Shoot The Dragon With One Arrow

After entering the extremity once, Evan seems to be obsessed with breathing, training all the time, and all he thinks about is how to enter the extremity again.

This is a process of constant experimentation.

On Sunday, the Mercenary Guild.

The room next to Harold's office was transformed into a painting classroom.

Like Harold said last week, he hired thirteen painters with basic knowledge. The profession of a painter is precarious, no, it should be said that it is not even a profession. These people came in with a longing for the painting world, longing for their paintings to be worth a lot of money one day, but it was difficult even to eat. They are not as good as Parker, at least Parker has some reputation and can support himself by drawing skills.

"Linde, why are you here too?" Fowler sat in his seat, a little uneasy.

"No way, I can't eat. The people from the Mercenary Guild came up and said that they had introduced me to a lucrative job, so I came over."

"How do you look at it, It’s not like a legitimate job. We shouldn’t be deceived."

There are a charcoal pen and a stack of white paper on the table. I don’t know what it is used for? Fowler glanced around and saw many familiar faces. These people were sitting in their seats, looking at each other with searching eyes.

"How can such a large organization as a mercenary guild deceive people?"

"It might be possible."

"No way, look , The one sitting at the front is not Parker. Even if he is here, it certainly won't be a scam."

Parker is very famous among street painters. Because he is located between Pu Street and Fei Pu Street, he may cross that boundary at any time and enter another world, which is the envy of Pu Street painters.

Different from other anxious painters, Parker is looking forward to it. He came early and still occupied the front row.

"The realistic Eldest Senior Brother is none other than me!" Parker set his goal in the heart.

Crunch, the door of the classroom is opened.

As soon as Evan and Harold came in, they were immediately watched by thirteen painters.

"How? I found you so many apprentices."

This number indeed exceeded Evan's expectations.

"Hey, what's the matter with those two middle age persons? Are you serious?" Evan covered his mouth and whispered.

The middle age person mentioned by Evan is Fowler and Linde, both of whom have half-white hair, sitting in them quite dazzling.

"All kinds of students are taught, don't care about age. But to be honest, didn't expect you brat quite thoughtful." Harold's face was meaningful.

"These are my students, after all, they should be cared about." Evan hehe laughed.

Harold walked to the front of the stage.

"cough cough, you guys come here to hear that there is a lucrative job, um, yes, it is indeed the case. However, the requirements for this job are still quite high, so you are on the job Before, three months of training were required."

As soon as Harold's voice fell, the painters in the audience immediately discussed spiritedly.

"Three months of training? What a joke, I didn't mention training when I was invited." Fowler patted the table, stood up immediately, and turned to leave.

He is forty-three years old this year. He hasn’t earned a penny since he has painted. He usually does odd jobs. If his wife hadn’t given up on him for twenty years, he would have starved to death. NS.

Fowler is getting older and illusory's dream of being a painter has faded. Now I just want to find a stable job and spend the rest of my life with his wife.

Three months of training is nothing to the youngster. For a person his age, it is really a waste of life.

"Of course, we will not occupy your precious three months in vain. During the training period, we will subsidize you two Silver Coins every month, and we promise that your monthly salary will be seven Silver Coin or more. The performance is good, and it may be higher." Harold continues to say, regardless of the reaction below, each minding their own business.

Fowler just took the 1st Step. After listening to the subsidy, his arm seemed to be pulled by some invisible force, and he staggered under his feet, lying on Lind's table.

The two looked at each other for three seconds, and Linde suddenly realized that he grabbed Fowler's arm.

"Brother Linde, don't pull me." Fowler blinked at Linde.

"Brother Fowler, I haven’t finished speaking yet. Let’s make a decision after listening to it."

"Well, since Brother Lind’s kind words to persuade me, I’ll just sit Come and listen again." Fowler was very obedient and nodded, and returned to his seat and sat down obediently.

No one cared about Fowler and Linde's double reeds, and everyone was restrained by superior conditions.

"Two Silver Coins per month? Real or fake? I may not earn two Silver Coins a month. Training, isn’t it just a free gift?"

"Isn’t the focus of attention on the salary of more than seven Silver Coins after taking the job?"

Harold watched with satisfaction the reaction of the audience. Some people were moved by the subsidies, and some were promised high Impressed by the salary. In short, no one left.

"Of course, subsidies cannot be paid at will, they are conditional." Harold continued.

"What conditions?"

"After you work, you need to pay 50% of your salary every month for five months. You can also use the subsidy as an advance Salary."

"What if we didn’t get on the job when the time comes?"

"Subsidies naturally don’t need to be repaid, just as a three-month delay for you Compensation."

Harold looked at the reactions of the crowd and knew that these artists had accepted the conditions. "Didn't expect Evan's little head is quite brilliant, and he can come up with this kind of method."

This kind of training method, and that kind of 3D modeling, original artist training, etc. The class pattern is exactly the same. Naturally, Evan proposed it.

Subsidies for teaching, tuition fees are deducted from the salary received from future work.

It looks pretty good.

From the future salary, there is a psychological hint, that is to let the painters make sure that there will be jobs in the future. Let these painters have a vision for the future, learning more steadily and more devoted.

As for salary deductions, it is also three months later, the future has nothing to do with the present. After all, it is the first time they have heard of this mechanism, and there is no clear idea about it.

In short, the training is confirmed.

"Okay, it seems that everyone has no objection to this." Harold moved towards Evan beckons with the hand, "Next, it's your turn!"

"Hello, I am your training teacher, Evan. I will be responsible for teaching you painting in the future." Evan walked to the front and looked at the painters and said.

Unsurprisingly, the painters looked at each other in blank dismay.

"This kid is the one who is in charge of our training? The Mercenary Guild is playing tricks on us, right?"

"And he said he wants to teach us painting? We people still Need him to teach?"

"I'm afraid I have been studying painting for an older age than him."

At this time, Parker stood up and bowed respectfully. . "Evan teacher! I will definitely study hard and carry forward the realism!"

"Realism? When did this Sect appear in the art world?"

"Evan teacher!" Fu Le took a look at the surrounding atmosphere and felt a little bad, and stood up and shouted. Whether he is realistic or false, Fowler just wants to get the money first.

Fowler was not enough to shout, his hand kept poking at Linde's waist next to him.

"Evan teacher." Linde was annoyed by the poking, and slapped Fowler's hand and shouted.

Evan rushed to Parker nodded, and thanked him for his support. Evan scanned the painters below. Although these people seem to be a bit older, they are undoubtedly his students now.

"Didn't expect that one day I will become a teacher, this kind of feeling seems pretty good."