Wang Yilin had already chased Wei Lianhua and ran out, leaving only Wu Qiaofeng standing in the yard.
When she noticed the change in the technicians' eyes, Wu Qiaofeng hurriedly came over and explained: "That's paint. Smell it, the smell hasn't gone away yet!"
Director Zheng and technician: "..." It does smell like paint, but why does it look like a murder scene?
They are not people who have never seen red paint before. The paint in front of them was splashed very skillfully.
Bright red paint splashed on the wall, then dripped to the ground.
There are also some long red lines on the outside of the paint, which seem to have been casually smeared on the paint by hand.
Because there are some messy bright red bloody handprints on the outermost edge.
Under the strong visual impact, the wall looked like a crime had just been committed, shocking their eyes.
The village chief gave Wu Qiaofeng a deep look, but he did not hesitate to ask about the origin of the paint.
They are all from their own village. If something happens to Wei Shitou's family, his face will not be good.
After leading a group of people into the house, the village chief introduced Director Zheng and his team to Wei Shitou, who was sitting on the kang.
After hearing what Director Zheng had said, the village chief added with emotion: "Shitou, I also grew up watching Lotus. Now that Lotus has such abilities, you, as a father, should also pay more attention. Good advice.
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If Lotus enters the factory, it will not only contribute to the country, but also help your family. "
People from all walks of life in the backing village can be related to each other.
It's not that he couldn't see Wei Shitou's suffering in these years.
It's just to help the urgent but not the poor. Everyone is in a hurry and can't afford much money.
And Wei Shitou and his wife have a devilish temperament that they can't control. They don't get close to their promising eldest son, but they insist on supporting their unmotivated daughter.
As time passed, the village chief became completely fed up with them.
Even when walking, he would subconsciously avoid Wei Shitou's house.
Who would have thought that although Wei Lianhua looked crazy, she had learned such a great skill quietly.
Could it be that Wang Zhiyuan taught...
In any case, being able to work in a factory and have an iron job is what they dream of.
If this was his child, even if he was beaten with a broom, he would be beaten to the lathe factory.
Then Wei Shitou actually wanted to think about it for so long. Are he really not afraid that the cooked duck will fly away?
There is no one who can spoil a child like this.
But having said that, if it were his child, he would go to work in Dian Dian without being beaten.
Therefore, Wei Shitou might have the root of his madness, otherwise how could Wei Lianhua be so crazy?
As if to confirm the village chief's idea, Wei Shitou reached out and took out his own long branch. Under the gaze of everyone, he put it in his mouth and smashed it a few times.
Then he let out a long breath.
Everyone present: "..." Damn it, didn't it mean that Wei Lianhua was the only lunatic in the Wei family? Why did the situation not seem right?
After a few times, Wei Shitou said bitterly to the village chief: "Brother, it's not that we don't want to think about the child, it's just that the child Lianhua likes to make decisions by herself in everything, and her mother and I really can't control it! "
The village chief asked subconsciously: "Why can't you control it? Isn't Lianhua's hysteria cured?"
Wei Shitou sighed deeply: "Because..."
Before he could say anything, Wei Lianhua's slightly hoarse voice came from the window: "Because I plan to be a painter."
Village Chief & Factory Manager Zheng & Technician: "..." Nani!
Wei Lianhua is a determined person.
In the following time, despite everyone taking turns to persuade me, I still firmly refused to go to work in the factory.
He only insisted that he had artistic talent and must become a great painter.
Speaking of excitement, she also did not forget to let everyone admire the "murder scene" she painted in the yard.
Wei Lianhua is indeed a successful person.
She had seen clearly this afternoon that the painter just threw some red paint on the canvas casually.
Then I took a paintbrush and traced it casually a few times, and got a lot of money.
She will also do such things, ensuring that she can use more materials than that person.
Presumably you will make more money.
After making up her mind, Wei Lianhua did not forget to bring two buckets of paint back from outside to try her craft. Now it seems that the effect is quite good.
The man wasted some paper, using only one-tenth of a piece of paper.
She is different.
Just look at this wall and you will know how cost-effective it is.
Success is just around the corner, so why bother with any machines?
She's not stupid.
Wei Lianhua, who has already decided on a career direction, remains unmoved no matter how others persuade her.
The question was urgent, so she took everyone to see the "artwork" she painted on the wall of the courtyard.
At the end, I didn’t forget to ask everyone what they thought.
Everyone whose name was called: "..." What do you think? We just want to dig out our own eyes.
This kind of painting is basically done by Xiong, and is a perfect copy of the murder scene.
Why paint at this level? No matter what you do, you can make more money than painting.
If Wei Lianhua can be a painter in this life, then these big men can dance ballet.
At this moment, an aunt quietly looked inside from the gap in the courtyard wall.
What happened this afternoon was spread throughout the village.
First, a big factory director came to the village specifically to find Wei Lianhua.
Then Wei Lianhua demolished her brother's house and revealed Zheng Xicui's love affair with the pretty boy.
Finally, the village chief personally took people to Wei Shitou's house, but he has not come out until now.
Three things in a row really made everyone happy.
He wanted to know what happened to Wei Shitou's family.
When the aunt came over, Wei Lianhua happened to be standing by the wall with Director Zheng and others to look at her paintings.
Wei Shitou's family has been poor for many years. Although the village has provided electricity, there are no electric lights in the yard, not even a flashlight.
Fortunately, Wang Yilin was attentive and handed Wei Lianhua a torch.
So the aunt immediately saw Wei Lianhua standing in the yard holding a torch.
And the bloody patch on the wall.
Under the beating flames, those bright red handprints were extremely obvious.
In addition, Wei Lianhua's face looked bright and dark against the background of the torch.
The aunt subconsciously took two steps back, and a long series of screams instantly pierced the sky: "Killing!"
Looking at the aunt's crawling back, Wei Lianhua lowered her head and looked at Wang Yilin: "She is sick!"
No artistic talent at all.
Wang Yilin was afraid of the red paint on the wall from the bottom of her heart. She subconsciously shrank from Wei Lianhua: "Well, she has something wrong with her eyes."
No way, having too good eyesight is indeed a problem.
Feeling that he couldn't listen anymore, Director Zheng said softly from the side: "How about you use more watercolors of several colors next time and try painting on paper."
It looks better than throwing paint on the wall.
Wei Lianhua tilted her head and looked at Director Zheng sideways. The sight made the back of his head shiver before she nodded and said, "Although you don't understand art, you are quite thoughtful."
Director Zheng, who was inexplicably praised: "..." Thank you!
