The visitor was his second uncle, Zhao Ping, the younger brother of Zhao Chen's dead father. He opened a store near the Tseung Kwan O bus station, selling all kinds of bricks. He is usually very mean and is the famous "Grandai" in Tseung Kwan O. When Zhao Chen and his mother were in trouble, Zhao Ping not only did not help, but often took advantage of the situation and said that their family had lost the face of their ancestors. However, many people know that this is because he and Zhao Chen's father had a very bad relationship.

Zhao Chen's face was extremely calm, but he asked in a tone of advice: "Uncle Second, do you know if you know this?"

"Oh, what do you mean? Let me tell you, a big boss who has not graduated from elementary school, and have a long experience!" Zhao Ping did not take Zhao Chen seriously, but instead looked at him with a look of listening! He was about to wait until Zhao Chen finished speaking and sarcastically vent his anger.

"This sentence means that if you don't speak, no one will think you are mute! Uncle Second, do you think this sentence is very philosophical? I think so too. It is really difficult for you, a rude man like you who haven't graduated from elementary school. Then you can think slowly. I'll go back first and see you another day!"

Zhao Chen was too lazy to see Zhao Ping. To him, Zhao Ping was no different from a stranger. He just left with the brick on the wall, leaving only Zhao Ping with a gray face.

"Damn beast!" Zhao Ping was so angry that he trembled all over. Without thinking, he couldn't help but curse at Zhao Chen.

"You are scolding yourself! Really, no wonder you haven't graduated from elementary school. It's terrible to be uneducated. I really want to know why you gave up treatment in the past!"

Zhao Chen turned his head to look at Zhao Ping, his eyes full of contempt, and his words were extremely sharp. Perhaps because of the sharpness, Zhao Ping was stunned there and could not make a turn for a while.

When Zhao Ping understood, he almost vomited blood when he was angry. Zhao Chen had already left for a long time, which made him unable to find a target for him to vent, and his face looked scary. He was a little confused. When did his mouth become so sharp when his usual dull nephew's mouth become so sharp!

"Damn it, let's see if I don't mess with you, a kid, and that stinky woman!"

Zhao Ping stood there and cursed, and could not understand why Zhao Chen had such a big change.

At this time, Zhao Chen had already returned home with the wall brick, polished it carefully with the stone, cleaned the cement stuck to the back, and moved a relatively flat stone and a few bricks nearby, all of which were moved into his room, using these "materials" to build a "platform" slightly taller than the bed, and finally placed the wall brick on the platform. This is his temporary "table".

Of course, it lacks many functions that a table should have, because it cannot move at all and cannot be too hard, otherwise this "table" may fall apart directly, and the top wall tiles will even fall to pieces! In other words, this is the so-called disposable table, which Zhao Chen exclusively invented. In terms of the spirit of great sacrifice that being alone is not as good as having fun, he will not apply for a patent.

Zhao Chen first tried it. Although it was a little awkward, it was just right for painting, so he just used it and bought a decent table when he had money.

"Oh no, I forgot to cook!"

When he finished the experiment, Zhao Chen suddenly slapped his forehead and almost forgot that today's lunch would be handled by himself, and his mother was still waiting for dinner.

He hurried to the kitchen, took out a bowl from the remaining half bag of dark yellow rice, and then prepared some water and put it in the pot after washing, and started cooking.

Zhao Chen, who was a dead house in his previous life, naturally also made some simple home-cooked dishes, but when he saw the ingredients in the kitchen, he suddenly became silent.

It was a pile of rotten vegetable leaves and two sweet potatoes. Judging from the dewdrops on the pile of rotten vegetable leaves, it was obviously from today. He knew in his heart that his mother got it from; he knew that his family was very poor, but it was not until now that he realized that the situation at home was really hard, and he might not even have eaten in a few days.

"A penny stumps the hero. I need money, a lot of money!" Zhao Chen roared in his heart. The successive experiences this day made him realize that without money, he would not only not be able to fill his stomach, but also be despised. He hated this feeling very much.

This meal can only be described as frustrating. Zhao Chen took out the edible part from the pile of rotten vegetable leaves, put it and the two sliced ​​sweet potatoes into the pot, and mixed it with the rice. He warmed the leftover hens in the morning again. This is the lunch for the mother and son. For the mother, this lunch is still a bit "luxury"!

While eating, Zhao Chen kept eating with his head down. He was thinking about his future direction. He would consider any information that was beneficial to him, in order to avoid taking too many detours.

After lunch, Zhao Chen locked himself in his room and began to create a comic version of "The Legend of the Two Dragons of the Tang Dynasty", which was actually copying the pictures in his mind. Of course, in this, he would also slightly correct the character appearance and plot based on his own experience so that this comic can be more outstanding. After all, he, who was once an assistant, was still good at these two aspects.

There are 252 episodes in the comic version of "The Legend of the Two Dragons of the Tang Dynasty". Except for some more martial arts moves than the novel version, the rest are no different from the original. This kind of comic will basically follow the original work, and any modification must be approved by the author himself, otherwise it will offend the original author. Basically, as long as a normal cartoonist will abide by this code!

If it is a novel version, the full text length is the longest in martial arts novels, at least to an unprecedented level. As for whether there are any visitors later, Zhao Chen has never heard of them. Of course, if it is a comic, it is naturally far inferior to comics such as "Little **" and "Old Master" that have been serialized for decades, but there are quite a lot. At least Huang Yulang had been serialized for several years at that time.

Zhao Chen's creation speed is extremely fast. He can draw a page of A4-sized manuscript in just over two hours. With such efficiency, he can draw about seven or eight pages a day, which is almost difficult for all cartoonists to complete. Because due to inspiration and modification, they can only draw two or three pages a day on average. Even the high-yield Huang Yulang and Shangguan Xiaobao cannot reach this level, and this is still not as fast as an assistant.

Xiangjiang comics are all made of traditional Chinese characters, but this is not a problem for Zhao Chen, because the original owner of this body can be made of traditional Chinese!

Zhao Chen almost didn't need to modify it when painting. His skills were very skilled and labor-saving, and he knew all kinds of painting tools. His hand speed was amazing. These were all forced out by the cartoonists he attached to in his previous life. In his own words, Ni Fu was famous for his scribe speed in the literary world, and he could be famous for his painting speed in the comic world. He wanted all the cartoonists in later generations to surrender to his pen tip.

Time passed quickly under such circumstances. It was not until the knock on the door that Zhao Chen finally came to his senses. Looking at the three-page comics he had drawn in an afternoon, he couldn't help but smile with a knowing smile on his face. This was the first time he had drawn so many in half a day, which felt naturally great.

"Chen'er, it's time to have a meal!" The mother's voice sounded from the door.

"I'll come right now!" Zhao Chen responded, sorted out the three pages of the original manuscript and placed it neatly in the cabinet. These are all his treasures.

After Zhao Chen had dinner, he immediately returned to the room, turned on the electric light, and continued his next creation under the dim light.

There are many mosquitoes in summer, especially in Tseung Kwan O, because it is a very good environment for mosquitoes. More than a dozen mosquitoes are flying in Zhao Chen's room, and occasionally attacking Zhao Chen who is concentrating on painting, which makes Zhao Chen extremely distressed. But there is no way, because even if all these mosquitoes are solved, the mosquitoes outside will still fly in through the holes. He really doesn't have so much spare time to kill mosquitoes!

It was not until very late that Zhao Chen lies on the bed to sleep. He felt that many parts of his body were staring out, which was very itchy. However, when he thought about drawing 6 pages in total today, he was very excited.
Chapter completed!