There were a lot of people gathered in front of the stalls.

Wu Fan's existence seems somewhat insignificant.

But.

The moment he completed the verse, the old man looked straight over, and the fan waving in his hand suddenly stopped.

"Outside the mountain, Qingshan Building, outside the building, when will the West Lake sing and dance!"

"Outside the mountain, Qingshan Building, outside the building, when will the West Lake sing and dance!"

The old man repeated the silent reading twice, and then savored it carefully, and the more he tasted, the more intoxicated he became, and the more he tasted, the more obsessed he became.

"It's wonderful, it's well filled!"

Many of the onlookers had studied the poems, and they were the first to applaud and praise after reminiscing.

The old man woke up and hurriedly got up and motioned for Wu Fan to hand over the wooden pages.

Subsequently.

The old man took out a delicate knife and carved it on the pages one by one, each stroke concentrating, each stroke exhausting his mind.

The moment when the portrayal is completed.

The old man sat down on the ground as if he had lost his strength, and laughed heartily.

When the laughter subsided, the old man casually threw the wooden pages in front of the stall, and said briskly, "Little friend, this wooden door belongs to you." ”

Wu Fan frowned slightly.

He wanted to say, what is the use of asking for this piece of wood?

Which material......

"Little brother, I want this wooden door, how much can you offer!" The middle-aged man who was the first to praise and applaud suddenly approached the very red-eyed opening.

Following the middle-aged man, a fashionably dressed beauty who had been waiting on the side said coldly, "Little brother, I want that wooden door, 200,000!" ”

As soon as these words came out, the crowd was in an uproar!

Even Wu Fan himself was very surprised, this thing is worth so much money?

The middle-aged man looked displeased and said coldly, "Three hundred thousand!" I want it! ”

"Five hundred thousand!" The beauty was expressionless, and what she shouted didn't seem to be money, just numbers.

The middle-aged man opened his mouth, but when he thought of the identity of the woman, he finally didn't shout anymore.

The scene of bidding was seen by Wu Fan.

At this point, how could he not know the true value of the objects in his hands, and as for where the value came from, he was afraid that it was related to the identity of the gray-haired old man in front of him.

Sure enough.

Someone in the crowd identified the old man.

"It's the calligrapher Ye Quanzhong Ye Lao, and it is said that his calligraphy has been auctioned for millions."

"Really?"

"Of course it's true, it was sold just the other day."

"Wow, this little brother is really lucky, just hundreds of thousands, I can't envy it."

"Ye Lao loves ancient poetry culture, if you have the ability to fill in poems, you will have the life to pick up money."

"A group of vulgar people, Ye Lao's characters have created a font system, how can it be measured by money?"

"That's right! Ye Lao's words have a high collection value, and the little brother will put them away as heirlooms. ”

……

Listening to many discussions in his ears, Wu Fan put the hand holding the wooden door in front of the beauty, and said directly, "The things belong to you, pay for it!" ”

Such a scene stunned many people.

Even Ye Quanzhong couldn't help but cast a puzzled look, if Wu Fan didn't know the value of his handwriting, he would just sell it, but the other party would sell it after he found out, which really made him lose face.

"Ahem~"

Coughing dryly, Ye Quanzhong concealed his embarrassment, and at the same time attracted the attention of the crowd.

"Little friend, you don't want to collect my handwriting?"

Wu Fan said truthfully, "I don't think too much, I'm short of money." ”

500,000 ah......

At least five excellent songs can be customized, and the sale is a lot of money, no matter how it is calculated, it is more cost-effective than collecting this thing.

"Since I gave it to you, let you do it." Ye Quanzhong was helpless, he couldn't force the other party to stay.

Pay with one hand, deliver with the other.

500,000 in an instant.

Wu Fan only felt that he was in a good mood, and he never expected that there would be such a windfall today.

Then.

He glanced at the other records of the wooden door, and picked up a fragment of a somewhat impressive sentence.

"Water Shine...... The sunny side is good, and the mountains are ...... Rain ......"

Pity......

No matter how hard he racked his brains, he couldn't remember the original sentence.

had to obediently put it back in place.

But.

The other party is a person who collects broken sentences and broken sentences.

You must know that Wu Fan has a lot of famous sentences in his mind.

"The West Lake is slippery and delicate, and the twelve Miaonu are fragrant."

Wu Fan recited two sentences quite complacently, waiting for the other party to open his mouth to negotiate.

Unexpectedly......

Ye Quanzhong didn't seem to hear clearly, and directly threw a blank piece of wood, the meaning of which was self-evident.

Wu Fan understood.

He picked up a piece of wood and a knife and began to carve crookedly.

If you don't do it yourself, you will never know the difficulty of carving.

Wu Fan only engraved two words, and then gave up decisively.

There was a burst of laughter from the crowd at the right time.

Ye Quanzhong had no choice but to throw a notebook and motioned for Wu Fan to write it in the notebook.

Wu Fan finished writing in minutes and handed it over.

Ye Quanzhong watched and recited silently, feeling that the writing was not bad, he glanced at Wu Fan with a little surprise, and asked indifferently, "Who did these two sentences?" Where did it come from?"

This question stumped Wu Fan, and he couldn't answer it for a while.

The crowd burst into laughter again.

"Little brother, although the poem is well written, if you can't tell the origin, you can't prove that it is an ancient poem, and it can't be counted as money." The middle-aged man kindly reminded.

Wu Fan was stunned.

In this way, his idea of exchanging money by selling broken sentences and broken sentences is not advisable.

Away from here, he continued to play.

Inadvertently.

He saw a booth explaining the painting of Chinese paintings, and there were many people gathered around.

He stepped forward and found that it was a girl with a light in her eyes.

The other party was dressed very plainly, and he was working hard to explain what he had learned.

"The brushwork of Chinese painting is mainly reflected in the use of lines."

"Those well-known painters often use the thickness, length, dryness and wetness, shade, rigidity and softness, density and other changes of brush lines to express the shape and spirit of the object and the rhythm of the picture."

Wu Fan listened quietly for a while, and felt that what the girl said was similar to the knowledge of Chinese painting that he knew, but Chinese painting was easier said than painted.

It is undoubtedly difficult for the girl to rely on a few words to attract Chinese painting lovers to watch and pay for her works.

Wu Fan picked up a few of the girl's landscape paintings at random, and with a cursory glance, he could see that these paintings were empty but not intentional, which was enough to judge that the girl's level of Chinese painting had not yet reached the professional level.

"Handsome guy, can you buy a few pairs?" The girl said with a blank look in her eyes, and the pleading was full of meaning.

"More money?" Wu Fan asked.

"Fifty...... No! Thirty...... Twenty is fine. The girl said in a panic.

Wu Fan glanced at the other party, such a price is not expensive, but it is really useless to buy it.

"Are you a student?"

Wu Fan asked casually, because he noticed the backpack that the girl put aside, and the bag had the words "School of Media and Communication of Zhejiang University" on it.

He had always wanted to go to the academy to recruit a few cartoonists, but he didn't expect to meet a student here.

"Yes...... Neither is it. The girl said a little lonely.

"Oh?" Wu Fan became interested and asked, "Can you tell me what's going on?"

When asked about the sadness, the girl's mood suddenly became very lost, but she still forced a smile and said, "It's nothing, if you don't want to buy it, handsome guy, can you put down my painting?"

Wu Fan decisively put it down and turned to leave.

Next street corner.

Wu Fan saw a row of stalls selling comic posters, surrounded not only by many people, but also by people playing cosPlay.

Pacing in front of each stall.

Wu Fan roughly admired the posters of various anime characters, and there was no wave in his heart.

"Book covers, half-sleeves, posters, and ...... of manga characters made to order on the spot"

"I've taken pictures with anime characters, twenty-one ......"

"Rental and sale of anime character costumes......

……

The cries are endless.

Not far away.

A lot of young people gathered together to enclose a stall.

From time to time, someone shouted.

"Give me a portrait of all the members of Scarlet Scythe."

"I want a portrait of all the members of "Variety Beautiful Girl"."

"I want a picture of the Seven Stars of Chess Soul."

……

Driven by curiosity, Wu Fan stepped forward and squeezed in.

There was a plainly dressed girl, buried in the stall and drawing.

When he saw the girl, Wu Fan was stunned.

Didn't the other party just set up a stall on the last street to sell Chinese paintings?

Isn't it the same person?

When the girl finished painting a picture and handed it to the buyer, Wu Fan saw the girl's face clearly, and it was the girl before.

It's just that......

Something doesn't seem quite right.

The other party changed places and changed places, maybe it was too fast, right?

Suppressing the doubts in his heart for the time being, Wu Fan looked at the painting that the girl had just finished.

At first glance, the resulting painting is not much different from a high-definition poster printed on a computer, but if you look closely, you will find that the texture is very delicate, the lines and outlines are very soft, the eyes of the drawn characters are very expressive, and they are more vivid and bright after being painted and laminated.

Coupled with the on-site custom gimmick, it's no wonder that the popularity here remains high.

With this level, what are you going to do selling Chinese paintings?

"I'm sorry, guys! The paint was running out of colors, and I couldn't paint the next one. ”

That's when it happened.

The girl bowed her head to the crowd and apologized.

The gathered crowd began to disperse.

Seeing that Wu Fan didn't move, the girl's eyes swept over and said apologetically, "Handsome guy, if you want to customize, let's ...... in the afternoon."

Wu Fan stared at the girl for a little and asked, "Wasn't you the one who betrayed the Chinese painting just now?" ”

The girl glanced at Wu Fan, shook her head, and said, "That's my sister." ”

Twin sisters?

Wu Fan was unexpected.

He was about to say something, but he saw the so-called sister coming with a bag on her back.

"Sister, I didn't sell one." Sister Ning Xue said with a bitter face.

Sister Ning Yu stepped forward and hugged her sister and comforted, "It's okay, take your time!" Chinese paintings are not very good sellers. ”

"Sister, how much did you sell?" Ning Xue asked.

Ning Yu sighed, "The comics are easy to sell, but they cost too much paint, and I didn't even earn two hundred after the cost." ”

"Then the tuition fee for the next semester ...... What should I do......" Ning Xue's eyes instantly reddened, and she couldn't cry until she endured it.

"I don't know." Ning Yu pursed her lips, her face gloomy.

Wu Fan stopped not far away and listened to the conversation between the sisters.

He stayed here to ask the two for help.

As students of the School of Media and Communication of Zhejiang University, it is not difficult for them to help him convey the news of "recruiting cartoonists".

"Hello!" Wu Fan smiled and said, "Excuse me for a while." ”

"What else do you have?" Ning Yu frowned.

"That's right, I'd like to hire a few cartoonists to help me draw comics." Wu Fan said slowly, "I see that you are students of Zhejiang University Media, can you help me spread this news?" ”

"You're hiring?" Ning Yu's beautiful eyes flashed.

"Drawing comics?" Ning Xue was suspicious.

"Yes, I'm a comic creator, and I currently have a comic book that I want to serialize, but I don't have enough time, so I can only find a cartoonist to ghostwrite." Wu Fan explained.

"Really?" Ning Yuhu was suspicious.

"How much can you pay?" Ning Xue asked directly.

"Of course it's true." Wu Fan affirmed, "As for the salary...... Interviews are available. ”

"You're a well-known cartoonist?" Ning Yu asked.

"How many people do you need to hire?" Ning Xue spoke at the same time.

"I'm not a well-known cartoonist at the moment, but definitely in the future." Wu Fan said confidently, "It's best to have four people." ”

Ning Yu glared at her sister, who immediately stopped asking.

It can be seen from the problems that the two are concerned about that the sister is very cautious, and the younger sister is still a little simple.