I'm a Painter, So What's Wrong with Knowing How to Mix Color-Changing Ink?

For example, is the author collecting our connections and then minting money? Does someone who puts forward an opinion count as a shareholder?

He can copy the painting skills of famous painters throughout the ages, and substitute fake ones for real ones, so even professional experts can't tell the difference. And then you tell me that he can't come up with his own style, so he lives in poverty, and ends up disappearing from the public? The restoration of ancient paintings has not started yet? If you make a fake painting, leave a unique mark, put it up for auction, etc., And wait for others to identify it and tell you that it was your fault, won't you gain a reputation? Money and status come with it, right?

It's so funny, one day in the novel is equal to one week in our reality, it's already one week and one day in it is not over yet

It's so funny that if you dare to use this skill today, you can go up the mountain tomorrow.

The protagonist is too shameless and always restrained. Learn from Lin Beifan and do whatever you want without ending up like this.

I used to be able to go out and do technology everywhere, but now I'm fine. I have to commit suicide. What a big heart this protagonist has.

The most important thing is that Franklin's collar uses microprinting

Didn't you say that you have to get acid-free paper? Why does this chapter start only after it ends?

I want you to copy this ugly gold What's even more terrible is that Franklin's collar uses obscene printing

I have this ability and dare to show it off abroad. I really feel like a superman.