Gu Bai returned home, rubbed his belly that was starving after running outside for a day, took some pork from the refrigerator to thaw, and then took out green peppers, garlic, and cabbage.
Stir-fried Chinese cabbage and green peppers.
Cook another half cup of rice.
Gu Bai was in a very happy mood.
The vegetables in the refrigerator are all juicy, and they taste completely different from the vegetables that come out of the greenhouse.
Gu Bai was in charge of his own meals when he was a child, and he was still a little aware of his craftsmanship. Whether it was the ingredients were good or his own craftsmanship had improved, Gu Bai was very clear.
Gu Bai thought of the butter he just saw in the fresh-keeping layer, and glanced at the Chinese and Western kitchen utensils in the kitchen. After thinking about it, he decided to make a few packets of cookies and bring them to the seniors tomorrow.
Gu Bai also thought of the murderous boss he had just met.
His expression today seemed much calmer than last time, at least it didn't make Gu Bai feel intimidated.
After peeling off the frightened layer of skin, Gu Bai vaguely felt that he should have seen this face somewhere.
He must not know that person, Gu Bai recalled while washing vegetables.
There are not many channels for him to understand the outside world. Gu Bai thought that he had seen it through media channels.
After washing the cabbage, Gu Bai pinched off the green pepper stems, glanced at the meat that had not been thawed, thought about it, and wiped his hands, took out the phone and opened it.
Zhai Liangjun was the one who told him the name of this boss. Although he didn't know which three words it was, if it was a boss, he might be able to find it through a fuzzy search.
As a result, Gu Bai didn't use fuzzy search, but there was an associated name in the input method.
Si Yiming.
The top financial industry in the country.
In the testable resume, this gentleman made his fortune by gambling stones, and after having the first pot of gold, his value rose geometrically at a strange speed.
He is a legend of venture capital in the domestic financial industry. In the venture capital industry where people make mistakes and occasionally stumble, the investment projects of this big man are all smooth sailing.
There are rumors in the rivers and lakes that this big guy was walking on the road and picked up a dollar of steel and threw it out, and he could return a million dollars when he turned around!
There are rumors in the rivers and lakes that this big guy buys stocks and buys one daily limit.
There are also rumors...
Gu Bai: "..."
Hmm... It's better to hand it over to the police uncle if you find the steel shovel.
No, no matter what, he looks like a really powerful person.
After reading Qiandu's profile, Gu Bai put down the phone with a sense of reverence.
Awesome, he thought.
Gu Bai's lifelong dream is to get money while lying at home, to buy whatever he wants, and to concentrate on painting without worrying about money.
Next time, if there is a chance, maybe you can ask the big guy which stock to buy.
Thinking of this, Gu Bai flashed the knife in his mind when he first met, and the courage he had raised because of the temptation of money disappeared instantly.
Still don't dream.
Gu Bai thought.
It's better to concentrate on painting and selling for money. Now that you have a house, you don't need to consider living expenses. Selling a painting is pure profit!
Gu Bai patted his face, turned his head and took out the thawed meat in the water and put it on the chopping board.
Gu Bai was cooking happily, and Huang Yining was going to be scared to death.
It's true that she has a small temper and chasing the vixen all day long, and she made the whole building up and down to be obedient, but it doesn't mean that she dares to confront this big guy.
After all, this big guy doesn't care about things on weekdays, and when he is in charge, he is responsible.
Fighting is a common thing in monsters, as long as it doesn't touch him the last time, this one has always been too lazy to care.
It wasn't a big deal when it was touched on his head, that is, he was beaten three-quarters to death just like yesterday.
Maybe the big guy from labor came to the door...
Huang Yining thought hard, but couldn't think of what he had done recently.
Si Yiming stood at the door, and did not intend to go in. Facing the increasingly delicate and beautiful woman in front of him, his tone was calm and unwavering: "You have changed your skin."
"Ah." Huang Yining was stunned for two seconds, then answered dryly.
Painted ghosts are very ferocious ghosts, especially Huang Yining, who has lived to this day. He can bring disaster to the host's house when he enters other people's houses, and always has to break something to save the host's family.
And painting skins for skins is to find someone to take skins for dead ghosts.
Si Yiming remembered that the painting skin had been rehabilitated for nearly three hundred years. She had lived here since the settlement of Jiuzhou Shanhai, and she never changed her skin.
So Si Yiming changed his question: "Did you kill someone?"
After hearing this, Huang Yining breathed a sigh of relief: "No."
Si Yiming looked at Huang Yining for a while, then nodded, without looking into it.
The times are progressing, and it is normal for monsters to adapt to this ever-changing era, and they must also follow the progress and develop some new spells and survival methods.
For example, those cats and dogs especially like to become prototypes and infiltrate human society, find good-hearted people as owners, and help others to protect their homes and houses, so as to survive.
The monsters don't even ask about their race without authorization. After all, some monsters cultivated from rare and exotic beasts are like Tang monk meat, and they may be eaten by other monsters.
No one would give them away as food, and they could live in a settlement where such big monsters were born in large numbers, and few were stupid.
Of course, there are also people like Huang Yining who have no scruples because of their strength and fierceness, and Zhai Liangjun who will seduce people and monsters because of his good face.
Also, a divine beast like Si Yiming can hold down a group of big monsters without hesitation at all.
Si Yiming was ready to leave when he got the answer.
He tilted his head, just turned around, and glanced at the thirty or so paintings that Huang Yining had placed at the entrance.
The big guy paused and pointed to the paintings: "These?"
Then the big guy who came empty-handed had more than 30 paintings in his hands.
When passing by Room 666, he thoughtfully paused for half a breath, looked down at the painting in his arms, and walked back home.
After Gu Bai finished eating, he baked a few more plates of cookies, and after taking a shower, he was ready to sleep.
When they assembled the next day, the cookies made by Gu Bai were warmly welcomed by a group of people.
It's nothing else, because few of these freelance painters who are free to engage in the art industry have a regular life and rest.
Among the nine people, only Gu Bai and Professor Gao came after breakfast.
The others… thank goodness for not being late, according to themselves.
Gu Bai was carrying a backpack, still holding a notebook, and following behind the buttocks of the seniors who were eating cookies while pondering against the first wall, he drew a sketch map according to the design they said.
Next to him, a shaggy-looking senior who had stayed up all night came over and pointed to the draft in the upper right corner of Gu Bai with a yawn: "The lines here are not like this, your arc will not be able to connect to the first corner. Content."
Gu Bai was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look at each other.
"But it's not impossible for you to design this way." He said, "But in this case, the whole second wall has to be changed."
Gu Bai looked down at his manuscript, a little embarrassed: "Senior, I'm just trying to draw it."
"Just call senior brother." The man waved his hand, "We are also students of Professor Gao."
Gu Bai is fluent in kindness: "Senior brother!"
Someone's one-on-one targeted teaching and pointing out the wrong design points is completely different from listening beside others and groping for yourself.
This senior brother, who always looked like he was about to fall asleep, followed Gu Bai for two hours. Two hours later, another fat senior brother came over. At the end of the morning, Gu Bai sat next to him again. The tall and thin senior brother looked at the design drawings recorded in his notebook with great interest.
No matter how stupid Gu Bai was, he knew that these senior brothers were teaching him on purpose.
Holding the lunch box, he looked at his senior brother, who was flipping through his notebook while he was cooking. He was a little nervous, but his nose was sore.
The senior brother, whose eyelids were about to close, came over and asked Gu Bai, "The professor told you to participate in this exhibition, has the design been finalized yet?"
"Not yet." Gu Bai shook his head, then looked at the surrounding senior brothers with a smile on his face, "But I have some ideas."
When a group of people around heard this, they immediately gathered around with bento boxes in high spirits, and you gave me suggestions for design ideas.
They know this junior and senior, mostly through Professor Gao's retelling.
Poor, hard-working, talented, introverted and not sociable, but very obedient and well-behaved, and very good at taking care of people.
Yesterday was enough for this group of people to clearly understand what kind of character Gu Bai was.
After being a little tail behind their buttocks for a day, in addition to their active talk, Gu Bai can count the number of times Gu Bai took the initiative to express himself.
A few seniors who are seniors together, this is not good, how can someone be left behind in teamwork
So today, they began to take turns squatting next to Gu Bai to gain a sense of presence.
One by one, they are familiar with each other, and with the most basic communication foundation, it is very smooth to join the group after that.
as it is now.
A group of people gathered around to exchange design experience and creative skills. Taking advantage of the time for Gu Bai to open a small class, a group of people discussed heatedly.
Professor Gao sat next to them and looked at them with a smile, without interrupting.
Everyone has different habits and methods when it comes to designing and painting.
The advice given by the senior brothers is not all applicable to Gu Bai, but Gu Bai has always been good at taking the right seat.
Which suggestions worked well for him, and he wrote down those methods one by one.
Their harvest for the whole day is to decide on the design of the first wall and the sketch of the second wall.
Everyone is used to this kind of efficiency. Anyway, there is still more than half a month before the official start of construction, which is enough for them to complete the design and draw the draft.
On the way out of the Art Expo Center, Professor Gao found the news that Gu Bai lowered his head and searched the computer.
"You want to buy a computer?" he asked.
"Yes." Gu Bai nodded, "I don't know which one to buy."
As soon as he finished speaking, Professor Gao gave Gu Bai to a senior brother.
"He understands, let him take you to buy it." Professor Gao said.
Gu Bai nodded, ignorantly followed his senior brother to the Electric City and spent 8,000 to buy a relatively cost-effective media-type work notebook.
Gu Bai was sitting on the sofa at home, looking at the newly bought computer, he couldn't help smirking twice.
That's what teamwork feels like.
Gu Bai thought of the kindness he had received today, and then thought of the last senior in the electrical city who was babbling about the computer model, configuration, brand, etc., which he did not understand.
He couldn't help but giggled twice again, fell on the sofa, kicked his legs happily, then turned over and got up, pulling his slippers and clambering up to the large studio on the second floor.
After getting along with the teachers and brothers today, he finally had a little inspiration for the theme of inheritance.
Art comes from life.
Inheriting this theme may not require such a high-end picture.
Passed down from generation to generation, the most simple and common teaching is inheritance.
Gu Bai spent three hours drafting four design drafts, rolled them up, and prepared to show them to the teachers and brothers tomorrow to get some opinions.
He had just put away the design draft and was about to go downstairs to cook when the doorbell rang.
Gu Bai was stunned for a while, then ran to the door and glanced at the cat's eye, startled.
The person standing outside the door is the super fierce boss who was specially told by Mr. Zhai not to mess with him.
The author has something to say: Gu Bai: I dare not open this door.
Si Yiming:…