Jiang He has long been used to it: "This is how the third child was born."

"Hey," Jiang Hai smiled and shook his head. He was used to it, including cursing a few words every time to relieve his anger.

This year, the Jiang family's two sons can finally go home for the New Year.

Mother Jiang, who has quite a lot of money, is preparing to have a happy year.

Sitting at the dining table under the lamp, Jiang's mother actually wrote down a page of menus and read them to Father Jiang one by one.

Jiang Xiangnan suppressed his temper and listened and nodded.

Every year, no one dares to mess with Jiang Ma.

Mother Jiang, who is usually very amiable, gets more and more angry the more tired she gets.

Not keeping her busy is not enough.

Even if you are very busy, it won’t work.

In the hut, Jiangshan and Jianghe were studying the drawings of the newspaper office wall.

Jiang Shan picked out a few photos on the table: "The main ones are about Nezha Naohai."

"Well," Jiang He nodded, and suddenly saw a familiar photo: "Isn't this the Havoc in Heaven?"

"Yes," Jiang Shan also picked it out: "Have a Havoc in Heaven and draw one too."

Then, "Ma Liang, the Magic Pen", "Brainless and Unhappy", "Little Tadpole Looking for Mom"...

"I'm afraid I won't be able to draw this well," Jiang He saw the picture of a tadpole looking for its mother.

This was an original drawing. Jiang Shan decided to try it himself: "I may not be able to draw it well."

After all, it is a master-level painting, so it is enough to have a general meaning.

"You should paint it," Jiang He retreated, "Have you contacted Scaffolding?"

Jiang Shan nodded: "Pujiang Decoration has ready-made materials and workers. Manager Huang over there is very familiar with me. Their company has also been very busy recently. They are rushing to complete the construction of more than 20 billboards in the city."

"Billboards?" Jiang He guessed, "Like the ones we painted?"

"That's what I said before." What Jiang Shan was most worried about at this time was: "Second brother, do you really dare to go up to such a high level?"

"No problem. The highest I've ever painted is two stories high. There's no scaffolding. I just set up a springboard and go up."

"Well," Jiang Shan admired his second brother a little: "When the time comes, you don't have to force it. If it doesn't work, just let someone from the advertising agency do it."

According to their plan, a giant advertisement from Oriental Metropolis Daily will be displayed on the side of the office building facing the road.
Chapter completed!