Take the all-in-one system with you

Chapter 2 Painting even makes money, the next step is the problem

He clearly knew that it was a wonderful thing for him to get the golden finger, but the reality was that he was happy not long after, and he made a phone call directly to the rented room.

"Qin Lang, you little bastard, where are you now? I'll give you 5 minutes to show up at the rented room and pay the rent." The landlord, the wicked woman, roared from the other end of the phone, thousands of words gathered into In a word, she is coming to rent.

Qin Lang, who answered the phone, changed his expression again and again, and vaguely he could hear not only the voice of the phone, but also the sound coming from outside the door.

It seems, like, maybe the landlord's aunt is at the door.

"No, I'll fuck it." Qin Lang quickly got up from the ground and ran towards the door of the rental house, and then looked at the expression of nodding and bowing to the landlord outside the door after opening the door. He didn't have the excitement of getting the golden finger before.

After finally nodding and bowing to send the landlord away, Qin Lang, who returned to the rental room, immediately turned into a bitter face, slumped on the bed, and murmured: "I am now a vagrant, and the only money left on me is taken away by the mysterious uncle." If you take it away, it's still called rent."

God didn't want to see him have time to breathe a sigh of relief, another call was made to the phone, and he picked it up to look at the display screen. This time he didn't dare to be sloppy, it was the mother at home who called.

After connecting, the mother's familiar and gentle voice came from the microphone: "Son, how are you doing in the big city? Is your job stable? Is there anything bothering you?"

Qin Lang, who has experienced a series of things, heard his mother's voice from the other end of the phone, his heart was warm, and tears were rolling in his eyes. Only at this time would he feel that he could let go and let everything out. .

"I'm okay. The work here is stable and the rhythm can keep up. I just miss you a little bit." Qin Lang suppressed the grievance in his heart and told his mother his best situation so that the parents at home would not be so worried. Worry about your own situation.

But in fact, he felt that he could tell his parents that he was doing well, but the situation on his parents' side would not be better than he imagined.

When I asked how my father was doing and tried to get my father to answer the phone, my mother faltered and hawed for a long time without giving an answer, and I felt bad.

"Mom, Dad, he."

"Hey, the signal here is not good. As long as you have a good life over there, my child, you don't have to worry about us here. Well, don't waste your money, I'll hang up."

"Mother"

The hastily hung up call was really terrible.He wanted to dial out and ask for clarification, but found that the phone had become unreachable.

From hell to heaven, and then to hell, maybe this is the case now.

It's like sitting on a roller coaster, thinking that you have golden fingers to overcome difficulties, but the reality is that countless difficulties will not give you any chance to breathe in the end.

All the resentment and anger in the heart of "Damn it" turned into a spewing volcano, and Qin Lang slammed the counterfeit mobile phone in his hand to the ground, trying to vent all his dissatisfaction in this way.

After about ten minutes, Qin Lang recovered from his stupor, stood up again, and said firmly: "It's good that the situation is not dead, it's just that the family needs money, and I need money. It's okay, let's talk I have to thank that guy in the company, otherwise, how could I get the golden finger." The more I thought about it, the more I felt that it was the same thing, and I became more determined: "Use the golden finger well, and I won't get anything in the future."

After regaining his strength, his head began to spin wildly, analyzing his current situation.

"It's just." Qin Lang was already sitting in front of the computer in the rented room, holding his chin with one hand, showing a thoughtful look, and murmured in a low voice: "If you make money, the city... No, you can only go home if you make money Appropriate." After a pause, "I haven't figured it out with my golden finger, so it's always a problem how to start."

He has already decided that when he has a direction, he must quickly start to act, instead of sitting on the chair in a daze and not knowing what to do.

But he himself has made countless efforts, even calling out online novels on the Internet that have managers similar to himself, trying to understand the so-called omnipotent system.

"That is to say, apart from the system sound that appeared when I got it for the first time, I couldn't call it out." Qin Lang came to a conclusion after countless efforts, and then made the next choice: " The character control panel can be clicked out, but the previous attempts of the attributes inside are fruitless."

"Tell me in a disguised form that I can explore everything by myself, and others can't give any guidance, even for beginners."

After this groping, it became useless in his eyes, and there were no results at all, except for one or two summaries of the system.

In the end, he set his sights on the only control panel that could prove the existence of the Almighty System and that he had indeed obtained the golden finger. The front was not very useful, and the last line of text.

"Number of undistributed: none.

Martial Arts Skills: None.

Sub-occupations: cooking (level [-]), housework (level [-]), music (level [-]), painting (level [-]), domestication of summoned animals (level [-])"

For a long time, I have been trying to use the things on the system itself to decipher the use of my own cheats, but some data materials have not been carefully analyzed.

"It's not difficult to understand what's shown on the sub-professions in the back. There's nothing impossible to try when things are up to this point."

With the export of this sentence, it means that Qin Lang has made a decision. He is not starting from other aspects, but trying from the so-called sub-profession.

Choose the sub-profession that is closest to his best and daily work, and he will be able to test the answer he wants, the so-called cheat effect.

"Painting, drawing an illustration, you should be able to infer it."

The name of the novel displayed on the computer screen that was not turned off in front of him was "Almighty Martial Arts System", and the inspiration for his approach was based on the beginning of the novel.

As a practical man, he immediately started to do it when he thought of it.The tools on the table were fully utilized by him.

Open the relevant software, use the tools on the table directly on the computer, and use less than 10 minutes to draw an illustration that he never even dared to imagine.

"I really drew this???" Qin Lang was taken aback. Knowing his own level, it was hard for him to imagine that the illustrations displayed on the computer were drawn by him.

The landscape picture full of oriental fantasy is arranged according to the level, and there are characters who are small enough to barely see clearly. It is so perfect from conception to presentation.

Excited, he was gearing up, and seemed to have settled on something, and shouted: "Painting is undoubtedly related to painting, and the rest are suitable for some occupations. A ninth-level painting can reach such a level." , then other professional skills must not be too far behind."

Qin Lang was in a state of excitement for half an hour when he got the golden finger and what confirmation the golden finger could bring him.

He also thought that someone said that what he drew was rubbish, and then smashed his achievements on him. He desperately needed a place to show off his paintings and show off his achievements.

It just so happened that at this time, the silent instant messaging software that was originally closed on the desktop flickered, indicating that there was a new message.

Whether it is an individual or a group, Qin Lang feels that he should post screenshots of his paintings on it.Quickly opened the instant messaging software, and it was a personal chat window with a real and cute avatar.

What's even more coincidental is that the message sent by the other party has a lot to do with the painting: "Big manga artist, how is it going? Has it become popular? I'm really looking forward to your autograph."

The person who sent the message was a female friend who was a good friend in high school. They can talk about everything on weekdays, so the other party can understand some situations, such as entering a company to draw comics after graduation.

"Ahem, it's not that you don't know what kind of person I am, so just look at it."

Thinking of the newly released works just now, Qin Lang felt a burst of complacency, telling you people to look down on Lao Tzu, I will show you the paintings now.

Of course, sending it to a former good friend does not mean showing off, it is mostly a response to the other party's news, telling the other party that he will not be too bad.

As he imagined, the other party accepted the illustration for a long time before he reacted and replied: "This is really your work? It's unimaginable, it's so beautiful and wonderful." Later, he seemed to think of something, and quickly added a message to send Come over: "I happen to need such an illustration for a book here, if there is no problem, how about using it for me?"

"Uh..." Qin Lang sat in front of the computer and was speechless for a short time, completely unaware that the other party would be in such a situation.

After thinking about it, the other party chatted with me some time ago, saying that he has entered a publishing house to work and needs to use illustrations.

There is nothing incomprehensible.

Just as Qin Lang put his hands on the computer keyboard and was about to reply to the message, the other party sent another message: "Don't worry, this painting of yours is of high value and is enough to be the cover of our novel painting magazine. I personally I can be the master and give you a price of 1000 yuan, how about it?"

"Okay, no problem." Qin Lang never expected to be able to get the purchase from the other party. It is undoubtedly an excellent thing to think that the other party can give him money to buy works when he is short of money.

Almost within three hours, from the illustration to the subsequent purchase, everything has been completed in a short time.

After confirming that there was an extra 1000 yuan in his account through online banking, Qin Lang sent a message: "Money received, find a time to get together."

"No problem, but you are so good at drawing illustrations now, why don't you stop drawing comics and come to work in our company. The price is easy to talk about."

Seeing that the other party has already acted like a supervisor, he was happy for the other party and caused himself to think for a while, and it took about two or three minutes before he replied again: "Forget it, it's not that your side is bad, the company's I have resigned from both sides. I just feel that I am not used to the style of the company, and I am going to do it myself. If you need illustrations, please tell me directly. Of course, money is indispensable for you.”

"Of course, you can't do without your sister."

After finishing the instant call, Qin Lang sat on the chair and was stunned. He really didn't expect that skills would bring him money so quickly, and at the same time realized that his destiny had begun to change.

An unintentional question from the other party also caused him to think, what should he do next?
The problem of needing money at home cannot escape, and the problem of needing money himself cannot escape either. The most important thing is that he is eager to prove himself.

So what to do next is the question.

(End of this chapter)