Chapter 188 Sugar Painting!
As the director watched the guests holding his drawings, reluctant to let go, a sense of pride welled up within him. "They don't really need to like my drawings so much," he thought.
"Look, they're all captivated by my paintings," the director said proudly to the assistant director beside him.
The assistant director sighed deeply, looking at the director's proud expression. "Boss, whatever makes you happy."
"Teachers are free to do as they please now. We'll meet back in the courtyard at 6 p.m. Have a great time!"
The streets of Wuquan Ancient Town are very lively, with all kinds of items and food sold on both sides of the streets. There are also occasional performances, and tourists stroll around the various stalls in groups.
After Xu Wang and Pei Yanchuan left, they walked along the stone bridge to the other side of the path. The path was paved with stone bricks, each one exuding an ancient atmosphere.
Xu Wang looked around, seemingly filled with curiosity about everything.
Pei Yanchuan stayed close to Xu Wang, his gaze never leaving Xu Wang.
After walking a short distance, Xu Wang saw a sugar painting stall. The stall owner was an elderly man with white hair and a kind smile on his face. His stall was exceptionally clean and tidy. On the shiny iron plate, the old man slowly poured caramel-colored syrup with a small iron spoon in his right hand. With a few quick movements in the air, a lifelike kitten appeared on the iron plate. The kitten seemed to be playing and rolling around, holding a toy ball in its little paws.
Xu Wang couldn't help but be drawn over, and under his watchful eye, the old man drew many more animals, including a cute little white rabbit, a majestic tiger, fluttering butterflies, and soaring dragons and phoenixes.
Wow! This is so lifelike! It looks like the sugar phoenix Grandpa made is really about to flap its wings and fly away.
[I feel like he only needs two simple strokes to tell me what animal he's drawing.]
[And this old man's hands are incredibly steady; it feels like every move he makes is planned.]
[Help! Seeing this reminds me of a very simple cat sugar painting I bought during last year's holiday, which cost me a whopping 60 yuan. (Headache)]
[You mean less? 60? Goodness, the price here is one zero less than that.]
[I've bought them too. Simple paintings are 10 yuan, and they're pretty standard. This old man's painting is exceptionally lifelike, so I feel it should be more expensive. But I'd accept a higher price for something like this. My only worry is that it's expensive and doesn't even look like anything (serious)]
[Add one! That would be really painful.]
………………
After the guests dispersed, the white-haired old man looked up and smiled at Xu Wang, who had been standing to the side for a long time: "Young man, would you like one?"
"How much is one?" Before Xu Wang could speak, Pei Yanchuan behind him asked directly.
"You can take a look at the price list in front. Because the difficulty of the patterns you draw is different, the price will also be different." The old man smiled and pointed to the price list hanging on his car.
Xu Wang looked over and realized that the old man not only drew simple sugar paintings, but also made three-dimensional sugar paintings, such as three-dimensional butterflies, three-dimensional roses, three-dimensional lanterns, and so on.
The price of a simple sugar painting ranges from 5 to 60 yuan, depending on the simplicity of the design.
Xu Wang thought for a moment and realized that if he wanted to draw a puppy that looked like Nuomi, the 10 yuan they currently had wouldn't be enough.
"I'm sorry, sir, we might not have enough money on us. Let's come back and buy it when we've earned some more," Xu Wang said, shaking his head helplessly.
Pei Yanchuan stood there, his brows furrowed.
"Making money? You can make money right here," the white-haired old man said with a smile.
"Huh? What's this?" Xu Wang asked in confusion.
Under the watchful eyes of the two people and the viewers in the live stream, the old man pulled out a small sign with a picture of the variety show poster on it. The poster showed the name of the variety show, and the lower right corner of the name indicated the place to make money: sugar painting.
This is really...
[I'm so lucky!]
[I hereby declare the title of this episode: Getting Rich Immediately at the Start]
[At this moment, the director let out a sharp, explosive shout: There's definitely a mole in the production team! Absolutely!]
[Haha, even though the director's drawing was too abstract, the guests were just too lucky (chuckles).]
Xu Wang couldn't believe it, so he took out the drawing from his pocket. He spread out the drawing and compared the three patterns with the sugar painting in front of him, one by one. Finally, his gaze fell on the spoon in the pot of sugar syrup that the white-haired old man was boiling.
...Xu Wang was momentarily at a loss for words.
The old man leaned closer to the two of them and looked at the blueprint in Xu Wang's hand. He frowned slightly as he looked at it: "Young man who drew this blueprint, is your basic drawing skills a little weak?"
[Haha, low EQ: the drawing isn't very good; high EQ: the basics are a bit weak.]
[Director, please don't watch this live stream! They're all talking nonsense. You're a 'drawing genius'! (Please believe in yourself!)]
[Hahahaha, I think the director's confidence in his drawing skills is all thanks to your flattery! (Laughs so hard he rolls around on the bed.)]
The director, who was watching the live stream in his guesthouse, saw this comment and his smile instantly vanished. "No way, is it really possible? Does my drawing really not look like it?"
The assistant director watched quietly as the director struggled with his painting, hoping that this time he would truly acknowledge his own painting skills and give the guests a break. God help him.
Xu Wang turned his head and leaned his face against Pei Yanchuan's shoulder, trying hard to control the smile that was already on his lips.
"What do we need to do to make money here?" Pei Yanchuan reached out and gently supported Xu Wang, who was leaning against him.
“Making money here is very simple. You can try painting a sugar painting. As long as you can sell two sugar paintings, I will give each of you 100 yuan for travel expenses,” the white-haired old man said with a smile.
“What if we sell more than two, like four, six, eight, or even ten?” Pei Yanchuan astutely found a loophole in the rule to make money.
The old man was taken aback by the question from the cold-faced young man in front of him. No, young man, shouldn't you first think about how to draw a complete sugar painting?
"Well... the person who contacted me didn't mention this situation to me." The old man didn't know how to answer.
Xu Wang looked at the cameraman, who immediately understood and took out his phone from his pocket.
A few minutes later, he put down his phone and said, "The director said the limit is 10 sugar paintings to sell."
"So that means we can earn a maximum of five hundred yuan each." Xu Wang turned to look at Pei Yanchuan.
“That’s right.” Pei Yanchuan nodded.
"Young men, don't get too excited yet. The prerequisite for earning this money is that you can draw and sell the paintings. If you can't draw or sell them, all the money is wasted," the old man said slowly, his hands behind his back.
"Please teach us once." Xu Wang looked respectfully at the old man in front of him.
"Okay, take a close look."
The white-haired old man first explained to the two of them in detail what temperature and state of the syrup was most suitable for making sugar paintings. Then, he used an iron spoon to scoop up the syrup and, at a slightly slower pace, drew a very simple white rabbit sugar painting in front of them.
"How does it feel? Do you need me to draw another one for you?" The old man carefully took the finished sugar painting off the iron plate with a bamboo stick and stuck it on the base in front of the stall.
"If it's convenient, could you please do it again?" Xu Wang humbly asked for advice.
"What's inconvenient about this? I'll draw you another kitten." The old man sitting at the stall started boiling syrup again and then drew on the iron plate.
After this session ended, Pei Yanchuan took the initiative to ask, "Can I try it?"
"sure."
Pei Yanchuan sat at the stall. He first started making syrup according to the method the old man had just taught him. After confirming that the syrup was ready, he used an iron spoon to scoop up a little syrup and drip it onto the iron plate.
Pei Yanchuan was very serious. His hands were very steady as the syrup landed steadily on the iron plate. A few seconds later, the basic shape of a kitten began to take shape.
Xu Wang was shocked. He had learned it already. Although he felt he could draw it too, it was still quite difficult to draw something so exquisite on his first try.
The old man beside him also changed from being nonchalant to being serious, staring intently at the ever-changing sugar painting on the canvas.
[Funny! Is this the learning talent of a genius?]
[I'm so jealous! (Reincarnated lemon)]
[Another day where I can't beat CEO Pei (lying down).]
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