Christmas Eve.

The supernatural town is very lively. If you put Christmas trees on Chinese-style streets, it will always be a bit inappropriate. So Chu Qianxun does not allow the style to be destroyed.

But in order to make up the atmosphere, any conspicuous pine trees on the nearby mountains were filled with stars and colorful lanterns, which was also considered a compensation.

The shops, theaters, and markets in the town also used brush style fonts to write the decorative signs of "Christmas Eve", which looked unique, and of course there were also brush calligraphy of "MerryChristmas".

There is no moose, and two bowed sika deer from the Japanese-style neighborhood.

Sled car has a northern style.

Then a staff member dressed as a Qing Dynasty official, with a white beard and wearing a red cloak, sat on the pile of gifts and shook his legs.

The children who went shopping were crying.

"Mom, you lied to me, this is not Santa Claus!"

"Why isn't it? White beard and red hat, it's obviously."

"This is the famous leopard head of the six gates in the capital!"

The mother was shocked that the child was knowledgeable and could not be deceived. The father immediately diverted the child's attention: "Why do you like Santa Claus?"

"Because he will give gifts!"

Daddy made the final decision: "So the one who gave you the gift is Santa Claus! This is a gift exchange voucher, go and exchange it!"

The child didn't react for a while and went over to pick a blind box in a daze. He looked quite happy.

After Qin Kun disappeared from the temple, he left the Ten Dead City directly.

It is a sad thing to part with an old friend and never meet each other. Even if you become enemies, you still have friendship.

He did not go to Genshan Prison to determine whether Hayquin was back. He needed to relax and dilute this sorrow.

After drinking tea quietly, a person and a fox were ready to go to the supernatural town.

The fat cat in the backyard discovered the smell of wild animals and sneaked out.

The fat cat saw that it was Qin Kun and there was a fox next to him, so he drew the voice button and pressed it hard.

‘I’m a fat cat’

Qin Kun was stunned for a moment. He hadn't seen this thing before, it was so magical.

The fox was also stunned for a moment, and he didn't understand how the cat was talking for a while: "I'm a fox."

The fat cat was shocked and determined in his heart that the fox must be the corpse-wolf that Qin Kun had captured. He started meowing, and then performed a handstand, the little cymbals and the rolling hydrangea balls, looking at the fox with the eyes of a senior, hoping that the fox would understand that he would have to be self-reliant when he came here.

It's a pity that it failed.

Its ghost energy is not enough to use it out of the Mirage Realm, so the fox obviously doesn't understand what the other party wants to express. She feels that the cat seems to be very sick.

Qin Kun was a little surprised to see that the fat cat was not a charming technique, but it might be because of the species isolation, so he ignored it and stretched his arms and walked out.

The north wind is slightly cool, and the cold air brings a heavier and heavier day by day after the cold air moves south.

But today is lively.

There are queues in front of ordinary shops on the street, let alone some internet celebrity shops.

In Sister Gu’s fried chicken shop, Jin Liuzi is the one who works in charge. Today, there is a huge flow of people, but Jin Liuzi is busy alone.

The zombie's endurance is very good, and Jin Liuzi doesn't feel tired either. Seeing the hot fried chicken business, the customer even shouted the name "Zombie Fried Chicken", which made him feel a sense of accomplishment.

Like the ‘zombie lunch box’, Jin Liuzi found the value of existence here!

It turns out that if you don’t become a bandit, you will be liked by so many people.

Internet celebrity stores will be popular everywhere, and the fat cat cannot participate in the fried chicken mode, which has become Jin Liuzi's show. Although he wants to change his name to "Liuzi Fried Chicken" and make his own fortune, it is obvious that Sister Gu will not agree.

Jin Liuzi feels that he will devote himself to the fast food industry and strive for it for a long time in the future.

Wu Senran's private kitchen yard also began to sell various strings in the walls.

The second floor focuses on exquisite dishes, but the first floor is full of popularity.

Whether it is a big stream or small stream, in short, Chuan Chuan is the fastest business to make money.

In addition, today I have changed my business method and bought apples and got skewers, which has made the business a gimmick.

If you have 30 apples, you can get 30 skewers of duck intestines and ten cold pot skewers, which is equivalent to changing the usual discount coupons for apples, but the business is several times more prosperous than usual.

Wu Senran calculated the profit and loss and laughed in his heart. Not only did the holes in the gym and kennels be filled, but he also made a lot of money, at least he could settle the accounts by the end of this year.

A stall was also set up downstairs of Yuan Xinghan's studio.

The students prepared oil paintings according to the teacher's wishes a few days ago. When they took them out and sold them today, they were still a little nervous.

"Teacher...we are not short of money..."

Students who can devote themselves to Yuanxinghan have a background at home and have personal talents. They are not short of money or care about money. They only care about artistic achievements. After all, the quality of life has reached a certain level and the pursuit is different.

Yuan Xinghan smiled and said, "Making money is just like painting, and it is also a kind of practice. The sense of accomplishment brought by selling paintings is sometimes more than drawing a perfect painting."

Yuan Xinghan emphasized the sense of accomplishment, because students may not understand this concept.

This is the process of building confidence. Yuan Xinghan knew that his students could not experience the hard days of his poverty, but if they did not go through those things, they would not achieve much success in the future. His paintings are just criticism of life. Why criticize it? Because in the hearts of artists, life should be better, and others must be able to appreciate the beauty built in their hearts.

The students did not understand Yuan Xinghan's painstaking efforts, but when the first student's painting was bought, the atmosphere changed.

The one who bought the painting was a bar owner. He thought this "Christmas Eve" was good, so he paid for it and said that he wanted to hang it in the most romantic location in the store. It was the bar's proposal seat every year on Christmas Eve.

The young man who sold the paintings was wearing a famous watch and was shaking slightly with the 200 yuan he earned. He never thought that this little money would have such an impact.

This is the first time he has made money with his ability!

In other words, this money is nothing... not even a fraction of his pocket money a week.

Even if you refuel the car, you will be dissatisfied.

But he had already planned to buy gifts for his parents tonight. This is a testimony to his growth! Growth is not just represented by the purchasing power of 200 yuan.

"Teacher, I've sold the paintings. Can I leave first? I want to buy something for my parents." The boy's cheeks were a little red, and his eyes became different from before.

Next to me, the classmate started pouring cold water.

"Mr. Ye, what are you buying for this little money..."

"Just... accompany you..."

"Let's go later."

The classmate next to him began to feel sore.

What's wrong with 200 yuan? Who can like it? But now, who doesn't want it? This not only represents face and ability, but also the first step in growth!

"Buying two pairs of socks is enough." The boy smiled foolishly and answered very seriously. Yuan Xinghan showed an encouraging smile and let the student go.

Then, the other students worked harder.

"Sir, look at the painting. This 'Starry Moose' is profitable if you buy it!"

"Beauty, my 'fairy tale Christmas Eve' can calm my mind and help me sleep. I hang my baby in the bedroom. I dream all night long."

"Handsome guy, don't leave. How about this 'Pinewood Gift'? The price can be negotiated!"

Paintings have been sold one after another, although the prices are not expensive, ranging from 100 to 300, Yuan Xinghan witnessed the growth of students today and felt their confidence increase. He felt that this kind of program had to prepare for them more.

Hodge leaned against the clinic door with his arms around.

Damn, the business is a bit deserted today.

When he saw Wu Senran's business was booming, he also visited Yuan Xinghan's painting stall, and felt sour. But if you think about it carefully, you would rather have any illness or disaster in the world. This is the nature of a good doctor.

"Brother Yuan, please recommend three mates to me. I want to hang them in the clinic."

Hodge was wearing a white coat, with his hands in his pockets, and a cigarette in his arms.

In fact, he had already walked around. This time, he was upset when he saw Yuan Xinghan’s three students who couldn’t sell their paintings. To be honest, Hodge was quite knowledgeable and knew that those paintings were a bit ordinary, so buyers would not waste money on such paintings.

But Hodge is different. They are all children. He is a doctor of psychology and does not want these children to be hit when they need encouragement.

Why didn’t Yuan Xinghan know Hodge’s intention? This person is so high that he is outrageous, and those who study psychology are all human beings.

However, he was in love with Hodge.

"How do you see these three paintings?"

Yuan Xinghan took the painting from the last three students quietly. The three children looked at Hodge nervously, a little nervous and expectant.

Hodge looked at it for a long time with a pretentious thought, and then picked another one from the stall: "Four paintings, 800 yuan."

Yuan Xinghan's smile froze.

I'll fuck you... the last one is mine!

That painting was used in the stall. Someone just paid 8,000 yuan and he ignored it. He had a clear idea of ​​how much his painting was worth.

He saw a sly look at the corner of Hodge's eyes, and Yuan Xinghan sighed in his heart. This guy seemed to guess that the painting was from his own hands.

This person is indeed not a good person!

"Take it!"
To be continued...