I earn really hard money

(Happy Lantern Festival to all book lovers)

On the pier, the tourists who should board the ship are basically on board, and the staff perform their duties in their own positions. Only people who are waving their arms off are left on the pier.

He Xia found the boarding gate and showed the receipt in hand to the guard guarding the cabin door.

"The people who checked the body have already boarded the ship. You can't board the ship without a health check!"

The guard looked at He Xia suspiciously.

The health check is mainly for teeth and hair. This measure is only implemented for third-class passengers. If it is a first- or second-class ticket, it is completely exempt from inspection, because people who can afford first- and second-class tickets will not be long. lice...

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He Xia touched his clean chin, shook his clothes again, and said: "As you can see, Mr. Security, who is dedicated to his duties, I am very clean and spotless all over my body. As for why I only have a third-class ticket, huh hehe……"

At the end, He Xia pretended to be mysterious shaking his head and smiling, as if he was telling some unknown secret.

He wants to create a sense of his noble birth, and use it to confuse others, so as to get better treatment, because he knows that in the current social environment, status is very important!

Fortunately, I am already a rich man in the real world, otherwise some temperament and behavior really cannot be imitated!

Sure enough, when the guard saw He Xia's calm and composed movements, his complexion changed a lot, and he was uncertain about the identity of the other party, but the penetrating elegance and lazy temperament were definitely not something a slovenly tramp could control.

He guessed that the person in front of him was probably the heir of a rich man, and he might have lost all his money in a casino, and he would not be able to contact the family for a while...

"Please get on board, your cabin is the first cabin in the third row."

"Thank you!"

He Xia took back the ticket with a smile, and just as he was about to take a step, hurried steps came from behind him.

Looking back, Jack Dawson ran over in a panic with big bags...

"Sure enough, I can't shake it off!"

He Xia pouted secretly, and stepped on the Titanic first!
His choice was the same as that of most passengers. He did not rush to the room immediately, but boarded the deck of the third-class cabin.

The Titanic was 270 meters long and 28 meters wide. He Xia, who came here a hundred years later, did not think it was so majestic, but in the eyes of others, it was a great industrial creation.

"Goodbye! I will miss you, my dear, remember not to go to Dougal in the neighboring village..."

"Mom and Dad, I will definitely look like a man in the United States, wait for me!"

"Dear Linda, I will definitely save up wealth, and then take you and my son to the United States, I love you!"

On the fence, countless passengers waved their hands, with smiles on their faces, or with tears, shouting loudly, making the already sad parting even more sad...

He Xia stood quietly among the crowd, his mood didn't fluctuate much, and he didn't act like Jack Dawson in the movie, because he was really not too excited about boarding the Titanic, but a series of tasks Let him worry about it.

With the help of the sea breeze, let your thoughts be clearer, and turn your head to look.

On the higher deck, the target of the Punisher mission appears!

Carl Hockley, who was wearing a decent suit, was admiring the scenery accompanied by his butler and bodyguard, with his head raised slightly, and his eyes were full of superiority, and he glanced in the direction of the third-class deck.

woohoo...

The siren sounded again, and the staff at the pier let go of the reins with thick arms, and the cruise ship was about to set sail!
"The fun experience has begun!"

He Xia was knocked down by the man next to him who kept blowing kisses towards the shore, but he didn't care, and walked down the deck slowly.

"Asshole, walk carefully..."

"Sorry, the aisle is too narrow."

"Then you have to use your eyes more, this is the third class cabin, not the damn first class cabin!"

"Lu Qi, Lu Qi, run slowly..."

He Xia walked slowly to the third-class cabin, the noisy environment was even more chaotic than a seaside tavern, the mother chased the running children, the young partners flirted with each other because they were too excited, and some people were disgusted because they had too much luggage...

"NO.60..."

He Xia quickly found the room according to the guard's prompt.

Push the door and walk in, just like in the movie, two people have arrived ahead of time, looking at themselves with strange eyes.

"Charlotte, hello both of you."

He Xia waved his hand slightly.

The blond-haired man asked curiously: "Boy, this should be our companion's ticket. How did you get it?"

He Xia shook his head blankly, and said, "On the pier, a drunkard sold it to me."

After all, he threw the backpack on the upper berth, and naturally left the lower berth to Jack Dawson.

After hearing He Xia's words, the two men covered their faces together. The black-haired man shook his head and said, "After all, we still can't get rid of the bad habits. It's okay, even if a drunkard follows us to the United States, it won't end well!"

"Yes, you will die in the mine if you drink too much..."

At this moment, the door was pushed open again.

The hurried Jack Dawson was slightly stunned when he saw the three people in the room. He wanted to see which damn guy secretly took Fabrizio's ticket, but now it seems uncertain...

The two big and tall guys don't look easy to mess with, and the guy on the upper bunk is very elegant, and he doesn't look like a guy grabbing a ticket, or that ticket doesn't belong to this room?

Jack Dawson was relieved after explaining himself a sentence, wandering around the world, his mental quality is very good, if he is always annoyed by the things that have passed, then he would have died on a dirty street corner long ago.

"Hi... three, hello, my name is Jack, Jack Dawson, meeting for the first time, nice to meet you!"

Jack Dawson quickly adjusted his mentality and greeted the three very warmly.

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The blond man said dully, "Mark..."

"Hi, hello, my name is Hans." The black-haired man was a little more enthusiastic.

Knowing that the companion who had met had drunk and sold the ticket, the two of them no longer wanted to inquire about the situation of the other companion.

"Charlotte, hello, Jack."

A strange expression appeared on He Xia's face, and he said in his heart that he wanted to save your life, but you left the opportunity to Fabrizio, and he will thank you forever...or suffer from survivor syndrome!

"This gigantic ship is an industrial marvel, isn't it, folks."

Jack Dawson approached He Xia with a relaxed tone.

Mark and Hans simply nodded their heads, and then buried themselves in their own work, pouring all their money into buying a boat ticket, just to go to the other side of the ocean to chase an illusory dream, the pressure in their hearts can be imagined, they did not What about sex.

He Xia is different. Aside from being one of the few difficult tasks, he is very happy to quietly experience the customs and cultures of different worlds. In addition, he also needs to brainwash Jack so that he can plan better in the future, so he said: .

"Yes, the appearance of this ship is amazing. Mr. Dawson, you seem to be a painter?"

He Xia pointed to the backpack that Jack Dawson put aside. Actually, there was no clue, but he knew it in advance.

"Call me Jack, I'm not Mr...." Jack's smile was full of contagion, he patted his backpack, and said, "Charlotte, you are right, I am a wandering painter."

He Xia opened the backpack, took out the drawing board and a few sketch pens, and said, "Maybe this is fate."

"Oh, so you also love painting?" Jack was very surprised, and stretched out his hand: "Can I see your paintings, Charlotte."

He Xia smiled and turned over the drawing board, but at this moment, the smile on his face froze, and the corners of his mouth twitched visibly.

The painting tools are all equipped by He Xia through the portal. He hasn’t opened it yet, and thought there was nothing inside, but the first sketch turned out to be a Doraemon eating dorayaki!
Lack of color, but both expression and expression are vivid, and because of the artistic method of sketching, in some respects, they are even more vivid than those shown in cartoon books.

"Cough...please wait a moment."

He Xia raised his hand to stop Jack leaning against him. He turned to the second page, pushing the reflective glasses with one hand and pointing at Conan with the other!
On the third page, Vegetto releases Qigong waves towards himself...

On the fourth page, Luffy has three bites and one pig!

On the fifth page, spiral pills!
On the sixth page, Swastika!

……

He Xia couldn't understand the evil taste of the portal.

"Here, it's just some reverie creation, very rough..."

I didn't intend to show it to Jack at first, but after thinking about it, I feel that it doesn't matter. These paintings will sink to the bottom of the sea thousands of meters deep with the cold sea water, and then slowly rot.

Jack smiled, and took the drawing board from He Xia very politely. After turning over the first page, the smile on his face froze immediately.

Between the light and the darkness, there is an unknown creature with a naive smile on its face. It can't see the eyebrows, and the ball hand is holding something that seems to be food and stuffing it into its mouth. The smile exudes satisfaction.

There are details in the abstraction, and the whimsical image is full of childishness.

"It's amazing!"

Jack yelled, his bangs flew up, and the shock in his eyes was stronger than when he saw the Titanic.

Laymen watch the fun, and insiders watch the doorway. As a senior sketch artist, Jack understands the essentials of the techniques. Leaving aside the creative elements themselves, there are also drawing skills that are worth learning for him.

Attracted by Jack's voice, Hans tilted his head and looked, a round creature?

He couldn't appreciate it, so he pouted and shook his head, expressing his disapproval of Sister Li.

Jack was immersed in the painting, and then flipped back. Although he didn't know every character, he was very excited by the details in the painting. This is a masterpiece!

There are nine pictures in total, and the last one is also the only female character, with brisk short hair, gentle eyes, and a sweet smile, which makes people curl their mouths unconsciously.

"Charlotte, is this lady your lover?"

Jack pointed to the drawing paper and asked.

He Xia shook her head with a smile, and said, "No, no, she's not... she's still young, and she's studying at No. [-] Tokyo Municipal No. [-] Middle School."

"New Tokyo..."

The strange yet familiar place name made Jack slightly stunned. He remembered that this place seemed to be in far away Asia, and the strong sense of distance made him feel a little frustrated: "I really want to see this girl's smile with my own eyes. I will definitely record it with a pen and paper." come down..."

"By the way, Charlotte, your drawing skills are very advanced. Excuse me, can you give me some pointers?"

"This one……"

He Xia thought quickly, he felt that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, as long as Jack could find some things to do that were hard to distract, then Jack would have no time to pick up girls, and his task would be much easier!
Changing Jack's future trajectory is a necessary part!
Jack's EQ is not low, and he can easily see that He Xia hesitates, but he really wants to learn, so he has no intention of giving up, and looks at He Xia with devout eyes.

"Of course there is no problem, but are you sure you want to study painting in a narrow room while influencing Mark and Hans to rest?"

He Xia said with a smile.

Mark and Hans waved their hands, expressing that it doesn't matter. They felt that although the two young men were dressed plainly, they were both elegant and had a very different temperament from them. They liked to hear them exchange some artistic matters.

"Oh, sorry……"

Jack was glad that his piety had been rewarded, but at the same time he felt uncomfortable. He immediately picked up the backpack and asked He Xia with his eyes.

He Xia nodded and said, "Let's go to the deck and paint!"

The decks enjoyed by each class are completely different. The deck of the third class is at the bottom. Although the place is not small, due to the large number of people in the third class, many people do not want to rest in the narrow cabin, so they all come to the deck to let the wind out. , there are especially many people.

When He Xia and Jack appeared on the deck, they immediately attracted the attention of many people...

There are more than 2000 passengers and boatmen on board, and the third-class passengers account for about half, and the proportion of women is not small.

"My God, my sun..."

A girl with an Italian accent held her face in her hands and looked ahead drunkenly. The men in Sicily were difficult to understand. She didn't expect to see the sun of life as soon as she boarded the boat.

Her companion followed the girl's gaze, and a light flashed in her eyes.

In their eyes, He Xia and Jack seemed to have a halo, and the whole person exuded a charming brilliance.

Two handsome men walked together with drawing boards on their backs. Although they couldn't hear what they were saying, it could be seen from the movements of their hands and feet that they were very elegant. Even if they were dressed plainly, they couldn't hide their faces.

The attractive face not only attracts women, even some men can't help but peek at it, because the ship departs from Southampton, and they use smoking to cover their eyes...

He Xia's psychological quality is already strong, coupled with the edification of the real world, he has long been accustomed to the eyes of his surroundings. Jack's experience is also unusual. He often paints for people in the downtown area, and being surrounded by people is commonplace.

Under so many gazes, He Xia took Jack to find a quieter place, but it was already occupied by several seventeen or eighteen-year-old girls.

It imitates the tailoring style of high-end skirts, but unfortunately the clothes lack three-dimensionality due to the rough fabrics, and the very cheap plain colors make it not high-end at first glance.

Fortunately, the girls are young enough, the skin on their faces is full of elasticity, and the youthful atmosphere makes up for the lack of clothing, and the sweetness of honey exudes from every frown and smile.

"Beautiful ladies, I don't know if we are painting here, will it affect the rest of you?"

He Xia performed a gentleman's salute very politely. He learned from Jack, not Jack Dawson, but Sparrow. It seemed a little awkward.

Several girls had noticed He Xia and Jack a long time ago. Seeing them getting closer and closer, their hearts beat faster and faster. Facing He Xia's question, two of the girls blushed even more, and hurriedly stepped aside. let.

"You, you can draw, it won't affect us..."

A girl with a sky-blue turban on her head said, a blush appeared on her fair cheeks.

"Thank you guys."

He Xia nodded and smiled. He didn't expect European girls to be so conservative a hundred years ago, and they would blush when they spoke to men.

Thinking back to several overseas female friends, especially Sansa, who were so passionate that it was hard to resist. What happened to the people on that continent in the past hundred years...

"The change of light in a day is very mysterious. It is not just as simple as light and dark. Excellent painters can capture the changes very keenly. My teacher, well, it doesn't matter who he is, who taught me to perceive the same scenery under different lights. Different attitudes..."

He Xia started class, and Jack was stupefied by talking nonsense.

Especially the vague reluctance to say who the teacher is, which made Jack couldn't help but think about a certain master.

"For example, the boundless sea in front of you, or the flying birds flying by in the distance, will show different postures in the afternoon sun, in the evening sunset, and in the morning sun. The forgotten scenery is worth recording with a brush..."

He Xia's acting skills are far better than that of Xiao Lizi at that time. The eloquent and elegant sentences, combined with the extremely expressive body movements, make Jack's eyes follow the direction he is pointing.

Jack was not the only one attending the class. The four girls around were reluctant to leave. They stood aside and listened quietly, admiring the peerless beauty. At this moment, their hearts almost melted.

"I once stayed by Big Ben for a month to paint for people, a month of sunrise and sunset, sunny days and rainy days, but I only noticed the changes in light and shade superficially, and never paid attention to the changes in the posture of objects under different lighting... "

"Ingenious description, like injecting life and soul into objects, what a profound technique! Thank you, Charlotte, you opened a door for me!"

After a long while, Jack came back to his senses and highly recognized Professor He Xia's technique. Then he took out the pencil from the drawing board very seriously, sharpened it, and started to draw like no one else was there.

"Yes, that's the attitude, Jack, keep it up, you'll be able to comprehend the essence of it!"

He Xia encouraged Jack, then stood up and said, "I'm going to the toilet, you draw first, we'll study if there are any problems."

Jack didn't even look away, just nodded perfunctorily, he was already in the mood.

He Xia was very satisfied with the result, and he walked to the side. The pictures that can be shown in the movie are limited after all, so he needs to investigate it himself.

Too bad someone didn't want him to go...

Several girls encouraged a companion and pushed her from behind.

A girl wearing a white turban and two golden braids hanging from her shoulders stood in front of He Xia with some embarrassment.

"Sir, good afternoon, I, I'm Taramir, from Austria-Hungary Trieste, you, where are you, where are you from?"

The shy girl asked boldly, not even daring to meet He Xia's eyes.

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"If you ask about the place of birth, it is in an unknown country in the UK. If you ask where my home is, it is currently this ship, and in the future it should be New York, or it may be anywhere in the world."

It seemed that it was just to ask where He Xia came from. After listening to the answer, the girl nodded shyly, then smiled embarrassedly, turned and ran away...

He Xia didn't pay much attention to a small episode. He glanced at Jack who was serious about painting, and whispered to the three girls: "Help me keep an eye on him. If he is lazy, please remember to tell me."

The girls felt that it was a bright spring, and the flowers were blooming in their eyes. They nodded quickly and agreed to He Xia's request.

Saying goodbye to the girls, He Xia was full of respect for them.

Just imagine, if you were the person you were a few months ago, in this day and age, would you have the courage to take a transoceanic cruise ship to a strange country on the other side to make a living?

the answer is negative!

He Xia knew his character, and never dared to take such a risk, so he admired the determination of these girls, but unfortunately, the god of fate couldn't see their efforts, and maybe he would show favor at the end...

There is nothing to study on the deck of the third-class cabin, and it is unrealistic to cross the obstacle to the upper deck under the sharp eyes of the guards. He Xia walked into the cabin, walked through the various functions inside, and chatted with people.

During this process, He Xia figured out a lot of routes, which confused him when he first watched the movie, but everything became clear after field inspection.

Most importantly, He Xia found the laundry room. In the cloakroom full of loopholes in supervision, she easily chose a very suitable formal suit, from inside to outside.

Fine fabrics, sharp tailoring, a slightly less fitted fit, and it's all good without the "Edward Douglas" embroidered plaque.

Prepare a formal suit, and even without the help of Mrs. Molly Brown, I won't be blinded.