Jiang Yu didn't hesitate and just picked up a chair with both hands.
Upon seeing this, his two guards rushed forward to help:
"Young Master, let's do it."
Before Jiang Yu could say anything, Su Yi spoke:
"It's not good for so many people to come. You still have weapons on your body. Who will dare to come and have a portrait taken then?"
His worries were not unreasonable. The two guards were armed with swords. Who would dare to get involved with them?
"I have to protect the young master personally and cannot leave." The expressions of the two guards were firm as if they were about to join the party.
Before, Jiang Yu had no one following him, so he was plotted against, left alone and helpless, and almost died.
Therefore, they did not dare to let Jiang Yu leave their sight.
"Okay, I don't need you to follow me here. Go find Feng Ying and the others. No one in Xiangzhou City dares to fight me yet."
Jiang Yu had this confidence. Xiangzhou was within his control, and his hands and eyes could be said to be all-powerful. Those people did not dare to throw themselves into the trap and wanted to kill him even at the risk of being exposed.
"But young master..."
"My words don't work anymore?" Jiang Yu's eyebrows darkened, and his anger leaked out.
The two guards looked confused and could only watch the young master carrying the two chairs away.
Su Wan looked back all the way and looked at the expressions of the two guards, as if they had eaten flies. It was very funny.
Why does this guy have two faces? He seems to be easy to get along with, but he turns out to be so cruel to his subordinates.
After leaving the house, I came to the busiest street, found a suitable location, and set up a small stall.
The lineup of handsome men and beautiful women quickly attracted the attention of passers-by.
Su Yi wrote a sentence and a portrait on a piece of paper, worth fifty cents each.
There are a few big characters on the board, but somehow I feel there is nothing new.
Therefore, Su Wan wanted to add a sentence to it, but when he picked up the pen and thought about his few words about "dog crawling", he was afraid that it would lower the grade even more.
"Fifth Brother, how about you add another sentence, if it doesn't look good, you don't need to pay for it?"
Su Yi didn't understand what Su Wan meant, but he didn't say anything and added these words.
The stall was officially set up, and many people came to watch it, but they only took a quick look and left. No one was prepared to pay to join in the fun.
Jiang Yu bought an umbrella from somewhere and used it to protect himself from the sun. He stood beside Su Wan as if nothing had happened, with most of the umbrella tilted towards her.
Su Wan, on the other hand, was worried about Fifth Brother's business and had no intention of thinking about anything else.
When I saw him holding an umbrella for me, I just said thank you and said nothing more.
Jiang Yu sneered silently, this little heartless guy kept talking about Xie every day.
"Lao Wu, could it be that the price you bid is too high?" Su Chen guessed that this was the reason. Fifty portraits were a bit too many, and he wouldn't be interested in them either.
However, Su Yi felt that he had said too little. He believed that his paintings were worth more than this.
He was simply setting up the stall as if Jiang Taigong was fishing for those who wished to take the bait.
"This street is busy with traffic and there are so many people coming and going. There will always be someone who stops and will be interested."
He was able to sit still, sitting quietly on the chair and waiting.
There was a tea shed next to it, and Jiang Yu simply ordered two pots of tea to drink.
The sun in May makes it easy to sweat after being exposed to it for a long time.
The four of them waited on the street for a long time, but it still didn't open. Su Wan couldn't sit still.
Simply, she thought of a way. Everyone was reluctant to paint because they didn't trust Su Yi's painting skills. What if he was allowed to paint on the spot for them to see?
She didn't believe that someone wouldn't be tempted by Fifth Brother's skills.
So, Su Wan asked Su Yi to draw one for herself first.
"Fifth Brother, if you are idle, you are idle. Why don't you paint me? I am happy to be Fifth Brother's first customer."
Su Wan counted out fifty coins from her pocket and put it on the table. She said she would be the first guest. Su Yi naturally couldn't refuse. He smiled and nodded:
"Dear guest, please take a seat!" Su Yi made an inviting gesture.
The chair had been in the sun for a long time, and it was a little hot on the buttocks. Su Wan sat there and painted for him in a polite manner.
When Jiang saw the sun was so bright, he gave her an umbrella.
"Hold an umbrella, it will be more artistic."
This was a good reason, and Su Wan couldn't refuse.
However, her method really worked. When she sat there, passers-by on the street stopped to watch when they saw that someone who had been taken advantage of was actually willing to spend fifty words to take a picture.
People gathered around Su Yi in twos and threes, watching him draw one stroke at a time, drawing very seriously.
Once Su Yi gets serious, he is in a state where he is deaf to what is going on outside the window, and his eyes are filled with the world of creation.
At first, everyone didn’t really have high hopes, they just watched it for fun, but after watching it for a while, they found something was wrong. This guy looked young, but he had good drawing skills. His lines were smooth and he drew with almost no pauses. The facial features that come out are very expressive, and the charm can already be seen even before they are painted.
It gets even more amazing later on, because he even painted the hair and eyelashes clearly.
Su Wan's appearance, vividly on the paper, was exactly eight points similar. The remaining two points could only be said that Su Yi was not a camera, so he still could not reproduce the real feeling.
When the colors were filled in one by one, they discovered that Su Yi had an excellent command of colors and could even adjust the skin color of a person.
Su Wan's natural beauty was like a living spokesperson. When the finished painting was received, everyone began to praise it.
"It seems, it's exactly the same, it's amazing!"
"Yeah, this is the first time I've seen such an impressive portrait. This person is really good at painting."
Su Yi put down his pen, and everyone was already ready to take action, just waiting for someone to set a precedent.
Su Chen was holding an umbrella for him all the time, keeping him from the sun.
An old woman on crutches walked out of the crowd, walked around to Su Yi's table and took out fifty coins.
"Young man, please draw me a picture. I'm over seventy, old lady, and I don't have many years to live. I want to leave some thoughts for my sons."
The old woman was dressed normally, and she probably didn't come from a wealthy family, but her thoughts were like those of some modern rural elderly people. When she got older, she liked to worry about posthumous matters, buy herself a shroud, build a coffin, take photos, and so on.
There was no such technology in ancient times, so when a person died, she was dead, and her appearance could only be gradually forgotten by future generations.
There is a saying that goes well, death is not eternal destruction, forgetfulness is.
Western mythology says that after death, people go to another paradise. When you are completely forgotten by people in the world, you will completely disappear, lose your memory, and lose all traces of your existence.
Su Yi nodded and asked Su Chen to put the money away and start his second creation today.
Some idle busybodies, in order to join in the fun and see the final product, even ordered tea and melon seeds at a tea shop nearby and started to knock down melon seeds. From time to time, they went over to take a look.
The sun was so bright that the third brother kept holding an umbrella for the fifth brother, but the sweat still broke out on the forehead of the fifth brother. He kept wiping it with a handkerchief for fear of dripping on the drawing paper.
Su Wan thought, setting up a stall like this wouldn't work. It was going to be hot weather soon. Would he suffer from heat stroke in the long run?
