Dong Qiaoqiao said it subconsciously, but she didn't expect Lin Wanrong to hear it and agreed to her. She was shy but also a little bit happy. After all, women love beauty, and it is their dream to preserve their youth in the form of a canvas.
"Thank you son." Dong Qiaoqiao said shyly.
Lin Wanrong smiled, wiped his face with the back of his hand, and said to Dong Rende: "Uncle Dong, what do you think?"
Dong Rende gave Lin Wanrong a thumbs up and said, "I don't have anything to say to you, Young Master. Besides admiration, the little old man still admires you."
Lin Wanrong finished drawing the rest of the illustrations in one go. This fake Miss Xiao has different expressions, but she is equally beautiful and charming. She is sure to fascinate those talented scholars.
After Lin Wanrong finished the last stroke, he wiped it on his face again, then stood up and said with a smile, "It's done, let's call it a day."
Dong Qiaoqiao looked at the portraits of the same woman in different shapes in the booklet, her face was full of envy, she glanced at Lin Wanrong, and suddenly covered her mouth and giggled.
"What's the matter?" Lin Wanrong was taken aback by her smile, but this girl really looks good when she smiles.
Dong Qiaoqiao took out a handkerchief from her bosom, looked at Lin Wanrong with a blushing face, bit her lips, and leaned in front of Lin Wanrong, the handkerchief stroking Lin Wanrong's face with a faint fragrance.
Lin Wanrong suddenly realized that it must be because of the ashes on her face that she acted like this.
However, her move made Lin Wanrong startled. In this era, the defense between men and women is very strict. Even if Dong Qiaoqiao was born in an ordinary family, this gesture is too intimate. Even in Lin Wanrong's era, only boyfriends and girlfriends would make such gestures.
Don't let her have unreasonable thoughts about me, day, then I will be in danger, this talent is born to be a mess. Lin Wanrong thought shamelessly. In this day and age, to be honest, he wasn't ready for a relationship yet.
Lin Wanrong hurriedly took a step back, unknowingly rejected her offer, took her handkerchief naturally, and said with a smile, "I can do it myself."
Dong Qiaoqiao was stunned for a moment, and also realized what was wrong with her, her face flushed, Lin Wanrong hurriedly put the handkerchief on her nose and sniffed it lightly, said frivolously: "It smells so good!"
Dong Qiaoqiao knew that he was deliberately trying to resolve his embarrassment, so he smiled gratefully at Lin Wanrong.
But frivolity is Lin Wanrong's nature, so there is no need to pretend.
Dong Qiaoqiao's face seemed to be dyed with thick rouge, she hummed lightly, but did not speak.
Lin Wanrong winked at Old Dong, but Old Dong was indifferent, not knowing what he was thinking.
Lin Wanrong was a little annoyed, Xiao Nizi is ignorant, you are already ignorant at your age. Make me angry and eat your precious girl in one gulp, don't blame me.
It's not that Lin Wanrong is hypocritical, it's because he is still relatively new to this world, and he is not mentally prepared for falling in love, so he can only take his time.
The father and daughter didn't speak, as if they were performing pantomime. After Lin Wanrong wiped the dust off his face, he was about to return it to Dong Qiaoqiao, but it was completely black from the dust, so it was a bit embarrassing to return it to her.
Dong Qiaoqiao smiled indifferently, took the handkerchief from Lin Wanrong's hand and said, "Master, let me do the heavy work."
Seeing her natural demeanor, Lin Wanrong calmed down, and then thought, do I feel a little better about myself? It's so easy for a chick to post back? But this talented man is handsome, unrestrained and suave, and it would be abnormal if there is no chick.
After sketching with carbon black, Lin Wanrong asked Dong Qiaoqiao to take a brush and draw along the sketch marks carefully so that the carbon black would not be wiped off.
This is a meticulous job, even if it is a gourd painting, a slight mistake will destroy the whole picture.
Lin Wanrong hadn't had time to tell Dong Qiaoqiao that he, a half-talented talent, didn't know how to use a brush at all, but Dong Qiaoqiao was well-behaved and clever. Although he didn't understand why Lin Wanrong didn't use a brush, he didn't ask.
She carefully drew the portrait, her little face was covered with sweat, and she was afraid that Lin Wanrong's original portrait would be destroyed by accident.
Lin Wanrong felt a faint touch in his heart. Their father and daughter's unconditional trust in him made Lin Wanrong feel a little warm. He really didn't understand the era he lived in. Those bastards who made cages to cheat the old lady's pension money, did they Did he grow up eating shit
Dong Qiaoqiao finally copied all the portraits. Lin Wanrong had nothing to say about her skillful hands. Even the roundness of the strokes was the same as what Lin Wanrong painted.
Lin Wanrong shook his head and said with emotion: "Qiaoqiao, you must not marry someone else as a wife, otherwise where would I find such a skillful hand like you."
Lin Wanrong became familiar with her, so she even omitted the word "Miss", and just called her Qiaoqiao. She is what she is, a good girl, what is her name "Miss".
After Lin Wanrong finished speaking, she laughed arrogantly a few times, and Dong Qiaoqiao ran out with a blushing face, probably not understanding why Lin Wanrong, a flirtatious talent, suddenly became so vulgar.
Hehe, Xiao Nizi gave me a handkerchief which surprised me, and I will also fertilize you once. I am so shameless, what can you do to me? Lin Wanrong smiled arrogantly.
After sorting out the manual, it was already noon, and the manuscript was handed over to Lao Dong to find a printing company and hurry up to make a photocopy.
Lin Wanrong knew that the current photocopying technology was backward, but fortunately this booklet did not have many pages, and working overtime this afternoon and evening, it was not bad to be able to produce 500 copies.
Old Dong has lived in this city for many years. He has a flexible mind and a wide network of contacts. This is what Lin Wanrong values him.
Old Dong was about to go out to make photocopies with the manuscript, when Lin Wanrong suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly stopped him and said, "Uncle Dong, I have to tell the printing house about this matter, and we must keep it secret. Especially this manuscript is extremely precious. If it is printed in the hands of others, it is very easy to imitate, so you must be careful. The manuscript must be returned in time."
Lin Wanrong has already promised the old director a huge profit, and there is no intellectual property protection these days. If it is really pirated, he will really lose everything and ask him to complain about injustice. In my time, even with intellectual property protection, it was not the same as piracy everywhere. So he has to repeatedly tell Old Dong to keep it secret.
The dinner was settled at the old Dong's house. Lin Wanrong was a loner, and there was only a cold stove when he went back, so it was better to chat with their father and daughter. Dong Qingshan also came back, with a look of excitement on his face, it was obvious that he had achieved initial results.
Dong Qiaoqiao really verified the name of Qiaoqiao once again, although it is a simple meal, it is extremely delicious. Seeing that Lin Wanrong almost swallowed her tongue into her stomach, Dong Qiaoqiao covered her lips and smiled lightly, her beautiful and simple appearance gave off a faint warm feeling.
After dinner, I accompanied Old Dong to the printing shop, and it turned out that money can turn ghosts around. Under Xu Yi's lure of twice the original price, more than 20 skilled workers in the printing house started working overnight, and the boss patted Chest promises that five hundred books must be driven out before dawn.
The technique of printing here is still very old. The original manuscript is first rubbed onto kraft paper, and then ink is applied to the paper through the kraft paper. After the handwriting dries, it is bound into a book. The effect is not good, but the portrait and handwriting are still very clear.
This kind of manual workshop can produce 500 copies in one afternoon and one night, which is indeed the limit.