Host, it turns out that painting can make money so quickly, much faster than submitting novels.
A novel submission has to be accepted by the editor of the newspaper before it can be printed and published.
For a new author, the price is two to five dollars per thousand words.
They could only submit 3,000 words a day because the newspaper limited the number of words published each day, so it was only 15 yuan.
Su Qiao was not dazzled by the gold bars in front of him.
There are not art exhibitions every day, and everyone mainly wants to become famous.
Once you become famous, people will come to you to ask you to paint for them, and that's how you can earn income.
"It's not that much. It's only because you just became famous and have never participated in an art exhibition before. Otherwise, it would be more than this price."
Pei Yulou had never lacked money since he was a child, so he had no concept of money at all.
If it were someone else, it would be impossible for them to carry so many gold bars on the road alone. They might even hire a few bodyguards.
"Manman, if you're short of money, I have it here. No matter how much you want, I can find a way to get it for you."
He had never thought that she would be short of money before, but now that he knew it, of course he wanted to help.
Unfortunately, even though he has it, others don’t necessarily need it.
"No need, I have hands and feet, I can earn money myself."
Su Qiao tightened the opening of the bag, went back into the house, and locked the bag in the safe in the corner.
Pei Yulou followed him in: "Manman, tomorrow is my mother's birthday. I want to invite you to attend. Are you free tomorrow night?"
"You invite?"
Oh, she doesn't have the time to bother others.
She had heard about what kind of family the Pei family was and what kind of person Mrs. Pei was.
Pei Yulou quickly said, "No, it's my father who personally sent a message, saying that he wants to invite you to the banquet."
"Let's talk about it later!" Su Qiao was not interested.
Pei Yulou took out a dark red invitation from his pocket and put it on the table: "Manman, I put the invitation on the table for you. You must come. I'll wait for you."
As if afraid that Su Qiao would not agree, Pei Yulou put down the invitation letter and ran away.
Su Qiao picked it up, looked at it, threw it aside, and went into the kitchen.
Fortunately, Du Jingzhou had something to do this morning and was called away by An Jin early in the morning. They agreed to meet on the set later.
Otherwise, there would probably be another commotion.
Su Qiao was not too anxious. He made himself a simple breakfast, painted for a while, wrote a novel for a while, and waited for Wu Ma to come, and they had lunch together.
After that, he slowly went to the crew.
Sure enough, Du Jingzhou did not arrive.
He hurried over at about half past two.
As soon as he arrived, everyone in the crew, from the staff, to the actors, to Director Yu, immediately went into combat mode.
Don't make any mistakes and try to get it right in one go.
"Why are you really kissing me? Do you understand?"
This scene is a scene where the hero and heroine can't help but kiss in the forest, and the result is...
“The dislocation is so fake.”
"Don't you like acting? Be dedicated."
Du Jingzhou hugged her from behind, put his arm around her waist, and smiled with some complacency.
Su Qiao turned slightly and looked up at the guy who took advantage of the opportunity. He was speechless and amused.
"Okay, professionalism, I'll act like this with others in the future."
Du Jingzhou put a little more force on the hand on her waist: "You dare!"
He reached out and touched her beautiful red lips: "No one is allowed to touch you here except me."
"No, I'm not allowed to touch any part of your body."
Director Yu wiped his sweat and shouted awkwardly: "Ahem, Xiaoman, your sense of the camera just now was pretty good, let's just shoot it the same way!"