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Chapter 33 Selling Your Son

I don't know if she was speechless by her words, but there was no movement from Lambowen's side.

Lin Jing waited for a while, then continued to tap on the Jiugong grid with his mobile phone.

Classmate Tiantiantiantian: I want one yuan, mainly to get the permanent use right contract, so as to avoid any disputes in the future, for example, I lost my fan one day, and suddenly stood up and said, I did not authorize this picture, Miracle is in Stealing pictures.

Classmate Tiantiantiantian: If there is no amount, it is not easy to follow the contract, and it is difficult to have legal effect, so just give one yuan.

Lambowen: Are you sure you're not kidding me?
Tiantiantiantian: Do you think I am teasing you?

Rambowen: Like.

Lin Jing was speechless for a while, and just about to send an ellipsis, a message from Lan Bowen came in: Otherwise, you are a liar.

You are the liar.

Lin Jing really wanted to go back, but in order to draw a picture of the grand occasion smoothly, she could only endure it.

They are all chasing their wives to the crematorium, so they must be humble.

Be humble.

Thinking about it, Lin Jing took a deep breath and started typing with a smile on his face.

Classmate Tiantiantiantian: Dear, I am not a liar, I am a miner.

Classmate Tiantiantiantian: My account exists for the love of power generation, and the popularity is accumulated bit by bit because of the grand occasion. My original intention is to give benefits to the fans of the grand occasion, not to rely on the grand occasion to accumulate first. Make money after the popularity, so I don't make money if I don't accept manuscripts, and I don't want to draw others except for the grand occasion.

...

In the leisure room on the first floor, after reading the private message, Lan Bowen gave a "tsk", looked up at the sitting next to him, who was watching the grand occasion of the World Championship final between HJC and GDT, and said: "Grand occasion, this painter is quite interesting. , Didn’t he block me, then let me out suddenly, and then pestered me to draw pictures for you, without asking for money.”

Grand occasion didn't leave the TV screen: "Huh?"

Lan Bowen: "It's fine if you don't need money, and said that in order to prevent her from taking off her fans one day and tearing you up because of this matter, she made a contract."

The grand occasion said "ah", leaned back, watched the game, and said absent-mindedly: "You don't need money, but remember to give money. It's not easy for people to draw a picture."

"Of course I know this, but this painter's wife really doesn't want money. If you don't believe me, you can see that this passage touched everything I said." Lan Bowen handed the phone to the grand occasion, "My account is It exists for the love of generating electricity...not relying on the grand occasion to gain popularity first and then make money..."

"And the next paragraph, I just want to keep this pure, so I can't collect money."

"In today's society, there are still people who don't forget their original aspirations. It's really rare. It's a grand occasion. Your fans really love you. I'm moved for you..."

Amidst the beeping sound of Lambowen, another message came on his phone screen.

Classmate Tiantiantiantian: Otherwise, I always feel like I'm selling out my son.

grand occasion:"……"

Lambowen: "..."

On the TV, the team battle was at its most exciting, and the voice of the commentary was extremely excited.

Sheng Kuan and Lan Bowen stared at the screen of the mobile phone, and they were silent for five or six seconds. Lan Bowen cleared his throat and laughed in embarrassment: "Your mother's fans are really everywhere."

The grand occasion sneered, and his eyes fell back to the TV.

Lan Bowen couldn't tell what the grand occasion was thinking: "What do you think? Otherwise, she will draw it?"

Grand occasion: "Whatever."

Hearing what he said, Lan Bowen made his own decision, bowed his head and replied: "Okay, I'll trouble you then."

...

Satisfied, Lin Jing picked up the iPad and planned to start working immediately.

Before she put down her phone, she saw the new private message from Lambowen.

Lan Bowen: You said that you only draw for grand occasions. I didn't tell you at the beginning, who was the private manuscript I asked, and why did you suddenly come back to accept the manuscript?You know what I'm going to paint is pomp?
Lin Jing opened his mouth, thinking that she was about to fall off the horse.

While hinting to herself not to panic, she poked into Lambowen's newly registered account.

This trumpet has followed four people, click on it, and look from top to bottom, the first is her classmate Tiantiantiantian, the second is CEC·Scence, which is Chen Jing, the third is Miracle, and the fourth is It's Rambowen.

According to the order of concern, that is to look upside down.

In other words, after Lan Bowen registered the trumpet, the first thing he paid attention to was himself?
Oh, what a narcissistic man.

Lin Jing took a screenshot and sent it to Lan Bowen.

Student Tiantiantiantian: I see that you follow Miracle, so I want to ask.

Lan Bowen: Then I also paid attention to Lan Bowen and Chen Jing, what if it was them.

Classmate Tiantiantiantian: It's the two of them, I will continue to block you after you finish your appeal.

Lambowen: ...

...

Lan Bowen glanced at the grand occasion: "Damn it, did you do it on purpose? You have nothing to do, why did you make me suddenly talk about those things behind? Seeing that Chen Jing and I are disgusted by others, you have a sense of presence, don't you?"

Sheng Guang lowered his eyelids and chuckled lightly, but didn't speak.

In fact, he just felt that what the blogger who always drew indecent photos of him did not hold water.

While talking about only drawing him, she released Lan Bowen from the blacklist without knowing who Lan Bowen asked her to draw.

Say this blogger is doing it for money, but it really isn’t.

But because it's not for money, he thinks too much.

The little girl on the third floor is also quite good at painting.

Lan Bowen told him that the little girl on the third floor was there when he was rejected by the blogger.

He admitted that he was very skeptical at that moment, that's why he asked Lambowen to ask.

But in fact, it seems that he is too good at thinking.

The little girl on the third floor painted landscapes with gorgeous colors, and it seemed that she had a solid foundation. The blogger on the Internet drew all unscrupulous pictures, which really didn't make sense.

Thinking of this, Sheng Kuan laughed again, feeling that there was something wrong with him, and he could blame the girl on the third floor for everything.

Lan Bowen: "What are you laughing at? GDT is about to win this game again. If this fight continues, there is a high probability that GDT will be the world champion this year. By then, GDT will not know how arrogant it will be."

The occasion did not answer his words.

In the leisure room, apart from the sound of the game on the TV, there was no other sound for a while.

After about twenty minutes, the grand occasion turned around: "By the way, when you packed your things yesterday, did you say that you still had a few phone cases signed by me?"

"Ah? Yes, yes, what's the matter?" Lan Bowen looked at the grand situation: "Why are you asking this?"

"No reason." Sheng Kuan watched the game, "Get me one later."

"What color do you want?"

"..."

Without waiting for the grand occasion to speak, Lan Bowen said again: "Only white and black."

"..." Shengguan stopped the pink words on his lips, and was silent for two seconds, "It's white."

(End of this chapter)