“Face-to-face paper cutting?”

"What's the matter?"

Some passers-by muttered, as for the Nezha that Li Feng pinched directly, there were not many people willing to pay for it. Thirty yuan is a bit expensive, and it was just ten yuan.

Fortunately, Li Feng asked again, Zhang Jiajia and Shi Xiulan came over. "I want one." As he said that, he took out fifty dollars, yes, fifty. "I'll donate it to the mountains."

"Hahaha, this is too real, right?"

Li Feng didn't expect that Zhang Jiajia said that helping her is like this. "Don't mess around."

However, Li Feng quickly cut a piece of paper for Zhang Jiajia, and Zhang Jiajia compared the ones she showed to everyone.

"It's really similar."

"The guy is a little capable."

"Thirty is a little too expensive."

"That's right, a piece of paper costs thirty yuan."

I feel it’s expensive when I get a little older, but a young man is a little moved. “Can you cut the photos in front of them?”

"sure."

Li Feng said with a smile. "You can also make dough molds, and the price is slightly higher."

"How many?"

"Fifty."

In fact, Li Feng's face-to-face dough molding skills are now at the intermediate level, even a little faster than making Wukong and Nezha.

"good."

The fifty person really agreed to take out a photo. Li Feng was stunned for a moment. He was not a young girl, not as the live broadcast audience imagined, for love.

It's just a back view, and it looks a bit old. "Is this?"

"The only photo of my grandma."

The young man said.

"There is indeed a story."

"Can you pinch it?"

Li Feng nodded. "I'll try it, you can talk about some of your grandma's appearance characteristics."

"good."

There are not many characteristics, Li Feng tried some. "The eyes are bigger and the nose is slightly taller."

In just over ten minutes, Li Feng created the image of a man who wanted grandma. "It's so similar, it's really so similar."

"Thank you."

He said that, he took out a hundred dollars. "I only brought so much, thank you."

"I should thank you for your thanks, I will thank you for your child."

Li Feng smiled and said, Li Feng accepted the money.

"Is this considered a good deed?"

"It should be counted, although Fengzi received the money."

"I think it's up, too."

The live broadcast room was too hot for the discussion, but Li Feng received an order. "Your daughter?"

"Old sir."

Li Feng smiled bitterly. "This photo is too blurry."

“This is the only photo.”

Is Li Feng a system causing trouble? He was lost when he was a child, and he really caught up with it. "I'll try it. Do you want to follow this photo?"

"Can you help me get a big shot?"

"You mean what you look like when you grow up?"

Li Feng smiled bitterly, he was not a god.

"I'll go, Fengzi, you've encountered a ghost. You can't do this request, let alone fifty dollars, you can't do it even if you have five million dollars."

"The difficulty of the Fengfeng King's challenge is hell level, right?"

"If I hadn't known this, I would have thought it was a live broadcast."

Li Feng also looked like hell. When the old man saw Li Feng, he looked embarrassed and directly added money. "I didn't bring much when I went out. This is a hundred and fifty money, don't dislike him."

"Okay, I'll try it. You always feel that something is wrong and you tell me."

What else can Li Feng say? This is also considered a matter of accumulating blessings. Just think that you are half selling and half giving away.

I also used a lot of time this time, and I finally finished it. "Do you think this is OK?"

"Is this how Lingling looks like when she grew up?" The old man was a little excited and held the dough sculpture, and Li Feng could only nod helplessly.

I really don’t know if it was based on some characteristics of the photos that Li Feng was like this now.

"Thank you, thank you."

"Don't be polite."

Li Fengxin said that he talked about how to make dough molding by paper cutting.

Fortunately, I made some money, but it took too much time. I made another Dragon King here and bought it for fifty dollars. It’s true that it’s best to buy a dough mold.

One morning, Li Feng made about 2,000 yuan in busy work. Li Feng smiled bitterly and used at least one-third of the materials.

"Two thousand yuan is good."

"Yes, awesome, it's at least three or four thousand this day."

"Only 100,000 yuan a month, ordinary people can't make so much in a year."

As expected, craftsmen are still awesome. The audience in the live broadcast room screamed to learn how to make noodles with Li Feng.

"You think you are all Fengbu King, so easy to learn."

Li Feng rubbed his wrists and was quite tired. He was about to close the stall. In the morning, the old man who had been missing for countless years came over with two police officers.

Li Feng was a little confused. Don’t you have any problems?

"You made this one?"

"yes."

Li Feng said. "What's wrong?"

"You, tell me, how many things happened to you with such a person?" A middle-aged police officer. "This old man ran to our office with a dough sculpture and called the police."

"ah?"

Not only Li Feng, but also the audience in the live broadcast room were confused. It was true or false. This old man's operation was a little more vigorous.

"Police officer, I'm so embarrassed to cause trouble for you."

What else can Li Feng say?

"Okay, pay attention next time."

OK, the old man sighed. "Young man is sorry."

"fine."

Fortunately, nothing happened, Li Feng was helpless, and this was a noisy. "It's 200 yuan, thank you for your thanks." As he said that, he turned around and left, Li Feng couldn't help but speak.

"I'll help you draw a picture."

Li Feng said as he pulled out a piece of paper.

"Can Fengzi draw?"

"I haven't heard of this."

"I don't know."

Sketch, Li Feng’s junior level, I got it from a mission a few days ago. It’s okay to draw a human face without any great achievements. “Thank you.”

After a while, I finished drawing it and handed it to the old man. Unexpectedly, a girl next to me asked, "How many pictures are there."

"thirty."

At a price of 30 yuan, Li Feng said casually, and this guy really took out fifty. "Fifty two."

"Hahaha, what a cute girl."

"Fifty-year-old Fengzi is pretty good, just draw it."

"You can start another project in the afternoon, sketching it."
To be continued...