Traveling through time and space to become a child, supporting the family by catching fish and shrim

After saying goodbye to Li Jun, Chen Lang did not rush home, but went to Xie Qinghuan's house first.

Xie Qinghuan has no performance tasks today and is resting at home.

She was very happy to see Chen Lang coming.

However, after hearing Chen Lang's words, the smile on Xie Qinghuan's face gradually disappeared.

"Does it take so long to come back?" Xie Qinghuan lowered his head and said in a low voice.

Chen Lang hummed, "It's just business trip, there's nothing I can do."

Then he took out a booklet from his bosom and handed it to Xie Qinghuan: "Go to Guhong Tower tomorrow and give this to Mr. Tian."

"Inside are the outlines of some of the stories I wrote. You can ask Mr. Tian to fill in the stories according to the outlines. It should be enough to tell for more than half a year."

"Besides that, I'll sing a few more songs for you. Please write them down and perform them later."

Xie Qinghuan said, "I'll go get the zither."

After Xie Qinghuan brought the piano back, Chen Lang drank some tea to moisten his throat and started singing directly.

Chen Lang sang all the representative ancient style songs he could think of, even popular online songs like "囍". As for whether they were suitable, he let Xie Qinghuan choose for himself.

He sang more than ten songs in one breath and stopped only when his throat was almost smoking.

Xie Qinghuan was indeed very talented in music. Out of a dozen songs, Chen Lang only had to sing them once, but she could play most of them completely.

It took another half an hour for Xie Qinghuan to memorize all the songs before Chen Lang stood up to say goodbye.

Xie Qinghuan bowed to Chen Lang and said, "Sir, I wish you a smooth trip and a speedy return."

Chen Lang smiled and nodded, and replied in a slightly hoarse voice: "Thank you for your good wishes."

"Thank you, everyone. If you encounter any difficulties, please tell my wife or Miss Xu. Don't be so reserved."

Xie Qinghuan said, "I will, take care of yourself, sir."

Chen Lang bowed and said, "Goodbye."

Then Chen Lang came to Ma Baoguo's painting academy.

When Ma Baoguo saw Chen Lang, he was as enthusiastic as if he had seen his own father.

Because Chen Lang not only revitalized his art academy, but also saved his dignity in Tingxue Tower.

The two favors combined are no less than the favor of giving birth.

"Mr. Chen, the album you requested has been framed."

"This is the finished product. Take a look. If you're not satisfied with anything, just tell me and I'll have those little bastards fix it right away."

Chen Lang looked at the three thick albums in his hands and said in surprise, "Dean Ma, these are more than twice as thick as we agreed."

"You didn't mobilize all the students in the academy to draw this thing, did you?"

"Won't it delay your advertising?"

Dean Ma said solemnly, "Mr. Chen, your order is much more important than advertising."

"Besides, our art academy has a good reputation. Even if we don't accept any advertisements for twenty days, it won't have any impact."

Chen Lang said: "Thank you very much."

"Mr. Chen, it's not too late to say thank you after you've seen it. If the painting is not good, your thank you would be a slap in my face." Ma Baoguo said with a smile.

Chen Lang nodded and opened the album.

All the pictures in the album are very delicately drawn and strictly in accordance with Chen Lang's requirements.

It is not a traditional Chinese ink painting, but a modern Q-version portrait.

In order to make the students of the art academy understand what Q version is, Chen Lang put in a lot of effort.

Fortunately, the final result was very gratifying.

After closing the album, Chen Lang took out a thick stack of silver bills and handed it to Ma Baoguo.

Ma Baoguo waved his hands repeatedly and said, "Mr. Chen, we agreed that this album will not be charged a penny."

"You give me money, aren't you scolding me?"

"I can't take this money."

Chen Lang grabbed Ma Baoguo's hand, slapped the banknote into his palm, and said, "Dean Ma, this is hard work money for the students."

"It's not easy for them to draw images in this style."

"This money can be regarded as spiritual compensation for them."

After some tug-of-war, Ma Baoguo finally accepted the stack of banknotes reluctantly.

Chen Lang continued, "Dean Ma, do you think this album, with the stories inside, would be worth selling if it were sold?"

Ma Baoguo slapped his thigh and said, "Oh, Master Chen, we are thinking the same thing."

"The stories in it are short and concise, and extremely suitable for entertaining children."

"My little grandson loves the stories in it so much that he keeps pestering me to tell him the stories every night."

Chen Lang smiled and said, "It's a fairy tale, and children will definitely like it."

"Dean Ma, you can split this album into three volumes: upper, middle, and lower. Start by making the upper volume and put it on the market to test the waters. If the effect is good, then make the middle and lower volumes."

"In addition, we can also create regular editions, hardcover editions, deluxe editions, and so on. For example, the regular edition only has the story but no illustrations, the hardcover edition has some illustrations, and the deluxe edition has all the illustrations."

“You can even make an ultimate edition and put more exquisite illustrations in it.”

"You can decide how to do it yourself. The principle is that for children's books, the illustrations must be cute and exaggerated. Traditional Chinese painting is too freehand, and most children won't understand the charm of it."

"If it succeeds in the end, just give me 20% of the copyright fees."

Ma Baoguo said, "Twenty percent is not enough. It has to be half and half at least."

Chen Lang said, "Twenty percent is enough. That's it."

Ma Baoguo was so moved that tears welled up in his eyes. He said, "Master Chen, I really..."

Chen Lang smiled and said, "Dean Ma, please don't be like this. It makes me feel embarrassed."

"If there is nothing else, I will take my leave."

Dean Ma straightened his expression and asked, "Mr. Chen, are you going on a long journey?"

Chen Lang nodded: "Well, it may take more than half a year for him to come back."

Ma Baoguo sighed, "Where are we going that takes so long?"

Chen Lang shrugged: "I can't say."

Ma Baoguo bowed and said, "Okay, Mr. Chen, I wish you a safe journey and everything goes well."

"Ma and all the students of the art academy are at Linshui, waiting for your return."

Chen Lang bowed in return, "Thanks to Dean Ma's good wishes, I will definitely come back."

After leaving the painting academy, Chen Lang was about to go to Guhong Tower to say hello to Manager Hu, but he met two officers instead.

"Mr. Chen, I finally found you."

Chen Lang frowned and said, "What's the matter?"

The officer said, "Lord Chang invites Master Chen to come to the county office for a chat."

Chen Lang said: "Is that so? Then please come in."

The officer waved his hand, and a carriage slowly drove up, saying, "Mr. Chen, please get in."

"Thank you." Chen Lang stepped on a stool and got into the carriage.

A quarter of an hour later, the carriage drove into the county government compound.

After Chen Lang got off the car, he saw Chang Anmin and Wang Yunzhang standing side by side in the yard waiting for him.