Seeing that a random painting could trigger such a severe chain reaction, even Yang Xiaofan was a little excited even though he was a good person.

After all, that was done by oneself!

Gu Hao, who was standing beside him, was still chattering endlessly, so excited.

"Old Yang, now there are rewards everywhere in the school. As long as you find this master of painting, you can start with 50,000 yuan! We two brothers, just pull him out and take the 50,000 yuan to treat your brain. Maybe you will be fine."

Yang Xiaofan didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

It was his luck to have Gu Hao, a good best friend, but he was always considered to be brainless and he was helpless.

With a light cough, Yang Xiaofan said with a serious expression:

"Fatty, actually... that master of Chinese painting is me!"

“???”

Gu Hao frowned and looked at Yang Xiaofan.

Yang Xiaofan looked at him speechless.

"It's really me, you believe me."

"That...I believe you, so I'll go out and look for it first to see if there are any clues. Stay in the dormitory and don't walk around."

As he said that, Gu Hao quickly got up and left the dormitory.

A moment later, Yang Xiaofan heard Gu Hao's anxious voice coming from the corridor.

"Hey, Doctor Li? Didn't you say that my brother's brain will not continue to deteriorate? Why do I feel that he seems to be more serious? Are you sure you don't prescribe some medicine to refresh him or something?"

“…”

Yang Xiaofan was speechless.

However, this also reminded him of it.

It is difficult for ordinary people to understand such things. Now, he may not be able to expose his own changes by exposing them too much.

Otherwise, if someone is caught and treated as a guinea pig, wouldn’t I have no place to cry?

After thinking carefully and carefully, Yang Xiaofan registered a new forum account, a new WeChat account, and posted a post.

"I am the painter who paints on campus walls. Now I am selling all kinds of fine paintings. I can book it. I sincerely want it. Add me on WeChat 5421."

As soon as it was posted, Yang Xiaofan received several replies.

There is no way. Now the matter of painters has been popular in college, and there are posts about painters everywhere.

However, when Yang Xiaofan opened the post, his face turned dark.

"Damn it, a damn liar, how can he take advantage of the popularity?"

"If you are really a painter of that level, you still have to sell paintings in the forum?"

"Everyone report it together and let the bar office block his post."

...

A series of cursing black posts made Yang Xiaofan very angry.

"Grass, wait until I draw it, let's see what else you say."

After saying that, Yang Xiaofan turned off the computer angrily, walked out of the dormitory, and went to buy painting tools.

...

On the other hand, the principal's office has long been in chaos.

The phones rang one after another, making the principal's head bigger.

After finally pulling out the phone line and turning off the phone, before I could breathe a sigh of relief, the secretary walked in with his high heels.

"Principal, the president of Yushi Group, the city just called you and said that he wanted to meet the painter. Please come forward and help arrange it."

The principal responded unhappily:

"What a nonsense! I want to know who he is, and it is still his turn to arrange it? Now the big guys who call the painter outside can circle my office dozens of times! President Chen of the Municipal Painting Association and Mr. Zhang, a master of Chinese painting...Who is not higher than him?"

"What did the security department say? Have the surveillance monitors found?"

"The security department is also busy. When the security guard found out in the morning, the painter ran away. He ran too fast and the security guard did not catch up. In addition, he seemed to be very familiar with our campus and avoided all surveillance cameras, so there was no clue to checking the surveillance."

"Then check it again! As long as he is a person, he can't just disappear out of thin air! You must find him for me, otherwise, I'm afraid I won't even think about staying firm."

"yes!"

...

After leaving the dormitory, Yang Xiaofan immediately came to a nearby painting shop.

Next to the university town, painting tools are easy to buy. Many people who think they have artistic bacteria like to develop some hobbies and moods.

"Boss, how much is the cheapest set of ordinary Chinese painting tools?"

The boss is a bald middle-aged and elderly person in his fifties. The sly smile on his face reveals his experience of slapping customers for many years.

"It's not expensive, it's only more than a thousand."

"What? A set of ordinary painting tools costs more than one thousand, why don't you grab them?"

Yang Xiaofan was shocked.

His monthly meal expenses are only 1,200 yuan, and it costs more than 1,000 yuan to buy the most ordinary painting set.

"Is this expensive? A good painting tool costs tens of thousands of dollars!"

Yang Xiaofan couldn't help but sigh in his heart, "Let's pay the price to play literature and art."

However, in order to make money, he could only grit his teeth and pay first.

"Then give me a set. Will there be any discount?"

"Student is 9:50% off. For the sake of your just stepping into the painting path, I will give you 100 yuan and charge you 1,400 yuan."

"One thousand four? Damn, I really want to be on credit, can I pay you a lot?"

The bald boss with a smile on his face turned around and walked back to the store.

“This store does not have any credit!”

Yang Xiaofan vomited blood in depression.

His monthly living expenses are only more than 1,000 yuan, and he still has to eat.

The 10,000 yuan Gu Hao gave him before had been recharged by him. Moreover, it was the money of his classmates. After he earned money, he still had to pay it back to everyone.

If you buy painting tools now, if you can’t sell paintings for a while, you may have to chew steamed buns these days.

Just when he was depressed, he suddenly glanced at a beautiful figure from the corner of his eyes, which made Yang Xiaofan's eyes lit up.

Without saying a word, Yang Xiaofan took a step and trotted over.

"Squad leader, why are you here too?"

"Yang Xiaofan?"

What Yang Xiaofan saw was nothing but the squad leader Qin Nuanyu.

At this moment, she was standing in front of an automatic target shooting machine, staring at the toys inside, and she couldn't help but feel a little surprised when she saw Yang Xiaofan.

"What are you doing here?"

"Uh... I'm here to buy something, but the money is not enough. I want to ask the squad leader, you can borrow some money and you will be paid back in a few days."

Qin Nuanyu frowned.

"If I remember correctly, the class donated 10,000 yuan to you today, right? Are you out of money so soon?"

Yang Xiaofan touched his nose awkwardly.

"Some little troubles have been spent. But don't worry, I will definitely give it back to everyone if I have loosened my hands in a few days."

Qin Nuanyu nodded.

"Just remember, how much do you borrow?"

"Not much, borrow a thousand."

"good."
Chapter completed!