Respawn Entertainment

"Brother Zhang, you agreed too quickly. Aren't you afraid that I am a liar?" Chen Lin couldn't help but ask curiously.

"Not afraid, because I have already recognized you. Are you the starring Hua Zelei of "Meteor Garden"?" Zhang Lei said with a smile.

"Ha, Brother Zhang, you also watch idol dramas?" Chen Linqi said.

"No, look there." Zhang Lei suddenly pointed to a billboard in the distance, which happened to be a promotional advertisement for "Meteor Garden".

"So that's it. Alas, no, I've made some disguises and I have a big gap. Can you recognize it?"

Yes, Chen Lin is wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses now. His image is far from the poster. And didn’t Zhang Lei say he had never watched his TV series? How did he recognize him if he was not a fan?

"Haha, I'm a scout. If I hadn't had any eyesight, I would have died on the battlefield long ago?" Zhang Lei laughed.

Wow, scout, isn’t this a special forces soldier? Isn’t it profitable now.

Chen Lin knew that he had read it correctly. Zhang Lei was indeed not an ordinary soldier, so he enthusiastically took him to a nearby place for a few drinks. The two ordered two to drink and chat at a small restaurant on the street.

Zhang Lei talked about his own experience. He was a special forces soldier who had truly been on the battlefield and had seen blood. He joined the army in 1982 and participated in the self-defense counterattack against Vietnam the next year. After the war in 1989, he was discharged from the army. After the retirement of the army, he had been working in a local military-affiliated enterprise. Last year, the country's subordinate army was not allowed to do business and the private enterprise was sold to private enterprises. In fact, the country has policy care for meritorious soldiers like him, but he was unwilling to return to the army, so he sought a job himself.

As for why a soldier is unwilling to go back to the army, Zhang Lei did not say anything or ask.

The two talked until around 4 pm. Zhang Lei went home to prepare his luggage and went to the hotel to find him tomorrow.

Chen Lin waved his hand to send Zhang Lei on a bus, and then he walked forward. 500 meters ahead was Xitucheng Road, Haidian District, where many universities are concentrated, such as Beijing Film, Aerospace, Normal University, Posts and Telecommunications, Politics and Law, and United University.

It’s rare to have a leisurely trip to these schools this afternoon. I heard that there are often beauties in the film school.

"Huh!" A Porsche chartered car whizzed past Chen Lin and almost hit him.

"Damn it, you drive so quickly, go home to catch a funeral?" Chen Lin was startled and spitted at the Porsche who was leaving.

Chen Lin did not walk into the film school but stayed at the school gate for a few minutes. There were indeed many beauties entering and leaving here, and there were only a few more luxury cars. Some Porsches, Ferraris, and Maserati were seen in several Porsches, Ferraris, and Maserati.

In this way, Chen Lin's Mercedes-Benz super luxury S300, which claimed to be a full-length *Sha Cun, immediately turned into a rustic man, and he was embarrassed to drive in.

Forget it, we are low-key and don’t compare with these children, and go to another place to check it out.

Chen Lin shook his head and laughed and left the film school and walked towards the street in front. The street was very prosperous and there were endless people. Most of them were students from several nearby schools.

Wandering all the way, suddenly a man and a dog in front attracted his attention. To be precise, a husky with bright fur color was attracted by him.

This husky is really beautiful, with very clean hair all over the body and spotlessly clean. He has a pair of smart eyes looking at the people passing by.

Husky saw that Chen Lin was still friendly and shook his tail, not afraid of strangers at all. He was really obedient and compared with his "Zaizai".

Compared to comparison, the dog is beautiful and well-behaved, its owner is a little frustrated. He is about the age of age, with long hair and beautiful facial features, but he is now indecent, drooling his head and mouth, and is dozing off.

The boy was a painter and set up a stall for people to draw. There was a service list next to it: 10 minutes of drawing a character portrait, 10 yuan per picture; 30 minutes of drawing a detailed picture, 15 yuan; 30 minutes of drawing a cartoonist's work is 3 yuan per book, 2 books are 5 yuan.

Oh, this man can also draw comics. When Chen Lin saw that there was indeed a stack of comic books next to him. He walked over curiously and took a comic book and flipped through it.

"Hey! The drawing is good."

The comic tells the story of a little squirrel looking for her mother after she was separated from her mother, and she encountered various dangers and challenges on the way to the forest.

The story structure of the comic is very simple, but the style is very unique and full of childlike fun. The image of the little squirrel is very cute.

Chen Lin looked at the title page, and the author was named Qian Hefan.

Qian Hefan? Picking up lunch boxes? His name is a bit frustrating, but it matches very well. Chen Lin looked at the sleepy and drooling boy and felt a little funny.

"Wangwang." At this time, Husky saw Chen Lin looking through comic books and woke up the owner, "This classmate, do you want to buy comics?"

"Did you draw this comic?" Chen Linyang asked with the comic in his hand.

"Yes, I'm actually a cartoonist." Qian Hefan said with a smile. When he saw Chen Lin's skeptical look, he added: "You won't question my identity as a cartoonist just because you see me setting up a stall here, right?"

Chen Lin nodded without hesitation, "Haha, you don't know this. I am experiencing life here. Great cartoonists come out of the masses." Qian Hefan said shamelessly.

Is this guy a cartoonist Chen Lin not sure, but he is very good at bragging. "Can you draw a few four-frame comics as I asked?" Chen Lin decided to try his best.

"Damn, who are you? If you ask me to draw, I will draw?" Qian Hefan saw Chen Lin's appearance as if he was going to test him, and secretly complained in his heart, "As a cartoonist, he has self-esteem. How can anyone on the street question him if he asks him to draw?

When Qian Hefan was about to refuse, Chen Lin said something that made him sell his self-esteem at a low price of 75 yuan.

"No matter whether you draw it well or not, I bought all of your 25 comic books, one of them, 3 yuan, and I will give you 75 yuan now. What do you think?" Chen Lin added and took out 75 yuan.

"Trade." Qian Hefan immediately became energetic and took the money from Chen Lin's hand and said happily: "If you want to draw, just say whatever you want."

"The first painting is a young man who seems decadent, thin, essentially kind, brave, and caring for his family put a vase of flowers in a corner to pay homage to his dead soul. He found that the vase was kicked by several skateboard boys. The young man stepped forward and hurt them."

"The second painting, the boy has a physique that can see ghosts, and he helped the vase to the ground. At this time, a phantom of a girl appeared in the place where the vase was placed. This girl was a ghost and no one else could see it."

Chen Lin, a god-in-law, told the beginning of "Death" that he had seen in his previous life and let Qian Hefan draw it and see it.

"A ghost? What you said is very interesting, hehe, look at me." Qian Hefan smiled and started painting.

Chen Lin couldn't help but wonder what he could draw. He was surprised as he looked at him. The violent boy with orange hair under Qian Hefan's pen, whose pupils looked thin but full of blood, appeared on the paper. The image of the boy in the second painting is richer and more likely to be violent. The boy is very loving.

The same simple four-frame comics unconsciously bring the author's own performance. The young man in the painting has a little more out of line in the face, which immediately makes the whole picture richer and colorful.

Although it is a little different from the original work of "Death", it is already amazing.

Genius!

Chen Lin suddenly felt that he had met the treasure, and his eyes when he looked at Qian Hefan changed.

"I've finished drawing, you..." Qian Hefan finished drawing, looked up at Chen Lin, and suddenly found that Chen Lin's eyes were full of hotness, "Damn, this person is not fascinated by my handsomeness, don't, my surname is very normal."

"Hehe, Xiaofan, you..." Chen Lin took out his business card to recruit the boy, but was interrupted by the boy before he finished speaking: "This classmate, I still have to do business and don't have time to greet you, please do your own thing."

Qian Hefan did not take Chen Lin's business card but looked at him vigilantly. Well, Chen Lin was naturally able to deal with such a little brat. Seeing this, he smiled slightly and said, "I have bought all of your comic books at home."

"Ah! I still have 500 copies at home. Do you... want to buy them all?" Qian Hefan said in surprise with his eyes lit up.

Chen Lin nodded, "Senior, you are really a wise person. Oh, we'll leave now without further ado. I'll live in a rental house not far ahead." Qian Hefan was afraid that Chen Lin would regret it and quickly packed up his things. His things were simple, a stool, a box, and of course his husky "Xiao Guai" (to be continued.)