After picking up a system

The people working here include men, women, young and old. Some are younger than Ling Han, perhaps they dropped out of middle school, or dropped out of high school halfway. There are also some who also graduated from high school but came earlier than Ling Han.

Many people are like Ling Han, they have no contact with their families, as if all they are looking for is a place to settle down.

On the first day of moving into the factory, Ling Han familiarized himself with some basic tasks, tried his hand at them, and officially started working on the next day.

Two thousand a month is still far below the consumption level in this city, but it includes food and accommodation. Isn't this much better than three or four thousand without food and accommodation?

Ling Han was not satisfied with a salary of only 2,000 yuan. She could use her mobile phone to draw a big head, but she had not received any systematic training and relied entirely on her previous self-study. It was not impossible to make money from this, but she had no channels. If she went through a middleman, she would get even less money.

Moreover, she was afraid of meeting people with bad intentions who would randomly mark up the prices of her paintings. Since she had never experienced this before, she could only do it step by step on her own.

Then draw more examples, add watermarks on them and publish them on some platforms, leaving contact information and corresponding prices, and leave the rest to fate.

She works ten hours a day, and uses the rest of her time to draw and learn professional information. She concentrates her working time, clocking in from 7am to 12pm in the morning, and finishing her work from 2pm to 7pm in the afternoon, without delaying for a minute.

After lunch, I draw for a while, then take a half-hour nap, get up and read about current affairs to wake myself up, and then continue working.

Continue painting at night.

Finally, two weeks later, she got her first single client, but he was too full-body.

Ah, Ling Han told the owner that he only draws big heads at the moment. The owner said regretfully that she really likes Ling Han's style, but she really wants to make a full-body drawing for her own OC. Then she showed him a picture of her own OC that she had drawn.

Ling Han was silent after seeing it: "Madam, you can just draw it yourself. With such a beautiful style, why do you need to commission it?" Ling Han couldn't understand why this lady liked her children's paintings. If she hadn't been poor, she would have wanted to ask the lady to commission it.

The wife was also silent: "Am I...a good painter?"

Ling Han: "What made you misunderstand that you are a bad painter?"

Wife: "Some of your paintings are in line with Picasso's lifelong pursuit."

Ling Han: "Cry loudlyJPG. If you keep saying that, I will blacklist Zisha!"

Wife: "Do you want to learn painting? I don't want 998, I want 0.98! You can't afford to lose or be cheated! Do you want to learn?"

Ling Han: “?”

"??"

"???"

"Madam? Real name?"

Wife: "Well, to be honest, I really like your drawing style. After I teach you how to draw the full body and half body, how about you help me draw my OC?"

Ling Han looked at his own painting and the other party's painting, and decisively transferred 0.98 yuan.

Good luck comes so fast like a tornado.

Ling Han didn't make any money, but she spent 0.98 yuan to become a disciple. It didn't matter, after all, she was lucky to meet such a master of painting.

After half a month, Ling Han finally came up with a rough sketch. With just this sketch, her master was so excited that he wanted to post a video to show off. Ling Han thought it was inappropriate because it was too ugly. But her master was very satisfied, so Ling Han had the idea that she actually drew well. Then her master posted the video and circled her.

Ling Han:!!!

The death scene of a large community.

Ling Han opened the comment section with a sad look on his face. As expected, it was so ugly that it was impossible to praise it.

Under a comment that reads, "This picture has a novel composition and rich ideas... Never mind, I can't praise it any more.", someone cautiously asked, "Madam, are you in good spirits?"

Ling Han looked sad in front of the screen, thinking: This might not be good...

Her master was jumping up and down in the comment area with a boastful tone, "Yeah, how did you know this was the sketch my apprentice drew for my OC!" "Of course, my apprentice is the best!" He also tagged Ling Han and said, "@几两点水This is my apprentice, come on and praise me, I love it."

Ling Han didn't dare to say anything and quietly left the social platform. He consoled himself, it doesn't matter, the Internet is a fig leaf, no one knows each other, it doesn't matter.

Ling Han: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…

go to work.

In order to wash away his shame, Ling Han studied painting more vigorously. He lost his appetite for tea and food during practice. In fact, he was tired of eating the same meals three times a day for a week. His appetite was not very good.

With her perseverance, Ling Han finally came up with a decent one, so she excitedly sent it to her master.

Her master once again suggested posting a video to show off after a burst of “Ahhhhh”, and Ling Han sent an emoticon that said “Take it”.

Then she opened a platform that she hadn't opened for a long time, intending to see if anyone would say that she had made great progress this time.

Seeing the little red dot of ninety-nine, she clicked on it in a daze and came out in a daze. Now she feels dizzy.

It feels like I’m hugging a very thick thigh.

Because she had never been involved in it before, she didn't know much about it. So now after the popularization of netizens, she realized that her master was actually a big boss! And there was more than one scam!

OMG

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Ling Han leaned against a big tree to enjoy the shade, which was considered to have attracted a wave of traffic. She was finally able to get the big orders. She had some self-awareness. Twenty-five was the highest price. If she added more things, she would negotiate the price.

Because of this wave of customers, Ling Han's gratitude and admiration for her master reached a new level.

There are still many good people in this world.

She received her monthly salary and a bonus of two hundred yuan, and drew more than a dozen drafts, earning more than four hundred yuan.

Ah, this hard-earned money!

She looked at the money in WeChat and happily ordered a grilled fish for herself, spending a total of thirty-four.

She had no money and couldn't do things like treating others to a meal, so she could only ask if anyone wanted to order takeout with her. Since no one wanted to, she would just buy the food and eat it herself.

While eating the grilled fish, she suddenly felt like crying. Ms. An had a hard time, and she knew it because she had worked with Ms. An where she worked.

Together they stepped on bottles, moved paper boxes, packed paper flowers, and carried newspapers. They took a nap together in the cramped bathroom. She lay on the small bed, and Ms. An sat at the head of the bed.

She was not born without a father. When she was in the second grade of junior high school, Ms. An chose to divorce, and Ling Han supported her choice.