“Help me?”

Chen Jiahao looked at Li Wen with a little more playful look, "Then do you have any good suggestions, Miss Ruan Wen's neighbor?"

The words "Miss Nguyen Van's neighbor" are emphasized.

"Sir, don't be polite. My surname is Li, Li Wen." Li Wen said, putting his hands that were so cold that they were red. "The most important thing in pursuing the opposite sex is to understand what the other party needs most."

"Then Li asked what do you think Miss Ruan needs the most now?"

"Compared with sweet words and flowers and jewelry, I think what she needs most as a painter and an artist is spiritual comfort." Li Wen made a profound gesture when he said this.

“Mental comfort?”

A flash of Mars, Chen Jiahao took a sip of the cigarette, silently digested these words, and in a moment, he looked at Li again, "Li, can you make it clearer?"

Li Wen made a gesture and signaled Chen Jiahao to get closer.

"Didn't Mr. Chen notice that Miss Ruan Wen's house is very dark?"

Chen Jiahao followed Li Wen's gaze and looked at the window, and then he noticed that the light inside the window was dim and dim.

"To be honest with Mr. Chen, Ms. Ruan Wen has been powered off for a while. If Mr. Chen is willing, you might as well pay her electricity bill and gas bill tomorrow. Although it is all trivial matters, it is definitely more considerate than giving her a large bouquet of flowers."

After Li Wen finished speaking, his eyes turned to the huge bouquet of valuable flowers in the garbage dump. Now it has mixed with the dirty domestic garbage and has become worthless.

Chen Jiahao thought about it and felt that he was very reasonable. He patted Li Wen on the shoulder and smiled and said, "I didn't expect that Li Wen, you understand women so well, and my words made me suddenly enlightened."

Li Wen shook his head quickly, "I'm not that amazing. I've just been Miss Nguyen Van's neighbor for a long time and understand some of her habits."

Chen Jiahao took out a bill from his wallet and handed it to Li, "I'll treat you tonight's late-night snack."

Under the street light, the banknotes tremble with the wind between their fingers, and their denomination is enough for ordinary people to eat ten times late-night snacks.

Li Wen waved her hand with a smile, "Being able to become a beauty is also a virtue. Miss Nguyen Van is a painter. She should have a better life and a more comfortable environment so that she can fully demonstrate her talent. I believe that Mr. Chen can provide all of this to her. No more disturbing."

After saying that, Li Wen left with a trash can.

Looking at Li Wen's departure back, Chen Jiahao smiled and shook his head.

This neighbor of Ms. Ruan Wen is really cute, so stupid. What kind of woman can't get from me, Chen Jiahao? This time I just want to try another style.

Chen Jiahao put out the cigarette and turned around and got into the luxury car.

When Li Wen returned home and looked out the window again, the taillights of the luxury car had disappeared.

Li Wen turned out all the candles in stock at home and put them together with the lighter.

He will work overnight tonight.

As the horns of cars outside became more and more frequent, Li Wen raised his head from behind the drawing board and looked at the wall clock on the wall.

The wall clock clock has exceeded the number 8.

Before I knew it, it was already eight o'clock in the morning.

Li Wen took off his myopia glasses and rubbed his slightly swollen eyes.

He turned on the faucet and connected a basin of cold water, held the water and poured it on his face. His whole body shivered involuntarily, and his spirit was also refreshed.

After drying his face, Li Wen came to the table, picked up the beaker, poured the plant extract that had been precipitated for a night into the wax. After it was fully dissolved, dipped in a brush and carefully brushed it on the surface of the drawing board.

The paper immediately changed a little, becoming old and dim, and the white paper surface gradually turned yellow from the inside out, just like the ancient broken parchment paper.

The mission is done!

After a while, the drawing paper will become a product of centuries ago, at least on the surface. Without professional instrumentation testing, even the top masters cannot identify them with the naked eye.

Li Wen has such confidence.

Falsification also requires talent, and Li Wen has such talent.

"I have to work at Uncle Xin. After a while, I will come back to make up the color after the paper is dry."

Li Wen glanced at the nearly completed "Death, Knight and Devil", and pushed out the bicycle. When he passed by the next door, he glanced at the window.

There were also curtains in the window, which were very quiet inside.

I think Ruan Van should still be sleeping soundly.

Like Li Wen, she has the habit of staying up late, but Ruan Wen stays up late to paint, while Li Wen stays up late to paint fake painting.

It is so difficult to make a real painting, let alone a fake painting that cannot be used as a prestigious thing. It is even more difficult to make a successful career.

However, if everything in the world can exist, it has its own reason. Li Wen believes that sometimes fake ones are not necessarily worse than real ones, and it is important to have better skills.

Although the weather is pretty good today, the sun shines on you and makes people feel no temperature.

When Li Wen came to the watch shop with a scarf wrapped around him, Uncle Xin was already fiddling with the printing press.

"If you have time, change to a new one."

Li Wen took off his scarf and put it on a chair behind the counter.

Uncle Xin raised his head, and the wrinkles on his forehead were stained with ink.

"Replace new ones? You're easy to say, do you have that much money? Besides, although old things are not that good, new things may not be so easy to use sometimes."

With a buzzing sound, the dryer that I had just bought for less than three days turned off.

Li Wen took pictures and then, and looked around for a long time without knowing something was wrong.

"Use it first," Uncle Xin handed me an old antique whose paint had been half gone. "When I have time, I went to Lao Feng and demolished his shop. The old bastard specializes in renovating fakes for me."

Li Wenxiao said, "Uncle Xin, didn't you say three days ago that Lao Feng's shop is the most realistic on the entire street? He said that his place is real."

"Stop talking nonsense, work quickly. Recently, customers have been urging me to you, and the rent of the shop is about to expire. If you don't make enough money, we both have to get out of here."

When the clock hit the twelfth time, Uncle Xin grabbed a black towel and wiped his sweat.

The potatoes mixed with beef wafted in. The restaurant across the street was selling lunch.

"Boy, take a break first, go for dinner, remember to come on time in the afternoon."

"I understand, Uncle Xin."

Li Wen did not stop while riding his bike by the restaurant, but instead went straight back to the rental house at home.

He wanted to see the situation of the painting at home and make up for the color in time.

Li Wenzhi got off the bicycle and took out the key and was about to open the door when a female voice rang out from behind.
Chapter completed!