I Don’t Want To Be Popular

[Shishkin Character Card]: Shishkin, who was born in the small town of Yebraga in 1832, failed to achieve his goals at the age of 20. The host equips this card to simulate life conditions, and goes deep into the ground floor of local Russian cities to observe and feel the artistic inspiration brought by life. Five days later, according to the settlement, he will obtain [Shishkin Oil Painting Inheritance]. ps: This card requires 10 million to activate.

ps: After equipping this card, the host will gain the temperament of [Qingliu Painter]. After five days, you can permanently acquire this temperament, just turn it on silently. By closing it silently, you can restore your own temperament.

Chen Chuan checked the balance: 67 million pounds, 90 million U.S. dollars, and 21.5 million yuan.

"Activate this card!" Chen Chuan made his decision.

He can afford 10 million, even if it is 20 million or 30 million, it will not be a loss. After all, this is the inheritance of a palace-level oil painting master. When integrated into a mobile game project, this painting skill can directly create value and monetize it.

Shishkin’s oil painting heritage, coupled with Shi Tao’s ink painting heritage, and the painting heritage of Chinese and foreign masters are double blessings. When it comes to drawing original paintings for mobile games, who dares to claim to be the second best in the world?

"10 million yuan has been deducted and [Xishijin Character Card] is activated." The system prompts,

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Early the next morning, he and Aurora drove back to Andrea Villa.

After breakfast, Chen Chuan wanted to go back to the city, leaving the affairs of the villa to Rokov.

Rokov took the order and drove him back to the city in a Hummer.

The scenery near Andrea Villa is beautiful, but it is too quiet. After all, it is in a scenic spot and does not have the bustling city.

The city of Kuzik is obviously much more lively.

He returned to the Ritz-Carlton Hotel where he was staying, took off his designer clothes, and picked off a 9.6 million Audemars Piguet Royal Oak.

After looking in the mirror, I really have the temperament of a "Qingliu painter". He looks like he doesn't have much money, his eyes are clear and watery, and he has a bit of an ascetic literary and artistic temperament, just like many young people who have little money and only have a heart to pursue creation. Like a painter.

I met the requirements of [Shishkin Character Card], which was to try to simulate and restore the life of the great writer when he was 20 years old.

Chen Chuan checked online and found that 20-year-old Xi Shijin had just been admitted to a vocational school of painting, sculpture and architecture. He had little money and no girls. Although his family was in business, he was only a small businessman. Not hungry, but not able to eat anything good either.

In society as a whole, the bottom is generally the bottom.

The 20-year-old Shishkin often visited civilian bars and striptease bars to observe the living conditions of the lower class citizens. Reading and thinking at the same time laid a solid foundation for his future creation.

Chen Chuan thoroughly studied the living conditions of 20-year-old Shishijin, and went out to buy a pair of ordinary jeans, an ordinary sweater, and a jacket to keep out the cold. I also changed my shoes from Fendi and put on ordinary sneakers bought at the local market.

After the replacement, a 20-year-old young man with the temperament of a "Qingliu Painter" came to life.

Next, just live in this state for five days.

Go to an ordinary bar, eat at a roadside restaurant, go to a striptease bar to observe life in detail, and when you come back in the evening, stay in a small hotel that costs 500 rubles a night.

The days are clear and happy.

After planning all this, Chen Chuan left the room with his suitcase packed with brand-name clothes and watches, and checked out.

This RMB 30,000-a-night presidential suite does not match the clear temperament of 20-year-old Xi Shijin.

At the front desk of the hotel, several blond girls looked at Chen Chuan who had changed into ordinary clothes with wide eyes.

Chen Chuan knew that it was not the clothes that were the problem, it was the temperament buff of [Qingliu Painter] that was at work.

"Sister, why are you looking at me like this?" Chen Chuan struck up a conversation in fluent Russian.

"Sir, are you an actor?" the blonde girl asked.

"Haha, why do you ask?"

"Because... your temperament is so different. When you came, you had the temperament of a young and rich handsome guy, but now you have the temperament of a handsome guy who is a little poor." said the blonde girl.

Chen Chuan laughed, the girl here really knows how to talk.

He is lovable and has both the front and rear temperament to stick to a handsome guy. He immediately wanted to give her 5,000 rubles as a tip.

But when I thought about it, it didn’t match the temperament of 20-year-old Shishkin, so I let it go.

Remember it for her and dump her next time you meet her.

After checking out, Chen Chuan found an ordinary small hotel on the street. It cost 450 rubles a night, which is equivalent to 45 yuan. The conditions were as you can imagine. The small room was not big, and the conditions were super average. The table, chairs, bed in the room, Simple and a bit old-fashioned.

Putting the suitcase in the room, Chen Chuan left the small room and walked on the street.

Remembering that I had made an appointment with Chachashu to meet at the central shopping mall at ten in the morning, I asked about the bus and took the bus there.

The bus stopped and stopped, taking longer than expected, and we passed the agreed ten o'clock.

Chen Chuan was ashamed. He had never been late for a date.

This time I met a fellow countryman in a foreign country, but I was actually late!

on WeChat.

Chachashu: "Master, are you here...I'm at the bus station where the central shopping mall is."

Chen Chuan: "We'll be there soon, there are three more stops!"

Chachashu: "It's okay..."

Chen Chuan: "I didn't expect the bus here to be so slow."

Chachashu: "Oh, you take the bus, it's very slow."

Next to the bus stop in the central shopping mall,

Two dark-haired girls were waiting.

A girl with a ponytail asked another girl with straight bangs: "Chacha, that luxury car expert from China you mentioned hasn't arrived yet? He's late. He's not a gentleman enough..."

"I just asked, he has three more stops, they are almost there."

"Three stops? He takes the bus?" The pony-tailed girl blinked, "Is this consistent with the identity of the McLaren P1 master? Have you been fooled by someone using online pictures again?"

"No, he is very wealthy. There are few regular taxis here. He has just arrived. Where can he get a taxi? He would not even dare to stop a private car," Chacha said.

"Anyway, you need to wash your eyes with water and don't be deceived. Although you and Andre have a quarrel and a cold war, you can't just go to the doctor for a sudden illness and find someone to take revenge on the little milk bear." said the ponytail girl.

"Please, don't say it so harshly. I didn't make an appointment with the p1 master, okay? When he comes here to travel, I just receive him. What's wrong with receiving compatriots in China?" Cha Chadao, "Also, the little milk bear is me. An exclusive title for Andre, please follow the call, thank you."

"Tsk, tsk, you smell so jealous. You're worried that I'll steal your little milk bear boyfriend, so I just said that."

The two were bickering when a bus stopped.

The back door opened and several passengers got out of the car, including a black-haired boy.

The black-haired boy looked cool and clear-eyed.

"Yes, is it this one?"

"Okay, it seems so."

The two girls talked softly.

Chen Chuan heard the girl's conversation, looked over, and saw a girl with a baby-fat face and straight bangs.

It looks very similar to the photo I received on WeChat last night. It even looks better in person than in the photo. It seems that this kind of baby fat appearance is not photogenic.

"Chacha tree?" Chen Chuan asked.

"Hi...Hi, hello master pp1." Chachashu opened her mouth and waved.

The pony-tailed girl on the side frowned slightly and looked Chen Chuan up and down.