Chapter 194

After feeling better.

"What nonsense examples are you talking about? Sanji, bird droppings, relatives, etc., why am I still in the prison!"

Jiang Xiaomeng couldn't help complaining, these examples are too floating.

"It's nothing, I just think it matches your temperament." Shu Fu smiled lightly.

"you.."

I'm so mad, where does it match? Such a lovely girl, but in Shu Fu's eyes, it is so. . . Different, so angry!

The two moved on.

"Where are you from?"

"..."

"Are you coming to Beijing for tourism?"

"..."

Facing these problems, Shu Fu casually dealt with them. Sure enough, women are the big stones on a man's road to success, so he hurriedly finished eating and withdrew, his buzzing ears swollen.

soon.

I came to the western restaurant that Jiang Xiaomeng said, the location is good, for example, it is not far from Bada Hutong.

lucky.

There are seats.

"What to eat?"

Jiang Xiaomeng took the menu and looked through it. It was quite expensive. Fortunately, I made a fortune today. As long as I don't order any red wine, it's okay to eat something so-so.

"Whatever." Shu Fu replied.

"..."

Jiang Xiaomeng wanted to beat Shu Fu again, can you give me a normal answer?

at this time.

not far.

There was a chat between a couple.

"What do you want to eat?"

"casual."

"how about this?"

"not good."

"How about that?"

"not good."

"Then what do you want to eat?"

"casual."

"..."

Hearing this, Jiang Xiaomeng almost laughed out loud. She had to say that she also felt that sometimes girls were too much trouble, but today she experienced the feelings of boys.

Very upset!

"How's the steak?" Jiang Xiaomeng asked.

"Can."

"How familiar is it?"

"All cooked."

"..."

Jiang Xiaomeng glanced at Shu Fu in surprise, she was indeed different, at this age, even if it was just to pretend, she would follow the crowd.

Well done steak.

In the eyes of many people, this is the "layman's" way of eating, which is reckless.

"Sir, our steaks are medium-rare and taste the best." The waiter smiled.

"All cooked."

Shu Fu insisted on his own opinion, he doesn't like to eat undercooked meat, that's all.

"Okay." The waiter wrote it down.

"I want to be fully cooked." Jiang Xiaomeng also hurriedly said.

Since you want to set skills, you have to create something in common.

After the waiter left.

Jiang Xiaomeng took out the sketchbook and asked for advice:

"Well, my manga, do you think there is any room for improvement?"

"No."

Shu Fu shook his head.

"The background and characters are not complicated. With your painting skills, you can control them perfectly."

The threshold for manga is actually not high, but it is not easy to master it. With the difficulty of Jiang Xiaomeng's work alone, there is no pressure at all to control it.

hear this.

Jiang Xiaomeng was overjoyed, and asked again: "What about the overall story?"

"very good."

"The main reason is that I don't know whether it will be liked by everyone, and whether it will be scolded if it is uploaded." Jiang Xiaomeng was a little worried.

"Oh! You think too much."

Shu Fu smiled.

"Perfection is a luxury. You decide on your own work, and you can come up with whatever you like. Even if you do something wrong, it's a good choice."

"From the perspective of happiness, in that case, even if ninety-five of the last one hundred viewers leave, you are happy during the entire creation process."

"Rather than with entanglements and compromises."

"Of course, moderately catering to the audience's preferences and making changes that don't make you uncomfortable are also the basic skills that a mature creator should have."

"In short, a balance must be maintained."

"Please believe that what you like will eventually be liked by a small number of people."

"Of course, if there is a reason to compromise, then this suggestion is invalid."

"..."

Shu Fu threw out some nonsense directly.

finished listening.

Jiang Xiaomeng thinks it makes sense, the most important thing is what he likes, in the world, there are always people with the same interests as him, so what if ninety-nine out of ten people don't like it?

We are not red tickets, so there is no need to care too much.

Anyway, my family is not short of money, so I don't rely on it for food.

Set up a stall.

It's just an experience. Of course, it's good to earn some pocket money, which shows that I have grown up and have the ability to live independently.

"By the way, how did you practice your hand speed?" Jiang Xiaomeng asked again.

"Want to learn?"

"Um!"

"not needed for now."

Shu Fu shook his head.

"Speed ​​is a skill that can only be strengthened after reaching a certain level and it is difficult to break through. Although your painting skills are good, they have not reached their peak."

"At present, there is no need to pursue speed."

"memory."

"Composition."

"experience."

"That's the direction you need to move forward at this stage."

"..."

Jiang Xiaomeng expressed helplessness. Apparently, what Shu Fu meant was that her skills were almost invincible, and then she pursued speed, and she was still far behind.

The mood gradually calmed down, forget it, let's not compare with evildoers, it is easy to be hit.

"Well, can you draw me a picture? I want to read it again." Jiang Xiaomeng begged.

"OK."

Shu Fu nodded in agreement.

subsequently.

Jiang Xiaomeng posed a pose, Shu Fu took a look and bowed his head.

brush! brush! brush!

Jiang Xiaomeng came over quickly. She was too shocked before and didn't pay attention to many details. This time she watched the process seriously, and wanted to remember every stroke firmly.

same.

Two minutes background, three minutes portrait.

Finished!

Jiang Xiaomeng took it and looked at it carefully, trying to recall the sequence, but finally he could only sigh.

powerful!

Shu Fu's memory is one thing, and the composition is even more terrifying. He didn't stop his hands during the whole process, and some lines were even drawn with a single stroke.

It seems that there is a finished product under the cardboard, and it is drawing according to the lines.

To be honest, at first glance, she almost felt that she had learned it, but she knew deeply that it was an illusion of the brain, and once she got started, she would definitely be blinded.

so amazing.

Excellent memory + ultra-fast composition.

Created a realm that she can only look up to now.

For her, it was a long road, and it took time to pile up before she could reach the height.

"Little brother, you have a good craft. Can you draw a picture for my girlfriend? Money is not a problem."

While Jiang Xiaomeng was looking at the painting, a voice came from beside her. Turning her head, she saw a man and a woman.

When I went to the seat just now, I glanced at it by chance, and the two saw it from the beginning to the end, and they became interested immediately.

"Sorry, I don't sell portraits." Shu Fu waved his hand and smiled.

engraved like.

portrait.

The two do overlap though.

However, Shu Fu did not forget that he was an engraver. He confiscated the German couple's money before.

Just like engraving, the price he said does not accept counter-offers, and there is no friendship price.

For friends, it's either free or the original price, there are only two options.

wack?

Ah!

Maybe.

There are always people in this world who stick to some "persistence" that most people can't understand. They are regarded as rigid and inflexible, but Shu Fu doesn't care.

One has to have something to hold on to.

or belief.

or principles.

or bottom line.

If you stick to a 'professional principle', why don't you let it go?

"three hundred."

"..."

"five hundred."

"..."

"Eight hundred."

"..."

The man kept bidding, but he didn't believe it. There was no price to ask Shu Fu.

"one thousand."

Shu Fu smiled faintly, and upon hearing this, the man smiled heartily, as expected, there was no money that couldn't be broken. . .

"Can."

It's just that the man just finished speaking.

Shu Fu took out a stack of red tickets from his pocket, counted a thousand and handed them over.

"This is?" The man was stunned.

"Sorry, I don't sell paintings, please don't bother me."

"..."

Only then did the man realize that the one thousand was not given by him to the other party, but by the other party who told him not to beep. Seeing this scene, the female companion next to him burst into laughter.

"Haha, little brother, you are so interesting, brother Chen, you also get thrown with money sometimes."

"..."

The man touched his nose, expressing embarrassment.

He wasn't angry at all. Strictly speaking, he was the one who disturbed the other party first, and he was thrown with money. It's no wonder he was the one.

"It was me who was rude, let's go."

Without further entanglement, the two left.

As for a thousand dollars? How could he pick it up? I can't afford to lose this person.

See here.

Shu Fu smiled. He didn't intend to give it at first, but it was impossible to accept his money just because of the million-dollar watch in the man's hand.