I Just Want To Deliver a Normal Takeaway

"No, I'll just draw whatever I want. If I can draw, I can pack them together."

"That's it, then you can take care of yourself."

After about two hours of painting, Yang Nai's side was finally finished, and Chen Feng said that he was just painting casually, but who knew that he became more and more serious about painting, and now a thin layer of sweat broke out on his head.

Yang Nai finished the work a little earlier than Chen Feng. Yang Nai drew a cherry blossom tree with her name and production date signed on the bottom. Although it looks flawed, it is also the result of her hard work.

Although this gift has not been sent out yet, she is very satisfied!

After finishing the work, Yang Nai stretched her waist, she has been sitting here to draw, and she can only stand up when she gets up to pick up the sand, her waist has hardened a lot.

By the way, what is Xiaofeng painting?

From the beginning of painting by himself, Xiaofeng took the drawing board and went to draw sand paintings by himself. Could it be said that Xiaofeng has come into contact with similar things before? Don't say it's really possible.

From Chen Feng's body, Yang Nai always learned all kinds of mysteries, from the initial car accident to recovering from fractures in one day, and later he might see ghosts, know how to explode, and finally even held a Beretta that he didn't know where he came from. 92f saved himself...

She leaned over curiously, and the boss who had been instructing her to draw sand paintings was also curious. When they came behind Chen Feng, they were taken aback for a moment.

What is drawn on the two-square-meter sand painting?

ruins? armored car? Soldiers with guns? Grenade rolling on the ground...

Chapter 77 You must find an excuse to send something, this is the principle

This is clearly a battlefield map of modern infantry fighting, but it was all drawn by Chen Feng. He painted very seriously, and the sand to be used had already been installed in advance, so he didn't even notice that there were two more people beside him.

It would be better to say that Chen Feng either did not do things directly, or he did them very seriously, there were almost only two possibilities.

Half an hour later, when the last layer of sand color was finished, Chen Feng got up suddenly.

"Ah, the drawing is finally finished...huh? When did you two come here?"

Unless it is in danger, it is difficult for Chen Feng to notice what is happening around him when he concentrates on it. There is no danger for these two guys standing behind him and watching his painting, so Chen Feng naturally ignores it up.

He has always been confident in himself, and when he saw the way the two looked at the painting, Chen Feng seldom boasted.

"Well, my hands-on ability is really good, right?"

After seeing what Chen Feng drew, the boss suddenly felt that he had been smashed...

The glue used to make sand paintings is specially made, so the solidification speed is very fast. In about ten minutes, the glue is completely integrated with the sand, and a sand painting that can be put into a photo frame is made in this way.

As a commemoration of his first sand painting, Chen Feng also asked the boss to bind the sand painting he had drawn at his own expense.

Because Chen Feng used the largest picture frame in the store, the boss also made a picture frame on the spot in the warehouse to cover Chen Feng's unique sand painting.

It can only be said that this kind of more experiential handicraft production, even if the buyer does it himself, the price is not much higher. A 2 square meter sand painting by Chen Feng, plus the materials he consumes, etc. It cost nearly 40,000 yen, and Yang Nai's boss personally guided and helped to debug it. It is only a quarter of Chen Feng's sand painting, but the price is twice as high as Chen Feng's.

However, looking at her appearance, she didn't feel that she was losing money. On the contrary, she felt that she was making a profit. Chen Feng could understand this, just like when he was a mercenary, each person could get 100,000 dollars for a small business. A single person can even get close to a million dollars. Although most of the money will be spent on alcohol, drugs or buying equipment, there is still a lot of the rest. The money they spend every day is not even the average middle-class person. Class people can imagine.

Even in the end, when Chen Feng became the leader of an organization in a certain area, the money in his hand was completely in a situation where there was no way to spend it. In a sense, he seemed to be a capitalist?

After all, the means of production, that is, a group of hard-working mercenaries, are in his hands. When necessary, he can even cooperate with some countries with ulterior motives to completely change the regime in a certain area.

He hates playing politics, because the way politics sends signals to each other is too obscure, and if the interpretation is wrong, it will cause a huge disaster.

But he no longer wants to be a mercenary. A long-term mercenary life will make a person numb and crazy. He has had enough of the pain in this area, and he has no reason to do that kind of thing now. It used to be a last resort. , Now I have other ways out, so why choose the old way that once led me to have nothing?

Don’t you enjoy delivering food well and learning economics, accounting, architecture, computer programming in your spare time… these things?

I have survived the hard days and enjoyed the prosperous days. In fact, in a sense, I have a really strong ability to adapt to the environment.

Probably, this is the will.

There is neither the unwillingness of "several generations of hard work, why lose to Han Chuang's hard study", nor the pride and complacency of "Han Chuang has studied hard for more than ten years, and he has become a master all the way". What a feeling...

As long as there are many skills in hand, he can live comfortably at any time and in any environment. This is Chen Feng's philosophy all along. Otherwise, why would he learn so many things?

The packaging of Xianghua is very exquisite. At least in business, customers must feel that it is worth the price. After receiving two sand paintings drawn by Chen Feng and Yang Nai, the two left the house in the sound of farewell from the boss and his daughter. shop.

"gone back?"

Chen Feng asked.

"No, it's still very early~" Yang Nai rolled up his sleeves, shook the blue bow tie tied around his collar twice, and brought the lady's watch on his delicate wrist to Chen Feng, "It's only three o'clock in the afternoon Clock."

"Then what are you going to do?"

Chen Feng has never been very interested in shopping. He has already planned what he wants to buy before going out. He has even researched where it is sold. He can directly plan the shortest route and buy it all the way. There is no need at all. So troublesome.

He also doesn't understand why so many girls like to drag their friends to wander aimlessly in the street or shopping mall, it's tiring and ineffective, doesn't it?

"There are so many things we can do. Come on, let's put things in the car and take you for a stroll later."

Yang Nai said with a smile.

"Is it so interesting to go shopping in a shopping mall that sells things..." Chen Feng sighed, "Walking around is not just about eating, wearing, wearing, and playing, you will never be able to get away from these things."

"Yeah, shopping at the mall has never been so much fun."

"Then go shopping with a mallet."

"It's interesting to go shopping with other people. Come on, your painting is really big enough. It probably won't fit in the trunk. I'll have someone deliver it to your home."

"I feel that the size of my house is not suitable for hanging this thing."

Chen Feng held up the painting with both hands, always feeling like a porter, but these words made Yang Nai feel puzzled.

"Eh? Originally, I thought you wanted to hang it at home."

"No." Chen Feng shook his head, "I just made it on a whim, and then I paid for it."

"It really looks like an impulsive consumption."

Chen Feng's expression was quite bitter.

"If it's done well, I might give it away, but after all, it's the first time I've made a sand painting. It feels like there are too many flaws, and the composition is not fine enough."

"Oh, is that so? Why don't you give it to me!"

"I'll give it to you if you want it. Anyway, it's piled up in the corner and there's nowhere to hang it in my house."

"You really want to send me?"

Yang Nai looked at Chen Feng in shock.

"Yes, I'll see you off." Chen Feng raised his head and thought for a while, then asked, "When is your birthday?"