Courtyard House: Drunk and tipsy, the whole courtyard exposed at the start.

Moreover, the Feiniu OS home data center in his "little nest" contains 30TB of data, and the blackboard bulletin board also has a folder with hundreds of pictures, enough for him to "copy".

"A blackboard bulletin board needs a theme, such as safe production, or to promote the spirit of workers who overcome all difficulties, always strive to be pioneers, and are always willing to help others, etc."

"You need to go back to your department head, or ask the publicity department, what theme should this blackboard bulletin highlight?"

"Then, based on this theme, find a few outstanding workers, conduct in-depth interviews, focusing on typical case studies, and create a few hundred-word interview. I don't need to teach you how to do that, right?"

"Tomorrow I'll ask Master Lei to come and make two blackboards on the outer wall of the stable. When you're free after get off work, come over and try drawing on the blackboard."

"I'll draw some patterns for you later, you can just write them down."

For Zhang Dabiao, it didn't matter whether Mu Wanqing had a talent for drawing or not, because in his view, most people didn't have any talent.

You can just memorize and copy it.

Seeing how meticulously Zhang Dabiao had arranged things for Mu Wanqing, He Yushui became jealous. She silently finished her meal quickly and went home to study.

Zhang Dabiao was completely bewildered—[What's wrong with this girl? Is she on her period?]

Qin Jingru ran back to take a look, and then immediately returned to report.

"Sister Yushui is reading a book, and she's very focused."

Zhang Dabiao was a little confused...

Why are you studying so hard during summer vacation?

Work hard quietly, and then amaze us all?

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The blackboard was made the next day; it didn't require much technical skill.

Zhang Dabiao also went to the school to find the art teacher, Fan Mingwei—Brother Fan. Because colored chalk was unavailable; it was out of stock.

When Fan Mingwei saw that Zhang Dabiao had come to him about this matter, he waved his hand and got Zhang Dabiao a box of chalk. He even carried it over for Zhang Dabiao himself, just to see how Zhang Dabiao drew blackboard newspapers.

What else? They continue their deviant practices, using blackboard erasers and towels as drawing tools, cutting cardboard into various shapes like flowers, leaves, and stars, and grinding some chalk into powder…

He just started scribbling randomly on the blackboard.

Everything can be used as a brush; this is the basic principle of unorthodox painting. Anything can be used, regardless of painting principles, form, or lighting and shading.

Let's just use blackboard erasers and chalk dust, whichever is most convenient.

There's also how to draw laborers, how many steps it takes, just memorize it.

We don't expect Mu Wanqing to have high drawing skills; as long as she can remember and memorize them, that's fine.

Last night, Zhang Dabiao stayed up all night to draw 10 templates for her. If Mu Wanqing can master these 10 templates, she will be invincible in the steel rolling mill.

Art teacher Fan Mingwei started drawing on another blackboard, and Xu Damao, seeing Zhang Dabiao teaching this, also came over to learn—following Zhang Dabiao was definitely the right thing to do.

As he drew, Xu Damao muttered to himself, "Da Biao, how do you know so much?"

Fan Mingwei, the art teacher standing nearby, said nonchalantly, "That's called being wise in a foolish way. In the art world, it's all about talent."

"One day you'll suddenly realize it, you'll understand it, and then you'll know everything."

"This is called understanding one principle and understanding all principles."

Xu Damao nodded: "That's right. Ever since Da Biao got beaten up and his head was cracked open, he's understood everything."

"Da Biao, you should really thank us."

"Otherwise, you'd still be that idiot."

Zhang Dabiao rolled his eyes at him: "Go to hell. I was already so angry with Yi Zhonghai and the Jia family that day that I lost my mind. It was completely unnecessary for you to beat me up afterwards. I got beaten up for nothing."

"Let's not talk about that anymore, we're even anyway." Xu Damao denied it, since he was beaten up by Zhang Dabiao later, so it was a draw and neither of them owed the other anything.

"What's going on between you and Lou Xiao'e? I see you going to the food processing plant all the time these days."

At this point, Xu Damao also looked worried: "Well, my family has arranged several blind dates for me, but how should I put it?"

"You, Xu Damao, don't approve?"

"There are some who are prettier than Lou Xiao'e, and a few who come from impeccable family backgrounds, but they have a flaw—a flaw that's hard to describe."

That's strange," Zhang Dabiao asked疑惑地问道, "What kind of feeling is missing?"

[You, Xu Damao, are known to be a pervert, don't you feel anything? Are you impotent?]

Xu Damao lit a cigarette and offered one to Zhang Dabiao and Fan Mingwei as well: "When I went on blind dates with them, the conversations went well, but they didn't have that silly, goose-goose-goose-goose-goose-goose laugh."

"You tell me, am I being a masochist? I just fell for her goose-goose-goose-goose, and I thought that if my other half was like that, life would be so much fun."

"I don't know what's wrong with me, Da Biao. Do you think I'm sick?"

Xu Damao spoke these words with a profound expression, tinged with a hint of longing...

Oh no, has this guy really fallen in love?

In an era where a successful blind date can lead to immediate marriage registration, and where the bride price is at most 10 yuan—

Is this a pervert playing the true love card?

Zhang Dabiao pondered for a moment before asking, "Are you sure you're not after the Lou family's wealth?"

Xu Damao rolled his eyes in annoyance: "So what if I've taken a liking to them? They have two older brothers. I can't and won't eat their family's bloodline."

"However, as long as Boss Lou gives us a little bit of his money, we can live a very comfortable life."

"So I've made my decision!"

"I'm going to pursue Lou Xiao'e!"

Zhang Dabiao said helplessly, "You still say you're only after their family fortune?"

"I like Lou Xiao'e, and I don't think her family would let her live a hard life with me, right?"

"That's called having the best of both worlds!"

Zhang Dabiao didn't know what to say, so he patted Xu Damao on the shoulder and said, "I wish you success."

"Absolutely!"

I was originally going to remind him about his capitalist background and the subsequent strong winds.

However, after thinking about it, Da Biao still didn't say it. Was it because of the plot's climax or something else?

If you try to persuade him now, what if Xu Damao has really fallen in love? If you try to stop him, it will only make things worse.

He's finally being serious this once in a while, right?

Even if the level of seriousness is at most 50%, it's still uncertain whether the Lou family will agree.

Forget it, never mind, I'm already covered in bumps myself.

He hasn't even figured out what happened between him and Mu Wanqing yet, so he has no right to judge others.

Although Mu Wanqing's background isn't exactly black-hearted, it's hard to say whether she'll be affected during a strong storm. She'll need to find some aliases and layer on buffs to be safe.

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Three days later, Liu Guangqi sent a message.

The factory sent several craftsmen to make physical objects out of his drawings.

It's impossible to make a one-piece casing for that lighter because the gas inlet and outlet valves are too delicate, and domestic equipment can't handle it.

Then they made a rough prototype and found an eighth-level craftsman to hand-craft it bit by bit, and they actually managed to make such a delicate valve.

But the cost—

That means you spent at least 100 yuan, and even used a level 8 craftsman, only to make a lighter worth 1 yuan that you can throw away after use...

Isn't this just insane?

It's not like I'll die from using matches that cost two cents a box.

So the higher-ups gave Tian Baocheng a severe dressing down. "Is your brain filled with shit?"