After being reborn, I'm no longer going to play the role of a spoiled rich kid.

Chapter 214 Making Money
Wang Qiong and You Sijia's coffee-selling trip was not very successful, because most of the people who came to the market were Tibetans, and they didn't buy into this kind of thing at all.

With fragrant milk tea and butter tea, who would like to drink bitter coffee?
Seeing that she was about to suffer a defeat, Yu Sijia, who was now feeling full, simply picked up the paper and pen that Wang Qiong wanted to use for bookkeeping and began to sketch.

Since they hadn't closed a single deal, they were just taking a break and relaxing here.

At first, Wang Qiong would call out to passersby, but gradually she became too lazy to do so.

This kind of unproductive advertising won't earn you a penny, and you'll just end up hoarse from shouting.

When Wang Qiong saw You Sijia engrossed in writing and drawing, she leaned over and glanced at her own notebook.

"Wow!" Wang Qiong didn't know that You Sijia was originally an art major. At this moment, she also forgot that You Sijia appeared on the show as a comic artist. So when she saw You Sijia quickly sketch the figure of the old lady who had given them fried cakes at the market, Wang Qiong was quite surprised.

"Wow, that's amazing!" Wang Qiong exclaimed.

Yuska was a little embarrassed. Laymen can only see what looks good, while experts can see the intricacies.

She didn't major in sketching before, so she wasn't very interested in this kind of quick sketching. Now that she's suddenly interested, she feels very rusty with it.

She might seem alright to outsiders, but she knows herself that she's actually not that great.

"Not at all, I haven't studied this systematically or in detail. I'm just drawing casually now," Yusjia said.

She quickly finished the small sketch, tore it off the paper, walked to the fried rice cake stall not far away, and gave it to the old lady from before.

From Wang Qiong's direction, it was hard to hear what Grandma was saying to You Sijia, but judging from her body language and expression, she seemed very happy.

A short while later, Yustia returned.

"Sister Wang, how about I draw one for you too?" Yusi asked.

Wang Qiong: "Me? Is that okay?"

"Of course, very soon."

As Yuska said this, she had already begun to sketch the lines.

Wang Qiong suddenly felt a little nervous, which she found somewhat amusing. Even when she went to auditions, she didn't seem this nervous.

The portrait that Yuska gave to the old lady who made fried rice cakes was hung directly on the side of the cart by the old lady, so that everyone could see it.

It's unclear whether it was the portrait that attracted the passing indigenous people, or whether Yusjia was being drawn to Wang Qiong's portrait, but when Yusjia came to her senses, she found herself surrounded by a crowd.

She was startled.

"Wow, this painting is actually quite beautiful!" someone in the crowd exclaimed.

"Are you recording a TV show? Are you celebrities?" someone asked You Sijia.

When You Sijia and Wang Qiong came out, they were both followed by photographers.

He looks out of place in this simple Tibetan village market.

People had noticed us before; they were curious but also wary, so they observed us secretly.

To everyone's surprise, neither Yusjia nor Wang Qiong made any move, acting as if they were on vacation. For a while, the Tibetans who were secretly observing them had no idea what the two of them were up to.

When Yusjia sat on the stool and drew a quick sketch of her grandmother, a curious and enthusiastic Tibetan finally came over to ask her questions.

Yu Sijia replied good-naturedly, "We're filming a reality show, but the person next to me is a big star, and I'm not." "You celebrities don't move when filming shows?" The curious grandmothers looked at Yu Sijia and Wang Qiong. These two came to the market, but they didn't seem to be doing anything! What are they doing? It's really puzzling.

Yusja chuckled dryly. They did want to move, but wasn't it because no one was buying coffee, they weren't making any money, and they didn't have any money in their pockets to buy ingredients?

“Your painting is beautiful. Could you paint one for me too? I saw you finish it in just a couple of quick strokes,” an old woman in an indigo-blue cloth dress asked Yusjia.

Yu Sijia exclaimed "Eh!" In that instant, a thought suddenly flashed through her mind, "Sure! But Grandma, I'll charge for my drawings." Yu Sijia looked at the growing crowd around her, "But it's very cheap. The first three people only pay five yuan! First come, first served, that's the best deal. After that, we'll charge ten yuan per drawing!"

Even the cheapest sketches done in parks and streets cost more than ten yuan.

But all You Sijia wants to do right now is earn some money for breakfast. Although she and Wang Qiong have eaten, there are still six people in the family who probably haven't eaten yet.

If the price is lower, these aunties and uncles who usually come out to buy vegetables and meat might be willing to spend a little money to buy Xiao Xiang's painting.

After all, it's only five yuan; a pancake only costs five yuan.

Wang Qiong felt somewhat uneasy when she heard You Sijia's words.

She was afraid that the Tibetans here had no intention of paying for the paintings, and that would make her boss lose face.
Just as Wang Qiong was about to say something like "five yuan a piece is such a good deal" to attract customers, the old lady who had initially spoken to You Sijia immediately stepped forward, "Me, me, little girl, do you think I can have one?"

Wang Qiong was taken aback.

Yuska's face lit up with a smile, and she nodded readily, "Of course! Grandma, you look so beautiful in this dress!"

Yuska spoke these words with exceptional sincerity; she genuinely felt that the traditional clothing of each ethnic group was beautiful and had its own unique characteristics.

The grandmother, dressed in indigo, was a little embarrassed after hearing Yuska's praise.

"It's not as exaggerated as you say, haha, but this is a new outfit I'm preparing for my daughter's birthday next week, haha, she only comes back once a month, she works in the provincial capital." Grandma said modestly, but anyone could hear the pride in her words.

Yustia: "Wow, that's amazing."

Many locals in the snowy areas still prefer to stay in their hometowns.

There aren't actually that many people who go to university and then go out to work.

As Yuska spoke, she quickly sketched out the image.

When she paints, she doesn't require the models to be completely still. On the contrary, she follows their natural movements, capturing them with her eyes and depicting them with her brushstrokes, which makes them feel more vivid.

The sketch was quick; in no time, Yusjia finished it and handed it to the old woman in front of her, asking, "Take a look, is it alright?"

It's a very small piece, so it's only good for amusement.

But to everyone's surprise, after Yusjia handed over the painting, the grandmothers who had been watching the spectacle rushed forward in droves.

"Wow, not bad! I want one too!"

"I came first."

"It's obviously me!"

Not to mention Wang Qiong, even You Sijia herself was stunned.

(End of this chapter)