It's all his fault for being an artist!

Chapter 11: A Rich Woman Teaches You to Draw, Becoming a Great Artist

Cheng Wang has a clear vision of his future plans.

Everyone knows that among the fields involved in art, film and television and games are the two most profitable projects.

The problem is that in 2013, trying to enter the market through film and television and games presented extremely similar difficulties—

It requires a team of a certain size, relatively sufficient funds, and, most importantly, channels to break down the barriers to entry.

To put it simply, you can enroll in a training course and then get a referral.

Of course, doing so would inevitably lead to a return to the vicious cycle of the past.

It's better to wait until you've settled on your university; there are plenty of resources available from university professors who can provide various direct platforms.

Once you've accumulated enough funds and experience, wouldn't it be great to get a high starting point on a reputable platform?

In summary...

There is no more convenient option than commissioning articles through a platform.

The impact of AI painting on the industry and the elimination of lower-level artists are things that will happen in ten years.

Once the joint entrance exam is over and I have some free time, with my skill level, entering the freelance writing market where there are more clients than writers will definitely be a sure thing!

Many of the future renowned top artists are currently just students like themselves.

Those full-time illustrators who work for traditional large companies are bound by their status and cannot freely enter the market to make money.

Moreover, in the eyes of most of them, this model is actually a heretical approach.

So what if people in a small circle are rich?

Does it have the approval of major ACG companies?

Nothing!

As a high school student who has no interest in high-level pursuits, Cheng Wang naturally does not have such burdens.

This first pot of gold, which was realized very quickly, is enough to provide the confidence to complete more long-term plans.

At the very least.

By establishing a commissioning platform before 2016, one can embark on a path different from the one of the past.

The prerequisites for achieving these goals.

It is precisely a small graphics tablet.

Hey, what a coincidence.

Mu Ziling has it!

"Luckily, Mu Ziling is somewhat wealthy. If she didn't have a graphics tablet, her project would have been ruined."

Cheng Chien-hua and Lin Chin are staunch supporters of the idea that "boys should be raised frugally and girls should be raised lavishly."

Although he has never lacked food or clothing since childhood, he has never wanted to spend more money and does not enjoy the "Master Shen" lifestyle as others might imagine.

Even the phone was a Xiaomi 1 that Cheng Jianhua had replaced.

I vaguely remember making many solemn oaths in order to get it.

A graphics tablet costs at least a hundred dollars.

Instead of arguing at home, why not just borrow some money and make our secret stash of cash bigger?

Not long after, there was a knock on the door.

Cheng Wang opened the door to his house.

Mu Ziling's little face, red from the cold, came into view.

Out of caution, Cheng Wang had already put away all the past college entrance examination questions before she arrived, leaving only the remaining practice assignments in the bedroom to maintain her skills.

He didn't want to cause himself unnecessary trouble and avoid wasting time explaining.

Cheng Wang did not distrust Mu Ziling.

There is already enough evidence of past and present lives.

Right now, however, his attitude towards the slight stirrings of youth is more one of nostalgia.

Focusing on one's career is clearly much more appealing.

Mu Ziling was still wearing a down jacket today, but she changed it to a light blue one, which wasn't as eye-catching as the pale yellow one.

A few drops of water fell loosely onto her shoulder.

Mei Lan's hair is still tied up high and straight, and the hair tie she chose today looks handmade, changing from orange to blueberry.

The girl who appeared crisply at the door was dressed in a blue outfit, and like her ever-present smile, she seemed to be hiding a lot of little thoughts.

Mysterious and reserved, she conceals her true feelings with her innocent and bright eyes.

Just as Lao Wang had predicted, the joint examination day in the city was rainy and damp, giving the color exam a real challenge.

Old Deng, you were truly prescient!

Cheng Wang noticed the dampness between the hair and clothes and casually asked, "Is it raining outside?"

"It's raining lightly. The graphics tablet is in the bag; it shouldn't be wet."

Mu Ziling took off her backpack and noticed that the bottom of the bag wasn't very dry, so she hesitated.

She turned her backpack to the front, preparing to use her knees for support, and took out her graphics tablet.

Cheng Wang had already taken a dry towel from the bathroom and tossed it onto her head.

In winter, Lin Qin usually likes to wash small fabrics and dry them in an air-conditioned room.

A warm towel suddenly covered my vision.

Mu Ziling immediately panicked and instinctively reached out to grab the towel.

The oppressive weight of the backpack, which had been pressing down on balance, vanished without a trace at that moment.

Cheng Wang took it without hesitation and got what he wanted from it.

A graphics tablet, also known as a drawing tablet or hand-drawing tablet.

It typically consists of a tablet and a pressure-sensitive pen, similar to a traditional drawing board and brush.

The difference is that when you draw on the drawing surface with a pressure-sensitive pen, no marks are left. When you input the pen strokes into the computer, all the strokes will be displayed on the screen in real time.

At first glance, it's an oversized Amazon Kindle—

An e-book reader that was once very popular on the market, but gradually faded from public view over time.

"A Wacom board, the Intuos PTH-651."

Cheng Wang weighed the graphics tablet, which was about the size of an A4 sheet of paper, in his hand and checked the product model.

His gaze fell on Mu Ziling, who was drying her hair.

He asked, "How much is this one?"

"It should be... a little over two thousand?"

"How much is two thousand?"

"It was around two thousand eight or nine thousand, I don't remember exactly, my dad bought it for me last year."

Mu Ziling tilted her head back, deep in thought, completely unaware that Cheng Wang's lips were twitching.

My goodness, it's two thousand eight or nine.

I was thinking of a regular graphics tablet that would only cost a few hundred yuan.

Even when I started working before, I used equipment in this price range, relying entirely on technique and not caring about the quality of the equipment.

But since Mu Ziling has already brought the things over.

Cheng Wang didn't bother with formalities: "Thanks, I'll borrow it for a while and then pay you back."

"The porridge is in the rice cooker. There's also pickled vegetables or fermented bean curd. Just do what you need. Once you're done, just leave the dishes on the table. I'll wash them later."

"it is good."

Mu Ziling responded softly, without moving her feet.

"Chengwang, the joint entrance exam is the day after tomorrow. Have you printed your admission ticket yet?"

"Oh? It's in the art box. Everything was brand new on the day of the exam, and it hasn't been touched since I finished packing it up these past few days."

"Then..." Mu Ziling blinked:

"Since I have some time today, let me teach you how to draw."

"you?"

"uh-huh?"

"No, it's not that I don't believe you." Cheng Wang waved his hand, retracting the question that had just slipped out.

"What I mean is, well, it's rare for you to get a day off before the exam, you..."

Watching Mu Ziling neatly fold the towel and gather it in front of her lower abdomen.

Mu Ziling's bright eyes sparkled, and her mind was as vast as the ocean.

Are all a young girl's thoughts and feelings unfathomable?

Cheng Wang was about to speak when he suddenly changed his mind: "Sure, but if you teach me to draw, that's the same as letting me learn the principal's techniques for free."

"Let me make this clear beforehand, I definitely can't make up for such an expensive tuition fee."

Mu Ziling tilted her head, looking at me intently: "So, are you going to give it to me in another way?"

"Buy one get one free, and I'll draw an extra headshot for you."

"Hmm."

"Let's get this straight: if I ever become a great artist, this debut piece will appreciate in value. You can't just resell it; it'll be worth more than gold, understand?"

Cheng Wang made up a story off the cuff, his expression serious.

Mu Ziling raised her hand, her slender fingers touching her lips, as if covering her mouth.

She chuckled softly.

The response, marked by distinct regional characteristics, was delivered with a fluctuating and nuanced tone.

"Great job, Chengda artist—"