After I Died, I Was So Popular Again

Qi Linqing was a little surprised when he saw the numbers displayed on the screen, that Old Man Yan actually gave so much money.

With this money, he can move out of Qi's house independently, without worrying about his livelihood in the short term.

"I'll invite you to dinner next time?" Qi Linqing looked at Zhong Chen, thinking of courtesy.

"Let's talk about it." Zhong Chen yawned and said lazily: "Do you want to withdraw money now?"

Qi Linqing shook his head: "Not for the time being."

Now he still has 70,000 yuan from the sale of the painting, so he is not short of money for the time being.

This huge sum of money given by Mr. Yan should be reserved for financial management as Du Yuanbai said.

"Then go out first, it's too boring here." Zhong Chen pulled out the card and handed it back to him.

Qi Linqing: "Okay."

Zhong Chen opened the door first, pulled his collar, and fanned the wind with his hands.

The two big men squeezed into the narrow space of the ATM machine, it was too hot.

If he stayed a little longer, Zhong Chen felt that he might be deprived of oxygen at any time.

"Hey, is there any ice drink in the McDonald you packed?" he asked.

Qi Linqing noticed the flushing on the other's cheeks, and silently took out a cup of ice milk tea from the plastic bag, inserted it into the straw, and handed it over.

Zhong Chen was so thirsty, he slurped and drank a few times, and finally sucked up the remaining pearls at the bottom of the cup before he threw the paper cup into the trash can contentedly.

He was a little hungry again, and asked Qi Linqing for a bag of French fries and ketchup, which he ate while walking.

The two of them walked out of the silver line to the opposite road and waited for the bus, and they would walk together for a while.

The North District is repairing the subway all the year round.

During this time they had to detour through a long, dark alley.

At this moment, they suddenly heard a scream like a pig from the alley.

Qi Linqing and Zhong Chen looked at each other, speeding up their pace at the same time.

In the dark corner, a few teenagers with colorful hair were punching and kicking around the boys on the ground.

The headed pink hair dangling a cigarette, raised the stick in his hand, and smiled very grimly:

"Bring a hundred dollars when you go out?"

The boy howled while clutching the bleeding wound: "Yes, I'm sorry, Brother Dao... I must bring more next time."

"Your protection fee will go up from next month. A thousand yuan, understand?"

Pink Mao lifted the boy's chin, with a threatening tone.

Looking at the fierce faces of the other punks, the boy only promised: "Okay, okay..."

Hearing the sound of footsteps behind her, Fen Mao said impatiently: "Don't be nosy!"

A certain kid pulled the sleeve of the pink-haired man in horror.

Fenmao stood up, put his hands in his pockets, and turned around casually.

However, in the next second, after seeing the incoming person—

His expression seemed to have been put on a rest, and he suddenly froze on his face.

"Brother Zhong, Zhong?" His voice trembled as if he had Paskin's disease.

Zhong Chen did not expect that he would still encounter school violence here. He thought twice, and hurriedly hid the French fries behind him.

The original owner is the head of the bad boy in this area, and he can run into this for three or two days after he walked through.

After that, Zhong Chen got used to it.

These people are afraid of him anyway.

However, Zhong Chen didn't notice that the ketchup in his hand was dripping out.

The bright red color mixed on the sludge floor is particularly dazzling.

Fenmao and the other gangsters watched this scene, frightened.

They have all heard of Zhong Chen from the middle school next door, known as the bloodthirsty blue dragon.

Not only because of the blue dragon tattoo in Zhong Chen's hand.

The origin of this name is accompanied by countless murderous and **** (incorrectly spread) stories.

Legend has it that Zhong Chen killed people and let go of the fire, but the huge family background behind him still kept him unscathed.

Because of this, no one dared to provoke him in the entire North District.

"Don't run away yet!!" Fenmao **** the guy and fled away like a bereaved dog.

Other **** with colorful hair also fled the scene quickly.

"Are you okay?" Qi Linqing walked over and helped the boy up.

"Hmm, it's okay, thank you."

The boy stood up and glanced at Zhong Chen cautiously. He just didn't see the red on the ground, and he couldn't help feeling:

Why were those people afraid of him just now?

Only then did Zhong Chen realize that the ketchup was upside down, and a lot of it had flowed into his hands.

Can not be wasted.

He raised his hand and licked it.

This scene fell in the eyes of the boy, but thought he was drinking blood.

The boy was full of horror: "!!!"

I see...

No wonder those gangsters were scared to crawl away just now.

They are not at the same level as the tattooed brother in front of them.

The boy shivered.

Qi Linqing took out the napkin and handed it to the boy, softly comforting: "Next time you are being bullied, don't swallow your breath. Remember... remember..."

But he didn't have any similar experience, and he was a little stuck at this point.

The boy thought he and Zhong Chen were in the same group, and countless thoughts popped up in his heart instantly.

Fight back? Or can I ask you for help?

"...Remember to tell the teacher." Zhong Chen continued and added what he thought was loyalty.

Qi Linqing nodded in agreement: "Yes, you should sue the teacher."

boy:"???"

How could it be so?

After the two took the boy to a nearby clinic to treat the wound, they parted at the intersection.

Qi Linqing got in the car and went to the studio where he discussed the live broadcast with the boss.

As for Zhong Chen, he returned home after handling the matter in the North District.

As soon as he entered the door, he listened to the housekeeper: "Master, there is your express."

Zhong Chen caught a glimpse of the huge flat box express in the living room, and at a glance, he guessed that this was probably a custom Chinese painting he bought online a few days ago.

The store's delivery is quite fast.

As Zhong Chen thought about it, he squatted on the ground, cut through the tape with a knife, and opened the box.

A landscape painting that has been mounted is lying quietly in the foam paper.

The painter used unintentional light to create it, revealing a sense of elegance in a water village in the south of the Yangtze River.

The theme was [Dongting Autumn Moon].

Zhong Chen remembered that Master gave him a lesson one day and introduced the eight most common creative themes in landscape painting.

They are Pingsha Luoyan, Yuanpu Guifan, Shanshi Qinglan, Jiang Tianmuxue, Dongting Autumn Moon, Xiaoxiang Night Rain, Yansi Evening Bell, and Fishing Village Photos.

Master said: "I am the best at Dongting Qiuyue among these painting topics."

Zhong Chen remembered that he was still asking stupidly: "Why?"

"Because I was born in that place in the painting." The master smiled.

In fact, he rarely saw the master smile, that was the first time.

It was as if in the drowsy afternoon of midsummer, a faint and cool wind blew on his face, making him instantly awake.

Let him, who was young at that time, understand what is called love at first sight in the book.

When Zhong Chen stared at the painting, tears burst into his face before he knew it.

At the same time, Panda Internet celebrity live broadcast studio.

This is a small company driven by the rise of Douyin in recent years. The main investor is Yin Yuanliang. He was originally one of Douyin's anchors, mainly broadcasting magic, but later retreated behind the scenes because of hand injuries.

When Qi Linqing pushed the door and entered, the boss and Yin Yuanliang were chatting.

The boss was very excited when he saw Qi Linqing, and hurriedly pulled him over and said:

"The seller just gave you a five-star praise! And he actually paid you another 100,000 yuan."

The boss clicked on the backstage comment to show him.

s**y[88vip]: [The delivery is fast, the works are also very good, the style of painting. . There is a trace of an old friend. [Image] [image]】

Qi Linqing was dumb. It seems that this seller really has too much money to spend.

The boss teased: "A painting of 10,000 yuan, forcibly stuffed you 200,000 yuan. Who do you think is his old friend?"

Qi Linqing thought for a while and said, "His former master?"

Boss: "Of course not, unless he loves a teacher. This old man must be his lover hahahaha."

Qi Linqing: "..."

Yin Yuanliang just heard the boss talk about the whole story.

After listening, he only had one thought: This person who bought the painting, wouldn't it be Qi Linqing himself?

After all, who is so stupid these years and willing to take the initiative to increase the price twenty times to buy paintings on Taobao.

But Yin Yuanliang also thought about it in his heart. On the face of him, he was very polite to Qi Linqing, with various compliments in his mouth.

After the compliment, he embraced the other side familiarly and said:

"If you think we can, let's try it live today?"

Qi Linqing: "Okay."

The studio area is not small. In addition to the office area, seven or eight small rooms are divided for live broadcasts.

Yin Yuanliang immediately led Qi Linqing to the vacant live broadcast room No. 8.

Qi Linqing saw several "anchors" as he passed the corridor. The content of their live broadcasts is also different.

For example, a middle-aged man is burying his head in carving a stone.

For example, a woman with curly hair in sparse fabric hops around on her mobile phone.

Qi Linqing couldn't bear to look at the latter, and quickly turned his head and looked away.

"Here." Yin Yuanliang pointed to the wide and long table in Room 8 and said: "You can paint here later. I have all the painting materials and utensils ready for you in advance."

Qi Linqing nodded.

In addition, Yin Yuanliang also provided him with a small assistant who was responsible for debugging equipment.

After the assistant connected to the Douyin platform, the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table in the room immediately appeared in the live broadcast screen of the mobile phone.

However, the number of online viewers at this time is 0.

The first time an unfamous anchor makes an appearance, the audience is often pitifully small.

"Are you really not considering showing your face?" Yin Yuanliang asked again.

Qi Linqing shook his head: "Sorry."

Yin Yuanliang sighed regretfully, silently exited the room and closed the door.

...

Afterwards, Qi Linqing got to know the equipment with the help of a small assistant.

The long pole placed in front of the table is called a mobile phone holder. The lens is aimed at the tabletop, just enough to capture the whole process of his painting.

After Qi Linqing finished paper laying and grinding, he started painting.

At the beginning of his painting, he thought of his boss saying that he could teach the audience some drawing skills while broadcasting.

Qi Linqing cleared his throat, and said, "I will tell you about the light ink Qinglan today..."

The assistant on the side suddenly stopped awkward and reminded in a low voice: "You can stay silent now."

Qi Linqing: "Huh?"

Assistant: "No one is watching the live broadcast right now."

Qi Linqing: "...Oh, okay."

Ten minutes later.

"Wait!" The assistant suddenly shouted in surprise: "Someone is there! The number of people online is one!"

There is a barrage across the bottom: [The host’s hands are pretty good]

Qi Linqing lightly said, "Today I will talk about Danmo Qinglan's painting method..."

[The host’s voice is so good! ]

[233 Treasure found]

[It feels interesting]

[Live Chinese painting? ]

[Unknown Jue Li]

[+1]

The assistant stared at the phone page and found that the number of live broadcasts was slowly climbing.

During this period, someone came in and someone left.

But in the end, the number stopped at 11 and didn't move again.

Time passed unconsciously, and three hours later, Qi Linqing was finishing the painting. During the period, he analyzed a lot of content skills.

His throat was dry and his mouth was a little dry, so he picked up the mineral water at the table and unscrewed the lid and drank it.

At this moment, the middle-aged man in the next room also came out to pour water.

After Fan Xingchang poured the water, he saw that the lights were on in the No. 8 live broadcast room.

A new anchor is coming?

He was a little surprised, and subconsciously walked in.

The door is not closed, it is open. The live broadcast rooms are like this, which is convenient for the boss to patrol at any time.

Neither Qi Linqing, who was drawing, nor the assistant who was addicted to the live broadcast barrage paid attention to him.

Fan Xingchang looked at the young man, then went to look at the Chinese painting on the table, his eyes flashed with shock.

He originally thought that the other person looked good, so he must rely on his face.

As a result, this kid is not too old, so he broadcasts Chinese painting? !

That's going to be with him, Fan Xingchang slapped his tongue.

Prior to this, Fan Xingchang had only one technology stream in the entire Panda Studio.

Although he is live-streaming the engraving, Douyin has more than 500,000 fans, which is quite popular.

Fan Xingchang stood by and watched the young man painting.

Qi Linqing also saw this strange middle-aged man, smiled gently at him, and then lowered his head to continue painting, while carefully explaining the techniques of Chinese painting to the few audiences.

Fan Xingchang didn't disturb the other party. After watching for a while, he quietly opened the door and went out.

When he went out, he ran into Yin Yuanliang head-on.

Yin Yuanliang: "Are you about to get off work?"

Fan Xingchang nodded.

Yin Yuanliang rubbed his hands, and said embarrassed: "Can I ask you something. A newcomer has come to our studio. He broadcasts Chinese painting live, which is similar to your engraving. Can you—"

Fan Xingchang understood when he heard this. Yin Yuanliang wanted to use his own traffic to bring newcomers to a live broadcast.

But Fan Xingchang didn't mind. He had a good impression of juvenile painting just now.

"Yes." Fan Xingchang said with a smile: "I think that kid is quite talented. I happen to be free tonight and can stay and work overtime to take him. The traffic is better at night."

Yin Yuanliang said "Eh", feeling something was wrong. Qi Linqing had a bad reputation on the Internet before. It stands to reason that a person like Fan Xingchang who cherishes feathers should not easily agree to take the other party.

"do you know who he is?"

Fan Xingchang: "The internet celebrity you dug? I think he is a bit familiar."

Yin Yuanliang: "...No. He is the young master Qi Jiazhen who participated in the "Deformation Plan"."

Fan Xingchang: "..."

He almost vomited a mouthful of old blood.

But Yin Yuanliang was his boss, and since he had agreed, it would be embarrassing to go back on it.

Fan Xingchang calmed down for a while, and had to move his steps into live broadcast room 8 again.

The author has something to say: Thank you reader Luo Ye Qingcheng for throwing 2 mines