Inside a company building.

"Eh, Lao Wu, this fan you brought is good, ink style, very charming! Where to buy it? ”

"Oh, this is the cake shop on the corner of the street where I often go, and today I will have an event to send fans, and I will get one for thirty yuan if I spend thirty yuan."

The middle-aged man opened the folding fan with a "swish", and slapped twice in front of his colleagues.

That's right, it's the middle-aged customer who just bought a lot of food at the store.

He and his colleagues are old acquaintances, and that's all there is to talk about every day.

Things like "today's temperature is one degree higher than yesterday's" or "yesterday's temperature is one degree less than today's" or something like that, it's not nutritious.

So let's talk about the topic of fans coldly, I just feel that it seems to be quite fresh.

"This style is very good-looking, a small ink painting, with calligraphy." The colleague was a little envious.

"That's right, is there a fan in that store, I guess it's going to be an event today, why don't you wait until noon for you to take a look?"

"Okay, okay, I'm going to buy something to eat too."

Time passed by by noon.

This time is a small peak, at this time, due to the activities in the store, the number of customers is several times more than usual, and they are all excited to gather around the counter, admiring the various folding fans.

There are not only middle-aged and elderly people who are interested in Su Xiaoxiao's ink paintings, but also many young people or students who can't take their eyes off Su Chen's fan.

All of them commented on the fan endlessly.

To be honest, it was the first time since Su Chen came here that he had encountered such a large flow of passengers.

I didn't expect the effect to be so good, and the reaction of consumers was too real, right?

"Brother, this fan is so cute! Love love, love, how much is a handful? ”

A fat boy who looked like a high school student picked up the fan of Ram and Rem and asked with an excited face.

This child is young, and he doesn't know what he grew up eating, and he has a round body, like ***.

Looking at the old gentleman who looked like a student with great interest, Su Chen smiled lightly and said quietly: "These fans are not sold directly, you can choose one for a one-time consumption of thirty or more in the store, and two for fifty or more." ”

"What? So good-looking just a giveaway? The fat student happily took out his mobile phone and scanned it for thirty yuan, first took the paper fan in his hand like a baby, and then ran to the other counters to take a closer look, and came back with thirty yuan of food.

In these years, a folding fan for any landscape painting usually costs ten yuan, and such a beautiful and cute folding fan is actually consumed in vain, almost making him happy to the sky.

On the other side, many onlookers seemed to be appreciating, but in fact they were waiting for someone to ask the price, and now when they heard Su Chen speak, they all dug into their pockets and began to buy food in the store.

After all, these people are here to buy food.

After a while, more than half of the fan was down, and many people deliberately increased their consumption in order to choose a favorite fan, and made up enough for thirty or fifty.

Even some young people showed signs of quarrel because of the problem of choosing a fan, and Su Chen, who saw it, was speechless.

I took it.

You can still quarrel when you buy something and choose a giveaway, are you children?

The fan was about to bottom, and at this time, a young man came over, pointed to a few fans and asked Su Chen, "Brother, the pattern on your fan is a small burial, right?" And this one, much like Lelouch. ”

Su Chen was stunned.

I didn't expect that my comics could be recognized here.

And didn't Lelouch just say a few words? Why do you remember it so clearly?

Could it be that you are a ten-year-old fan of your own comics?

"Yes, you can see it."

His tone was a little emotional.

When the young man heard this, he said triumphantly: "Of course, I am a big fan of this comic author, and I have chased him from childhood to Lelouxiu, and I have rewarded him hundreds on the official website." ”

Good guys, what a big fan.

Sighing secretly, Su Chen silently thanked the young man in front of him in his heart, but there were too many fans who gave him a few hundred yuan, forgive him for not being able to guess which one this person was.

Seeing that Su Chen didn't mean to be impatient, the young man continued to say sincerely: "Speaking of which, the quality of your peripherals is really high, I can't find such a beautiful one on the Internet, it's like the author himself painted it!" ”

"It's not the periphery, I drew it with a few friends." Su Chen smiled slightly and said quietly.

"What?!"

The young man was taken aback when he heard this, and began to carefully examine the fan again, and sometimes he also looked up and looked at him in disbelief.

If you look closely, it seems that you can barely see the traces of hand painting, especially some paintings, which are particularly serious when you look at them, and you will not add things to the characters in the painting like this.

Moreover, another thing that makes the young man care is that even he can't name the paintings on several fans, so it's not good, it's the original one of the people in front of him!

As soon as this idea came out, he couldn't calm down.

If this is really the case, then the person in front of him must be a master who can be comparable to Mao Xuewang.

Well, it is said that the big is hidden in the market, and the master is in the people, and it is said that the big brother in front of him is right.

"Brother, then you have this level, what kind of store are you still opening here? Isn't it nice to go straight to drawing a manga or something? ”

After drawing for a few seconds to stabilize the disordered heart, the young man couldn't help but give Su Chen advice.

He doesn't know the situation, although it is quite magnificent to open this store, it seems that he will make a lot of money, but the forced style is definitely not as high as the cartoonist.

If a comic takes off, the manuscript fee and income are definitely enough for ordinary people to be chic for most of their lives.

"It's just a random drawing, it's not worth mentioning." Su Chen didn't dare to admit his true identity, his expression seemed to be smiling, "Also, I didn't open this store, I'm just a clerk." ”

Youth: "......"

What's wrong with the world?

A master whose drawing skills are comparable to that of a first-line cartoonist, working as a small clerk here?

He suddenly felt that the world was too crazy.

Some of them walked away as if they had lost their souls, and the young man fell into deep thought, unable to calm down for a long time.

The small episode did not affect the hot activity in the store, and in the afternoon, the fans placed on the booth, about a dozen, were completely consumed.

Su Chen could only put the rest of the fans up.

At about two o'clock, Su Xiaoxiao also wore a parasol and slowly slipped into the store.

"How's it going?" Coming to the store, the little girl asked.

"It's not bad, more than half of the fans are consumed." Su Chen looked at Nunu at the counter, and then looked at Su Xiaoxiao, "Anyway, why did you only come in the afternoon, if you come later, there will be nothing in the store." ”

He knew very well that Su Xiaoxiao was here to eat and drink.

I don't know where the desserts that the little girl eats every day are digested, and she doesn't look fat at all.

Could it be that the legend that girls have exclusive dessert stomachs is true?

"I just woke up!"

Su Xiaoxiao explained confidently.

"And who would have thought that it would sell so well today."

"Just ...... Just woke up? ”

Su Chen, who found the blind spot, swallowed weakly, and then looked at the wall clock in the store quietly.

The minute and hour hands are one left and one right.

Well, it's two o'clock in the afternoon.

I heard you just got up?

It's you.

……