Chapter 3: The Master Appears Ahead
Chapter 3: The Master Appears Ahead
Seeing that a casual painting of his could trigger such a violent chain reaction, even though Yang Xiaofan had a good heart, he couldn't help but feel excited.
After all, it was made by my own hands!
Gu Hao on the side was still chattering, extremely excited.
"Old Yang, there are rewards everywhere in the school right now. As long as you find this painting master, the starting price is 50,000 yuan! As long as we find him, we can use the 50,000 yuan to treat your brain. Maybe you will be cured."
Yang Xiaofan didn't know whether to cry or laugh.
He is lucky to have a good friend like Gu Hao, but he is also helpless that he is always regarded as a moron.
With a light cough, Yang Xiaofan said seriously:
"Fatty, actually that Chinese painting master is me!"
"???"
Gu Hao frowned and looked at Yang Xiaofan.
Yang Xiaofan was speechless at the look in his eyes.
"It's really me, you believe me."
"Well, I believe you. Let me go out and look for any clues. You stay in the dormitory and don't wander around."
Having said that, Gu Hao quickly got up and left the dormitory.
A moment later, Yang Xiaofan heard Gu Hao's anxious voice in the corridor.
"Hello, Doctor Li? Didn't you say my brother's brain condition wouldn't get worse? Why do I feel like his condition is getting worse? Are you sure you don't want to prescribe some brain-stimulating medicine or something?"
".."
Yang Xiaofan was speechless for a moment.
However, this also gave him a wake-up call.
It is difficult for ordinary people to understand this kind of thing. Now, he probably cannot make too much fuss and expose the changes in himself.
Otherwise, if I were caught and used as a guinea pig for experiments, wouldn’t I have no place to cry?
After thinking it over carefully, Yang Xiaofan registered a new forum account and a new WeChat account, and posted a message.
"I am the painter who paints on the walls of the campus. I am now selling all kinds of fine paintings. Pre-orders are accepted. If you really want one, add me on WeChat 5421."
As soon as it was posted, Yang Xiaofan received several replies.
There is no way. The issue of painters has become a hot topic in the university, and there are posts about painters everywhere.
However, when Yang Xiaofan opened the post, his face turned dark.
"Fuck, you liar, are you really good at riding on the popularity?"
"If you are really a painter of that level, do you still need to sell your paintings in the forum?"
"Let's report it together and let the moderators block his post."
A series of cursing and black posts made Yang Xiaofan very angry.
"Fuck, wait till I finish drawing the picture, and then see what you guys say."
After saying that, Yang Xiaofan angrily turned off the computer, walked out of the dormitory, and went to buy painting supplies.
On the other hand, the principal's office was already in chaos.
The phone kept ringing, making the principal's head explode.
I finally unplugged the phone line and turned off my phone, but before I could even breathe a sigh of relief, my secretary walked in on her high heels.
"Principal, the president of Yu Group in this city just called you and said that he wanted to meet the painter. Please come forward and help arrange it."
The principal replied angrily:
"What the hell! I need to know who he is, so I can arrange for him. Nowadays, the big shots who call to find painters can circle my office dozens of times! Chairman Chen of the City Painting Association, Master Zhang, the Chinese painting master, which one of them is not more prestigious than him?"
"What did the security department say? Did the surveillance find anything?"
"The security department was also very busy. When the security found the painter in the morning, he ran away. He ran too fast for the security to catch up. In addition, he seemed to be very familiar with our campus and avoided all surveillance cameras, so there was no clue when checking the surveillance."
"Then go check again! As long as he is a human, he can't just disappear out of thin air! You must find him for me, otherwise, I'm afraid I won't be able to keep this position."
"Yes!"
As for Yang Xiaofan, after leaving the dormitory, he immediately went to a nearby art supply store.
It is still easy to buy painting supplies near the university town, and many people who think they have artistic talent like to cultivate some small hobbies and sentiments.
"Boss, how much is the cheapest set of ordinary Chinese painting supplies?"
The boss was a bald middle-aged man in his fifties. The sly smile on his face revealed his years of experience in ripping off customers.
"It's not expensive, just over a thousand."
"What? A set of ordinary painting supplies costs more than a thousand. Why don't you go and rob them?"
Yang Xiaofan was shocked.
His monthly food expenses were only twelve thousand yuan, but buying the most ordinary set of painting supplies cost him more than one thousand yuan.
"Is this expensive? A set of good painting supplies costs tens of thousands!"
Yang Xiaofan couldn't help but sigh inwardly, it turns out that there is a price to pay for being involved in art.
However, in order to make money, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and pay.
"Then give me one. Is there any discount?"
"Students get a 9.5% discount. Since you've just started to learn painting, I'll give you 100 yuan off and charge you 1,400 yuan."
"Fourteen thousand? Damn, I think I'm still short of money. Can I buy it on credit?"
The bald boss lost his smile and turned around and walked back into the store.
"We don't take credit!"
Yang Xiaofan was so depressed that he vomited blood.
He only has a little over a thousand yuan a month for living expenses, and he also has to eat.
The 10,000 yuan that Gu Hao gave him before had already been recharged by him. Besides, that was his classmates' money, and he would have to pay it back to everyone when he made money.
If I buy painting supplies now, if I can’t sell my paintings within a short period of time, I’m afraid I’ll have to live on bread for a few days.
Just when he was feeling depressed, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a beautiful figure out of the corner of his eye, and Yang Xiaofan's eyes lit up.
Without saying a word, Yang Xiaofan trotted over.
"Squad leader, why are you here too?"
"Yang Xiaofan?"
The person Yang Xiaofan saw was none other than the squad leader Qin Nuanyu.
At this moment, she was standing in front of an automatic shooting machine, staring at the toys inside. When she saw Yang Xiaofan, she couldn't help but be a little surprised.
"What are you doing here?"
"Um, I came to buy some things, but I don't have enough money. I want to ask you to borrow some money, and I will return it to you in a few days."
Qin Nuanyu frowned.
"If I remember correctly, the class donated 10,000 yuan to you today, right? You're out of money so soon?"
Yang Xiaofan touched his nose awkwardly.
"I had some troubles and spent the money. But don't worry, I will definitely return it to you in a few days when I have more money."
Qin Nuanyu nodded.
"Just remember it. How much do you want to borrow?"
"Not much, just borrow one thousand."
"it is good."
Qin Nuanyu didn't say much and directly transferred one thousand yuan to Yang Xiaofan.
(End of this chapter)