Chapter 10

When Qin Yuyao was struggling about whether the monster had that demand, XiMenqing had already been pulled by song Yunwu to the venue of the same exhibition.

In fact, I rented the hall on the first floor of a building, and then separated several areas with tables.

"This scale is at the same level as our kindergarten open day." XiMenqing muttered in his chair. She held a little darling in her arms like a doll.

Song Yunwu gave her a blank look: "why don't you compare the private kindergarten with the one with soup? Don't talk nonsense. I asked you to come here for you to watch? Get up quickly!"

"The sun is too big. I have heatstroke," Simon Qing hugged little Lori in his arms and rubbed. "In this materialistic world, people are irritable. Only little Lori still has a trace of coolness."

Song Yunwu looked up at the cloudy sky outside the door, resisted the impulse to take out the money sword from under his skirt, and read a powerful mantra: "rent."

Simon stood up and put little Laurie on the chair: "I'm suddenly full of energy. Hurry up!"

Because he didn't have much confidence in Ximen Qing's creativity, song Yunwu only printed 50 Tongren books this time. In her expectation, 10 copies of the exhibition will reach the goal, and 20 copies will be a great success.

The remaining 30 books she can give away for various reasons.

However, when the exhibition officially started, she found herself wrong.

She... Is still too naive.

Although the venue of this exhibition is small, many a Zhai came to participate. However, people came and went, and no one stopped in front of their booth!

Simon's feeling doesn't matter. She's wearing a down jacket, sunglasses and mask to suck Laurie there anyway. Song Yunwu was depressed. She wanted to shout a few times, but she really didn't mean to speak.

An hour later, she said to Ximen somewhat frustrated, "am I really not suitable for this business?"

"What do you say?" Simon Qing turned to look at her and found that she was really lost.

"I've been running into a wall all this time. Even if I'm stupid, I should recognize the reality. No matter how beautiful my dream is, the reality will not change. I may not be a cartoonist at all," she said with a sigh. "My only value is probably to go back and inherit my father's tens of billions of family property."

Ximen Qing rolled his eyes. He was so lost in front. Why did you make a sharp turn at last?

"Who says you can't be a cartoonist?" Simon Qing suddenly said, "as the king's RBQ, can you be more confident?"

"What is RBQ?"

"Is that the point? I'll make you more confident now," Ximen Qing pointed to his head. "I think you have a problem with your mind. If no one buys anything, is there a quality problem? The smell of wine is afraid of the deep alley. Look at your sign."

"What's the problem?" Song Yunwu looked at the publicity board he had made all day yesterday, which detailed the types and ideas of this work, and even fabricated three gags and short stories.

"I think it's perfect?"

"Perfect pudding! I'll summarize for you," the four word is "too long to see," and you sign the dog to feed the dog. "Simon loves to make complaints about it.

Song Yunwu felt a little wronged: "but didn't you ask me not to draw those?"

"I told you not to paint without misery. Who told you not to sell meat?" Simon Qing handed her the little Lori in his hand. "Take it and put it on the table to make money."

"That's all right?" Song Yunwu took Xiaoguai suspiciously. It's not a cat. How can we get rich?

Simon Qing said, "if you have time to straighten your chicken nest head, and then take off the glasses at the bottom of the wine bottle, where can you use her?"

Song Yunwu will tie up her hair when she is at home, so it doesn't look like much, but she likes to give out her head as soon as she goes out. The whole head is like black marshmallow. With a thick pair of glasses, no matter how high her appearance will be erased.

Hearing XiMenqing say so, song Yunwu was not happy at that time: "NAH! Say anything else, but if you insult my hairstyle again, believe it or not, I'm anxious with you!"

"All right, let's rent granny beer. It's the best in the world, all right?" XiMenqing doesn't want to tangle with her on the issue of hairstyle.

According to song Yunwu himself, this hairstyle and glasses imitate the cartoonist "Xun wuzha" she most admired when she was a child. It is her inverse scale. Whoever can't say well is in a hurry.

"I'll remember first. If I can't sell it, I'll settle with you." Song Yunwu holds xiaogua and is ready to put her on the table as a fortune cat.

"Come on, shake your right hand."

Xiaoguai stressed: "I, like a pigeon killer, can't recruit money."

"Come on, come on, can't I reduce your rent?" Song Yun danced.

Little darling immediately waved his right hand like a cat for money.

Ten fat houses, nine Lori controls, and the remaining one is a pervert. Such a delicate little Lori was put on the table as a Fortune Cat, which naturally immediately attracted several fat houses passing by.

One of them came forward bravely. In order to cover up his purpose, he specifically asked song Yunwu, "can you see this fellow volunteer?"

"Please look." seeing the first customer coming to the door, song Yunwu was very happy and quickly handed over a book.

Fat house originally wanted to see little Lori secretly for the reason of reading the book. As soon as he opened it, he couldn't help focusing on the painting.

"Eh?" he was stunned. If he was right, this booth should sell the same humanism of "star tyrant"?

"Star tyrant" is also called "star fags" by good people. There are no more than one female role in the book. The only one who can be called a beauty is the female emperor. But what about the two beauties with different styles who suddenly appear in front of him?

Take a closer look, lying in the trough, these two sister papers are "Xihe" and "Wangshu"!

[am I right?] he subconsciously rubbed his eyes. At this time, where can he care about the three-dimensional little Lori? Look at the paper man in front of him, the chest curve, the big long legs, the sexy little lips

He couldn't help turning another page. Sure enough, it was two younger sisters! This time the style is different!

[who designed this dress? Isn't it too sexy? It still has height and circumference... Is this data changed according to the data in the book?]

The more he saw it, the more fascinated he became. Unconsciously, he turned over page 15 and came to the subsequent small theater.

Although the ship women in front are very sexy, they are at best an illustration. After watching the small theater, he suddenly feels that these ship women in front are alive.

It turns out that there can be so much love between warships