Chen Banjin held the frame and said in an orderly manner: "The price is easy to say, but the construction period is indeed a bit urgent. Otherwise, we would not have dispatched the two departments as a whole and divided the troops into dozens of ways to find an excellent painter who can be competent for this task."

After hearing what Chen Banjin said, Ding Shuo immediately understood what the other party meant. This was the customer's temporary change of the decoration plan, causing the engineering department and the design department to make a mess at the same time.

Ding Shuo nodded: "How long is the construction period?"

Chen Banjin no longer took turns: "The owner of the villa returns to China in two weeks, and there is only ten days left for painting here."

"Ten days..." The hesitation on Ding Shuo's face flew in a flash, "Time is a little tight. On the premise of ensuring the quality of the picture, if you work overtime, it might be too late."

Ding Shuo's reaction and answer made a hint of praise appear on Chen Banjin's face.

Early this morning, Director He from the design department issued an instruction saying that this customer is very important and even if it is too late, he should try his luck.

So he and his colleagues were busy with this all day long, let alone eating, and didn’t even have time to drink saliva.

He alone visited more than a dozen galleries, consulted five or six painters, and even met a senior teacher from the Longshan Provincial Artists Association. The result was that famous people in the industry could not afford to hire, and those with average skills could not be competent.

And the feeling that Ding Shuo gave him was just right.

How can I describe it? It is to be more stable than those two-half-year-old masters, lower-key than those masters with nostrils, more hesitant than those hesitant and decisive, and more hesitant than those who are too determined.

In short, Chen Banjin saw hope in him and secretly included him on the alternative list.

"I've been chatting for so long, but I still don't know the boss's surname?" Chen Banjin took the initiative to shake hands with Ding Shuo.

"Oh, I don't have the surname Ding, and I have a single name called Shuoguo."

"Boss Ding, if you can cooperate, I wonder if you are going to fight yourself or a painter from the faction?"

"I'm not busy lately, so I can go and draw it myself." Ding Shuo knew what the other party was worried about. In order to dispel the other party's doubts, he continued, "During college, my supervisor was Mr. Zhu Shi."

"Zhu Shi? Is the deaf and mute master who is so brilliant about painting cabbage?" Chen Banjin looked shocked. It is said that Zhu Shi was a farmer and was good at painting various vegetables. The things he drew were not only vivid, but also profound. He didn't have many works, but each of them was meticulously crafted. At first glance, it was a photo. When you look at it again, it was exciting!

When talking about his mentor, Ding Shuo's face became a little more proud: "Yes, it's him."

Chen Banjin swallowed, concealing his inner excitement, and asked without changing his face: "Will you be able to read your works?"

"certainly!"

Ding Shuo found a realistic figure from the warehouse. The character in the painting is a girl who is also painting.

The girl is gentle and elegant, and is concentrating on holding a thread pen, outlining a few broken hairs on the boy's forehead in the painting.

The drawing is very realistic, as if you can touch the girl in the painting with your hand.

In addition to beauty, you can also feel the girl’s thoughts at this moment.

And when Chen Banjin saw it, he recognized that the boy in the painting was Ding Shuo, with an expression on his face, "If the dog is supported to death, no dog food is innocent." He couldn't help but ask, "The girl in the painting is your first love, right?"

Ding Shuo smiled, did not deny or admit it, and said to Chen Banjin: "This is my level, and I may have regressed a little now."

Chen Banjin picked up a color in the wooden box and took a look: "It's already amazing. Let's leave me a phone number. After all, I can't make the decision on this matter alone. I have to go back and meet other colleagues, and finally recommend it to the director."

Ding Shuo nodded and expressed his understanding. After all, large companies have their own rules and regulations and service procedures.

Then he took out his cell phone, dialed Chen Banjin's phone number in the business card, and left a phone number to the other party.

Chen Banjin shook hands with Ding Shuo again, and gave him a heart attack before leaving: "Boss Ding, don't arrange other jobs in the past two days. If nothing unexpected happens, you are the best candidate for this task."

After seeing Chen Banjin off, Ding Shuo threw the painting into the warehouse.

This painting was originally his entry, and I wanted to surprise You Lexuan.

However, time has passed, and only regrets are left.

Today is the weekend, and there are many people coming to the antique street to wander around. In just two hours, Ding Shuo sold three more paintings, and he made a small profit of 800 after the cost.

In the evening, Zhu Daneng rode a tricycle to find him and said that a little rich woman seemed to fall in love with him and he no longer wanted to fight.

Ding Shuo didn't want to hit him, so he asked him to go to a street stall to eat skewers.

After drinking a few bottles of beer, Zhu Daneng became a little floating: "I'll tell you Brother Ding, that little rich woman looks so excited. Every time she goes to her house to collect waste, she invites me to drink. I can feel that her eyes look at me with a bit of malicious intention, goose, goose, goose, goose, goose, goose..."

Ding Shuo opened two more bottles of beer and handed Zhu Daneng a bottle: "Really, fake? What does her husband do?"

Zhu Daneng patted his forehead and thought for a long time: "That little rich woman really said that she seems to be a greening person and often goes out on business trips. Hehehe, she doesn't go home for several months as soon as she goes out..."

"So it's a greening person!" Ding Shuo's face showed a "so that's it" expression. He touched the bottle of wine with Zhu Daneng, "Come on, drink two more bottles, the whole woman of Qinghe belongs to you!"

After another bottle, Zhu Daneng scratched the hair on his chest, narrowed his big eyes, and his tongue was a little uncomfortable: "Go away... go to yours, they are all single... single dogs, no one is laughing at each other!"

Ding Shuo looked melancholy: "Drink wine!"

The beer bottles were piled up with small tables, which attracted the attention of several young men and women on the adjacent table and whispered: "Look at them, that's what you call drinking."

“ZBC!”

Buzzing!

Ding Shuo glanced at his phone.

A line of small words popped up on the screen: "Girl's praise + 3..."

You don’t have to think about it, it’s the credit of the strange girls on the next table.

Ding Shuo lit a cigarette for himself and asked Zhu Daneng: "Do you still drink it?"

Zhu Daneng burped: "Drink, I just drank it all the time, why not drink it?"

Ding Shuo took a sip of cigarette and spitted the smoke on Zhu Daneng's face: "You've drunk too much!"

Zhu Daneng grabbed the breast hair and expressed dissatisfaction: "Geese, goose, goose, goose, brother Ding, what are you kidding? You are all fine, can I... drink too much?"

In this way, Zhu Daneng drank half a bottle, then he slapped on the table and was unconscious. The beer bottle hit a large piece, which scared the girls on the next table.

The girl's reaction immediately aroused the dissatisfaction of several young men at the dinner table and they stood up one after another.

Ding Shuo smiled at the young men: "Sorry, my friend has drunk too much."

Several young men looked at the beer bottle on Ding Shuo's table, and with a glance, they could tell that the two of them had killed more than thirty bottles and did not dare to be too rash.

Especially the four-eyed young man who looked harmless, after drinking so much wine, he was still fine. He must be a cruel person and was quite polite.

The discomfort on the faces of the young men dissipated and they sat down again.

Ding Shuo patted Zhu Daneng's fat face: "Hey~~~ Daneng, wake up, Daneng!"

Seeing that Zhu Daneng couldn't wake him up no matter how he called him, he realized that he seemed to have made a particularly low-level mistake.

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Chapter completed!