I don't know if he was speechless by her words, but there was no movement from Lambowen's side again.
Lin Jing waited for a while, holding the phone and continuing to type in Jiugongge.
Tiantiantiantian: I want one yuan, mainly to sign the contract for the permanent use rights and avoid any disputes in the future. For example, I lost my fandom one day and suddenly stood up and said that I did not authorize this picture. Miracle is in
Stolen pictures.
Tiantiantiantian: If there is no amount, it will be difficult to sign a contract and it will be difficult to have legal effect, so just give me one dollar.
Lan Bowen: Are you sure you're not kidding me?
Classmate Tiantiantiantian: Do you think I am teasing you?
Ran Bowen: Like.
Lin Jing was speechless for a while. Just when he was about to send an ellipsis, a message from Lan Bowen came in: Otherwise, you are a liar.
You are the liar.
Lin Jing wanted to fight back, but in order to draw the portrait for Shengcheng smoothly, she could only endure it.
Even if you are chasing your wife to the crematorium, you must be humble.
Just be humble.
Thinking about it, Lin Jing took a deep breath and started typing with a smile.
Classmate Tiantiantiantian: Dear, I am not a liar, I am a miner.
Classmate Tiantiantiantian: My account exists just for the love of generating electricity. The popularity is also accumulated little by little because of Shengcheng. My original intention is just to give benefits to Shengcheng’s fans, not to rely on Shengcheng to earn money first.
I make money after it becomes popular, so I won’t make a profit if I don’t accept the manuscript, and I don’t want to draw other people except for grand occasions.
…
In the leisure room on the first floor, after reading the private message, Lan Bowen let out a "tsk", raised his head and said to the grand occasion of the World Championship finals between hjc and gdt sitting next to him: "Grand occasion, this painter is quite good.
Suddenly, he blocked me, then suddenly released me, and then he pestered me in various ways to draw pictures for you, for free."
Sheng Cheng's eyes did not leave the TV screen: "Huh?"
Lan Bowen: "It's okay if I don't need any money. I also said that in order to prevent her from losing her fandom and tearing you apart over this matter, I'll break the contract."
Sheng Cheng said "Ah", leaned back, watched the game, and said absently: "You don't need money, but remember to give money. It's not easy for a person to draw a picture with his hands."
"Of course I know this, but this painter's wife really doesn't want money. If you don't believe it, look at this passage. I was moved by what I said." Lan Bowen handed the phone to Shengchang, "My account is
It exists for the love of generating electricity... It is not about relying on grand events to gain popularity first and then make money..."
"And the following paragraph, I just want to keep it pure, so I can't charge money."
"In today's society, there are still people who do not forget their original intentions. It is really rare and valuable. Your fans really love you. I am touched for you..."
Amidst the beeping sound of Lambowen, another message came in on the screen of his mobile phone.
Classmate Tiantiantiantian: Otherwise, I will always feel like I am selling my son.
grand occasion:"……"
Ran Bowen: "..."
On the TV, the team battle was at its most exciting, and the voice of the commentator was extremely exciting.
Sheng Kuang and Lan Bowen stared at the phone screen and were silent for five or six seconds. Lan Bowen cleared his throat and laughed awkwardly: "Your mother's fans are really everywhere."
Sheng Kuang sneered and looked back at the TV.
Lan Bowen couldn't tell what the grand occasion was about: "What do you think? Otherwise, she will paint it?"
Pomp and circumstance: "Whatever."
After hearing what he said, Lan Bowen made his own decision and lowered his head to reply: Okay, I'll trouble you.
…
Lin Jing was satisfied, picked up his iPad, and planned to start work immediately.
Before she put down her phone, she saw a new private message from Ran Bowen.
Lan Bowen: You said you only painted for Shengcheng. I didn’t tell you at the beginning who was the private artist I asked for. Why did you suddenly come back to accept the manuscript? Do you know that what I wanted to paint was Shengcheng?
Lin Jing opened her mouth, thinking that she was about to fall off her horse.
While hinting to herself not to panic, she punched in the newly registered account of Lan Bowen.
This account is following four people. Click on it and look from top to bottom. The first one is her classmate Tiantiantiantian, the second one is cec·scence, which is Chen Jing, the third one is miracle, and the fourth one is
It's Rambo.
According to the order of attention, we need to look at it backwards.
In other words, after Lan Bowen registered this trumpet account, the first thing he paid attention to was himself?
Haha, what a narcissistic man.
Lin Jing took a screenshot and sent it to Ran Bowen.
Classmate Tiantiantiantian: I see that you follow miracle, so I wanted to ask.
Lan Bowen: Then I also follow Lan Bowen and Chen Jing, just in case it’s the two of them.
Classmate Tiantiantiantian: It’s the two of them. I will continue to block you after you finish your appeal.
Ran Bowen:……
…
Lan Bowen glanced at the grand occasion: "Holy crap, did you do it on purpose? Why did you ask me to suddenly talk so much when you had nothing to do? Seeing that Chen Jing and I are being disliked by others, you have a strong presence, don't you?"
Sheng Cheng lowered his eyelids and chuckled, but said nothing.
In fact, he just felt that what the blogger who always drew indecent photos of him said was not true.
While saying that she would only draw him, she removed Lan Bowen from the blacklist without knowing who Lan Bowen asked her to draw.
You might say this blogger is doing it for money, but that’s really not the case.
But just because it's not about money, he thinks too much about it.
The little girl on the third floor is also pretty good at drawing.
Lan Bowen told him that when he was rejected by the blogger, wasn't the little girl on the third floor present?
He admitted that he was very suspicious at that moment, that's why he asked Lambowen to ask.
But in fact, it seems that he is too thoughtful.
The little girl on the third floor painted landscape pictures, with gorgeous colors, and you could tell she had some skills at first glance. The blogger on the Internet painted all inappropriate pictures, which are really irrelevant.
Thinking of this, Sheng Kuang laughed again, feeling that there was something wrong with him and that 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 we keep playing like this, GDT will most likely win the world championship this year. I don't know how arrogant GDT will be by then."
Shengcheng did not answer his words.
In the leisure room, except for the sound of the game on the TV, there was no other sound for a while.
After about twenty minutes, he turned around and said, "By the way, when you were packing your things yesterday, did you say that there were still a few phone cases signed by me?"
"Ah? Yes, there is, what's wrong?" Lan Bowen looked at Shengcheng: "Why do you ask this?"
"Why not." Sheng Cheng watched the game, "Bring me one later."
"What color do you want?"
"..."
Without waiting for the grand occasion to speak, Lan Bowen added: "Just two colors: white and black."
"..." Sheng Cheng stopped the pink word on his lips and remained silent for two seconds, "Let's make it white."