The two sisters chatted for a long time on Yun Shudai's bed before going to sleep. The next day, He Wan quietly got up and left the space at the last minute.
Yun Shudai slept until a little after ten o'clock, drank a cup of porridge, and began her creative career.
Although the production team gave me a four-month deadline, I might have other commitments later on, so I'll try not to waste time while I'm at home.
She had already drawn the drafts of two characters and sent them to the person in charge of program publicity. After making slight modifications, she had grasped the style.
He Wan left in the morning before she woke up. When she came back in at noon, she found He Wan with her hair disheveled, drawing intently.
Looking at the professional computer and drawing tablet in her room, and especially her skillful movements, she exclaimed in surprise, "Old Yun, in your previous life you only used a tablet to draw, or used a brush to paint ink paintings in your room, but you never used a computer to draw before."
Yun Shudai tossed her hair and said, "I have memories of this life. The original owner studied fine arts, which involved computer software."
"No wonder, I never expected that painting would become a life skill for you in this life. How much is this painting worth?"
"Several thousand yuan, a total of one hundred thousand yuan, I want to paint twenty paintings."
"Twenty sets, 100,000, that's not a small amount normally."
"Well, I'm considered a newcomer to the workforce now, but I actually have the skills from two lifetimes. This price is quite good for commercial interiors."
After Yun Shudai paid back one million yuan to her parents at the end of the year, she had eighty thousand yuan left. She used it to stock up on supplies for Lao He, leaving her with fifty to sixty thousand yuan. She only received a twenty thousand yuan deposit for this order, and she received fifty thousand yuan from the wedding dress advertisement.
Yes, I still need to work hard to earn money this year.
Lao He didn't go out at noon; he simmered a pot of mushroom and pork rib soup in the kitchen.
Listening to Lao Yun complain about this, he laughed and said, "With me as your bug, you don't have to worry about making money. Wait a little over a month, and I'll get you a few more bottles of wine."
Yun Shudai put down her pen, came over and took a sip of soup, and said, "Won't we get caught if we bring so much wine from that era?"
"Well... I really don't know. Besides that collector surnamed Song, do you know anyone else?"
Yun Shudai shook her head, but then paused and said, "My Mr. Bai also likes collecting things."
Old He couldn't help but roll his eyes at her: "Tsk, you call her that so smoothly."
Old Yun was too lazy to smell the jealousy of this single dog, and lowered his head to gnaw on the tender ribs.
Old He didn't tease her anymore, and said, "But if your Mr. Bai knew that you have so many old wines, how would you explain it?"
Old Yun had also thought of this problem. He had just casually mentioned it: "I was very likely to have been found out by him last time, but he didn't ask. Oh, if he had asked, I would have said that my best friend's family used to be antique collectors. Their family has fallen on hard times, and they recently asked me to sell some things. But I heard that you can tell if wine has not been aged by drinking it, so we only have an advantage in terms of age."
"Well, that's true. Maybe we should look online for other valuable items."
"We're selling eye-catching liquor and antiques, which are easy to detect. Or... should I set up a stall at the antique market?"
"Forget about setting up a stall, don't forget you're a big star now. But you could try the antique market, there should be someone who buys them."
"kindness."
After dinner, He Wan stayed with Lao Yun while searching on the sofa for things that would be valuable by today's standards. She needed to earn money for Lao Yun to buy a house.
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