It Would Be Great If I Could Be a Copywriter

One afternoon plus one evening rush time.

In the early morning of the next day, the cool summer wind blew on the street.

Yinsha and Fengyu held a bunch of fans drawn in the apartment last night, pushed open the store door and walked in.

According to what a few people said yesterday, I can start displaying the fans today, and hold activities for the store that always has a negative turnover.

The two of them also wanted to perform well. Last night, they painted fans until late at night. Now they only feel that their right hands are sore and numb.

It's like a teenager with an Internet addiction who has lived all night to live the Zhizhen tokens. After a night, he is as happy as a fairy, and he only feels liver pain afterwards.

He yawned and rubbed his sleepy eyes.

The number of fans they completed yesterday totaled about thirty.

Not too many, but together with Su Chen and Su Xiaoxiao, it should break through a hundred.

One hundred fans is not too much, and it is not too much. It is enough to hold an event in this poor pastry shop with a small traffic flow.

But when they looked into the store, they were stunned by the sight in front of them - a new counter was placed in a spare part of the store, and every floor above it was filled with fans, or drawn by Su Chen. All kinds of good-looking two-dimensional characters, or Su Xiaoxiao's signature ink League of Legends paintings.

Whether it is a vivid and beautiful two-dimensional character, or an extremely beautiful ink style fan...

Each one is extremely delicate, and the quantity is amazing.

Could this be drawn by the brothers and sisters?

Yinsha felt unbelievable.

There are so many in quantity, and the quality is even more outrageous.

Is this still a human being who can make so many fans in one night?

What devil speed?

Even if it is made by computer, it is nothing more than that.

What surprised them the most was the two fans placed separately on the cashier counter, each of which was painted with portraits of two characters in ink style.

Slender eyebrows and big eyes, eyes full of soft light, on a pink and white face, with a high nose.

Although there are only a few simple ink lines, they vividly show the charm of the characters. It is not difficult to see that the people in the painting are the two of them.

"this is me?"

Feng Yu picked up the fan with her picture on it, and looked back and forth excitedly.

Since it is a painting, it must be pleasing to the eye. The two people painted in the fan are the same. Compared with the real person, they have a bit more intoxicating and unique temperament.

I don't know if it was drawn by Su Chen or Su Xiaoxiao, but I was surprised to see how it can be restored so vividly.

Just like the smile of the Mona Lisa, the person in the painting was shocked afterwards.

"Mr. Maoxuewang, did you and Mr. Su draw these yesterday?"

When Su Chen came down from upstairs, Yinsha couldn't help asking.

"Of course, the ink and wash styles are all Xiaoxiao's paintings, and the rest are mine. That guy put in a lot of effort yesterday." Su Chen smiled slightly.

"Where's Teacher Xiao Su?"

"Sleeping, of course.

Su Chen raised her eyebrows, "It's only past seven o'clock, and with her biological clock, it's absolutely impossible for her to come, so I brought all the painted fans by myself." "

"It's really her usual style..." Yinsha twitched the corner of her mouth and complained in a low voice.

"You guys look so good at drawing, this time the activity must be stable."

Feng Yu buried her little head, lying on the counter and looking at it non-stop.

To be honest, rather than using all these fans for activities, she would rather buy all the fans herself.

"By the way, do you want to use these two for activities?"

Yinsha took out the two fans that looked like the two of them, opened the folding fan straight away, and asked with complicated eyes.

And Feng Yu also secretly pricked up his ears and cast his gaze over.

"This is for you as a gift. I drew it with Xiaoxiao's leftover pen and ink last night. The painting is crude, so please accept it if you don't mind it." Su Chen said softly.

These days, he got to know two girls who are painters, and he also felt that he should take this opportunity to send some gifts along the way.

Because the two of them really helped him a lot, and they also studied painting very seriously.

Hearing this, the brows of the two women stretched out.

It's okay, it's not for sale.

"Why do you dislike it? Teacher Mao Xuewang's ink style paintings are so beautiful, I'm too happy." Yinsha showed a sweet smile, and pretended to dribble the ball into someone to hug Su Chen, but the latter left no trace dodge.

"Tch, how stingy, to actually take a five-cent fan as a present."

On the other side, Feng Yu unfolded her folding fan, although her mouth was poor, but her face was filled with a happy smile.

Carefully put the fan into the bag to avoid being confused with other fans. In her opinion, this fan is absolutely priceless.

Alas, I am so arrogant.

Then, the two girls took out the fans they painted one after another, and selected some that they thought were pretty good, and spread them out in the counter, filling the counter.

Speaking of summer, most of the stalls or shops selling folding fans are fans with rough landscape paintings printed on them, or they are written in words. Don’t be angry. It’s printed on fans, which looks rustic to young people. No, only those uncles and aunts in their fifties and sixties will buy and use them.

Like Su Chen's fan here, it must have a unique style and is hard to find in thousands of miles.

Therefore, after a few people tidied up the fans in a hurry, customers who came to the store were soon attracted.

It was a middle-aged office worker who originally wanted to buy some egg tarts and hot dogs for breakfast, but was attracted by the beautiful folding fans at the counter.

He picked up an ink style folding fan, on which was painted a female figure he didn't know, and on the other side were written four elegant characters "Mirror Flowers Water Moon".

It is the folding fan that depicts LeBlanc, the trick witch in League of Legends.

On the whole, it is full of charm, which suits his appetite.

"Young man, how do you sell this folding fan?"

The middle-aged man couldn't stop admiring the ink painting fan that he couldn't put it down.

It seemed that he even forgot what he was doing here.

"This is not for sale." Su Chen, who was sitting next to the cashier, explained, "You can get one free when you spend over 30 at one time, and get two free when you spend over 50. Of course, you can choose your own."

"Is that how it is calculated?"

This made the middle-aged man stunned for a moment. He was planning to spend money and buy one directly, but after listening to the event, he could only turn his attention to the food counter.

For this conscientious activity, you can spend 30 yuan to prostitute such a beautiful fan for nothing, no matter how you think about it, it is profitable!

So he said simply: "Then I want two ham sandwiches, five egg tarts, a Cheese Tycoon, and a glass of iced Americano, are these enough for thirty?"

"Enough is enough." Su Chen nodded repeatedly.

"Okay, then I'll choose this one, the ink painting fan!" The middle-aged man carefully folded the LeBlanc fan.

"Okay, thank you for your patronage."

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