Some people can feel the rain, while others just get wet. Chris stretched out her hand flatly, feeling the tingling sensation of the dense raindrops hitting her palm.
She likes rainy days. I like the sense of isolation where I don't have to do anything, just stay in the room and listen to the sound of rain outside the window.
I like to hold an umbrella on a rainy day and feel the leisurely feeling of raindrops hitting the umbrella and then sliding off the edge.
I also like the wet city at night, with the illusion of neon reflected everywhere. Because at this time, it is the time when even one person can feel the happiness of loneliness.
Not wanting to be associated with anyone. In a sense, even I feel that I am a difficult person to deal with... But.
That kind of self, but I don’t know when it started to seem to be drifting away. Now, just keep being
"Chris" can always enjoy the happiness of being surrounded by all kinds of love. Different from the loneliness I was used to before, this was another completely unfamiliar experience.
But...it's not bad. Looking at the person standing next to her, Chris had a very subtle feeling.
If he hadn't launched a strategy like in the original animation, he would still have fallen in love with himself. Does that mean more or less that part of what he likes... is real?
"And me?
"Excuse me, Miss Chris, would you like to accompany me in the rain?" Looking at her face, Wayne suddenly asked with a chuckle.
Chris was slightly startled. His teasing look reminded her suddenly of the time when Wayne asked her what Asasi was.
At that time, I told him: I help hold an umbrella when it rains. If there is no umbrella, we will get wet together in the rain. Glancing at him, Chrissy said, "Are you stupid? How can a lady run out to get wet in the rain?" Hearing Chrissy's answer, Wayne showed a hint of embarrassment.
He just said it casually.
"There is an umbrella on the carriage, please wait a moment, young lady." Fortunately, Karen relieved Wayne's dilemma. When the coachman who had been waiting outside saw a few people coming out, he turned the carriage back and stopped at the doorstep.
However, they were not able to successfully board the carriage. Modric also followed out at some point. I saw him reaching out and grabbing the corner of Wayne's clothes, with a resentful look in his eyes as if he was looking at an unlucky benefactor.
"Hey...if you don't let go, I'm going to take coercive measures." Wayne said with a dark look on his face.
"I heard that the most profitable business is people's business!" Modric said. Standing in a well-lit area, I realized that although the clothes he was wearing were clean, they were obviously very old, and the original bright colors had been washed out and turned a little white.
"Believe me, this transaction will definitely become the investment with the highest return rate for the Wenche family!" Ah... do you also want to participate in human trafficking?
After his series of explanations, Wayne finally figured out what medicine he was selling in his gourd.
It seems that he is not willing to leave the royal capital in such a dejected manner, and wants to take another chance with the help of the Wenche family.
Looking at his clothes, Wayne said expressionlessly: "So, what can you provide us?" Several people stood at the door and started the interview on the spot.
"The venue and my talent." Modric was full of confidence.
"To tell you the truth, I'm actually a talented painter whose pearls are covered with dust!" It's okay to brag about yourself.
If he really is a talented person, it wouldn't hurt to recruit him. Modric is still a viscount after all. Even though he comes from another province, he has no roots in the royal capital.
But this is not a problem. The foundation of the giant tree of the Wenche family is big and thick. By using the channels of the Wenche family and finding him a position in the royal capital, wouldn't he have a foundation?
However, the premise of all this must be based on the fact that this person does have real talent and learning.
"So, your masterpiece?" Wayne asked suspiciously. When he mentioned his painting, Modric became reserved: "Please come with me and take a look." Several people looked at each other and followed him back into the dark room.
Modric led everyone into the back room from the other side of the passage. He no longer had the lazy look before, and his attitude was extremely cooperative, even to the point of being a bit unreasonable.
"All my paintings are stored in the warehouse at the back." When I walked out from the other side, I discovered that there was a very large open space in the backyard.
"When I first came to the capital, I was deceived into buying this land at a very high price because I was unfamiliar with the place." He talked about those unbearable past events.
"At the time, I didn't think it was a big deal."
"After all, you can make more money after spending it. I thought that my paintings would soon become famous and popular, and I would become a guest of many nobles in the royal capital." As a result, the reality obviously did not go as expected.
Otherwise, he wouldn't be reduced to what he is now.
"Mr. Modric, haven't you considered joining the Painters Association?" In order to standardize the management of various industries, the Kingdom allows all walks of life to establish some associations for industry exchanges after official registration.
Generally speaking, there will be many industry leaders in those places, and a platform for all association members to communicate with each other will be provided.
Joining a well-funded association is also a good choice for newcomers to the industry.
The most influential Kingdom Painters Association at present is the official association at the same level as the Kingdom Playwrights Association and led by the Royal Family of St. Lornes.
As far as Wayne knows, the Kingdom Painters Association often produces picture albums for new painters and introduces them to the major nobles in the noble circle.
If their paintings are admired, they will be lucky enough to receive long-term funding from the great nobles, allowing them to concentrate on creation instead of production.
Chrissy alone has funded many painters in the name of the Winche family. In the aristocratic circle, there are many similar forms of funding, whether it is playwrights, painters, pianists... as long as they can be appreciated, they all have opportunities.
In contrast, whenever artists who are temporarily in trouble become famous, they are often rewarded with fame, and the name of the nobleman who funded them is spread even more loudly.
However, after all, only a few of the few can receive funding, and the rest are just hidden in obscurity.
The unknown Modric sighed.
“I originally joined.
“It’s just that on the first day, I had a conflict with the president of the Kingdom Painters Association and made fun of him.
"So, I was expelled. Because of this incident, other painters associations were unwilling to take me in." As he said this, he looked disappointed.
"..." Wayne simply didn't know what to say. No wonder they would rather give it away than want to hug the Wenche family's lap.
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