After nightfall, the antique street gradually became deserted, while the Xingyue Furniture Square opposite it was singing and dancing, making it very lively.

"You are my little mango..."

"What kind of rhythm is the most swaying..."

"Hen, hen, hen, hen, Gugu day, who stole my rice..."

"The eagle flying in the blue sky..."

The music of square dances resounded through every corner of the square, with uniform costumes and dancing with fans; some were tilted towards street dance, and the rhythm of dancing was dazzling; some were placed on the front shoulder, lined up a long row, took two steps, twisted your neck and butt to continue walking, playing with the gluttonous snake version of plants vs. zombies...

The naughty children chased and fought happily, shuttled through the square dance team.

On the road next to the square, there are bright lights and shouts, and there are almost everything you buy. It is one of the most famous night markets in Qinghe.

When they hadn't broken up with You Lexuan before, the two of them often came to visit the night market.

Later, Ding Shuo was too lazy to go out alone.

Ding Shuo slowly parked the car on the side of the road, found a space less than two meters under the street light, and sent a cigarette to the uncle who was selling fried skewers on the side: "Uncle, can I put it here for a while?"

Uncle Fried Skewers with a tiger-backed and bear-waisted waist rejected the cigarette Ding Shuo handed over: "Thank you, I don't smoke, what are you selling?"

He watched Ding Shuo walk out of the luxury car on the side of the road, and thought the other party came to fry the skewers, but he didn't expect that he also came out to set up a stall...

Will the rich second generation experience life?

Ding Shuo held the cigarette he handed over to his mouth: "I will do my skills, I will leave after a while."

"Selling the art?" Uncle Fried Shop was stunned, "Then you put it on, the marshmallow seller didn't set up a stall tonight, and this location is empty."

"Thank you!" After Ding Shuo said thanks, he returned to the car and took down the drawing board stand, pencil, A4 paper, and the uncle who also fryed the skewers borrowed a folding stool and easily built a temporary stall.

But when passers-by passed by his "stall", he ignored his existence and even stopped for a while. Only a very small number of passers-by cast a surprised look.

Is there something wrong?

Ding Shuo stood up and walked back and forth several times in front of his "stall".

Finally found the problem.

So he sat down again on the folding stool, and wrote eight words on an A4 piece of paper with a pencil brush: "Hidden comics, one dollar per person!"

It felt that it was not obvious enough, so he bolded the font with a pencil.

Then he took care of the elder sister who sold socks on the other side and borrowed a cardboard box and tape.

Stick the A4 paper to the side of the paper box, and complete a cash collection box and billboard.

The uncle who fryed the skewers and the older sister who bought socks looked at each other from a distance, and the same smile appeared on her face. She always thought that this was a rich second generation who had just graduated from college and drove a luxury car to experience life.

It was just night, and there were not too many pedestrians on the road. Ding Shuo smiled and said to the uncle and sister with a skewer, "Anyway, I'm idle, so I'll draw one for you, right?"

"No, no, no, my old face is covered in wind and sun all day long, and I don't draw or draw..."

"I don't need it either. I have severe insomnia recently and my complexion is not very good..."

"Don't worry, I won't charge you money. If you don't like it, just turn around and throw it away!" Ding Shuo said disapprovingly, and used a few pencils to outline the general outline of the skewer of the uncle's belly.

He started writing very quickly. While looking up at the uncle who was blowing up, every stroke was flowing without any pause. The force of each stroke was just right, the lines presented were thick and thin, with varying depth, and each stroke was fast and accurate, without any place to be modified.

Rather than saying that he is sketching, he is a walking printer.

The uncle who didn't know how to draw looked at himself gradually appearing on A4 paper, and a hint of unconcealed shock appeared on his face: "Damn..."

The characters in the picture have thick lips and exaggerated smiles, but you can tell that they are yourself with a glance.

The socks sister's eyes were quickly attracted. She didn't know how to draw, but the handsome young man who was concentrating on sketching the skewers was too fast, so she sold two pairs of socks, and the drawing here was almost finished.

This speed made her feel a little wet.

She wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes. Once upon a time, she also had the dream of painting...

"Okay!" Ding Shuo finished his pen and glanced at the pointer on his watch for 47 seconds.

I don’t often draw it, but it’s still more than ten seconds slower than my peak speed.

"Famous +1..."

"Okay, little brother, you have this skill, why do you come to the night market to set up a stall?" Uncle Fried Shop took the hilarious comic handed over by Ding Shuo and was secretly shocked. It turned out that he looked so festive.

"Let me see!" The eldest sister socks came over, looked at the comics and then the uncle frying songs, and nodded with her lips: "It looks, it looks like, big brother, you are so good at drawing it. Come and draw one for me, I'll give you money."

"Famous +1..."

"It doesn't matter whether the money is not money or not, it's mainly because we are destined to be." Ding Shuo said with a smile, took out a piece of A4 paper and put it on the drawing board, and began to paint for the socks elder sister.

With just a few strokes, the appearance of the eldest sister in the socks was outlined.

People who don’t understand paintings may think they are very awesome.

But in the eyes of people who know how to draw, they are even more terrible.

45 seconds!

Ding Shuo shook his slightly sore wrist and handed the drawn comic to the eldest sister in the socks.

"Famous +1..."

"That's amazing, big brother. If I had known you would have come to set up a stall tonight, I would have brought my child here. The painting was so good!"

"Yes, my little brother, with your skills, the uncle will give you a blowjob!" As he said that, the uncle rolled up his sleeves and wanted to work, but Ding Shuo stopped him in time.

This thing is so greasy when you eat it at night!

There were uncles and sisters with socks shouting, and soon passers-by stopped in front of Ding Shuo's "stall". With a try-out attitude, they threw a dollar into the box and sat on the folding stool to put on a casual position.

The butt here has not yet become hot, and the painting has been finished there.

"Famous +1..."

"Famous +1..."

"Famous +10..."

"Famous +1..."

"Wow!"

"Damn!"

"There are malpractices!"

"Boss, you've painted so well. That... can you draw a few more pictures for me? I want to give it to someone!"

In this way, Ding Shuo was busy for nearly an hour and drew about forty or fifty paintings. He wiped the sweat beads on his forehead and felt that his hands and neck were almost broken.

And he didn't know that among the customers he painted just now, there was a big boss worth over 100 million yuan.

At 8 o'clock in the evening, Ding Shuo's stall was surrounded by passers-by.

There were still more than a dozen people queuing up, and the surge in traffic caused several stalls around Ding Shuo to bring business.

The uncle and the sister who fryed the skewers were so happy that they couldn't stop smiling.

Ding Shuo shook his wrist and smiled and said to a little girl in the front of the line: "Little sister, it's your turn..."

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Chapter completed!