Through guidance, Zhao Yan, Yuan Gang and Zhou Zheng obtained mathematical logic skills. They themselves did not know and could not see the skill interface.

However, as the skill proficiency improves, I have more and more mastered mathematics knowledge, and I have changed the situation of having a split headache when I first saw math problems.

What was more surprising was that when Ren Bufan introduced the guidance mode to them, in addition to the proficiency he had obtained, he actually had an additional increase in proficiency.

In other words, when he guides others, his proficiency grows twice as fast as before!

At this speed, you may be able to upgrade your math and logic skills to level 8 before the simulation exam next week.

The guidance doubles the proficiency level. When the apprentice is accepted at the level 9 master stage, the proficiency level increases by two points, isn’t it four times?

Could it be that the 5-point proficiency increase of the Grandmaster level will be increased to 10 times?

Let’s not think about these things for now, but try to improve your brothers’ mathematical logic skills!

Speaking of which, when I was proficient, I could see it clearly at a glance when I opened a math book. There were only a few things I didn’t understand. I could instantly understand the problem-solving ideas at once, and even several new ideas could be found.

This is the level of mastery. What will happen to the level of master and master?

By the way, can you understand more than just high school mathematics, but also at higher levels?

Unfortunately, there is no university-level mathematics textbook, which cannot be verified.

How about taking advantage of the gap in the city to find a gallery on weekends and go to Xinhua Bookstore to verify your thoughts?

If you are really proficient in the level of your university degree, you can understand the mathematics courses at the university level. Before the college entrance examination, just improve the skills of each course and guide your brothers. Everyone can change their destiny and step into the university gate, right?

Of course, now we are still focusing on mathematical simulation tests.

In the next two days, Ren Bufan used the guidance mode to lead three bad friends to do the questions and read books.

Unlike the beginning, when their skill proficiency improves, their bad friends are not so resistant to mathematics. When they gradually understand it, their previous mood of feeling that they will lose the bet has also begun to change, and everyone concentrates and grits their teeth and perseveres.

When you get home from school, you will upgrade your mathematical logic to level 4, you can do more than half of the questions, and it is basically correct.

I will spend another day coming back next week and I will definitely be able to upgrade to level 5.

A week of high-intensity study made Zhao Yan and the others breathless. After leaving school, they immediately went straight to the game hall to relieve the pressure.

Of course, Ren Bufan refused their all-night invitation and returned home alone.

On Saturday, I did not go to Luogu Temple to continue painting.

The old man who had previously suggested that although Ren Bufan felt that the part of the painting girl was inappropriate, he was ready to try the way to the gallery and hotel.

If you can earn more money than drawing sketches, change the plan; if you can't, you can go back to the nearby Luogu Temple Mountain Gate tomorrow to draw.

If he wants to design games to make a lot of money, he must earn more early funds in the shortest time.

The game industry has a very fast development history. Now that we have this advantage of rebirth, we have gained the golden finger. Of course, we have to race against time to try our best to divide the cake.

Designing games requires computers, corresponding equipment, programming skills, dubbing skills, painting skills and other abilities.

These are all necessary expenses.

I set off with my painting tools early in the morning and took the bus to the city.

I got off the bus a little confused because I didn’t know where the gallery was.

No virtual map has appeared at this time.

Then I can only ask for directions.

"Hello!" I stopped a taxi on the side of the road, "Do you know where the nearest gallery is?"

"Gallery?" The driver looked at the painting tools he was carrying, got off the car and said, "The starting price is 3 yuan, and driving there is about 7 yuan. Do you get in the car?"

In fact, taking a bus is cheaper, it costs about one or two yuan. But you may not know if you ask others, and you have to hurry up.

Ren Bufan nodded, and the driver immediately opened the trunk and put his painting tools in.

I chatted with the driver a little while on the way and learned that there is currently only one gallery in the city, and this business has not yet developed here.

It's not much the same as the situation where you can find galleries everywhere after more than ten years.

The driver is very good at talking, and is curious about Ren Bufan's identity, thinking that he is a student majoring in art.

Ren Bufan simply lied to him and said that he was a freshman at the University of Fine Arts and wanted to go to the gallery to take a look. He could not say that he was a senior high school student and the other party asked other questions.

The taxi quickly took him to Hongfeng Street and parked at the entrance of a store called "Xinxin Gallery".

When I entered the gallery, there were quite a lot of guests, including paintings of all sizes and styles, with a wide range of pictures and overwhelming amounts of them.

"Welcome! Are you going to buy a painting?" Ren Bufan was wearing clothes that were washed white by his mother, but the gallery waiter did not curl his smile and came over to receive the reception. However, his eyes glanced at the cheap painting tools he was carrying.

"That..." Ren Bufan was a little nervous, "I don't buy paintings. May I ask, do you collect paintings here? I want to sell paintings!"

"Collection," said the waiter, "Would you like to transfer the paintings of famous artists or consign the works of a painter? We need to know the information of the painter and the quality of the paintings."

"Uh~ Can I sell my own paintings?" Ren Bufan asked nervously.

"Ah?" The gallery waiter was stunned, "Little brother, do you want to sell your own paintings?"

"Um!"

"Uh...this..." The waiter hesitated and thought, "What is your pseudonym?"

"What's the pseudonym?"

"Do you have any famous paintings?"

Ren Bufan shook his head.

"Who are you learning painting from? What's the name of a teacher?"

"I've learned it myself, but I haven't learned it from others!"

"Ah?" The waiter was a little embarrassed, "Little brother, why don't you show me a picture first?"

"I don't have time to prepare, but I can draw it on the spot. Please see if I can collect it!" Ren Bufan put down his painting tools, "Is there a place to draw for me?"

"Why don't you go there?" The waiter pointed his hand at the location close to the safety exit.

"Okay!" Ren Bufan quickly took the painting tools over.

When he arrived at the corner to place painting tools, another gallery waiter came over, looked at Ren Bufan and frowned, and said softly: "Aren't you? This little guy is still childish, he must be a student. At such a young age, how high can his painting level be? How valuable can his paintings be? If everyone comes like this, our gallery is still doing business? Hurry up and find a way to let him leave, otherwise I won't help you if the boss comes over!"

"It's not easy for this little brother to muster up the courage to come over. Let's take a look first! If it really doesn't work, I can't really buy it, right? But I have to give him a chance."

"It's really...I'm too lazy to talk about you!"

"There are customers there to be found, come over quickly."

"Then you keep an eye on this kid and don't let her run around."

Several gallery waitresses are in their thirties. In their eyes, Ren Bufan is indeed a little brother who has not grown up yet.

Ren Bufan sat in the corner and put down his painting tools, and couldn't remember what to draw for a moment.

I turned around and looked around and saw the scenes of people coming and going in the gallery, so I wrote quickly.

He painted very seriously and devoted himself almost to the point where he recorded the corner of the gallery in front of him on the newly purchased oil painting paper in the form of oil paintings.

The oil painting took a little time and took half an hour to complete.

After drawing, I took it carefully to the counter and handed it to the gallery waitress who had just talked to me.

"So fast?" The waitress was a little surprised. She worked here for so long and even though she didn't have the skills in painting, she still knew something about it.

Ren Bufan's oil painting size is 50*60. Under normal circumstances, the drawing is completed in one morning. Sometimes it may take a day to slow down. Who can draw it in half an hour?

Is this equivalent to random painting?

I looked down but was a little surprised because this oil painting was a corner of the gallery and was lifelike.

Just in a while? Can he draw such a realistic oil painting?

"You drew it?" asked the waiter, his eyes constantly moving back and forth in Ren Bufan and the oil painting in his hand.

"Well! Can you see if this painting can be collected? How much is it worth?"

"Uh~ Actually, we usually don't accept works from new painters..." The waitress showed a embarrassed expression, "After all, galleries need best-selling works to make money. People usually look for works of famous painters first..."

"Then my painting..."

"Or why, I'll call the boss first." The waitress thought about it. After all, the oil painting in her hand looked very realistic, and the child was indeed capable. If the painting was messy, she could directly decide to refuse.

Ren Bufan stood beside and waited honestly, feeling very nervous.

The waitress called, and a car parked at the door after a while. An old man in Zhongshan suit, wearing a Zhongshan suit, walked into the gallery leisurely.

"Boss!" The waitress came forward and handed the oil painting in her hand.

The moment he saw the old man, Ren Bufan widened his eyes. Isn’t this the lustful old man I met at Luogu Temple? He turned out to be the owner of this gallery? No way?

The old man's eyes also glanced at Ren Bufan, his mouth raised slightly, he picked up the oil painting and took a casual look, and shook his head: "What is this painting? There is no artistic conception, no thoughts, no soul! The painting skills are OK, but there are still many shortcomings. They are not worth much, not worth anything!"

"Oh!" When the waitress heard this, she took the oil painting and turned to Ren Bufan, "Sorry! It seems that our gallery cannot accept your paintings..."

"You can't accept this painting!" The old man interrupted the waitress.

"Ah?" the waitress turned around in confusion, "Boss, what did you say?"

The old man ignored her and walked straight to Ren Bufan: "No one wants this broken painting. You have to draw some artistic conception, thoughts, and soul!"

"So you are the boss here?" Ren Bufan took over the oil painting, "What is an oil painting with artistic conception, thoughts, and soul?"

"Didn't I tell you?" The old man raised his eyebrows and said to him with a smile, "Fruit girl picture! Come on, draw one for me on the spot."

"Boss, he is still a child!" The waitress heard this and hurried over and said.
Chapter completed!