Valkyrie Europa

Chapter 305 The Third Battlefield
"Okay, you can take this draft down first, and try to polish it up so that it looks more like a painting." Zhang Ang waved his hand, dismissed the four street painters in the room, and said, "Give it to me before dinner." , I will formulate reasonable remuneration for you according to your performance."

"Before dinner?" The most carefree one among them expressed puzzlement: "With all due respect, it takes a lot of hard work to draw a qualified painting. You have to think about space planning, characters, the surrounding environment, Even light, seasons, etc., if only given one day."

"Only one day!" Zhang Ang emphasized again: "As I said, this is called manga, and it is a brand-new form of painting. The most important thing is a word, fast! It doesn't require perfection, so hand it in before dinner. Give it to me, that's it, you guys go down."

The aura of the superior oppressed the past, and the four street painters immediately stopped talking, left the room, and walked downstairs.

"I don't understand." When the people walked away, Adolf said, with doubts in his tone: "What's the use of drawing this kind of thing? In the current situation, assassination may not be possible. The most important thing for us now is to hurry up." Go back and arrange the development of your subordinates in Austria. No matter how bad it is, going out and robbing those logistics transport teams on the road is better than painting here."

"Of course this is useful!" Zhang Ang confirmed again: "If it's done well, it will far surpass our hard work in robbing those transport teams!"

"What do you mean?" Adolf was still puzzled.

"Generally speaking, there are three battlefields in a war!" Zhang Ang went straight to the point and explained in detail: "The first one is the frontal battlefield, just like the German front now, where the German army and the French army are fighting together. It is the most direct and important. The battlefield. The second is the battlefield behind the enemy, such as sending spies to collect intelligence behind the enemy, sabotage, obstruct the logistics line, and even assassinate the enemy's key personnel. Just like before, if we succeed in the assassination, we can even be able to Influence the direction of the war. And what I am doing now is to open up a third battlefield!"

"The third battlefield?" Adolf frowned every day: "What is the third battlefield?"

"It's the battlefield of public opinion!" Zhang Ang said loudly, "It's like a war. Before the war, you will find a name to use as an excuse to start the war. It's all just a name. For example, what the French are now promoting is that members of the Austrian royal family, the Grand Duke Luisa, has a natural right to rule Austria. Without their propaganda, many people might not know this woman, right? Thanks to these propaganda and public opinions, Austria did not break out in resistance, but silently provided food and supplies for the French army."

After a pause, Zhang Ang continued: "Think about it, what would happen to the French army after they entered Austria without the excuse of Grand Duke Louisa? Yes, they will be regarded as invaders! They will be subject to Germany and Austria. The siege! It will be difficult at the beginning! How could it be as smooth as it is now, with a big victory, and invade Germany like a smashing bamboo?"

"I understand a little bit. Are you trying to discredit her? Well, but she is indeed the sole heir to the Austrian royal family. There are seals and proofs, and there are many people from the older generation who have seen her to prove it. The evidence is all there, how can it be so easy to smear?" Adolf still didn't seem to understand.

"Of course not from this aspect. Straightforward smearing has no effect. There are higher-end and more advanced methods of public opinion warfare. I won't be able to explain it to you for a while. You will understand after reading." Zhang Ang denied Adolf guess, bluntly.

"Well, okay." Adolf thought for a while, but didn't insist anymore.

Time passed quickly, and it was night in a blink of an eye.

"Bang" "Bang" "Bang"

There was a knock on the door of the room, and he put down the bowl of stewed noodles in his hand. Zhang Ang opened the door, and outside were the four street painters who had been introduced.

"Finish?" Zhang Ang said while welcoming them in.

After a while, four pieces of drawing paper were handed over. Obviously, they did not draw together, but drew their own drawings based on the draft.

Adolf swept away the braised noodles in the bowl, and then took the drawing paper to read.

While watching, he also commented: "Well, not bad, the basic skills are very solid, but the scene is a bit simple, some small details have not been noticed, and the coloring is not delicate enough, and this one is not colored, just a sketch. "

"If you give me some more time, I will definitely be able to paint better!" One of the painters promised quickly.

"Yeah, it's only half a day, how can you take care of everything?" Another painter also started to make excuses.

"I'm only good at pencil sketching, not coloring. You said, I'm pursuing speed. If I have the time for coloring, I might as well enhance the scenes and characters." The carefree guy also said directly.

At this time, Zhang Ang also finished his dinner, took over the four drawings and started to read them.

I saw that the four paintings on the draft are all in a distinctive style, with vivid characters, natural expressions and movements, and the scenes are also very delicate. Although it is a bit rushed, it is not as good as those carefully drawn oil paintings sold on the art street, but with this time, you can With such a high degree of completion, it can be seen that all four of them are good players.Especially the sketch, although it was in western style, it was almost the same as the four-panel comics he had seen before.

Putting down the manuscript, Zhang Ang praised: "Okay, very good! I am very satisfied, and I announce that the four of you have passed the assessment and can officially work for us!"

"Oh, what about the salary?" It was the careless guy who spoke.

"In terms of salary, I'm going to adopt a piece-rate system! It means how much you draw, how much you pay, for example, such a page, four small grids, if you draw according to my requirements, and meet the basic standards, you will be given a silver coin!" Zhang Ang explained,

"One? It's only 30 silver for a month of painting." The carefree guy shouted: "You said before that you have 50 silver."

"Oh, 30 silver is not bad, this painting is not very demanding, it is still very easy to paint." It was Klimt who spoke: "Boss, 30 silver is 30 silver, I am willing to do it!"

The other two also expressed their feelings, saying that 30 silver is fine, and the careless guy stopped arguing about the lack of money and fell silent.

Seeing that they were no longer noisy, Zhang Ang continued: "It's not what you think. I have to draw a whole picture by myself. What I adopt here is division of labor and cooperation, which is an assembly line! You only have to work hard enough. I promise, you can draw a whole picture in a day. You can earn more than 5 silver!"

For a moment, the sound of swallowing saliva echoed in the room.

(End of this chapter)