Ten thousand copies is not a small number. In this era without copy machines, even a hundred or ten copies is not a small number. It will take a long time to rely only on manual labor.
"Master, do you think it's 100% successful?"
"Don't bargain, ten copies, ten copies are enough. Could it be that our products are only sold to ten people?" Wang Bu was dissatisfied. He cast a wide net, and not all people would consume his products. If it was only ten copies, I guess everyone can’t even drink the northwest wind.
"Master, this painting is not something that can be accomplished overnight. I want to paint 10,000 copies until the year of the monkey and the month of the horse." Zhu Wuyi raised his own question. After all, he is the one who uses his hands, not his mouth. The specific operation still depends on himself.
"Xiao Zhuzhu, don't be embarrassed. You have to believe in yourself. If you make progress, things will come true. You have to have confidence in yourself. If you don't force yourself once, you won't know how much potential you have. Wang Bushit advised." Show off your chicken-eating skills, young master, I'm optimistic about you."
Zhu Wuyi was in a dilemma. This has nothing to do with confidence. This is similar to ants eating elephants. It may be possible, but it will take a long time. Fantasy is not scary. What is scary is blind self-confidence. "Master, you Don't think of art too simply, ten thousand copies, it will take time to spend ten thousand taels, let alone paint ten thousand paintings, young master, I think you might as well kill me."
"It is against the law to commit murder. Don't dig a hole for the young master." Wang Bushu doubted that God was trying to punish him. Why did his group of subordinates have no other specialties except eating? They were all greedy for money and lustful. They will fall behind others, unable to get the top prize, and unable to earn money. Could it be that their existence is just to highlight their own greatness?
"Go, call Liu Mei and the others," Wang Bushit ordered. There is strength in numbers. Although Liu Mei and others have not studied painting, they should not be much different if they follow the gourd and draw the scoop.
Everyone was not very busy at work, and soon Liu Mei and others were called over, and saw the white cat and black dog with injured faces. Suddenly, Wang Busheng's mood problems caused by the bad weather improved, and there was nothing wrong with him. It makes me happier than seeing others miserable than myself.
Wang Bushi laughed and said, "Master's sword is still young. Look at you two. The location of the injury and the size and shape of the wound are exactly the same."
"Master, you can still laugh." He touched his injured face. Although White Cat and Black Dog didn't rely on their faces to make a living, they still cared about their appearance. The White Cat continued to say, "Master said, we two The money you lose will be credited to your account."
Upon hearing this, Wang Bushit was confused and asked, "Why?" He still owes money to Xiao Junjun, and Wang Busheng doesn't want to have another creditor for no reason.
The black dog was the first to say, "The master said that the father's debt must be paid by the son."
Well, this is what I said. No one with a long head would say it in front of his master. The white cat took a few steps back to make room for the young master.
"Hey, Master, why did you hit me? That's what the Master said." Black dogs are innocent
"When he gets old and confused, you should become confused too. When you turn around, ask Jinghao to show him whether he has Alzheimer's disease." Okay, after finishing the work, Wang Busheng felt completely comfortable.
Everyone has long been accustomed to this situation. If you don't see white cats and black dogs receiving education for a day, everyone will feel that their day is not fulfilling.
Wang Busui sat down and looked at his family. Life is short and things are unpredictable. In just a few months, he has grown from being alone to having so many family members now. Wang Busheng still feels very proud. If this rate continues, it is very possible to form a rebel team within a few years. Of course, living well is what Wang Busui insists on every day. It is impossible to seek death.
"Master, why did you come to us?" Liu Mei, the first servant to join us, asked first.
"It's nothing big. I just want you to use your talents, draw a few paintings, and write something." Wang Bushit replied lightly, pointing at Zhu Wuyi, "For the specific operation, you listen to Xiao Zhuzhu, and remember to be serious."
Everyone was confused about "painting and writing". To be honest, everyone was engaged in physical labor, so suddenly doing art was a bit scary.
"Yes, it's just painting," Zhu Wuyu took over and continued, "It's actually very simple. I already have a few paintings here. You can just copy them."
It shouldn't be difficult to draw a pig by looking at its head and meat.
"Well, it's getting late. I'm going back to rest. You guys will work overtime tonight. When you finish painting, you can rest. I'll ask Xiaohong and Xiaolu to prepare midnight snacks for you later. I'll stay up all night to fight. Master, I Waiting for your good news." As a young master and the head of the family, Wang Busheng couldn't do anything himself, not to mention he couldn't draw.
After washing up early, he returned to his bedroom. When he turned on his phone, two unread messages popped up. One was from Zhang Jinghui, saying that the location for the factory had been finalized. He hoped that Wang would not die to take a look tomorrow. The other one was naturally It was sent by Zhang Jingjun.
"What are you doing"?
Wang Busi hurriedly edited the message and sent it, "Xiao Tiantian, I have been working all day long. I am earning money to buy a house and marry you. What about you, what are you busy with? Are you tired today?"
"Dingling" Zhang Jingjun was probably holding her cell phone, and she replied to messages very quickly, "Hehe, I have money, so you don't have to worry about buying a house. I'm not very busy today, it's all about indoor scenes."
"Indoor" Okay, Wang Busheng thought too much. Japanese pirate movies have no requirements on space or shooting location. Often a table or a room will suffice.
"Yes, it's raining outside today, so I filmed some indoor scenes first,"
"Oh, it's not just about eating and sleeping, right?"
"It's almost the same, but I refused the sleeping part,"
"It's right to refuse. How can our little Junjun just lie on the same bed with an unfamiliar person?" Every man is selfish. They always hope that other people's wives wear as little as possible. The more clothes your woman wears, the better. In that era of excessive materialism and open-mindedness, everyone wants to have the first time, but the rare first time has become a luxury wish for many people.
As a person who has lived two lifetimes, Wang Busui has experienced things that many people have never experienced, but Wang Busui still adheres to his principles. When you can't give a woman a future, don't take off a woman's clothes and occupy her present.
Wang Bushi can't ask others to do this, but he insists on it. Wang Bushi can't decide anyone, but he hopes that the relatives around him can love him. Some things are lost forever.
"I knew you were a cheapskate,"
"Hehe, I'm still indifferent to letting my woman lie with another man. I'm still a man, and I'm not that generous."
"Tsk tsk tsk, who is your woman? You are so ashamed."
"This is a matter of time. If you don't see there are people around you who are better than me, it will definitely be your loss if you don't choose me."
"You will put gold on your face. Liang Chaoxian is prettier than you."
"Xiao Tiantian, your idea is wrong. The most important thing for a man is his responsibility, not his looks. I can carry a sack by myself, can he?"
Everyone has a love for beauty, even if a girl is looking for a partner, she will choose a good-looking and rich man. If you are ugly and have no money, unfortunately, there is a high possibility that you will be abandoned.
"But Liang Chaoxian is known as the nation's husband, and many people regard him as the standard for choosing a spouse." Zhang Jingjun retorted unconvincedly, saying that he is indeed good-looking, and there are still many fans who are willing to warm his bed.
"You want so many people to share the same husband? The streets are full of Liang Chaoxian's girlfriends. They just look better, it's no big deal."
"Tch, you just like to make strong arguments, but I don't like him anyway, so I can arrange him however you want."
"Yes, our little Junjun is naturally not one of those vulgar fans. He has a unique vision. The boyfriend he chooses must be a hero, a hero and a phoenix among men."
"Haha, brother Immortal, you know, I just like the way you are serious and shameless when you praise yourself."
"No, this is a fact. Don't you think I am excellent?"
Suddenly Zhang Jingjun said softly, "Brother Immortal, you are the best in my heart. I don't care what others think."
Wang Busheng felt very good having such a girlfriend who would spoil him if he wasn't careful.
"Very good perseverance. Even if the oceans and rocks are shattered, the earth is shattered and the sky is falling apart, I will still be your support and your other half."
Every moment between lovers is warm, romantic, and full of love. A man doesn't have to be too good, he is the best partner in her heart, and a woman doesn't have to be too beautiful, she has an unchanging appearance in his eyes.
"Brother Immortal, let me read you a song. I just thought of it."
"Okay, I will always be our little Junjun's first listener."
"Well, I promise you will always be my first time."
"Nice to have you"
Always wandering alone in the world
Aimless with no place to stop
I don’t know where to find what I want in my heart
lover's embrace lover's embrace
My heart stays on a lonely island
Holding in hand the knife that cuts off love
To whom are thousands of words spoken?
Nagging, noisy
Lover, I miss you and shout loudly
The tenderness of your appearance always lingers in my heart
Longing for a rain to water the withered flowers
Warm home and gentle settling down
It's really nice to have you
No more loneliness, happiness envelopes myself
It's really nice to have you
Show off in front of you without any scruples
"Hehe, that's all I'm thinking about now. I'll sing it to you when I finish the song." Zhang Jingjun said on the other end of the phone.
Inspiration is different from a woman's aunt. It comes at any time, sometimes on the street, sometimes in the bedroom, sometimes in dreams, and sometimes it may be a dirty place full of smell. Zhang Jingjun, who was lying in bed, thought of these lyrics when she thought of Wang Busheng.
"In ancient times, Cao Zhi wrote poems in seven steps. Today, our little Tiantian writes lyrics in one second. My little Junjun is really a genius."
"Hehe, it's good that you know me. You have to cherish me, otherwise I will run away with Biren."
"It's so good to have you. I'll tie you up with my sincerity. It's so good to have you. Let's grow old together listening to your songs. It's so good to have you. Let's look at the flowers and plants in the small courtyard together. It's so good to have you. Let's go together. Watching the sun and going out to watch the evening tide, it’s great to have you, I will be your only and strongest support in life.”
"Wow, Brother Immortal can also write lyrics, that's awesome."
"Of course. If I join the entertainment industry, I must be a big shot. We, husband and wife, work together to dominate the entertainment industry."
After having an affair with Zhang Jingjun for a long time, Wang Busheng finally dialed Zhang Jinghui's phone number and flirted with the two sisters all night. Did Wang Busheng deserve to go to hell?
The call is connected. Wang Bushit said, "Hey, Sister Jinghui, do you miss me?"
Zhang Jinghui hurriedly covered the microphone, "The meeting will end here. You all can go down. Chunqiao, you can work overtime tonight to set the specific price of the land. I can use it tomorrow."
"I understand, miss." Lian Chunqiao left with a stack of documents. With such a hard-working boss, the employees were actually quite tired.
Seeing everyone leaving, Zhang Jinghui whispered, "You are going to die. There was a meeting just now and there were so many people in the room."
"Hehe, sister Jinghui, don't I want to surprise you?"
"Surprise, haha, not really surprised, but more or less frightened,"
"Hehe, Sister Jinghui's voice is so nice, even her sarcastic words are so pleasant to the ear."
"Tch, stop flattering your sister. Just finished talking to Xiaojun."
"Sister, how do you know?" The idea that there was a spy around him became more certain in Wang Busui's heart.
"I called Xiaojun just now and she didn't answer, so naturally she just wanted to chat with you."
"Oh, that's right. I thought you had spies around me."
"I'm just so bored. If you have something to say, hurry up and say it. I'm afraid Xiaojun will call later."
"It's nothing, I just miss you."
"I miss you too. I'll hang up now. I'm worried about what Xiaojun will find out."
"No, I want a kiss."
"Okay, I'll give it to you next time"
"To touch"
"Okay, okay, I'll give it to you next time."
"Keep your word"
"It counts, it counts".
