The wealthy old cat always wants to go to bed

With more than ten years of art skills, Zhuang Qi can skillfully control various painting styles, whether it is Japanese, Korean, illustration or ink, he is all at ease.

What he is best at is illustration. His use of color is very ingenious and delicate, and he has a strong ability to control the picture. He can accurately grasp the core characteristics of a work. He knows how to draw to impress others.

This is his advantage. At work, he can gain insight into the effect the other party wants through simple conversations and examples provided by the other party.

Therefore, the drawings he handed over are always highly praised by customers, and most of the revisions are due to temporary adjustments to the content.In this case, Lao Wu is very happy to hear and see, because extra money is needed.

Qian Bujin is still practicing how to draw lines and human body structure more easily, Zhuang Qi has long been pursuing a higher realm.

A variety of different picture expression techniques, a large number of painting exercises with different styles, you point at the things he draws casually, and ask him why he designed it in this way, he can tell you the detailed reasons for every place, and let people listen to it. I think it makes sense.

If you have to pick a bone and say that he has any shortcomings, it is that his paintings do not have a strong personal style.

This is like a person, no matter how beautiful you are, without your own personality and characteristics, you can be replaced after all.

Artists with their own style of painting are more likely to be loved and sought after by fans.Zhuang Qi obviously does not have this kind of treatment. In the industry, he is considered a bit expensive, but a commercial artist with a high fault tolerance rate. If he does not have high quality requirements for the finished product, most people will still give priority to choosing an artist with higher cost performance.

There is a long list in Zhuang Qi's list, all of whom have asked him for an appointment, or want to ask him for an appointment, or don't plan to ask him for an appointment, but are paying attention first.

He probably really doesn't have anything like fans.

On this point, Qian Bujin disagrees: "There are thousands of people on your list, how could they all ask you to draw? It's not because you are too aggressive and put yourself on the 'altar', It’s not close to the people at all, and it’s rare to post a post just to ask for work, and no one dares to speak out indiscriminately below.”

Qian Bujin thought of something, and couldn't help laughing again: "Your 'removal list' was too flirty. You manually cleared more than 1000 followers in one night, and some people complained about you behind your back, saying that your scarf is It’s not just the golden pig dads who are worthy of attention.”

Thinking of this incident, Zhuang Xi was also a little annoyed, he thought it was the person he paid attention to, and he was still thinking about when he slipped his hand and added so much attention, until his finger was about to break, he realized it later. I made a mistake.

Looking at Zhuang Qi's paintings can make people feel peaceful in their hearts. He is serious about everything he does, eats seriously, paints seriously, and even sharpens pencils seriously. Although he doesn't look very strong, he always makes people feel at ease. People subconsciously rely on it.

In addition to admiration for Qian Buquan, he also feels a little distressed.

It's not easy for their seventh brother. I heard that his parents passed away when he was very young. The more independent he is, the more it reminds people of the bitterness behind him.

Qian Buju remembered his past drawings that he had seen in Zhuang Qi's file folder.He knows that it's not that Zhuang Qi doesn't have his own style, but that he just rubbed off those styles in order to adapt to this industry and get more jobs.

"The drawing is finished, let's take a look." Zhuang Qi shook off the eraser and handed the storyboard draft to Qian Bubu. After finding out that this kid had a lot of ideas, he didn't mind referring to the other party's opinions at all.

Unexpectedly, when he raised his eyes, he was facing the loving father-like expression of Qian Bujin.Zhuang Qi's back was hairy: "Are you okay?"

"It's okay, come, let me take a look." Qian Bujinyuan's face seemed to be covered with a holy light, and he became more kind, but soon, he became a father who saw his son fail the exam, "No... ...What is this? Where is the cat?"

"This is what the cat sees. The cat is still in the grass." Zhuang Qi said.

Qian Bujin looked at the storyboard again, a man and a woman with public faces, chatting while walking, one asked, are you hungry?Another answer, sort of.One asked again, what do you have for lunch?The other replied: I don't know, you decide.Then the girl said, I can do whatever I want...

These contents alone take up two pages.

Qian Bujin's face was slightly ferocious: "Seventh brother, are these two supporting roles?"

Zhuang Xi was surprised and said, "It's a passer-by who doesn't have any facial features, can't you tell?"

Qian Bujin's expression twisted: "Why did the two passers-by give so many roles?"

"They are not ordinary passers-by." Zhuang Qi took back his sketch from Qian Bubu's stiff hand, "This is the world seen through the eyes of the protagonist, Mao. After watching it, he will think, you humans are so boring."

Money is not enough to be sure and sure, Zhuang Qi is a master at painting, and his ability to make up stories is not as good as that of a three-year-old child.

Faced with Zhuang Qi's gaze expecting his comments, Qian Bujuan suffered a lot. To be honest, he was afraid of undermining Zhuang Qi's enthusiasm too much, but it would be irresponsible to say that this thing can be saved without conscience. Performance.

After much deliberation, the money can only be said: "Seventh brother, I think this matter, it is like this... There is a word called "specialization in art", just like a carpenter, he can make furniture, but he may not be able to make furniture. Plant a good tree. You are a professional in painting, and let’s leave it to professional people to think about the plot, so that we can get twice the result with half the effort and ensure the quality of the produced works.”

Fortunately, Zhuang Qi is not the kind of person who, if you say I can't do it, I will show you what I can do.

He thinks it makes sense to say that the money is endless. Although he thinks the plot he came up with is okay, others may not think it is good after reading it. There are people who can make up stories to provide content. He only needs to concentrate on how to draw. Be more relaxed.

"can."

Seeing Zhuang Qi nodding, Qian Bujin also heaved a sigh of relief: "Tell the other party what you want to draw, and let the other party think about the rest. It is agreed in advance how you will share the money you make."

Zhuang Qi thought about it, then shook his head: "My cat, I draw it myself, just as a practice. If I really cooperate with others, I won't point fingers at the plot part, and no one would want a layman to point them out."

With direction, the rest of the road will be much easier to walk.

In the evening, after taking a shower, Zhuang Qi sat down by the bed with his half-wet hair on his head.

Seeing this, Ruan Jing jumped onto the bed, found a comfortable position on his lap, and waited for him to turn on the computer.

Since he shaved his hair, Zhuang Xi tacitly allowed him to come up and sit occasionally, but if he wanted to sleep, there was still no way.

Ruan Jingshi didn't care, he thought his cat's litter was pretty good, he could sleep however he wanted, and he didn't have to worry about dishonest people slapping him on the ground in the middle of the night.

After the short startup animation passed, Ruan Jingshi's expression suddenly became focused.

Finally, we will see the true face of Lushan with the power-on password...

In the blank input box, the cursor was flickering, and Ruan Jingshi followed Zhuang Qi's fingers and landed on the small keyboard.

1...

3...

Another 1.

4...

enter.

Ruan Jing was stunned suddenly.

He raised his head suspiciously, the lens reflecting the blue light of the computer blocked his probing sight.

you……

Ruan Jingshi was really shocked by the power-on password.

Who do you want to spend your whole life with?

It has been so deep...does it need to be used as a power-on password and entered once a day? ?