Tang Xiaoqing changed into cleaning clothes and went to the roof garden to get busy.

She is not afraid of work, as long as there is a reward, she doesn't care how hard or tired she is.

By the time Tang Xiaoqing cleaned up the rooftop garden spotlessly, it had been more than an hour.

The staff and the new illustrators who had just joined the company walked in one after another.

The illustrators didn't need to come so early, but because Park Dong had a lecture on new illustrators in the morning, they were all very active.

When Fang Kite walked in, Tang Xiaoqing had completed all the cleaning work before going to work and was mopping in the bathroom.

"Tang Xiaoqing?" Fang Yuan looked up and down at Tang Xiaoqing, who was wearing a cleaning suit and the fine sweat on his forehead wet his bangs, and he couldn't react for a while, "What are you doing here?" ”

"Go to work." Tang Xiaoqing said as a matter of course.

"You're not going to do the cleaning of Painted Heaven, are you?!" Fang Kite's reaction was somewhat exaggerated.

"Congratulations, you got it right." After Tang Xiaoqing finished speaking, she carried the washed mop majestically and walked out of the bathroom.

She doesn't have much affection for the somewhat snobbish square kite, and naturally she doesn't care about her eyes.

Fang Yuan looked at Tang Xiaoqing's back, and only reacted after a while, and said incredulously: "Driving a luxury car with bodyguards to do cleaning, is it really fake?!"

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Tang Xiaoqing's cleaning work is actually very comfortable, only more than an hour before work is busy, and there are only some odd jobs at other times, and it doesn't matter if you do it early or late.

So when Park Dong started the lecture in the morning, Tang Xiaoqing, who was wearing a cleaning suit, sat in and listened directly.

Naturally, it attracted the attention of those newly recruited illustrators.

But Park Dong didn't say anything, just nodded at her and motioned for her to find a random seat to sit down.

Let her attend the class, he agreed.

He had already asked Sister Shang about Tang Xiaoqing's situation from the side, and knew that she had come to the studio early and was doing her job very beautifully.

Looking at this girl who was in a hurry, Pu Dong was still very touched in his heart, he didn't expect her to really come to do cleaning!

In fact, when she is quiet, she is still very beautiful and literary, and imagining her standing in front of an easel may be a painting in itself......

During the lecture, Pu Dong consciously or unconsciously paid more attention to Tang Xiaoqing.

This is the first time Tang Xiaoqing has listened to a professional painting lecture, and it is also taught by a master teacher.

The incomprehensible knowledge when she was self-taught was in Park Dong's mouth, but in just a few words, she suddenly opened up.

"Haha!" Tang Xiaoqing laughed wildly in her heart, "Don't say that this month's cleaning is just to test yourself, even if you really do cleaning, you don't even get a penny of salary, it's worth it to hear such a lecture!" ”

The lecture was divided into two halves.

After the first half of the lecture, Park Dong did not leave, and sat on the podium to receive consultations from the newly recruited illustrators.

Those senior illustrators who don't usually show up often naturally refused to miss the opportunity to listen to Park Dong's lectures, and they all came to work today.

Tang Xiaoqing, who only listened to half of the lecture, had the feeling of getting started.

Her brain seemed to have been washed, and there were too many knowledge points in it.

Tang Xiaoqing, who was worried about forgetting, found an A4 piece of paper and a pencil head, wrote and drawn, and wrote down all these useful things one by one.

"Cleaner, help me wipe it!" A twenty-eight or nineteen-year-old illustrator accidentally spilled a coffee cup on the table and hurriedly shouted at Tang Xiaoqing.