The barbecue restaurant introduced by Wei Zihao is indeed very good. Everyone doesn’t know how the price is, because the boss gave the order a free order for Wei Zihao’s sake.

On the way back after the meal, Wei Zihao told several people that it turned out that it was because his family has worked with the boss more happily in recent years and the rent was also based on the market price, so the barbecue restaurant owner was very polite.

It is said that the owner of the barbecue restaurant rented this house a few years ago, he would go to some landlords who asked for a lot of prices because the barbecue restaurant was doing well. He had been doing barbecue for several years. Although the business was very good, he didn't save much money, so he was very generous to Wei Zihao.

After arriving at the dormitory, everyone took turns taking a shower. As for clothes, they either went to the pool or went to the washing machine room below.

Zhu Congkui, Wei Zihao and others were naturally too lazy to wash their hands and threw them all into the washing machine. Zhou Yujie despised the washing machine downstairs being unhygienic, so he took the basin to the laundry room, but met Wang Jie who was washing clothes.

After saying hello, everyone did their own things and washed their own clothes.

Suddenly, Wang Jie took a step closer and asked, "Brother Zhou, ask you something?"

"Don't call me Brother Zhou, just call me Lao Zhou." Zhou Yujie said with a smile. He is still very young now, and it doesn't matter if he is called Lao Zhou. If he is 35 years old before he is reborn, whoever dares to call him "Lao" will be anxious.

Wang Jie wiped his hands, took out a folded A4 paper from his pocket, handed it to Zhou Yujie, and said, "Brother Zhou, look at this."

"Okay." The other party refused to call Lao Zhou. Brother Zhou said that he had no choice but to take it and flipped through the paper.

"Damn!"

"Is this what you painted?"

On A4 paper is a portrait of Zhou Yujie, drawn by pencil sketches, which is very realistic.

but......

Why do you draw my portrait?

What are your intentions for me?

Now give me this picture, what do you want to do?

Zhou Yujie asked the third question in his heart, if you are a girl, I will be happy to give me this picture, but you are a man!

"Yes." Wang Jie asked: "Brother Zhou, how much do you think such a painting is worth?"

"Do you want to make money by relying on this?" Zhou Yujie immediately understood.

Wang Jie nodded.

Zhou Yujie looked at the portrait and it was really realistic, it was so realistic. You painted men so realistically. If you painted girls, wouldn’t it be even more realistic?...

Zhou Yujie said: "This painting is really good, but it's not worth much money."

"Ah, no," Wang Jie was startled and said, "Isn't my drawing good? This is just a pencil, and I can add color."

Zhou Yujie shook his head and said, "This is not a question of whether it is color or not."

After saying that, he took out his IPHONE3GS mobile phone, clicked on a photo of a beautiful woman, and asked, "Can your drawings be realistic?"

"There is this function on the phone?" Wang Jie was stunned.

Zhou Yujie asked: "You haven't seen a smartphone before?"

"I have seen the kind of button pressing." Wang Jie said embarrassedly.

Zhou Yujie said: "Then you should know that this kind of smartphone will end the entire civilian camera era, and your portrait was ended by the camera 20 years ago."

"But, whether it is a camera or a mobile phone, the photos taken are not as good as portraits..." Wang Jie, who was a little exhausted, didn't know what to say, so he could only grab the void with his right hand a few times.

Zhou Yujie smiled and said, "You are talking about artisticity, right?"

Wang Jie nodded: "Yes, I think it is definitely different to see a photo and a portrait by one person."

"What you said makes sense." Zhou Yujie nodded and said, "But the substantive question is, when the market of a product itself becomes high-end art, where do you look for such customers with artistic pursuits?

I can pay for this portrait, and Wei Zihao may also pay, but what about the others, do you think Zhu Congkui and Cai Yong are willing? Isn’t it nice to spend this money to have a meal?"

"In other words, I have to find enough people to buy my paintings?" Wang Jie quickly reacted and said, "Then I will set up a stall on the pedestrian street."

"..." Zhou Yujie looked at Wang Jie who was a little excited, couldn't bear to hit him, and asked tactfully: "Can you set up a stall on the pedestrian street in your hometown?"

"Yes, I've made it before, this is how I earn my high school living expenses." Wang Jie nodded and said.

Zhou Yujie took a deep breath, patted Wang Jie on the shoulder, and said, "Wang Jie, this is Shanghu, a pedestrian street, you can't set up stalls, and any other roads are basically not allowed."

"It's such a big place to go to Shanghai, there is no place to set up a stall?" Wang Jie didn't believe it.

Zhou Yujie said: "Maybe there is, but that kind of place must be a remote location, for some old men and women to sell side dishes in the fields next to their villas. There are basically no one who is interested in your portrait."

Wang Jie asked unwillingly: "Where is the regular stall?"

"Formal stalls are more expensive, and the rent starts at 10,000 yuan. Can you afford it?" Zhou Yujie said: "Don't think about this. For regular stalls on commercial roads or shopping malls, those who do business normally lose nine out of ten. Many of them have been able to make a profit after years of enduring before they start to make a profit. They have to meet the landlord who is kind and does not raise the rent ruthlessly."

"Is there no chance at all?" Wang Jie still didn't give up.

"I don't know how to draw, but I know how to do business." Zhou Yujie said with a smile: "Your painting is indeed good, but there are 1.4 billion people in our country, and there are many better paintings than you. If this road works, then you should be able to see such people when you go shopping.

Let’s do this. I will take you to the bustling area of ​​Shanghai tomorrow. If we can’t touch it, it means that this road is not working. If we encounter it, you can also ask about some market conditions, what do you think.”

"Then thank you Brother Zhou." Wang Jie had no other good ideas for the time being, so he nodded in agreement.

"Okay, wash your clothes." Zhou Yujie said with a smile, but he heard Wang Jie's stomach making a "gurgling" sound.

"You didn't have supper?" Zhou Yujie asked.

"I ate a steamed bun and half a salted duck egg, all of which were brought from my family. I have eaten these two days on the way." Wang Jie said: "Brother Zhou, I have been observing the people in the dormitory before and found that you are more harmonious, so I asked you about these things, not afraid to tell you that my family does not have the ability to send me to college. The tuition fee is still the first year of school exemption, otherwise, I can't go to college at all, so I need a job that can make money now."

"There should be part-time students in the school to earn money," Zhou Yujie asked.

Wang Jie said: "It's true. The teacher who recruited students also told me, but I calculated that this money can only be spent in school, and my family also needs money."

"Yeah..." Zhou Yujie nodded, and did not ask about Wang Jie's family's situation. He thought for a moment and said, "There is also a time limit for work-study in the school. This way, if you have time at other times, I can give you a job."

"What job?" Wang Jie asked.

Zhou Yujie smiled and said, "Don't be anxious, you won't be very tired from work. You can learn a lot, and you will know when the time comes."

"Okay." Wang Jie nodded and agreed.

Zhou Yujie looked at the A4 paper in his hand, put it in his wallet and collected it. He took out 50 yuan and said, "Take it, just think of buying this painting."

Wang Jie looked at Grandpa Mao on it and wanted to refuse, but his hand disobediently took it and said, "Brother Zhou, that painting is just a casual painting, and it has been folded several times. I will draw another one for you tomorrow. It can also match the color, and you can do whatever color you want."

"Don't worry about time. We'll go out together tomorrow, and we'll talk about the others later." Zhou Yujie said: "If you have color, you can do it."

Wang Jie smiled and said, "Okay, I think the yellow base plate is quite suitable for you."

"..." Zhou Yujie sighed and said, "Okay, have you finished washing your clothes? I have some snacks there. You can eat some to fill your stomach."

"No, no, I've been used to it for a long time." Wang Jie refused.

"It's up to you." Zhou Yujie didn't force it. He probably had been hungry for many years, and he didn't have the same night. He asked, "Who did you learn painting from? How long did you learn it?"

"I haven't learned it." Wang Jie shook his head and said, "Born specialty."

"You are amazing." Zhou Yujie was speechless. Although the big guys worked hard on art, the premise was to have talent. Otherwise, an ordinary person would not have any chance to do anything, such as painting, singing, dancing, drama, and film and television.

"I really envy this kind of artistic expertise!" Zhou Yujie said in his heart.

But I also have a specialty.

Beautiful!
Chapter completed!