road.

Driving in the back window, an old man was waving at him: "Wait! Wait there!"

Isn't this the gallery owner?

Ren Bufan said in his heart, why did he run into him again? He didn't bother to pay attention to him, and walked straight to the bus stop in front of him.

When I got to the bus stop, I put down my painting tools for a while and waited.

It's just that the bus hasn't arrived yet, and the old man has already gotten off at the front stop and walked directly across the sidewalk to himself.

When he arrived, the old man gasped: "Little fat man, didn't you ask you to wait?"

"I'm not called Little Fatty!" Ren Bufan didn't bother to look at him.

"Why haven't I seen you all this time?" the old man asked.

"Uncle, it's none of your business, right? By the way, how do you know I'm here?"

"I just took the car to the mall to buy something, and I happened to see you. The old man glanced down at Ren Bufan's tools, "What kind of mess is this?"

"Uncle, we don't know each other. Ren Bufan glanced at it to see if there was a car coming, "I'm going home, you should go to the mall quickly!"

"Why, don't come to the gallery because of what I said last time?, why don't young people have a little bit of enterprising?" the old man sighed, "Let's go to my gallery and have a chat." ”

"I'm sorry uncle, I'm in a hurry to go home!"

"Not so badly!" said the old man, "I have to tell you about it." If you want to paint, you have to learn to look at things with an artistic eye, and you can't fall into the cliché, otherwise it will be difficult to make progress. ”

"Uncle, if you are still going to fool me and let me draw a picture of the fruit girl, then there is nothing to talk about!" Ren Bufan directly interrupted him, "Whether it is art or anything, I am not going to study this." ”

"You kid is so stubborn!" said the old man, "don't you want to improve your artistic cultivation at all?"

Ren Bufan rolled his eyes, and said in his heart that painting fruit girls is to improve artistic accomplishment, and you old man can really fool.

Seeing that he ignored himself, the old man continued: "Your current painting level is actually not low, and it is very promising. As long as you can make a slight breakthrough, you will definitely be popular! Let me tell you, how much money do you make a day by drawing a sketch? Listen to me, a painting earns four or five hundred. If you want to be a painter, you have to seize the opportunity and make reasonable use of the resources around you. ”

"I'm sorry uncle, I'm really not interested! You go fool others!" Ren Bufan didn't look at him, and continued to look at the intersection to see if the bus was coming.

"Why don't you listen to persuasion, I'm for your own good!" the old man looked down at the painting tools, "just sketch people like this...... What are you doing with these? You still paint wall paintings for people?"

"That's right!"

"Willing to fall! With such a good talent, he would run to do such a thing. The old man shook his head and said, "Isn't it a pity?

I got 15,000 today!

Of course, Ren Bufan just thought about it in his heart, and it was impossible to tell him.

When I saw the bus coming, I quickly bent down and picked up my tools.

"Don't worry!" the old man hurriedly stopped him, waving his hand as the bus approached, signaling that no one was on the bus.

"Eh!" Ren Bufan watched the bus leave, very displeased, "What are you doing?"

"You go to the gallery with me, it won't take much time!" the old man directly picked up Ren Bufan's sketchpad and backpack, "Just chat a few words, it won't be too long." ”

"I'm not interested!"

"Just talk!" the old man glanced back, "the one in the back can go straight to it, hurry up." ”

"Hey, give me back, robbery?"

"I'll give it back to you when we get to the gallery, hurry up! ”

"Did you take the wrong medicine?" Ren Bufan wanted to take back the painting tools, but he was afraid that he would hurt the old man and be falsely accused by him.

If someone about his age dared to do this, he would have slapped him in the face.

This old man is really annoying, what does he want?

I don't want to do anything, but I can't help but paint.

As a result, the old man took another bus and went all the way to the gallery.

The old man asked Ren Bufan to put the painting tools on the side, and took him directly upstairs into a spacious living room.

"Sit!"

"I said it, I will never draw a picture of a fruit girl!"

"Sit down first!" the old man pulled up a chair by himself and sat down facing Ren Bufan.

There was no way, Ren Bufan had to sit down.

"Boy, I think you need money. The old man crossed Erlang's legs, looked at him and asked, "The conditions at home are not good?"

"I don't draw fruit girls!" Ren Bufan said indifferently.

"Who is your teacher? ”

"I don't draw fruit girls!"

"Can you have a good chat?"

"I don't draw fruit girls!"

The corners of the old man's mouth twitched: "Don't draw! Don't draw the picture of the fruit girl! It's okay, can you have a good talk now?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Your character is really infuriating," the old man's expression was depressed, "those who engage in art are all virtuous!

"I'm leaving!" Ren Bufan stood up and gestured to leave.

The old man hurriedly stretched out his hand to dissuade: "Okay, okay! I won't comment on it, okay? Let's talk about business!"

"What's there to talk about? Anyway, you just want me to draw a picture of the fruit girl. ”

"I'm doing it for your own good...... Eh, forget it!" the old man sighed, "Let's not talk about the fruit girl today, right?"

"So what's that talking about?"

"I think you seem to be very short of money, and most of the people who do art are short of money. The old man said, "You also know that I run a gallery, and I know best what paintings sell well and what paintings are popular. I'm the only gallery in our city, and there are countless people who want to sell their paintings here. I see that you have talent, and you may achieve certain achievements in painting in the future, so I am kind enough to help you. ”

"Help me, do you mean let me draw a picture of the fruit girl?" Ren Bufan's eyes were slightly disdainful.

The old man shook his head, "Forget it, let's not mention this! Except for the picture of the fruit girl, can you paint everything else?"

"Yes!"

"Okay, I want you to copy a picture of Qi Baishi's shrimp on the spot!" said the old man.

"Copy?"

"You wait here. The old man got up and went downstairs, and soon returned with a picture book. Spread it out on a tabletop.

This is an ink-style painting with six vivid shrimp on it, and even the whiskers are particularly realistic.

There is also an inscription on the side, a painting by the famous painter Qi Baishi.

"Authentic?" Ren Bufan asked curiously after taking a closer look.

"Imitation, but with a high resemblance to the original. The old man said, "If I have an authentic work, why do I still collect this? You can try to copy a picture of this!"

"What's the point?"

"Do you want to make money? As long as I think I can, I can put my paintings here and sell them on consignment in the future. It's better than wandering around on the outside. ”

Ren Bufan wants to say that he earned 15,000 yuan in one day by wandering around, how good can you be here?

But after thinking about it, today is actually lucky, in case the entertainment club doesn't need wall painting, maybe one day will be useless and won't make any money.

Who knows if they will be able to find a job tomorrow?

The gallery really needs to be able to sell paintings on consignment, as long as you don't let yourself paint fruit girls, it can be regarded as a stable income, right?

"Can my paintings really be consigned here?" didn't you say there was no artistic conception?" Ren Bufan asked.

"So you can't paint a picture with a good meaning?" asked the old man, "I often have students from art universities come to me and beg me to sell their paintings. If it weren't for your strength, why would I bother so much?"

"But I don't know what your standards are," Ren Bufan said, "what kind of paintings can be sold?"

"You copy it first, and then I'll tell you when you're done. The old man went down again and brought up his painting tools, "Hurry up! Prove your strength, and then talk about cooperation." ”

Although it was a little unpleasant to be forcibly brought over by the old man, at least the other party no longer insisted on letting him draw a picture of the fruit girl.

And, why not?

Look at the time, and you should be able to get home in time after the quick drawing.

Ren Bufan nodded, spread out the drawing paper, and took out the brush and ink: "Okay!

"That's right," the old man pulled up a chair and sat on the side, "Let's start!"

I took a closer look at the painting in front of me, completely memorized it in my mind, and let the brush be dipped in ink, and "swish" swayed.

In just a few minutes, the exact same painting appeared, after all, it was only six shrimps.

The old man's eyes lit up, he nodded slightly, stood up and carefully examined the two paintings, and then said: "The painting skill is still a little bit hot, but the speed is okay, very good! At least in the eyes of the layman, it is difficult to distinguish the difference between the two paintings." ”

"Is that okay?" Ren Bufan said, "I have to hurry home, what do you say about consignment?"

"You go back and draw a few first, and bring them tomorrow. The old man said, "Remember to be intentional and don't scribble like last time." We'll talk about consignment later!"