Shenhao starts from fishing

After nightfall, the antique street gradually became deserted, but the Xingyue Furniture Plaza opposite it was singing and dancing, and it was very lively.

"You are my little mango..."

"What kind of rhythm is the most undulating..."

"Hen hen hen hen hen hen hen, Cuckoo day, who stole my Chua rice..."

"The eagle flying in the blue sky..."

One after another square dance music resounded in all corners of the square. Some were neatly dressed and danced with fans; others tended to hip-hop with a dazzling rhythm; and there was a long line up with their hands on the front shoulders. , Take two steps and stop one step, twist your neck and butt to play and continue walking, play the snake version of Plants vs. Zombies...

The naughty children chased and slapped happily, and shuttled in the square dance team.

And the road next to the square is brightly lit, with all kinds of shouts, and almost everything is bought. It is one of the more famous night markets in Qinghe.

When they didn't break up with You Lexuan before, the two of them often visited the night market.

Later, Ding Shuo was too lazy to get out of the door alone.

Ding Shuo parked the car slowly on the side of the road, found an empty space less than two meters under the street light, and handed a cigarette to the uncle selling fried skewers: "Uncle, can I put it here for a while?"

The bearded Uncle Fried Skewers rejected the cigarette that Ding Shuo handed over: "Thank you, I don't smoke, what do you sell?"

He watched Ding Shuo come down from the luxury car on the side of the road, thinking that the other party was here to fry the skewers, but he also came out to set up a stall...

Do rich second generations experience life?

Ding Shuo put the cigarette he passed over to his mouth: "I'll be an artist, and I will leave after a while."

"Performance?" Uncle Fried Skewers was taken aback, "Then you put it out, it just happens that the cotton candy seller is not in the stall tonight, and this place is empty and empty."

"Thank you!" Ding Shuo thanked him and went back to the car to take down the drawing board flower stand, pencil, and A4 paper. The uncle who was in charge of fried skewers borrowed a folding stool and easily set up a temporary booth.

However, passers-by directly ignored his existence before passing by his "booth", and even stopped for a while. Only a handful of passers-by cast a surprised look.

Is something wrong?

Ding Shuo got up and walked back and forth several times in front of his "booth".

Finally found the problem.

So he sat down on the folding stool again, and wrote eight words with a pencil on a piece of A4 paper: "Hilarious comics, one yuan per person!"

Feeling that it was not obvious enough, he bolded the font with a pencil.

Then, the eldest sister who sold socks on the other side borrowed a cardboard box and tape.

Stick A4 paper on the side of the carton, and complete a cash box and billboard at the same time.

Uncle Fried Skewer and the eldest sister who bought socks looked at each other in the air, with the same smiles on their faces. They had always agreed that this was a rich second generation who had just graduated from university and drove out a luxury car to experience life.

Just at night, there were not too many pedestrians on the road. Ding Shuo smiled and said to Uncle Fried String and Sister Socks: "Anyway, I am idle, I will draw a picture for you?"

"No, no, my old face is windy and sun-dried all day long, I don't paint or paint..."

"Neither do I, I have been suffering from insomnia recently, and my complexion is not very good..."

"Don't worry, I won't charge you any money. If you don't like it, just turn around and throw it away!" Ding Shuo said disapprovingly, using a few pencil strokes to outline the outline of Uncle Fried Skewer Poo.

He writes quickly, and while raising his eyes to look at Uncle Fried Skewers, there is no pause between each of his strokes, and the force of each stroke is just right, and the lines that appear are thick, thin, and of different depths. , And every stroke is fast and accurate, and there is no need to modify it.

He is not so much sketching, it is better to say that he is a walking printer.

The uncle fried skewers who didn't know how to draw, looked at himself gradually appearing on the A4 paper, and there was an unconcealable shock on his face: "Fuck..."

The characters on the screen have thick lips and exaggerated smiles, but they can be seen by a glance.

Sister Socks’ eyes were quickly attracted. She didn’t know how to draw, but the handsome guy who was sitting at the side concentrating on sketching for Uncle Fried Skewer was so fast that she sold two pairs of socks. Almost finished.

This speed made her a little wet.

She wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes. Once upon a time, she also had the dream of painting...

"Alright!" Ding Shuo closed his pen and glanced at the pointer on the watch secretly for 47 seconds.

I don't draw a lot of hands often, and it's still more than ten seconds slower than my peak speed.

"Fame +1..."

"Okay, brother, you have this skill, why come to the night market to set up a stall?" Uncle Fried string took the hilarious cartoon handed by Ding Shuo, secretly shocked, it turns out that he looks so happy.

"Let me take a look!" Sister Socks leaned over, read the comics and then read the uncle fried skewers, curled her mouth and nodded: "Like, really like, big brother, you painted so well, let me also draw soon One, I will give you money."

"Fame +1..."

"It doesn't matter whether money is or not, it's mainly because we are destined." Ding Shuo said with a smile, took out a piece of A4 paper and clipped it on the drawing board, and began to paint for Sister Socks.

With just a few brushes, I sketched out the appearance of Sister Socks.

People who don’t know how to paint may find it very critical.

But in the eyes of people who know how to paint, it's even more damned.

45 seconds!

Ding Shuo shook his aching wrist and handed the drawn cartoon to Sister Socks.

"Fame +1..."

"That's amazing, big brother, I knew you were coming to set up a stall tonight, so I brought my kids here. The painting is really good!"

"Yeah, my little brother, with your craftsmanship, the uncle will give you fried kidneys!" He said that the uncle fried string rolled up his sleeves and was about to work, but Ding Shuo stopped him in time.

It's too greasy to eat this stuff at night!

Uncle Fried Skewer and Sister Socks yelled from the sidelines, and soon passers-by stopped in front of Ding Shuo’s "stall", with the mentality of trying, threw a dollar into the box and sat on the folding stool. Make a pose.

The butt here hasn't been heated yet, the drawing is finished over there.

"Fame +1..."

"Fame +1..."

"Fame +10..."

"Fame +1..."

"Wow!"

"Fuck!"

"Cheats!"

"Boss, your drawing is great, that... can you draw more pictures for me? I want to give it away!"

In this way, Ding Shuo was busy for nearly an hour, drew about forty or fifty pictures. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, feeling that his hand and neck were about to break.

And he didn't know that among the group of customers he painted just now, there was a big boss worth more than 100 million yuan.

At 8 o'clock in the evening, Ding Shuo's booth was crowded with onlookers.

There are more than a dozen people in line, and the surge in traffic has brought business to several stalls around Ding Shuo.

Uncle Fried Skewers and Sister Socks laughed from ear to ear.

Ding Shuo shook his wrist, smiled and said to a little girl at the front of the line: "Little sister, it's your turn..."

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(Recently, I’m tired and the quality may have declined. I hope you’ll forgive me. I’ll see my performance after this time. No, no, it’s not aluminum...)