Department of Painting Shenhao

Chapter 66: Finished painting and stepping on the sewing machine (please order first)

Fan’s reply: [@林兴鱼, don’t be led by this anti-fan. You can’t draw that thing casually. If you don’t draw it well, he will laugh at you. If you draw it well, the policeman will treat you to tea.]

That fan: [Laughing, can he draw fake things that look real? The policeman came to look for him. You really think highly of him, so you slipped away. This UP master can only draw some trivial things, which is boring.]

It's just a provocation.

Lin Xian knows many UP owners and understands what some fans want to see. But if you leave a message and ask them to draw you, if you don’t draw, they will stimulate you to challenge.

But... Lin Xian has never painted the dollar thing before.

Can this thing really be painted?

Lin Xian is timid. He is timid because I am good at painting.

Lin Xian took a sip of chicken soup and stepped on the floor tiles. Maybe the painting was too realistic and what he stepped on was a sewing machine.

Things like currency cannot be scribbled on.

"Hmm..." Lin Xian held her chin and thought for a while, "But drawing U.S. dollars is very challenging. Once you finish this drawing, you can become popular again, and you can enlarge the proportions of U.S. dollars and draw one side of the bank, right?"

He felt itchy because he hadn't accepted a challenge from a fan for a long time.

"Yes! Just do it like this!"

Lin Xian likes challenging painting skills.

Lin Xian: "Okay, no problem."

Those who study this stuff will easily step on the sewing machine.

"Hey, Lin Xian, where are you?"

Zou Qianqian: [I’ll see you downstairs in twenty minutes.]

"Oh... so mysterious?" Zou Qianqian opened the car door, bent down, covered the skirt behind her butt with one hand, and took out a stack of U.S. dollars from the center armrest with the other hand, with a face value of 100 U.S. dollars.

…

Zou Qianqian smiled, glanced at the bag in his hand, and said, "What's in it?"

Lin Xian: "???"

Zou Qianqian sent a prompt to send the game files to the mailbox, and also sent a WeChat message: [Do you need me to send you a dollar?]

Zou Qianqian parked her Porsche 911 at the door.

Of course, there is a reason for this. After all, he is the only one in this family and has no parents to remind him to take care of his health.

Zou Qianqian's show of affection towards Lin Xian was of course based on Lin Xian's talent.

Lin Xian bought a Coke at the gate of the community and went home.

But it's exciting, isn't it?

Didi didi...

Wearing a LV women's white silk tank top on the upper body, a short skirt studded with sequins on the lower body, a pair of glasses, and a bun, she looks like a royal sister. This is her after taking a shower after get off work. Naturally, you have to look like you are at work when you go to work.

Lin Xian had to admit that the aura of the rich woman was really different and very strong. This was the aura brought by money and status.

Only then did Zou Qianqian let go.

Now Lin Xian's strength is still developing obscenely, and the society has not yet made a fool of himself with Lin Xian.

The challenge lies in the details. Since you want to draw, you have to draw and zoom in to see that the details are exactly the same.

Lin Xian:【OK.】

As for what kind of aura Lin Xian has now, well, in today's society, only the aura of money and power is the strongest.

Lin Xian waved from across the street and trotted over with a bag in hand.

This means that as long as you draw a few illustrations, the stack of dollars will be yours.

I don’t know if I’ll have a chance to use the sewing machine after I finish drawing. Anyway, just don’t get caught by the mafia and draw dollars.

"OK, let's start work!"

"Sister Qianqian, walk slowly."

Zou Qianqian also wanted to see if Lin Xian could actually draw realistic U.S. dollars.

…

This also shows that Lin Xian will be favored by a game company boss only if he has the ability. If he doesn’t have the ability, others will not look down on you.

Lin Xian scratched her head. She obviously heard her calling her "Zou Fu Po" in the afternoon.

He pulled the chandelier over and pointed it at the painting table, took out the 100 U.S. dollar, and studied it carefully for a moment.

There is less authentic Coke flavor.

Zou Qianqian: "Remember, after you finish drawing the dollars, you can help me draw some game illustrations."

"Uh...you are a rich woman, aren't you?"

Stretched out and moved the joints of his hands.

When I got home, I put all the Coke in the refrigerator, opened a bottle, poured it into a glass, put a few ice cubes on it, and took a sip.

Speaking of buying Coke, Lin Xian is also in pain now. Cokes in supermarkets now have cherry, lime, etc. flavors, which are weird.

The most important thing when drawing a dollar pencil is that after drawing for a while, you need to sharpen the pencil so that every line on the dollar is consistent.

Lin Xian: "What's the exchange rate? I'll send it to you via WeChat?"

"Thank you, Sister Qianqian." Lin Xian reached out and took the dollar bill, while Zou Qianqian's manicure held the other end.

"I see you."

"Hello, sister Qianqian."

Continuing to outline the lines one by one, Lin Xian suddenly felt like a forger in a movie?

As long as Lin Xian enters the immersive state of painting, he will forget time and will not go back to sleep until he is too sleepy.

Just like what was said when the system was loaded - society is a bitch, it only shows off to the rich.

"You won't call me Mrs. Zou this time?"

"???" Residents of the neighborhood who were passing by looked at this beautiful rich woman giving Lin Xian money. What was going on? He didn't really want to work hard and was taken care of by the rich woman, right? Alas... he was defeated by reality after all.

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Lin Xian:【What should you give me?】

In fact, Lin Xian was still very lonely when she returned home.

If it is really drawn, Zou Qianqian will defeat him and must be included.

Lin Xian:【How do you know?】

"Okay, I'm going home. If you have any questions, call me."

Lin Xian is a man who strives for perfection.

An hour passed before Lin Xian had painted half of Franklin's hair.

"No, just think of it as a deposit." With that said, Zou Qianqian threw the remaining wad of dollars into the passenger seat.

Zou Qianqian: [In US dollars, of course!]

One yard after another, Lin Xian planned to return the dollar to her after finishing the painting.

When you look through a magnifying glass, each root appears to be lifelike, with the same luster.

Zou Qianqian got into the cab, started 911, and disappeared on the street with a "buzz" sound.

After dinner, I went back to the studio without washing the dishes, opened my tablet, found a high-definition picture of a U.S. dollar, enlarged it, and started studying the details.

Zou Qianqian took out one and handed it to Lin Xian.

There are ten thousand dollars here, tsk tsk tsk... what a rich woman.

Appearance is for display, and talent is always the key to attracting others.

"Secret Weapon."

You can't rush this thing, it's a delicate job.

Take a magnifying glass in your left hand and a pencil in your right hand and start drawing dollars.

Zou Qianqian: [I accidentally clicked on your video and saw this comment with 99+ people discussing it. I think your temper will be stimulated and you will definitely accept the challenge. Do you need it? I will give it to you if you need it? 】

Put it aside.

Yes, she wanted to use Lin Xian. After all, Lin Xian's skills were so good, so there was no need for it to be a pity.

call……

Lin Xian was glad that the old man was from the Mediterranean. If he had thick hair, the amount of work would be huge.

My heart was pounding.

Well……

He likes to drink Coke the most, but he has not gained weight because he is so busy every day, painting and putting putty outside, which is physical work.

Lin Xian really didn’t have any dollars, so he still had to have something practical to study if he wanted to paint.

20 minutes later, at the entrance of Paris Sunshine Community.

Of course, God is fair. He closed a door for Lin Xian and opened a window for him.

…

The early morning sunlight shines into the bedroom through the window and shines on the wall painting of Gu Qingxia wearing a large flowered jacket.

Lin Xian was sleeping soundly while holding the quilt, and had a dream, which was full of US dollars...

(End of chapter)