Xie Zugen said: "Why did I lie to you? This matter has spread all over the world, the TV station has advertised it, and it has been published in newspapers."

After saying that, he immediately took out a crumpled newspaper from his pocket, unfolded it on the table, pointed at the Liu Tianwang advertisement on the front page, and said: "Look, Liu Tianwang of Xiangjiang is the spokesperson, is this still true?"

Can it be false?"

"Come, let me take a look."

Ji Wenze pushed Xie Zugen away and looked at the advertisement.

"It's really a million."

"Dear me, what company is so generous? Shijinji? What does Shijinji do?"

Everyone stood behind Ji Wenze and watched in surprise.

Someone said: "President, isn't there a competition for artists next month? I think I can take part in this competition to warm up and test my skills."

Another person said: "Yes, this kind of competition is just a small test for the president. The champion must be the president."

Ji Wenze coveted the one million bonus, but in the face of the adulation from everyone, he still said modestly: "There are people who are better than others. Although I have some attainments in calligraphy and painting, the masters are among the people."

Although he said that, in fact, he also felt that he was definitely stable this time. He was the president of the Baiyun City Chinese Painting Association. As long as nothing unexpected happened, wouldn't it be me who would be the champion?

How dare a local small business like this not give itself face and award the championship to others? Just kidding!

………………

Xin Yongsheng is a senior student in the Department of Civil Engineering at South China University of Technology. He is about to graduate. While all his classmates are busy working on their futures, he is immersed in his own artistic creation.

On this day, after breakfast and having nothing to do, he took out his paper and pen and started creating his favorite comics.

Although the cartoons he drew were not published together, he occasionally contributed articles and some were published in newspapers. As for the school newspaper, he had a special area for himself. His paintings had a very good reputation in the school - but the key is that the school

No matter how much praise you get, it won't matter if you don't get paid.

Yan Mingjiang, Xin Yongsheng's roommate on the upper bunk, was his most loyal comic friend. Seeing that he started drawing again, he immediately asked with great interest: "A Sheng, are you drawing again? What are you going to draw this time?"

Xin Yongsheng didn't even raise his head, and said in a low voice: "This time I plan to draw a set of four major classics. Anyway, it's still half a year before I get my diploma. I'll draw it before graduation."

"Okay, then you can show it to me after you finish drawing it."

"Um."

While the two were talking, another roommate, Yu Tielong, came back. He was holding a document bag in his hand, looking triumphant, and said loudly: "I'm back!"

Xin Yongsheng seemed not to hear at all and continued painting.

Yu Tielong and Xin Yongsheng never got along because when he was a sophomore, Xin Yongsheng used a portrait caricature to chase the girl he had liked for a long time.

So seeing Xin Yongsheng painting again, Yu Tielong couldn't help but sneered: "Hey, what can you do if you paint these things all day long? Can you make money or find a job?"

Xin Yongsheng frowned when he heard this, but the paintbrush in his hand did not stop. He did not intend to pay attention to Yu Tielong.

However, his lack of response made Yu Tielong even more angry. He cursed and said: "What's so great about being able to draw? I see you, you are just playing with things to lose your ambition. I just got an offer from a foreign company today.

The basic salary is 1,500! You can go to work right after you get your diploma. You also have weekend breaks! No matter how good you are at painting, can you make more than 1,000 a month? Can you find a good job? You are really stubborn if you don’t listen.

donkey."

Xin Yongsheng then raised his head and replied in a very perfunctory manner: "Yes, yes, you are awesome."

Yu Tielong curled his lips, obviously not satisfied with this level of flattery, and wanted to say a few more words, but found that Xin Yongsheng ignored him again, and suddenly felt bored, so he turned around and left the dormitory to show off to others.

When Yu Tielong came in just now, Yan Mingjiang, who was lying on the bed on the upper bunk, had been pretending to sleep, and Yu Tielong didn't see him at all. After discovering that Yu Tielong had left the gold, Yan Mingjiang stuck his head out from the bed,

Said to Xin Yongsheng: "Your painting is very good, you just lack a Bole. Keep painting, I support you!"

"but……"

Yan Mingjiang changed his style and advised tactfully: "We are about to graduate. You should spend more time looking for a job. These days, people laugh at poverty but not at prostitution. If you don't have a job or a house, how will you live with us in the future?"

Zhao Enjing will grow old together? Even if she agrees, can her family agree?"

Xin Yongsheng was silent. He had liked reading comics since he was a child, especially "Water Margin", "Journey to the West" and "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms". Those were his happiest memories of the same year.

So over the years, although he chose civil engineering because of his parents, he never put down his painting brush because painting was his dream.

Unfortunately, dreams are too heavy and life is unbearable.
Chapter completed!