"But I don't know what standards you have," Ren Bufan said, "What kind of painting can be sold?"

"You copy it first, and then tell you after you finish drawing." The old man went down and brought his painting tools up, "Hurry up! Prove your strength and then discuss cooperation."

Although it was a bit unhappy to be forcibly brought over by the old man, at least the other party no longer insisted on drawing a picture of the fruit girl.

Moreover, why don’t you make money?

Look at the time, you should hurry home after you finish drawing quickly.

Ren Bufan nodded, spread out the drawing paper, and took out the brush and ink: "Okay! Just draw!"

"That's right," the old man pulled the chair and sat next to him, "Get started!"

I carefully read the painting in front of me and remembered it completely in my mind. I let Bufan's brush dip in ink and sprinkle it in a "swish swish swish swish swish swish swish".

In just a few minutes, the same painting appeared, after all, only six shrimps.

The old man's eyes were shiny, he nodded slightly, stood up and carefully looked at the two paintings, and then said: "The painting skills are still a little bit worse, but the speed is OK, which is very good! At least in the eyes of laymen, it is difficult to distinguish the difference between these two paintings."

"Is this OK?" Ren Bufan said, "I have to go home quickly. What do you say about the consignment?"
Chapter completed!