The default phone call ringtone will wake Ren Bufan up.

A fat white hand stretched out from the quilt, grabbed the phone and retracted it.

"Hey? Brother Wang..." Ren Bufan didn't even open his eyes, but he knew that he must be Wang Shiting, the manager of Shangwen Hotel, because there was only one number on it.

"Bufan, are you free?" Wang Shiting asked.

"What's up......"

"If it's convenient, come to the hotel now. Our boss is very satisfied with the wall painting. She has a friend who runs a kindergarten on East Street. There is a wall of about 7 square meters that needs to be renovated and repainted. The 2,000 yuan may be a little less. I would like to ask if you can answer it?"

"Come on!" Ren Bufan opened his eyes instantly and lifted the quilt and sat up.

I spent so much yesterday, can I hear that I can’t get up if I have money?

2,000 is not bad, and I earn 5,000 on two days on weekends. No one dares to think about it!

I never thought that making money could be so simple.

"You can come here, right? That's good!" Wang Shiting said, "When will it arrive?"

"That's right, Brother Wang, I have to take a bus here, it's about an hour away to the city." Ren Bufan tilted his head and clamped his phone on his shoulders, quickly putting his pants on.

"Okay! See you in that hour. You will definitely come, right? I told the boss like that."

"Don't worry, Brother Wang, come here right now!"

"Okay!"

Hang up the phone, Ren Bufan went out of the room in a neat dress and went out directly.

Wait for a while at the bus stop and get on the bus heading to the city.

The road was a little blocked and it took an hour and 7 minutes to arrive at the bus stop near Shangwen Hotel.

"Hey! Bufan, where are you?" Wang Shiting called and urged.

"Brother Wang, I've arrived."

“Where?”

“The bus stop is just a few steps.”

"Okay, our boss is here, come here quickly."

"Okay!"

Take two steps at a time and accelerate to the entrance of Shangwen Hotel.

Wang Shiting stood at the door and waited, and immediately came forward to him when he saw him: "Bufan, come with me."

"Okay Brother Wang."

I entered the hotel one by one and one behind, and I was still sitting on the sofa next to me.

Wang Shiting made a cup of tea and handed it to Ren Bufan, asked him to wait, and turned to the upper floor.

A few minutes later, he came to Ren Bufan with a middle-aged woman wearing a tight black suit and refreshing shoulder-length short hair.

This middle-aged woman looks over forty years old, but she is well maintained, has smooth skin and few crow's feet at the corners of her eyes. She looks pretty good, but she has a very strong aura, and she is the kind of strong woman who can tell she is the leader.

Ren Bufan was frightened by her momentum and quickly stood up.

"Mr. He, it's him!" Wang Shiting became quite humble next to her, bent down and lowered his head.

"Hello!" Although the strong woman was smiling on her face, a cold feeling came towards her, giving people a feeling that it was difficult to get close to.

This smile is purely a commercial social mark.

"Hello!" Ren Bufan stretched out his fat hand and held her for a short time.

"Our wall is painted from your hands?" asked the strong woman.

"yes!"

"My name is He Li, the owner of Shangwen Hotel." said the strong woman, "Manager Wang must have told you?"

"Yes, Brother Wang said there is a living, and a wall painting costs 2,000 yuan." Ren Bufan nodded, a little nervous.

"East Street Kindergarten, seven square meters of wall painting and renovation!" He Li straightforwardly, "My friend's place is not allowed to make mistakes. If you paint 2,000 yuan, you won't give it to you if you don't paint well!"

"I feel embarrassed to get the money if I can't draw well," Ren Bufan replied.

"Okay! Manager Wang, I'll take the person away first, you're busy!" He Li turned to look at Wang Shiting.

"Okay!" Wang Shiting nodded quickly and said to Ren Bufan, "Bufan, don't make a mistake."

"Um!"

"Little fat man, come with me!" He Li walked directly outside the gate.

Ren Bufan didn't like others calling him a fat man, but he didn't say anything considering that he had 2,000 yuan and followed He Li to the outside of the hotel.

He Li took him to the parking lot and took out the car keys from his handbag.

"Beep!" A red car made a crisp sound.

"Get on the bus!" He Li spoke in a simple manner, and she opened the car door and sat in the cab.

Ren Bufan quickly got into the car and sat behind him.

Speech all the way.

The car arrived near East Street and parked in a place called "Sunshine Kindergarten".

"Lili!" There is no one in the kindergarten, so there is no class on weekends. A middle-aged woman wearing a flowery skirt, curly hair and myopic glasses came out to greet her.

This woman is not very good-looking, but she has a cultural temperament. At first glance, she is engaged in education for a long time.

"Xiaoman!" He Li opened the car door and hugged her.

Ren Bufan also got out of the car quickly, stood next to two middle-aged women, and looked inside the kindergarten.

"Is this a wall painter?" After hugging, a middle-aged woman named Xiaoman looked at Ren Bufan and asked.

He Li nodded: "He made the hotel wall painting."

"Looking young, are there any problems?"

"I said it in advance, don't pay if there is any problem." He Li said directly, "Right? Little fat man."

"My name is Ren Bufan!"

He Li looked at him and probably understood that Ren Bufan was dissatisfied with the title of Little Fatty, so she didn't say anything else. She turned to her friend and said, "Anyway, if you draw it, you will give it money. If you don't draw it well, let's find someone else."

The middle-aged woman named Xiaoman nodded and walked to Ren Bufan with a kind smile on her face: "Hello, I am Qin Xiaoman, the principal of Sunshine Kindergarten. Are you a student? Major in art?"

Her smile is very natural and also makes people feel very comfortable, which is in sharp contrast to He Li's commercial smile.

"Hello, Director Qin!" Ren Bufan shook hands with her, "I am a student and have learned painting."

He was not a lie. He was indeed a student and had painting skills.

It’s just that he is not a college student in the art department that the other party believes.

"Since it was recommended by Manager Wang, your art skills must be good." Qin Xiaoman said, "That's right. The wall painting of our kindergarten classroom has been long and needs to be renovated. In the past, there were special teachers responsible for it, but now the teacher has something to do at home and it will take some time to come back. The child will come back to class tomorrow, so I want to do it within today."

"No problem! Where are the tools? Where do you need to draw? Are there any wall paintings?"

"Come with me!" Qin Xiaoman took He Li and Ren Bufan into the kindergarten and came to a wide classroom.

Walking directly to the innermost wall, Qin Xiaoman turned around and said, "Because the previous wall painting was seriously damaged, we asked someone to paint it in advance. Now the wall is dry and you can repaint it. The tools are all here, and then the design drawings are on the table, you can take a look."

"Okay!" Ren Bufan glanced at the snow-white wall, reached out to pick up the drawings placed on a table.

The drawings are cute style paintings and some cartoon characters, which are very consistent with the kindergarten theme.

"Just draw according to this picture, the proportions cannot be wrong." Qin Xiaoman said, "Then because it is something that children often see, the style of the painting must be strictly followed by the design and cannot be changed at will."

"No problem!" Ren Bufan nodded, "It's guaranteed to be exactly the same as the original picture."

"Okay, let him draw first!" He Li said, "Xiaoman, take me around your kindergarten? I'm too busy with work and rarely come!"

"Okay." Qin Xiaoman smiled and looked at Ren Bufan and said, "We two can take a walk, maybe we will go out for a while. If you have any questions, you can find the security guard at the door. When will you paint the wall and ask the security guard to hit my phone directly. We will be able to come back around two or three o'clock in the afternoon."

"In the afternoon?" Ren Bufan grabbed his face, "Director Qin... I can handle this painting in thirty or forty minutes. You can just wait a little. If I go shopping outside, I have to wait here for a long time..."

"Thirty or forty minutes?" Qin Xiaoman said, and showed a surprised and distrustful expression. "Our Teacher Qian always draws for an afternoon every time, and it takes at least four or five hours to complete it. Are you kidding, are you?"

"I never joke." Ren Bufan said seriously, "I completed the wall painting on the hotel yesterday forty minutes. If you don't believe it, you can ask Brother Wang. You two just need to stay and wait a little, and it's all right away!"

Qin Xiaoman turned his head in surprise and looked at He Li.

He Li understood what she meant through her eyes, but in fact she didn't believe it, so she took out her cell phone and dialed the number: "Hey! Manager Wang..."

After calling, I confirmed from Wang Shiting, but it was still hard to believe it.

"Why do I feel a little unreliable?" Qin Xiaoman was a little worried and said to He Li in a low voice.

"Look first. If there is any problem with his drawing, we can stop it in time." He Li replied, "It is relatively simple to fix the small problem."

"Yeah!" The two women reached a consensus.

"Okay! Since you said it can be done in thirty or forty minutes, we'll be watching here." Qin Xiaoman said, "You try to draw as carefully as possible..."

"Leave it to me!" Ren Bufan strode to the wall, bent down to pick up the brush, and began to select paint.

He Li and Qin Xiaoman pulled the chairs and sat side by side, focusing on Ren Bufan.

Confirm the design again and remember it in his mind. Ren Bufan picked up the brush without hesitation and danced quickly on the wall.

His speed did not stop at all. He changed his brushes after a few strokes, and then applied continuously at a new position.

This action scared He Li and Qin Xiaoman. Which normal wall painter doesn’t describe carefully every stroke, for fear of making mistakes? He is not painting, he is simply painting paint!

However, just as he stood up and was about to come forward to stop him, he was shocked to find that Ren Bufan seemed to be randomly smearing, which was very regular, and every stroke was like a printer, and there was no mistake at all.

Two middle-aged women looked at each other and quickly picked up the design drawings to compare them. They were shocked by the constant appearance of the pigment lines on the wall, which were exactly the same as those on the design drawings, and there was no difference at all.

"Is this a magic trick?" Qin Xiaoman widened her eyes and turned to look at He Li, "Where did you find it?"

He Li blinked her eyes and stared at Ren Bufan's hand and couldn't speak.
Chapter completed!