The Charming Life of Rebirth

He Xingjun was stunned when he saw the model.He didn't expect Xiao Lin to move so fast and finish such a complicated design in two days.

What He Xingjun admired the most were the few private rooms. He himself was a frequent visitor to the dance hall, and he would often meet some acquaintances there.Sometimes I want to talk about something, but I can only give up because it is too noisy.And with such a private room, as long as the sound insulation is good, what can we talk about?Xiao Lin also designed the location of the private room to be slightly higher. If a piece of translucent glass is installed, everything in the ballroom can be seen.

The arrangement of seats is also very comfortable, ordinary public positions; railings, hidden positions separated by flower troughs, and wine tasting positions in front of the bar are all good, and you can choose according to your consumption.

Xiao Lin said: "Uncle San, my model is made of cardboard, and I am most afraid of fire. You should not use such materials when building a house."

He Xingjun was thoughtful: "Don't worry, Linlin, Third Uncle must take precautions against fire."

Xiao Lin also just reminded, after all, there are many incidents of ballroom fires in the future, so it is better to take precautions.

After reading the model designed by Xiao Lin, He Xingjun told Xiao Lin the price of the drawing again.

Xiao Lin frowned: "Third Uncle, I can only draw one floor plan of the villa, and I can't draw the stairs. I can make the model of this song and dance hall, but I can't draw the blueprint. I don't know how to draw the different heights of the roof. come out."

In fact, of course Xiao Lin can draw, but he is only eight years old now, knowing too much is not necessarily a good thing.

He Xingjun laughed out loud when he heard the words, Xiao Lin looked like a child at this time.

"It's okay, you just need to lend the model to third uncle for a few days, and someone will be able to draw it naturally. The price is still as agreed, [-] for a drawing of a building, [-] for a drawing of a villa, [-] for a drawing of a dance hall, and [-] for a drawing of a dance hall. Uncle will give you twenty-five thousand in total."

Xiao Lin shook his head: "Third Uncle, there are too many, you can just give [-]."

He Xingjun said with a smile: "Linlin, speaking of it, the third uncle took advantage of you. If you hadn't drawn these blueprints, the third uncle would have to find a special designer. Not to mention the cost, the effect of the design may not be certain It’s good to have this. When you draw a new design in the future, it’s better to sell it to the third uncle first?”

He Xingjun said it sincerely, and Xiao Lin didn't want to make excuses, so he said: "As long as I can draw it, I must first give it to my third uncle."

He Xingjun laughed. He liked Xiao Lin's straightforward personality.

"Linlin, Third Uncle will deposit the money in your passbook for you, okay?"

Xiao Lin thought about it, and he had more than 1 yuan in cash brought from home, and more than 2000 yuan as a meeting gift from He Xingjun, which was enough to spend.He nodded and said: "Okay, third uncle will figure it out.

He Xingjun stayed at home for another week, then went to Hainan, where everything had just begun.

Xiao Lin learns the basic knowledge of painting left by Mr. Huang at home every day, and lives a fulfilling life.

Originally, Mr. He wanted Xiao Lin to go to school, but Xiao Lin said that he had learned all the knowledge, and if he wanted to concentrate on learning painting, Mr. He could only let him.

He learned the knowledge of the sixth grade at the age of eight, so it's really hard to ask more of him.

Huang Lao's giant painting was finally finished, so he hurried over to pick Xiao Lin to his home.It is better to teach such an excellent apprentice earlier.

"Old He, Linlin will be staying with me tonight, you must agree."

Mr. He had nothing to do with his old friend, so he said, "Yes, yes, but if Linlin wants to come back, you must not stop him."

Huang Lao snorted: "I guarantee that Linlin will never miss leaving. There are many good things in my place."

Huang Wei lives in a six-story building, and his family lives on the second floor.As soon as Xiao Lin followed Huang Lao into the door, he was shocked by the antique decoration inside.

There is almost nothing modern in the whole living room, it's all antiques.

The bogu shelf made of mahogany, on which are placed all kinds of porcelain, jade carvings, and ornaments, all of which are old things.

The table and chairs in the living room are made of rosewood, and they are very old.

The tables seem to be from the Ming Dynasty, and the tea sets on them are made of serious blue and white porcelain.

The paintings hanging on the wall turned out to be Tang Yin's authentic works.

Xiao Lin was speechless secretly. His teacher should not only be a master of traditional Chinese painting, but also an important figure in the world of antiques.

Seeing Xiao Lin's surprised look, Mr. Huang nodded slightly and smiled, narrowing his eyes, and said with a little complacency: "Linlin, some of these things were saved by my grandfather's family, and some were bought by my grandfather in the past ten years. I bought it. In troubled times, gold and antiques, grandpa dare to predict that these things will definitely increase in value in the future."

Xiao Lin admired the old man's foresight and asked, "Is Grandpa Huang still collecting antiques?"

Huang Wei shook his head: "Grandpa's main job is painting after all, how can he have the time to waste time on this?"

Xiao Lin said: "Grandpa, it's going to take a lot of effort for you to go shopping everywhere. In my opinion, it's better to let someone deliver it to your door."

Huang Lao suddenly became interested: "How can I let people come to the door by themselves?"

Xiao Lin thought for a while and said, "Grandpa, go to the market with me on Sunday, and I'll show you how to let people come to your door by themselves."

Now it was Wednesday, Xiao Lin stayed at Huang's house for one night, and after listening to Huang's introduction to his collection, he made an appointment to meet on Sunday, and Xiao Lin went back.

When He Bin came back from school at noon, Xiao Lin said, "Second Brother, is there anything you don't like about those toys?"

He Bin nodded, "Many don't like it anymore, why? Does Linlin want it? Just take it if you want it, and don't need to tell the second brother."

Xiao Lin shook his head: "No, Second Brother, I want to ask if you would like to exchange these for something valuable?"

"Of course I do." He Bin envied Xiao Lin's ability to make money.Hearing that Xiao Lin said he could make money, he was naturally happy.

Although he is not short of money, those are given by the elders after all, not earned by himself.Originally, He Bin wanted to make more money when he arrived, but who knew that Xiao Lin, who could earn tens of thousands of yuan at the age of eight, would not be immune to the blow?

With the help of He Bin, Xiao Lin prepared necessary things such as speakers, tablecloths, and schoolbags.Toys that He Bin didn't like, tumblers, building blocks and other childish things were put in Xiao Lin's schoolbag.

"Second brother, do you know where there is a wholesale stationery?" Xiao Lin asked again.

He Bin froze for a moment: "Why are you asking this?"

"I'm useful, second brother, do you know that?

He Bin thought for a while and said, "There is a classmate in our class who sells stationery at home. Let's go over there this afternoon and ask."

After He Bin finished school in the afternoon, Xiao Lin followed He Bin to a private stationery store.It happened that He Bin's classmates were also there, and after hearing their intentions, they immediately gave him a lot of money.

Books such as word books and arithmetic books cost five cents each, pencils cost one yuan each, ballpoint pens cost twenty cents each, and good-looking mechanical pencils cost fifty cents each.

Because Xiao Lin didn't know how many people were changing things, he only bought stationery worth [-] yuan.In this way, He Bin's classmates were surprised. It is really rare for a child to give out [-] yuan these days.

Back home, Xiao Lin wrote with He Lao's brush: old books, old newspapers, old bowls, copper coins, stamps for stationery, toys.

Because he didn't know what everyone had, Xiao Lin wrote down everything he thought of.

He Bin looked unhappy: "Linlin, didn't you say you want to make money? How do you collect these crap?"

Xiao Lin smiled and said, "Second Brother, you don't understand that. I went to Grandpa Huang's that day and saw a lot of old things. Grandpa Huang said that these are valuable."

He Bin was dubious: "Really?"

"What did I lie to you for? If you don't believe me, just follow and see."

There are many bazaars in the capital, and the time for each bazaar is different, Xiao Lin doesn't want to join in the fun, there are too many people, just him and He Bin, how can they be busy?

Mr. Huang agreed to go, but he had some high-mindedness and didn't want to become a peddler.

It can be said that the two children are experiencing life when they are messing around. If he follows the mess, wouldn't he become a laughing stock?

After Xiao Lin inquired clearly, he decided to go to a market where no one went to the market on Sunday.

When we arrived at the market, there were not many people.It is convenient for Xiao Lin to appreciate antiques properly.

He Bin was really curious about what Xiao Lin was going to do, whether he could make money, and couldn't resist the temptation, so he followed.

Mr. Huang sent the two young ones to the market, took a small bench and sat on the side, and said, "Linlin, Grandpa Huang is watching you from afar. You can decide what to buy."

Xiao Lin nodded, turned on the speaker, and released the recorded voice: Exchange old books for stationery, old newspapers for stationery, old bowls, copper coins, stamps for stationery...