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Chapter 212 Transfer?

"I didn't want to paint, but I just wanted to come and see you. How is the business?"

Yu Xiaowan unceremoniously pulled Zhuolong's little Maza to sit down.

Yu Zhuolong shrugged, and glanced at the people who came and went in a hurry, "You saw it, that's it."

"If you want me to say, you should just go back to your class, lest you can't make money if you are frozen here."

I really don't know what kind of magic is that teacher Yu Zhuolong, who can let his students slip away for so long.

"I don't want to go back. I missed so many classes, and I can't understand it when I go back. It's better to be here. By the way, Xiaowan, my teacher told me that it's the beginning of spring and he tried to help me transfer schools."

"Transfer? On what terms do you transfer?"

Yu Xiaowan had heard of college students transferring to another school, but she really didn't think that Yu Zhuolong had any conditions for transferring. Could it be that this era is different from the later system?
Speaking of transferring schools, Yu Zhuolong's eyes were full of unconcealable smiles.

"I said I was going to find a way. My teacher said, let me practice hard. He tried to help me transfer to the conservatory of music. You know I wanted to go to the conservatory of music at the beginning, but my dad pressed my head and asked me to change it. I have long regretted my volunteering these years, and I will definitely not give up this opportunity this time.”

Yu Xiaowan gave a thumbs up, "I support you, by the way, I'm really curious about your teacher."

"I told you that the teacher is also underappreciated. Seeing that I like music so much, he thinks of himself, so he helps me."

Patting him on the shoulder, Yu Xiaowan stood up and stretched, "Come on, I'm going to be miserable. It seems that I'm going to drink northwest wind for half a year."

Yu Zhuolong glanced at her, "Not necessarily. You are so good at drawing and writing. If you want to make money, then there are opportunities. There is one right now, but I don't know if you are willing."

"Will you agree to it or not? Tell me first."

Yu Xiaowan regained her spirits.

"Now it's the end of the new year. Every family posts pairs during the Chinese New Year. You can write pairs at home and then sell them at a stall. You can sell them in the twelfth lunar month. You can sell them until the Spring Festival. I just don't know your proud temperament. , are you willing to sell a pair?"

Yu Zhuolong thought to himself, she costs ten yuan for a painting, and if she treats her calligraphy as a treasure at that time, and sells a pair for ten or eight yuan, it is estimated that she will not be able to earn this money.

Who knows that Yu Xiaowan clapped his hands, "Really, then I have to get ready right away, and the twelfth lunar month is half a month away. I need to write more, or it will be too late when the stock is out of stock."

Yu Zhuolong: "...Yu Xiaowan, can you still ask for some more face? It's still sold out, isn't it time for you to not open for three days?"

"Pairing is different from painting. If I'm too busy, you can help me. Don't worry, I'll pay you."

No matter how contemptuous Yu Zhuolong looked, Yu Xiaowan patted him on the shoulder again and was about to leave.

It's a good idea, she has to prepare in advance.

Yu Zhuolong was so angry with her that he was so angry that he wanted to hire him as a helper. It would be possible to ask him for help if he made a bunch of pairs and couldn't sell them.

Yu Xiaowan is a go-getter, so she left the underground passage and went directly to the wholesale market to buy red paper, pens and ink.

She didn't touch the 500 yuan that Lu Mu gave her yesterday, and she still has more than 20 yuan to sell the paintings, which is enough.

She didn't want pens and ink, she spent fifteen to buy these two, and the rest of the money was deducted from the fare, and she bought all the red paper.

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