Reborn in 85: Starting with a family split and becoming the richest man, the ungrateful wretch regre

Lu Yao rolled his eyes at him, spread his hands and said, "After I finish painting these, I have to send them all to Han Bingcheng."

"I can't even keep a single penny for myself, how am I supposed to make money? I can't even leave this courtyard."

Lu Jianjun shook his head: "You went to jail last time for painting fake paintings, so this path was never going to work."

Lu Yao sat back down in his chair, lit a cigarette, and said irritably, "Then how do we make money?"

Lu Jianjun, with a stern face, asked, "Does that guy come here often?"

Lu Yao shook his head: "He will come twice a week. You will take care of me from now on."

“There are people watching this street. We'd better not even think about running away, otherwise, given Han Bingcheng’s personality, he might really kill me.”

Lu Jianjun paused for a moment and said, "You don't necessarily have to sell your paintings yourself. I see that many newspapers and magazines need illustrations now. Why don't you try submitting your work under my name?"

Lu Jianjun stayed here for a few months and heard that there were many tabloids of all sizes in Guangzhou. He even read some of the old ones and found them quite interesting.

Lu Yao was immediately struck by a surprise; this was something he hadn't expected.

Lu Jianjun immediately patted Lu Yao on the shoulder and said, "I'm going out to buy groceries and I'll also pick up a few magazines where I can submit illustrations."

Lu Yao nodded and took out two yuan from the drawer.

Han Bingcheng gave him 10 yuan a month for living expenses. He wouldn't starve, but he definitely wouldn't live well.

Lu Jianjun took the money, put on a mask, and quickly went out.

Lu Yao breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at Lu Jianjun's back, he suddenly realized that the best decision he had made since being placed under house arrest was to call Lu Jianjun over.

After leaving home, Lu Jianjun first went to the vegetable market to buy vegetables, and then went around to the side of the common people's area to buy a bunch of expired magazines for a very low price.

He carried the groceries and a pile of magazines back to the small farmhouse. Lu Yao was still inside drawing, his expression contorted, clearly forced to draw.

Lu Jianjun placed a stack of magazines on the chair next to him and went to the kitchen to cook.

When he finished cooking and came back, he found Lu Yao sitting on the chair, flipping through the magazines.

He patiently cut out the submission page with scissors and put it in a relatively hidden drawer before dusting his hands and saying, "Let's eat."

After the two finished their meal, Lu Yao took advantage of the fact that the person watching him hadn't arrived yet and immediately began to work on submitting the manuscript.

He's lived for over 20 years and has never put so much effort into painting before. This time, he's risking his life to earn money.

He studied the painting for two hours before starting to draw, and he drew four paintings in one night.

The next morning, Lu Jianjun took the four paintings and submitted them to four different tabloids.

The most famous tabloid here is called Shi Yue Tian Xia. Lu Jianjun paid special attention to this magazine, so he submitted his first submission to it.

Little did they know that "Shi Yue Tian Xia" was the tabloid that Lu Yang had Zhou Zhimin run.

After submitting his article, he went to buy groceries before rushing home.

"It's already been mailed. The address is the nearby post office. I'll go check it again in a couple of days."

Lu Jianjun smiled, feeling that life was full of hope again.

Lu Yao continued to work in silence on the paintings that Han Bingcheng had asked him to paint.

Lu Jianjun felt a little sorry for Lu Yao, so he gave him more meat soup.

Lu Yao frowned: "Where did you get the money? The money that bastard Han Bingcheng gave me was only enough to buy vegetables, not meat."

Lu Jianjun said with a kind smile, "I've made some money working as a security guard these past few months. Eat more, you've lost weight."

Lu Yao absentmindedly ate a few bites of food and drank some meat soup, then couldn't help but sigh.

"You paint so well, they will definitely buy your paintings, don't worry."

Lu Jianjun saw through his thoughts and quickly comforted him.

Lu Yao shook his head: "I'm not worried about that. I'm afraid you'll make too much of a move and be discovered by Han Bingcheng's men."

Lu Jianjun immediately looked worried. He nodded helplessly and said, "I will be more careful in the future."

The two continued eating in silence, but the atmosphere was somewhat heavy. Lu Jianjun bit his chopsticks, feeling extremely annoyed.

He tried to make conversation by asking, "Where do you plan to go after leaving Guangzhou?"

Lu Yao was silent for a while before saying, "Let's go to Shanghai. It's a better place to develop."

Lu Jianjun nodded. Although he really wanted to go back to his hometown, even though he had a bad reputation there, it was still the place where he had lived for almost 40 years and knew the people there very well.

Shanghai was a place he had never been to before, and he was somewhat unsure of himself.

But the thought of being able to continue being with Lu Yao made it all worthwhile.

Two days later, Lu Jianjun went to the post office again to inquire, and he received two replies.

He didn't care about that tabloid's reply.

However, the prices offered by the other two tabloids were also quite good.

Lu Jianjun roughly calculated that if he contributed articles to these two tabloids every month, he could earn more than 140 yuan a month.

Although the money wasn't much, once they established a good relationship, even if they went to Shanghai, Lu Yao could continue to take on drawing commissions to make a living.

Lu Jianjun immediately ran back to the small house and told Lu Yao the news.

Lu Yao asked with a straight face, "Just 140 yuan?"

Lu Jianjun knew that Lu Yao thought it wasn't enough, so he sighed and said, "We can't expect to get rich overnight, after all, you're not that famous."

"I don't think those famous painters paint very well, not even as well as you. They're just famous, aren't they?"

Lu Yao said in a deep voice, "I can't be famous. If I want to be famous, it can only be in the news as a prisoner who came back from the dead."

Lu Jianjun's heart clenched as he listened, and he said resentfully, "Don't be afraid, just keep drawing with my ID card."

"Once we become famous, we'll make a lot of money, hire an assassin, and kill Lu Yang."

“Tian Zhaodi is a good-for-nothing. Lu Xing and Lu Yue are still young. As long as you kill Lu Yang, all of Lu Yang’s property will be yours.”

A murderous glint flashed in Lu Yao's eyes, further solidifying his determination to work hard and earn money.

He immediately found all the addresses of the manuscripts he had cut out yesterday and started drawing them carefully.

Lu Jianjun quietly took the groceries out to cook. After preparing the meal, he placed it on the table and tiptoed to Lu Yao's side.

Lu Yao looked up at the table and said, "You eat first, I only need to finish one more painting."

Lu Jianjun quietly sat down next to him and whispered, "I'll wait until you're done eating so we can eat together."

Lu Yao spent another half hour drawing before finally finishing the last painting he had submitted.

During the meal, Lu Yao's hands were trembling. He was so angry that he threw down his chopsticks and roared.

Lu Jianjun didn't dare to breathe loudly, just staring at Lu Yao silently, completely helpless.

Don't squat on the ground with your head in your hands. It takes a long time for you to calm down. Then slowly get up and sit at the table, eating in silence.