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Chapter 150: Making Dough Sculptures for the Second Time

"I'm so bored at home. Let's go out for a walk. It's the Chinese New Year. Let's see if we can meet any acquaintances to chat with. Look, I'll meet you right now."

"That makes sense."

It was indeed a bit boring at home, so Han Qi made dough sculptures just to pass the time.

"Then will you go to this class reunion? It will be tomorrow night."

"No, they asked me some time ago and they don't want to go."

"That's okay too."

There are many class reunions during this period. In addition to class reunions, there are also people from out of town who come back to have a small gathering with friends, so restaurants and supermarkets everywhere are full of people at night, especially KTV, which is the only entertainment in town.

It's hard to book a room.

The two separated at the entrance of the supermarket. Luo Chunlan looked at Han Qi's back as he walked into the supermarket and turned back with a sigh. She dressed up so beautifully and went out just to meet the right man by chance, because it was too hard to raise a child alone, and she herself was only talented.

Only 21 years old.

However, she also knew that Han Qi could not possibly like her, so she really regarded this chance encounter as a reunion of old friends.

Han Qi stopped wandering around after selling something. When Luo Chunlan reminded him, Han Qi also found that it was a bit dangerous for him to go out now. He originally thought that there were many people in big cities and it was dangerous, but he didn't expect that there were fewer people in his hometown, but it was more dangerous.

If everyone knew me, I would still be wandering the streets alone.

If someone calls him out, Jubi will also end up being besieged.

If you are scared, just stay at home.

After returning home with a bunch of things, her father still went to work. Zheng Hongmei took the things Han Qi was carrying and asked, "Why did you buy so many cigarettes and alcohol? We have them all at home."

"I give others what they send to me. The box at home is what we sent last year. I saw it at home last time when I came back. I was really impressed...and I can't tell if it's real or fake. These two bottles of Maotai

In a few days, we will open one bottle to drink for ourselves, and the other bottle will be given to my father-in-law and the others."

In Han Qi's family, grandpa means grandpa.

Han Qi's grandparents died early, but his grandparents are still alive and living with his uncle.

"What a waste."

"..."

Speechless.

I have made so much money this year, but I haven’t used much yet.

In a few days, I will settle the rewards from this trip and see if I can develop two more skills that can make money. I will earn tens of millions or hundreds of millions next year, buy a villa, and then buy myself another one with better performance.

Sports car.

Gee, that’s called life.

But just think about it this way, earning 100 million a year is too scary. Han Qi has not yet thought of any profession that can earn so much.

Han Qi never thought about earning 2.08 million a day.

I found noodles in the kitchen, added preservatives, and then went to my room to get some paint.

Zheng Hongmei was a little curious when she saw Han Qi busy with his business. She stopped watching TV and walked into the kitchen. At first, she thought it was interesting to watch Han Qi kneading dough. Her son could cook now... Then she saw Han Qi.

There are some weird things in it.

"What are you doing? Can you eat it like this?"

"Of course you can't eat it."

"Then what are you doing? It's colorful."

Fortunately, Han Qi didn't use too much noodles, otherwise Zheng Hongmei would definitely not have talked about the color, but would have said something about waste.

Han Qi felt his nose was a little itchy, so he rubbed it, leaving a white mark on the bridge of his nose, and said confidently: "Just take a look, this is a new skill I learned after I went out, and I will definitely not let you down.

"

Since upgrading the painting, there seems to be some kind of chemical reaction with the skill of face sculpting.

In the past, all the dough sculptures Han Qi could make were things handed down from ancient times, such as the Four Heavenly Kings, Zhong Kui, the Queen Mother, the Jade Emperor, etc. But now Han Qi feels that he can make anything.

Although it has not been tested yet, Han Qi can simulate the process in his mind.

After getting ready, Han Qi took the things into his room, turned on the light in front of the desk, and pushed his curious mother out.

"Oh, what on earth are you doing? Let me see."

"Watch it for a while."

Because the amount of work was relatively large, Han Qi himself didn’t know how much he had to do. Han Qi thought it would take at least two hours. Moreover, Han Qi always felt inconvenient or embarrassed when someone watched him work.

When the room became quiet, Han Qi took a deep breath and sat solemnly at the desk.

Just after kneading a small ball and inserting it on the bamboo skewer, the phone rang. Han Qi could only put down what he was doing and answer the phone first.

"Who?"

"I, Wang Zheng, Xiaoqi, have you gone home?"

"Oh, I arrived at home yesterday. Brother Zheng, why did you call me?"

Wang Zheng said: "There are a few things. Let me tell you one by one. There is a TV series that wants to use your song as the theme song. It's that thought. How much do you think the copyright fee is appropriate?"

"I don't understand either." Han Qi thought for a while and asked Wang Zheng directly, "You should help me talk about music. I know little about this aspect and can only sing... There are such people on the market who can

How much money did you receive?”

"Three to four hundred thousand, after all, you are also a newcomer in the entertainment industry."

"Okay." Han Qi looked at the bamboo stick still in his hand and said, "Is there anything else? If nothing happens, I'll hang up."

Wang Zheng hurriedly said: "Yes, yes! Don't hang up the phone yet. There are many foreigners leaving messages on your Weibo. I hope you can add subtitles to the vlog videos you have uploaded and upload them to YouTube. Let's see about this."

What do you think? I suggest you do it."

Han Qi thought for a while, nodded and said, "Okay, the contract I signed with Station B is domestic exclusive, and there is no problem in publishing it externally."

"Well, then you can make up your own mind. I'll go talk to the director... Also, do you have any new songs this time you go out?"

"..." Han Qi said, "There are some, but I don't plan to post that song on the Internet. I gave it to others... If you want the song, it will take a few days, and we will wait until after the New Year. Brother Zheng, this

It’s almost the Chinese New Year, so you should take a good rest, I’m not in such a hurry to make money, I have something to do now.”

Hearing these words, Wang Zheng's hot heart froze.

Are you bothering you while you are busy with me?

He took off his phone and looked at the beeping notification, sighing.

Geniuses are really hard to take care of.

But it was impossible to let him rest. Wang Zheng pinned his dream of becoming a big singer on Han Qi, so even if Han Qi himself was not very motivated, Wang Zheng would try his best to push Han Qi to the public.

After hanging up the phone, Han Qi began to work on dough sculptures.

To commemorate, Han Qi turned on the video on his phone and placed it in front of the table, then kneaded the main body of the dough sculpture on a bamboo stick again.

This is not the first time he has made dough sculptures. He has tried it once at home before. But that time he made it for himself to eat. Although it was lifelike, it was something to be eaten after all. The materials were not as rich as now.

The dragon that comes out also looks simple.

Today Han Qi is not going to make a dragon, but wants to make a character from the anime.

Han Qi quickly pinched the entire body out, but a question arose... If you want to draw details, you need to use some special tools. Should you use bamboo sticks to draw?

But it doesn't seem sharp enough.

After thinking for a while, Han Qi took out his pencil sharpener and went to the kitchen to get a chopstick.

Let's cut a wooden carving knife first.

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