On the brightly lit streets of the magic capital, a group of men and women hurried by, and a man with messy hair sat on a stool on the side of the road.

On the side of the busy street, this painting stall is particularly conspicuous.

Qin Yicheng is a street artist.

Fame and bright future.

This is the expectation that his parents brought in naming him, but his life is like the word 'Yi', which is so small from what he expects.

A few years ago, he was also romantic with his handsome appearance and talent, and after experiencing several so-called 'love', now the whole person is useless.

For the so-called love, completely disappointed.

After graduating from college, because he was dissatisfied with his life, he escaped the blind date arranged for him by his relatives and came to the big city to wander alone.

He is an art major, because he has a craft that can barely make a living in a big city, and he runs a live broadcast every day, but the three-digit audience in the live broadcast room is not as many as some cool female anchors.

It can only be said that he missed the opportunity and did not catch the last train of the traffic era.

Life in the big city is tiring and cruel.

Love is naturally satisfying, but after satisfaction is emptiness, as well as the terrifying pressure brought by the housing prices of the magic capital.

In the end, he found that it was most reliable to go back to his hometown for a blind date.

During this period, several aunts who were very old and in their prime also approached him, but Qin Yicheng held the idea that a gentleman would not eat the food that came to him, and refused to send the shortcut in front of him.

Eight suites in the magic capital!

I don't know how good a rich woman is when I am young, and I mistake a girl for a treasure!

Life is only a few decades, and he has vividly interpreted nothing.

It is said that painting only requires a pen and a hand plus a soul.

Now he only has a pen and a hand left, and his dream heart has been exhausted, and he only thinks about making money.

If he can do it all over again, he must make money!

Seeing that the time was about the same, Qin Yicheng packed up his sketchpad and prepared to leave with his things on his back.

Passing by the buildings and looking at the thin figure sleeping at the door wrapped in a quilt, Qin Yicheng took out twenty yuan and threw it in the bowl and left.

It's a joke that I have lived all the chicken feathers, but I can't see the suffering of the world.

If only God gave him a 10 billion,

Can't you take out 100 million to do good deeds?

Seeing that there was only a green light left for the last second, he subconsciously ran up and rushed over.

Suddenly, a dazzling white light shot from the motorway, and with a boom, Qin Yicheng's eyes darkened, and he faintly heard the screams on the side of the road in a trance.

The door opened, and a middle-aged driver with a drunken face stepped down.

The driver's face was full of horror,

Drunk at all,

There is only fear left in the eyes!

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Jinling, Deji Plaza.

The square was full of prosperity, and a group of brightly dressed men and women walked leisurely under their noses, talking and laughing.

The minds of the two people on the stone pier were no longer on the drawing board.

Qin Yicheng looked at it openly, and his eyes almost followed the figure of a little girl.

It's just that his eyes are full of disbelief and ecstasy!

Although it sometimes attracts the attention of little girls, because of her handsome appearance, the little girl followed her friend with a little smile in embarrassment.

Xiang Gou is sneaking to see that people are as his name suggests.

Wearing chicken K,

Teenage girl in white stockings.

The royal sister of the black silk、

Sassy girl!

Xiang Gou asked sneakily: "Xiao Cheng, black or white, which one do you choose?" ”

"It's the little ones who make the choice."

Qin Yicheng pushed Xiang Gou away and said, "Adults want them all, don't engage in these vain things." ”

He was wrong, the little girl is still fragrant, at least more tender than the rich woman.

"Huh?"

"Ahh What's the difference between a bunch of fabrics, the master's task, you just say what you like, right? ”

The mother has been single for 19 years, and for Xiang Gou, who has never touched a girl's hand, this question is a little irritating to him.

"Legs! What about you! ”

Xiang Gou's sullen attributes are vividly expressed at this moment.

Qin Yicheng said: "Ass." ”

Xiang Gou has a strange expression, isn't it basically all face and legs?

It's really not good, it's always okay to add a leper.

"You didn't like it before..."

Xiang Gou drew a () on the drawing board, and then added the word 'person' to the ().

Qin Yicheng glanced at his mouth, who is not confused?

"A girl's face will kill you, her mouth will scold you, her hands will hit you, and her feet will kick you, now what?"

"Legs."

Straight man!

Qin Yicheng spat on the flower bed: "These have something to do with you?" Go back! ”

"Stop drawing?"

"Draw a fart, I have more important things, farewell."

Looking at Qin Yicheng's background, Xiang Gou felt that his good brother was a little different from usual, and something was wrong.

Alas, wait for me!

Qin Yicheng was no longer in the mood to sit on the road with Xiang Gou and talk about whether the girl's socks looked good or not, and whether they were fragrant or not.

Is it fragrant or not, you don't have a little pressure in your heart?

Girls' feet are notoriously sore than boys.

Don't ask, if you ask, you've licked it.

Even a boy like Xiang Gou who thinks about spring will think about these things, and if he has a girlfriend, he can't wait to stuff all the eggs into it.

"What day is today?"

"August 28th, can you forget this?"

Xiang Gou felt incredible, he was stupid after the summer vacation.

Qin Yicheng took out his mobile phone and glanced at it, isn't this his broken Android?

Looking at the time, it was 18 years.

Qin Yicheng's first thought was what is the lottery winning number?

Well, don't remember at all!

Even if you remember that the lottery ticket is drawn, it is estimated that it is different, after all, it is too good to know that you have won the lottery a few days in advance.

Copy the novel, you must copy it!

But... He remembered in his mind that he was a fighting horse, and the strong man of the Dou Sect was terrifying, and he was extremely impressed, the key was that the plot was intermittent, and he had long forgotten it.

Stir up songs, buy stock funds!

But he didn't have money to play stocks before, and he didn't know the future direction of stocks.

Buying a house?

It's been 18 years, and the housing prices in the city are almost at the top, so it's really a few years, and there's no money.

Thoughts are running in my head, brainstorming.

In the end, Qin Yicheng found that he remembered it.

For a moment, his face turned green.

The thief sent a car to kill him, what is the point of being reborn for 18 years, and to experience the life of ordinary people again?

Well, others say that reincarnation is a technical job, and I can't use it for two chances?

Not quite,

He brings decades of experience in painting.

Ho! Bah!

"Gou, is there any smoke?"

Qin Yicheng took out his trouser pocket, and then realized that he didn't smoke now.

So, his eyes fell on Xiang Gou.

Xiang Gou looked innocent: "What do you think I'm doing?" I dare to smoke, my dad can hang me up with seven wolves, how good is the cigarette? My dad has one pack a day. ”

Qin Yicheng sighed, he used to have one pack a day.

It's not that the smoke is so good to smoke,

Rather, smoking regulates one's mood.

Otherwise, he was really afraid that he would crash into the square.

"Just looking for something to distract from my anxiety."

"Lemon candy, just one left, here you go."

Qin Yicheng took it and tore open the package and threw it into his mouth, the lemon candy was a little sour, like his mood at this time.

I didn't remember the way to get money quickly, and everything I remembered was in the Constitution.

Qin Yicheng took out his mobile phone and just saw Yue Yunpeng's advertisement pop up.

For a moment, his eyes were glued to the screen.

His attention was not on Lao Yue's joyful face, or on his face, but on a musical symbol in the lower right corner of the advertisement.

The pitch-black icons and white music symbols made Qin Yicheng have a flash of inspiration.

This is... Wish!

Qin Yicheng's eyes bloomed with a little color.

Ordinary people have no identity and no background, and they don't have the ability to forget, it is definitely impossible to become the richest man by copying novels and songs, daydreaming.

However, there are still some opportunities to make a fortune.

In 2018, this is the beginning of a large-traffic era.

At this time, Qin Yicheng only had two words in his mind:

Do! Money!

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