I Just Want To Deliver a Normal Takeaway

"No, I just paint as I want, and if I can paint, I can pack it together at that time."

"That's it, then you can please."

After painting for about two hours, Yang Nai is finally about to finish it, and Chen Feng here said that he paints casually, but who knows that the more he paints, the more serious he is, now a thin layer of sweat is coming out of his head.

Yang Nai was about to finish the work a little bit earlier than Chen Feng. Yang Nai painted a cherry blossom tree with her name and production date signed below. Although it looks flawed, it is also the result of her hard work.

Although this gift has not been given out yet, she is very satisfied!

The finished Yang Nai stretched her waist and kept sitting here to paint. She could only stand up when she got up to take the sand, and her waist was hardened a lot.

What is Xiaofeng painting?

From the very beginning when he started painting by himself, Xiaofeng took the drawing board and went to draw sand paintings by himself. Could it be that Xiaofeng had been exposed to similar things before? Don't say it's really possible.

From Chen Feng’s body, Yang Nai always learned all kinds of mysteries, from the initial car accident to the one day’s recovery from fractures, and later he may see ghosts, know how to blast, and finally even hold a handful of Beretta that he doesn’t know where he came from. 92f Save yourself...

She leaned over with some curiosity, and the boss who had been guiding her to paint sand paintings was also a little curious. The two came behind Chen Feng and were taken aback.

What is drawn on those two square meters of sand painting?

ruins? Armored vehicle? Soldier with a gun? The grenade rolling on the ground...

Chapter 77: You must find an excuse to give things. This is the principle.

This is clearly a picture of the battlefield where modern infantry is engaged, and it has all been drawn for Chen Feng. He painted very seriously, and the sand he wanted to use had already been installed in advance, and he didn't even notice that there were two more people beside him.

It would be better to say that Chen Feng either simply didn't do it, or he did it very seriously. There are almost only two possibilities.

After half an hour, when the last layer of sand was finished, Chen Feng suddenly got up.

"Ah, I finally finished drawing...huh? When did you two come here?"

Unless it is in danger, it is difficult for Chen Feng to concentrate on noticing what is happening around him, and there is nothing dangerous for these two guys to stand behind them and look at their paintings, so they are naturally ignored by Chen Feng. NS.

He has always been confident in himself. Seeing the two of them looking at the painting, Chen Feng rarely boasted.

"Well, my hands-on ability is really okay, right?"

After reading what Chen Feng drew, the boss suddenly felt that he was hit on the ground...

The glue used to make the sand painting is specially made, so it solidifies very fast. In about ten minutes, the glue is completely integrated with the sand, and a sand painting that can be put into a photo frame is made like this.

As a commemoration of his first hand-painting of sand paintings, Chen Feng also paid for the boss to bind the sand paintings he drew.

Because Chen Feng used the largest picture frame in this store, the boss also made a picture frame in the warehouse and put it on Chen Feng's unique sand painting.

It can only be said that this kind of more experiential handmade craftsmanship, even if the purchaser does it himself, the price is only high. A 2 square meter sand painting of Chen Feng, plus the materials he consumes, etc., cost For nearly 40,000 yen, Yang Nai also had the boss personally instructed and assisted in debugging. It was obviously only a quarter of Chen Feng's sand paintings, but the price was twice as high as Chen Feng's.

But looking at her, I didn’t feel a loss. On the contrary, Chen Feng could understand this. Just like when he was a mercenary, a single small business could get $100,000 per person, the bigger one. A single person can even get nearly one million dollars. Although a large part of the money will be spent on alcohol, drugs or purchasing equipment, there is still a lot left. The money they consume every day is not even the average middle class. Class people can imagine.

Even when Chen Feng finally came to organize a certain area as the leader of the organization, the money in his hand belonged to the kind of situation that could not be spent. In a sense, he seemed to be a capitalist too?

After all, the means of production, that is, a group of mercenaries who are selling their lives, are in his hands. When necessary, he can even cooperate with certain countries that have other attempts to completely change the regime in a certain area.

He hates playing politics, because the way of sending signals to each other in politics is too obscure, and if the interpretation is wrong, it will cause a huge disaster.

But he doesn't want to be a mercenary anymore. The long life of a mercenary will make a person numb and crazy. He has had enough of this pain, and he has no reason to do that kind of thing now. It was a last resort. Now that I have other ways out, why choose the old way that once caused me nothing?

Take a good delivery and study economics, accounting, architecture, computer programming in your spare time...Isn't it very happy?

I have survived the hard days, and I have enjoyed the days of abundance. Actually, in a sense, I am really strong in adapting to the environment.

Probably, this is the will.

There is no unwillingness to'efforts of several generations, why lose to Han Chuang's hard study', nor the pride and complacency of'Han Chuang's hard study for more than ten years, all the way to the master's.' So much emotion...

As long as there are many skills in his hand, he can live comfortably at any time and in any environment. This is Chen Feng's philosophy. Otherwise, why would he learn so much?

The paintings are packaged very exquisitely. At least doing business should make customers feel that it is worth the price. After getting two sand paintings drawn by Chen Feng and Yang Nai respectively, the two left the house amid the farewells of the boss and his daughter. shop.

"gone back?"

Chen Feng asked.

"No, it's still early now~" Yang Nai rolled up his sleeves, shook the blue bow tie between the collar, and moved the ladies watch on the delicate wrist in front of Chen Feng, "It's only three o'clock in the afternoon. Bell."

"What are you going to do?"

Chen Feng has never caught a cold about shopping. He planned what he wanted to buy long before he left the house. He even investigated where it was sold. He planned a shortest route and could buy it all the way. There was no need at all. So troublesome.

He didn't understand why so many girls like to drag their friends to hang out aimlessly on the street or in the mall, tired and inefficient, right?

"There are so many things we can do. Come on, let's put things in the car and take you around later."

Yang Nai said with a smile.

"Is the shopping mall that sells things that interesting..." Chen Feng sighed. "Walking around is not just for eating, wearing, wearing, and playing, you can never get away from these things."

"Yes, shopping in the mall has never been so interesting."

"Then go shopping for a mallet."

"It's interesting to go shopping with others. Come on, your painting is really big enough. I guess the trunk can't fit in. I'll send it to you directly."

"I feel that the size of my house is inappropriate for hanging this stuff."

Chen Feng held the painting with both hands, always feeling like a porter, but these words made Yang Nai puzzled.

"Huh? I thought you wanted to hang it at home."

"No." Chen Feng shook his head, "I just did it on a whim, and then I paid for it."

"It's really an impulsive consumption."

Chen Feng's complexion was rather bitter.

"If it's a great job, I might give it away, but it's the first time I made a sand painting. It feels like there are too many flaws and the composition isn't fine enough."

"Oh, is that so? Why don't you give it to me!"

"I'll give it to you if you want it. Anyway, it's piled up in the corner of my house and there is no place to hang it."

"Really give it to me?"

Yang Nai looked at Chen Feng in shock.

"Yes, I sent you off." Chen Feng looked up for a moment and asked, "When is your birthday?"