After I Died, I Became Popular Again

Chapter 35

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Qi Linqing was a little surprised when he saw the numbers displayed on the screen. Mr. Yan actually gave so much money.

With this money, he can move out of Qi's house on his own, without having to worry about making a living in the short term.

"I'll treat you to dinner next time too?" Qi Linqing looked at Zhong Chen, thinking that he should reciprocate courtesy.

"Let's talk about it later." Zhong Chen yawned and said lazily, "Do you want to withdraw money now?"

Qi Linqing shook his head: "Not for now."

Now he still has 70,000 yuan from selling paintings, so he is not short of money for the time being.

This huge sum of money given by Mr. Yan should be reserved for financial management as Du Yuanbai said.

"Then go out first, it's too boring here." Zhong Chen pulled out the card and handed it back to him.

Qi Linqing: "OK."

Zhong Chen pushed the door open first, tugged at his collar, and fanned the wind with his hands.

It was too hot for two big men to squeeze into the cramped space of the ATM.

If he stayed for a while longer, Zhong Chen felt that he might be hypoxic at any time.

"Hey, do you have any iced drinks in your McDonald's?" he asked.

Qi Linqing noticed the flush on the other's cheeks, silently took out a cup of iced milk tea from the plastic bag, inserted it into a straw and handed it over.

Zhong Chen was so thirsty, he gulped and drank it a few times, and finally sucked up the remaining pearls from the bottom of the cup, before throwing the paper cup into the trash can with satisfaction.

He was a little hungry again, so he asked Qi Linqing for a bag of French fries and ketchup, and ate it while walking.

The two of them came out of the bank and waited for the bus on the opposite road, and they would walk some distance together.

The North District has been repairing the subway all year round.

During this time they had to take a detour through a long, dark alley.

At this time, they suddenly heard screams like slaughtering pigs coming from the alley.

Qi Linqing and Zhong Chen looked at each other in dismay, and they both quickened their pace.

In a dark corner, several teenagers with colorfully dyed hair were beating and kicking the boy on the ground.

The leader, Fenmao, held a cigarette in his mouth, raised his stick and dropped it, smiling horribly:

"Just bring a hundred yuan with you when you go out?"

The boy howled while covering the bleeding wound: "Yes, I'm sorry, Brother Dao... I must bring more next time."

"Your protection fee will increase from next month. One thousand yuan, understand?"

Pink Hair raised the boy's chin, his tone threatening.

Seeing the ferocious faces of the other gangsters, the boy said, "Okay, okay..."

Hearing footsteps behind him, Fenmao said impatiently: "Don't meddle in your own business!"

A certain younger brother tugged at the pink-haired man's sleeve in horror.

Fenmao stood up, put his hands in his pockets, and turned around casually.

However, in the next second, after seeing someone coming—

His expression seemed to have been marked with a rest, and his face suddenly froze.

"Brother Zhong, Brother Zhong?" His voice trembled as if he had Paskin's disease.

Zhong Chen didn't expect to encounter school violence here. He thought for a while, and hurriedly hid the fries behind him.

The original owner was the leader of the delinquent boys in this area, and he could run into this incident every three days or two after he came through.

After experiencing it, Zhong Chen got used to it.

Anyway, these people are afraid of him.

But Zhong Chen didn't notice that the ketchup in his hand was dripping out.

The bright red mixed on the mud floor was particularly dazzling.

Looking at this scene, Fenmao and the other gangsters were so frightened that their livers were torn apart.

They have all heard of Zhong Chen from the middle school next door, known as the bloodthirsty green dragon.

Not only because of the green dragon tattoo on Zhong Chen's hand.

The origin of this name is accompanied by countless murderous and bloody stories.

Legend has it that Zhong Chen had killed someone before, but the huge family background behind him still kept him unscathed.

Because of this, no one dared to mess with him in the entire North District gangster circle.

"Hurry up and run away!!!" Fenmao ran away like a lost dog when he picked up the guy.

Other bastards with colorful hair also fled the scene quickly.

"Are you okay?" Qi Linqing walked over to help the boy up.

"Well, it's okay, thank you."

The boy stood up and glanced at Zhong Chen cautiously. He didn't see the red on the ground just now, and he couldn't help wondering:

Why were those people afraid of him just now

It was only then that Zhong Chen realized that the tomato sauce had been turned upside down, and a lot of it had flowed into his hands.

Can't be wasted.

He raised his hand and licked it.

This scene fell into the boy's eyes, but he thought he was drinking blood.

The boy was terrified: "!!!"

I see...

No wonder those gangsters just crawled away in fright.

They are not at the same level as the tattooed brother in front of them.

The boy shivered.

Qi Linqing took out a napkin and handed it to the boy, comforting softly: "Next time you are bullied, don't swallow your anger. Remember,... remember..."

But he didn't have any similar experience, and he was a little stuck when it came to this.

The boy thought that he and Zhong Chen were in the same group, and countless thoughts suddenly popped up in his mind.

call back? Or can I ask you for help

"...Remember to tell the teacher." Zhong Chen went on to add what he thought was a loyal and kind word.

Qi Linqing nodded in agreement: "Yes, you should sue the teacher."

boy:"???"

How could this be so

After the two took the boy to a nearby clinic to treat the wound, they parted ways at the intersection.

Qi Linqing got in the car and went to the studio where he had discussed the live broadcast with his boss.

As for Zhong Chen, he returned home after finishing his work in the North District.

As soon as he entered the door, he heard the butler say: "Master, there is your express delivery."

Zhong Chen caught a glimpse of the huge flat-box express delivery in the living room, and guessed at a glance that it was probably the customized Chinese painting he bought online a few days ago.

The store shipped pretty fast.

Zhong Chen squatted on the ground while thinking, cut the tape with a knife, and opened the box.

A framed landscape painting lies quietly in the foam paper.

The painter used unintentional light to create it, revealing the elegance of a water town in the south of the Yangtze River.

The theme was actually [Autumn Moon in Dongting].

Zhong Chen remembered that his master gave him a class one day, and introduced the eight most common creative themes in landscape painting.

They are Pingsha Luoge, Yuanpu Guifan, Shanshi Qinglan, Jiangtian Dusk Snow, Dongting Autumn Moon, Xiaoxiang Night Rain, Yansi Evening Bell, and Fishing Village Photos.

The master said: "Among these painting titles, I am the best at Dongting Qiuyue."

Zhong Chen remembered that he asked stupidly at that time: "Why?"

"Because I was born in that place in the painting." Master smiled.

In fact, he rarely saw Master smile, and that was the first time.

It was as if in a drowsy afternoon in midsummer, a cool cross-wind blows towards his face, waking him up instantly.

Let him, who was young at that time, understand what is called love at first sight in the book.

Zhong Chen stared at the painting, unknowingly bursting into tears.

At the same time, Panda Net Red Live Studio.

This is a small company driven by the rise of Douyin in recent years. The main investor is Yin Yuanliang. He was originally one of Douyin's anchors, mainly broadcasting magic, but later retreated behind the scenes due to a hand injury.

When Qi Linqing pushed the door and entered, the boss and Yin Yuanliang were chatting.

Seeing that Qi Linqing was very excited, the boss hastily pulled him over and said:

"The seller gave you a five-star review just now!! And actually paid you another 100,000 yuan as the final payment."

The boss clicked on the background comments to show him.

s**y[88vip]: [The delivery was fast, and the work is also very good, with a style of painting. . A little bit like an old friend. [Image] [image]]

Qi Linqing was dumbfounded. It seems that the seller really has too much money to spend.

The boss teased: "For a painting worth 10,000 yuan, I forced you to pay 200,000 yuan. Who do you think is his old friend?"

Qi Linqing thought for a while and said, "His former master?"

Boss: "Of course not, unless he falls in love with his teacher. This old friend must be his lover hahahaha."

Qi Linqing: "..."

Yin Yuanliang heard the whole story from the boss just now.

After listening to it, he had only one thought: the person who bought the painting, could it be Qi Linqing himself

After all, who is so stupid these days who is willing to take the initiative to increase the price by 20 times to buy paintings on Taobao.

But Yin Yuanliang also thought about it in his heart. On the surface, he was still very polite to Qi Linqing, boasting all kinds of things in his mouth.

After boasting, he embraced the other party familiarly and said:

"If you think it's okay, let's try live broadcasting today?"

Qi Linqing: "OK."

The size of the studio is not small. In addition to the office area, seven or eight small rooms are divided into different rooms for live broadcasting.

Yin Yuanliang immediately led Qi Linqing to the vacated No. 8 live broadcast room.

When Qi Linqing passed the corridor, he saw several "anchors". The content of their live broadcasts also varies.

For example, a middle-aged man is burying his head in carving a stone.

Like a curly-haired woman in a sparse fabric jumping up and down on her phone.

Qi Linqing couldn't bear to stare at the latter, so he quickly turned his head away.

"Here we are." Yin Yuanliang pointed to the long and wide table in room 8, and said, "You can draw here later. I have prepared all the painting materials and utensils for you in advance."

Qi Linqing nodded.

In addition, Yin Yuanliang also equipped him with a small assistant who was responsible for debugging the equipment.

After the little assistant connected to the Douyin platform, the pens, inks, papers and inkstones on the table in the room immediately appeared on the live broadcast screen of the mobile phone.

However, the number of online viewers at this time is 0.

It is the first time for an unknown anchor to appear on camera, and the audience is often pitifully small.

"Are you really not considering showing your face?" Yin Yuanliang persuaded again.

Qi Linqing shook his head: "Sorry."

Yin Yuanliang sighed regretfully, quietly exited the room and closed the door behind him.

...

Later, Qi Linqing got to know the equipment with the help of the assistant.

The long pole placed in front of the table is called a mobile phone holder, and the lens is aimed at the table, just enough to capture the whole process of his painting.

After Qi Linqing finished the preparations such as laying paper and grinding, he started painting.

When he was drawing the beginning, he thought that the boss said that he could teach the audience some painting skills while live broadcasting.

Qi Linqing cleared his throat and said, "Today I will tell you about Qinglan in light ink..."

The little assistant on the side was suddenly embarrassed, and reminded in a low voice: "You don't need to talk now."

Qi Linqing: "Huh?"

Assistant: "No one is watching the live broadcast right now."

Qi Linqing: "... Oh, okay."

Ten minutes later.

"Wait!" The little assistant suddenly shouted in surprise: "There is someone!! The number of people online is 1!"

A bullet screen was drawn across the bottom: [The anchor's hands are pretty nice]

Qi Linqing sneered, and spoke again: "Today I will talk about the painting method of light ink and clear haze...."

[The anchor's voice is so nice! ! ]

[233 found the treasure]

[feels fun]

[Live Chinese painting? ]

[unclear]

[+1]

The little assistant stared at the phone page and found that the number of live broadcasters was slowly increasing.

Some people come in and some people leave.

But in the end, the number stopped at 11 and did not move again.

Time passed unknowingly, and after three hours, Qi Linqing was finishing the painting. During this period, he analyzed a lot of content techniques.

His throat was dry, and his mouth was dry when he spoke. He picked up the mineral water beside the table and unscrewed the cap to drink it.

At this time, the middle-aged man in the next room also came out to pour water.

After Fan Xingchang poured the water, he saw the lights in the No. 8 studio.

Is there a new anchor coming

He was a little surprised and walked in subconsciously.

The door was not closed, it was wide open. The live broadcast room is like this, which is convenient for the boss to patrol at any time.

Qi Linqing, who was drawing a picture, and the assistant, who was obsessed with live barrage, paid no attention to him.

Fan Xingchang glanced at the boy, and then at the Chinese painting on the table, a trace of shock flashed in his eyes.

He originally thought that the other party was good-looking, and he must rely on his face.

As a result, this child is not very old, and he actually broadcast Chinese painting live? !

That's his colleague, Fan Xingchang clicked his tongue.

Before that, Fan Xingchang had only one technical stream in the entire Panda Studio.

Although he engraved seals live, Douyin has more than 500,000 fans, which is quite popular.

Fan Xingchang stood by and watched the boy draw.

Qi Linqing also saw this strange middle-aged man, smiled gently at him, then lowered his head and continued to paint, while explaining Chinese painting techniques to the few audience.

Fan Xingchang didn't disturb the other party, and after watching for a while, he quietly opened the door and went out.

When he went out, he ran into Yin Yuanliang head-on.

Yin Yuanliang: "Are you about to leave work?"

Fan Xingchang nodded.

Yin Yuanliang rubbed his hands, and said embarrassedly: "Can I ask you something. There is a newcomer in our studio. He broadcasts Chinese painting live. It is a bit similar to your engraved seal. Can you-"

Fan Xingchang understood when he heard this. Yin Yuanliang wanted to use his traffic to bring newcomers to the live broadcast.

But Fan Xingchang didn't mind. He had a good impression of the boy's painting just now.

"Yes." Fan Xingchang said with a smile: "I think that kid is very talented. I happen to be free tonight, so I can stay and work overtime to take care of him. The traffic flow is better at night."

Yin Yuanliang let out an "ah", feeling something was wrong. Qi Linqing had a bad reputation on the Internet before. It stands to reason that someone who cherishes feathers like Fan Xingchang should not easily agree to bring him along.

"do you know who he is?"

Fan Xingchang: "The Internet celebrity you dug up? I think he looks familiar."

Yin Yuanliang: "...No. He is the true young master of the Qi family who participated in "Metamorphosis."

Fan Xingchang: "..."

He almost vomited a mouthful of old blood.

But Yin Yuanliang was his boss, since he had already agreed, it would be embarrassing to go back on his word.

Fan Xingchang regained his composure, and had no choice but to step into the No. 8 live broadcast room again.

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