The only trouble is that in everyone’s memory, Fang Xuefeng has never driven an electric scooter.
This made Zhou Xinhua very worried that something might happen if his son took his daughter for a ride.
Fortunately, although Fang Xiaoyue has never driven a scooter, his current physical fitness has improved a bit with the slight manipulation of the basic physical level.
To put it simply, he is not as strong as those strong men who exercise all year round, but at least he is stronger than the average adult.
Coupled with a little bit of agility, driving a scooter is quite easy.
In the mornings of the past few days, after Fang Xiaoyue got up, washed and had dinner, she took her sister to the test center seven kilometers away on a scooter. Then she grabbed a bottle of mineral water and stood guard outside the school gate, her eyes unconsciously wandering around the parents.
There are too many parents like him waiting outside the school gate.
Poor parents in the world, the reason why they stay outside is not because they are worried that something will happen to their daughter or son, and they can find a way to remedy it.
After Fang Xuemei finished her exam, Fang Xiaoyue took her sister home for dinner and continued the cycle in the afternoon.
After two consecutive days, the college entrance examination was over. When Fang Xuemei rushed out of the examination center, she was already the reserved image she had in school. She jumped on Fang Xiaoyue and started to let herself go: "Ma, run as fast as you can, run as fast as you can..."
......drive!"
Fang Xiaoyue, who was so confused, just came back to her senses at this time. Did you treat your brother as a horse to ride?
Is it unbearable?
Fang Xiaoyue immediately caught her sister and beat her violently.
After the two brothers and sisters quarreled for a while, they rode their scooters home.
The next time was for the entire Fang family to help Fang Xuemei estimate her scores and review the process of applying for schools.
Of course, although now you need to wait until the college entrance examination scores are released before you can fill in your application, this does not affect the Fang family from selecting some schools in advance based on Fang Xuemei's estimated scores and making professional preparations.
After finishing all this, Fang Xiaoyue just found time to live broadcast.
But as soon as he started broadcasting, he saw that his number of fans had increased from a thousand to more than 10,000.
I have to say, it feels good to have a few rich people backing me.
By this time, many invitations from trade unions had appeared in his private messages.
Moreover, the conditions for opening these unions are also good, basically a monthly guarantee of 5,000 and a 37% share.
However, Fang Xiaoyue didn't pay attention to these unions. In his opinion, this live broadcast was just a way, and he had no plans to continue the live broadcast for the time being.
Seeing Fang Xiaoyue start broadcasting, Long Yunze, Mo Ruixu, Qian Wenqu and others started to reward Fang Xiaoyue and asked if something happened to Fang Xiaoyue and they could help.
Of course, they didn't always use the Pirate King's warship to clear the way like they did a few days ago.
After all, before the last broadcast, Fang Xiaoyue had already explained that the next two paintings were for Old Man Mo and Qian Wenqu.
But before Fang Xiaoyue could finish the painting, she received a call: "Hello, are you Mr. Fang Xuefeng?"
The voice is very polite.
"Ah, I am, I am Fang Xuefeng."
Fang Xiaoyue was stunned for a moment, and then admitted her identity.
It turned out that this call was from Mr. Mo’s eldest son, Mo Shuyi.
As a person who works in the cultural circle, Mo Xieyi learned from his father that there was a master of traditional Chinese painting in the live broadcast room, so he lurked in.
The live broadcast some time ago and the paintings in his father's hands convinced him that this was really a master.
So he was ready to contact them to see if they could reach a cooperative relationship.
However, due to Fang Xuemei's college entrance examination, Fang Xiaoyue has not been on the live broadcast in the past few days, which makes Mo Xieyi unable to contact him. Finally, after trying some methods, he found Fang Xiaoyue's phone number and called.
I have to say that Mo Yiyi is quite capable. After all, no one in the live broadcast room knew Fang Xiaoyue's name.
Fang Xiaoyue also knows something about this kind of cultural broker.
He had come into contact with it when he came to the previous plane.
Compared with slowly building a reputation on your own, with the help of such a cultural broker, it will undoubtedly be much faster.
So after chatting briefly on the phone, the two parties agreed to meet at a nearby coffee shop after Fang Xiaoyue finished broadcasting.
In order to fulfill the agreement, Fang Xiaoyue accelerated the painting speed and drew a freehand painting for Mr. Mo and Qian Wenqu respectively.
After the broadcast, I went to the courier point to send it out.
Calculating the time, tomorrow, the accounts of Sharya Live Broadcasting Platform will arrive.
Thinking about it, he was still somewhat excited.
After sending the express, Fang Xiaoyue turned around and went to the coffee shop.
The coffee shop is relatively old. When he was still the chairman of the board, Fang Xuefeng would definitely not come here to drink coffee. It would be downgraded.
But now that it's Fang Xiaoyue, she doesn't have any objections to this.
The business of the coffee shop is relatively average. Today's young people either go to the skating rink or to the bar, but very few people come to this kind of coffee shop.
As soon as she entered the gate, Fang Xiaoyue saw a middle-aged man wearing a casual white suit coming up to her.
"Master Fang, please come this way."
The sound matches that of the phone.
Fang Xiaoyue followed the middle-aged man, Mo Xieyi, the eldest son of Old Man Mo, and sat down on a coffee table.
Mo Xianyi first introduced himself and brought out his father as a tool to create a harmonious atmosphere: "My name is Mo Xianyi, and I am the boss of Xianyi Culture Co., Ltd. Well, I am Mo Ruixu, the vice president of S City Academy of Fine Arts.
Father, by the way, his name is Danqing Lighting Moon in your live broadcast room."
After Mo Xieyi said this, Fang Xiaoyue finally understood why this guy introduced his father in a weird way.
It turned out to be one of our own.
"By the way, let me take the liberty to ask, are there any corresponding agencies for Master Fang's works?"
Mo Xianyi asked cautiously.
No way, no care, generally speaking, many people who engage in art, especially well-known painters, have a somewhat aloof character in the eyes of outsiders.
In Mo Shuyi's words, if you accidentally offend the other person, you don't even know how!
In fact, Mo Xieyi's biggest emotion is his father.
Mo Ruixu is generally amiable when facing friends in the painting industry, but when facing other people, his face will be very impatient, as if saying a few words to others will delay his painting time.
Same.
Well, of course, this was mainly due to when Mo Ruixu was young. Now that he is older and more tempered, his character has become much better.
But according to Mo Xieyi's judgment, despite his young age, this master still looks relatively stern in the live broadcast room. Even if he thanks for the reward, he seems to be a little careless.
Think about it, for such a young master of traditional Chinese painting, the live broadcast is just to promote the art of traditional Chinese painting. Can he really do it to make money?