Although there were some people who were dissatisfied with the drawing and refused to pay, they would be shunned by others and left dejectedly.
Such people were basically here to join in the fun, but they were not willing to pay 10 yuan for the drawing.
Although there were such people, they were very rare.
Facing such people, Jiang Bei only shook his head and smiled bitterly. He said that maybe his drawing was not good enough and moved on to the next one.
On average, if one could produce ten paid drawings in an hour, they would earn 100 yuan.
As for Jiang Bei, he painted for a whole twelve hours!
He painted until his arms were sore, his head was aching, and his vision was blurry.
However, he adhered to his own principles. He treated each painting seriously and tried his best to make every customer satisfied.
This was also his principle in the future after experiencing the death of his wife and daughter.
He would not go back on his promise to anyone, because he had made too many mistakes in his life. He could not continue making this mistake.
At around eight o'clock, Jiang Bei's vision was already blurry as the sky was dark. He finally could not draw anymore.
"I'm sorry, everyone. I really can't draw anymore. If I continue, it will seriously affect the quality of the paintings." Jiang Bei stood up and apologized to the people who were still waiting in line.
"F * ck, if it weren't for those bastards who wasted a few drawings, we wouldn't have lost the opportunity!"
"Yeah!"
Some people were dissatisfied, and some people scolded him. However, no one blamed Jiang Bei for not continuing to draw.
Jiang Bei nodded apologetically. Then, he picked up the cloth bag, the drawing board and the stool, and left.
In the cloth bag was the money that he had earned that day.
It was about 1200 yuan. Compared to his future life where he was used to seeing hundreds of millions and billions of dollars, it was indeed insignificant, but it made him feel exceptionally at ease.
When Xinrong saw this money and knew that he was working hard to earn money, would she be very happy? Jiang Bei could not help but think in his heart.
With this money, he could go into bigger businesses. In this era, as long as he chose his target well, it was not difficult to get more than ten times the profit in a day.
As long as he was given a few days, he could pay off his gambling debts and even give Xinrong and Wanwan a better life!
As Jiang Bei thought, he quickened his pace and hurried home.
His stomach was already growling. With the wind blowing, he felt refreshed and did not take a taxi home.
If he saved more money, he could earn a lot more in the future.
At 8:30 pm, Jiang Bei finally reached home.
When he opened the door, the room was pitch black. Even Xu Xinrong's bedroom was dark.
In an instant, Jiang Bei's heart seemed to have been struck by something!
The heart that was filled with hope was completely shattered.
And that indescribable sense of loss instantly filled Jiang Bei's mind, but what followed was panic.
Where did they go!
But it was Saturday!
Did they... leave?
Jiang Bei's body swayed, and he almost fell over.
It was as if the fatigue he had accumulated for the day had been completely released at this moment. His forehead was instantly covered with fine beads of sweat, which fell down his cheeks.
Jiang Bei held onto the door frame and shouted with a trembling voice,
"Xinrong! Wanwan!"
"Xinrong! Wanwan!"
No one responded…
Jiang Bei threw the small stool and drawing board in his hands and staggered into the room.
He did not know why he was so flustered. He had clearly convinced them to stay yesterday!
He had promised that if he was given a day's time, he would prove that he had changed!
He had worked hard!
He had earned money!
He had fulfilled his promise!
But his last hope had been destroyed. Xu Xinrong and Wanwan were not in the house.
When Jiang Bei turned around, he suddenly saw the phone in the living room. As if he had finally found a lifeline, he threw himself onto the bench and knocked his leg, but he did not care anymore…
He dialed the number in his memory and called Xu Xuefeng, Xu Xinrong's father.
"Du…du…du..."
The ringtone was like a death bell, slowly entering Jiang Bei's ears.
"Pick up, pick up..." Jiang Bei said urgently.
But he was also afraid that Xu Xuefeng would pick up the phone and tell him, "My daughter has nothing to do with you anymore."
He was also afraid that he would be blamed by his father-in-law for his mistakes all these years.
But he still had a glimmer of hope.
He wanted to talk to Xu Xinrong, even if it was just one sentence!
Tell her that he went to the mall to sell his drawings today. He took advantage of the fact that there were many people coming for the opening of the mall today and drew all day. He was not tired. He earned a lot of money, more than 1000 yuan.
He could use this money to do business tomorrow. He had a lot of ideas that he wanted to share with Xu Xinrong.
He…
He would be able to earn 50,000 yuan within ten days. He could really do it!
They did not have to sell the house or get a divorce. He would be good to his wife and his daughter. He would be very, very good…
The beeping sound on the other side of the phone stimulated Jiang Bei's nerves. His heart seemed to have been pierced by something. His stomach suddenly spasmed. The pain made him curl up in the chair.
"Pick up, pick up..." Jiang Bei said weakly.
Finally, the call was answered.
A cold voice entered his ears, "Hello?"