"What else can he do here? Just modify the game console."
Du Chen also understood that there is no good or bad among businessmen. As long as you can make me money, everything else is nothing. Face is nothing.
"Talk to him nicely this time, don't be so angry, and be kind to others, okay?"
Comrade Lao Du gave his son some advice.
Du Chen also knew that his father was definitely doing this for his own good, but his experience in his previous life told him that being kind to others in society does not necessarily earn you kindness in return.
In society, the law of the jungle prevails: kind people are often bullied, and kind horses are often ridden. If you feel embarrassed, others will feel very comfortable.
"Okay, Dad, I get it. I'll listen to you and I'll definitely speak nicely this time."
Although he disagreed with his father's ideas, Du Chen still agreed with his father. Du Chen didn't want his parents to worry about him, so he just went along with them in most things. He was happy as long as his parents were happy.
"Okay, son, let's go inside and get ready for dinner!"
Seeing that Du Chen did not reject his suggestion, Comrade Lao Du walked into the store with his son in his arms in a good mood.
"Okay, Dad! I'm happy today. I'm going to eat more tonight. Would you like to have a drink too?"
"Of course! My son is about to publish a book and become a real writer in the future. I'm so happy, I have to have a couple of drinks to celebrate!"
After dinner in the evening, Du Chen was reading a novel. Now his parents basically didn't care what he did, and he had self-control and knew what he should and shouldn't do.
Du Bin was doing his homework under the desk lamp. As for the illustrations, he would finish the homework first.
"Chenchen, I've finished my homework. Can you tell me how I'm going to draw the illustrations?"
"Okay, brother. Let me show you this. Think about the general plot of the story first, and then draw it yourself according to the plot I wrote."
Du Chen dug out the old sample magazine and found a story he had written. He asked Du Bin to draw it first, and then he would give his opinions after the drawing was completed. His main focus was to train his brother, so he didn't tell him how to draw or how to compose the picture.
Although Du Chen's paintings are just like ghost paintings, he still has a good vision, so there is nothing wrong with giving suggestions.
Comrade Lao Du quietly stood behind Du Bin and watched Du Bin paint. It was also the first time for him to see Du Bin paint. He only heard his wife and sister-in-law say that Du Bin painted very well, but how good was it that Comrade Lao Du had never seen it and didn't know.
Du Bin worked very quickly and finished the first illustration in just over 20 minutes. Comrade Lao Du was very shocked as he watched Du Bin drawing from beginning to end. He didn't expect that his eldest son, who had been naughty since childhood, had such talent.
"Chenchen, how about you come over and take a look?"
Du Bin stretched, and was so focused that he didn't notice Comrade Lao Du behind him.
Du Chen took Du Bin's painting, looked at it carefully, and found that it basically matched the picture in his mind.
"Brother, can you adjust the positions of these two children? I think this will give the picture a better sense of space."
Du Chen pointed at Du Bin's illustrations and offered his own opinions.
Du Bin has a high understanding of painting. Although Du Chen's words were vague, Du Bin understood what he meant.
On the other hand, Du Chen's parents and Ren Suping and others watched Du Chen trying hard to express what he meant, but they really couldn't understand what Du Chen meant.
Du Bin ignored them and took another A4 sheet of paper to start painting again. With the foundation laid by the first painting, it took only ten minutes to complete the second illustration.
Du Chen took a look and gave Du Bin a thumbs up.
"Brother, this is great! This is exactly what I wanted! It would be the magazine's loss if they didn't choose your illustration!"
Du Chen did not just want to encourage Du Bin, because Du Bin's paintings well show the innocence and sunshine of elementary school students, and you can't help but smile at the first sight.
After saying that, Du Chen ran to the shop outside, took out a pack of crayons from the counter, and returned to the inner room to hand it to Du Bin.
"Son, aren't the colors of crayons brighter?"
Comrade Lao Du, a rough man, asked in confusion.
"Dad, I can't explain it either. You'll understand when you see the finished product. Brother, just do as you wish. You can color the illustration with crayons."
Du Chen couldn't explain the feeling, so he could only let Du Bin play freely.
Du Bin didn't say anything. Subconsciously, he felt that crayons were the best choice and more suitable for his painting style.
Du Bin put a pack of crayons on the table, picked and chose, and colored his illustration one by one.
Du Chen watched from the side and found that his brother Du Bin was also very good at matching colors, giving people a feeling of coordination and comfort.
Yes, it is about coordination and comfort, just like Du Chen used to play with modified cars. When Du Chen is doing interior decoration or changing the color of the whole car, he always chooses the most common color combinations, such as the black and red combination of the interior.
It’s not that Du Chen is unwilling to try, but the colors Du Chen matched are simply a bunch of shit. The originally exquisite interior looks cheap at first glance, and full of vulgarity at second glance. And then another glance, what the hell!
Du Chen was also puzzled. In his previous life, his brother Du Bin helped him open a modification shop. He would stay in the shop after get off work with nothing to do, but he never gave him any suggestions.
Soon, Du Bin finished coloring the illustration. Du Chen took one look and knew it was exactly the feeling he wanted.
"Chenchen, this is so beautiful when drawn with crayons! It feels so comfortable, it just feels so comfortable to me!"
At this time, Du Chen's mother said.
"Comfortable? I didn't feel that way. But it looks pretty good."
Comrade Lao Du didn't feel any comfort or coordination, but it looked very beautiful.
"Tsk, what do you know."
Du Chen's mother rolled her eyes and disdainfully belittled Comrade Lao Du.
Comrade Lao Du chuckled and did not refute.
"Alright, brother, you should just follow this feeling from now on. Now go back to studying!"
Du Chen told Du Bin to follow this in the future, and then asked Du Bin to continue studying.
"No way, Chenchen, let me draw a few more!"
Du Bin was enjoying the rise of painting, but unexpectedly he had to continue studying.
"Brother, it's been over an hour. Go study first, and we'll continue tomorrow night."
"That's right, Boss. Continue painting tomorrow. The final exams are coming up soon. If you do well, we'll go to Longcheng by ourselves, and then to the capital. If you don't do well, you can just stay home."
Comrade Lao Du threatened Du Bin from the side.
"All right."
"Brother, if you want to draw during your break, that's fine. Just draw two or three and I'll send them to the magazine. We can't delay this for too long."
Du Chen was thinking that time was running out and he had to give the magazine a quick reply, so he could only ask Du Bin to draw two or three illustrations and then send them all at once.
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