The cruel rejection without any hesitation hit An Xiaqing's heart like a final word.
The courage she had finally mustered up was torn into pieces again.
Although she didn't have much hope, she was suddenly filled with disappointment.
"I'm really sorry for making such a presumptuous request." An Xiaqing politely smiled and apologized.
"However, if you are interested in joining an art club, please give priority to our hand-painted illustration club."
Guan Lang stared at An Xiaqing in front of him for a while and suddenly asked.
"Are you the president of the current hand-drawn illustration club?"
"Uh, yes." The other party asked so suddenly that An Xiaqing couldn't figure out what he wanted to express.
"Then you are the school girl. No wonder I haven't seen you before." Guan Lang said with a smile.
before?
What before?
An Xiaqing watched Guan Lang and the two disappear at the end of the corridor, and was confused by what Guan Lang had just said.
Because of the time spent thinking, I also missed the opportunity to stop Guan Lang and ask him about the matter.
The morning of the second day of the Arts and Culture Festival.
Today is the last day of the event, and there are obviously more people here than yesterday.
Guan and Lang got up early in the morning and started working.
The two girls who were at the amusement stall next door to them yesterday did not know whether they were not doing it today or were looking for other venues, so they did not appear next door.
Gao Qianhe seemed to have regained his energy after yesterday's rest.
Sitting on a wooden stool and watching Guan Lang stirring a pot of beef offal with a big iron spoon, Gao Qianhe asked excitedly.
"Tell me, how much money can we make in these two days?"
Guan Lang was busy without raising his head: "Do you still care about this little money? Your father gives you five figures for living expenses every month, right?"
"This is different. It's boring to spend family money. You can spend the money you earn with peace of mind."
"Tsk, tsk, you are right, but I haven't seen you take less of the living expenses your father gives you." Guan Lang condemned the hypocritical Gao Qianhe.
Starting around eight o'clock, the business at the beef offal stall started to get busy.
"A medium bowl of beef offal with radish, no radish."
"A large bowl of beef brisket, sprinkle some Sichuan peppercorns, and add a spoonful of vinegar."
After working together all morning yesterday, the two of them became proficient in cooperating with each other.
One person scoops the food, and the other person is responsible for bagging it.
Time passed slowly, just as Guan Lang mechanically repeated the work of receiving and packing boxes.
A somewhat surprising sound reached his ears.
"Guan Lang, are you setting up a stall too?" The man's voice was rich and old-fashioned with a touch of gentleness: "It's also a good thing to participate in more school activities."
Guan Lang looked up and saw a familiar middle-aged man with Chinese characters.
"Ah, good morning, Teacher Zheng." Guan Lang greeted with a smile.
"Teacher, what do you want to eat? I'll treat you."
"Haha, if you bribe me now, I won't lower the rating requirements when the time comes to review the pictures." Teacher Zheng joked.
"I'd better pay for it myself. It's a big bowl of beef offal. I didn't expect you to be so good at it. It smells pretty good."
"Well, if I don't do architecture in the future, I will become a cook and open a shop." Guan Lang also joked.
Perhaps because he was not in class, the normally stern Teacher Zheng also put away his usual seriousness and put on a rare smile.
Guan Lang felt a little flattered.
Although Guan Lang wanted to treat the guests, Teacher Zheng insisted on scanning the QR code on WeChat to pay, but in the end the invitation was not accepted.
"Remember to deepen the plan. Next week I will see the four general drawings of A1." Before leaving, Teacher Zheng did not forget to leave a devilish whisper.
Guan Lang could only nod helplessly in agreement.
Gao Qianhe smiled happily at the side: "The fate is really wonderful."
"Sorry, it's sold out." Guan Lang apologized to the customers behind him, hung up the sold-out sign, and then started picking up the boiler and the surrounding garbage.
With the lessons learned from yesterday, the two specially prepared some more ingredients today.
So the items were sold out until almost 12 noon.
The weekly task has been completed. Guan Lang entered the system page in his mind and received the weekly task reward.
"Congratulations on completing the weekly task and receiving the reward: 2 points of cooking proficiency, 3 points of character experience, and 60 days of acquired internal strength."
"Congratulations! Your cooking proficiency meets the upgrade conditions and has been upgraded to level 3 (1/15)."
As the system upgraded, a lot of knowledge about cooking, seasonings, heat, and knife skills suddenly appeared in Guan Lang's mind.
Guan Lang closed his eyes to digest the knowledge and experience that suddenly emerged.
When he opened his eyes again, a smile appeared on his lips.
Level 3 is probably at a watershed level.
Level 2, even if it is very close to Level 3, is still an amateur level. At most, ordinary people can cook reasonably well, but they don’t have a clear understanding of how to season the ingredients and how specific the heat should be.
But after Level 3, he has gained a deeper knowledge and understanding of cooking, and has also learned many processes that he had never understood before and the details that need to be paid attention to when cooking.
If we say that the joke he told Teacher Zheng about going to a restaurant in the future was quite serious, now Guan Lang really has the skills to open a restaurant.
"Guan Lang, what happened? Don't be lazy. Come and help me sweep the floor." Gao Qianhe was cleaning the garbage left by the customers in front of the stall. When he turned around, he saw Guan Lang standing there dumbfounded. "
be lazy".
"Come right away." Guan Lang came back to his senses.
The two people who had finished cleaning up the garbage sat on the stools.
"How much did you collect in the past two days?" Gao Qianhe asked.
"A total of eleven thousand two hundred and forty yuan." Guan Lang looked at the payment on WeChat and said with some surprise.
"How much did you say?" Gao Qianhe was so shocked that he couldn't believe his ears.
"Eleven thousand two hundred and forty." Guan Lang repeated. "But the cost has not been removed yet."
"The cost is less than 3,000 yuan. Damn it, we made 8,000 yuan in two days??" Gao Qianhe said excitedly.
Originally, he really didn't have the purpose of making money, he just wanted to join in the fun, but he didn't expect that such a small business could be so profitable.
Four thousand yuan a day is 120,000 yuan a month.
It's a pity that the cultural festival only lasts for two days, otherwise I could have made more money.
Gao Qianhe even felt a little regretful.
"Guan Lang, how about we go out to set up stalls outside the school on weekends to make money. It's too profitable." Gao Qianhe, who was still excited, suggested.
Guan Lang ignored Gao Qianhe's unrealistic proposal.
This is because the cultural festival has a large flow of people and the time and occasion are very special. If you really go out to be a street vendor, how can you make so much money?
Besides, doing this business is too tiring. He is still a student and has no shortage of money, so he has no energy to make a long-term living.