In the office, the receptionist smiled after hearing what Lin Feng said and explained, "Our SP Comics Society is a comic club that creates, publishes, and sells our own comics online."

"I'm so sorry, but we don't teach children how to draw here!"

Si Bao and Da Bao asked, "Miss, can you draw Ultraman? Can you draw Transformers?"

The receptionist smiled warmly and said gently, "I can't, but there's an uncle here who is incredibly talented. He's amazing at drawing robots and Ultraman."

With that, she took a sketchbook from a shelf. "Look, this is what that uncle drew. Go ahead and take a look!"

After seeing the drawings, the two little boys' mouths fell open in amazement.

"Wow, this is so cool!"

Their eyes were shining as they tugged on Lin Feng's sleeve, praising the art endlessly. "Dad, isn't this good? Isn't it amazing?"

Lin Feng leaned over to take a look and had to agree the skill was impressive.

The receptionist said proudly, "He's one of the founders of our comic club. He studied abroad and is proficient in multiple art styles."

Da Bao and Si Bao looked at Lin Feng with pleading expressions.

Zhang Yuxi knelt to quiet the two brothers, whispering, "Be patient. Daddy is talking with the nice lady."

Er Bao tilted her little head up and asked, "Pretty miss, do you do jewelry design?"

The receptionist paused for a moment. "Jewelry design? We don't have that here, I'm afraid. You'd have to find people who specialize in that, but..."

She went to the bookshelf and retrieved another book. "This is the work of another artist in our club. It's a more feminine style and involves some jewelry. Little sister, you can take a look."

Er Bao saw illustrations of beautiful women wearing dazzling, colorful jewelry and couldn't help but exclaim, "Wow, it's so beautiful!"

Lin Feng and his wife came over for a look and agreed that the art was excellent.

Seeing how much the children loved it and how interested they were, Lin Feng didn't want to disappoint them. He asked the receptionist, "Is there really no way to teach them? We'll pay. Just name your price."

The receptionist thought for a moment, then stood up. "Hold on a second!"

A moment later, she returned with a young man who looked to be around twenty years old.

"This is one of the founders of our comic club," the receptionist said. "The futuristic-style artwork you were just looking at was all done by him. If you have any requests, you can speak with him."

The young man had heavy, dark circles under his eyes. He sat down and said politely, "Sorry, but we don't teach children to draw comics here. You can take your children to a proper art school; they specialize in teaching kids."

Si Bao pouted. "But I don't want to learn how to draw winter melons and watermelons. I want to learn how to draw Ultraman."

Da Bao quickly added, "I want to learn how to draw Transformers!"

The young man chuckled. "Learning to draw is a process that goes from simple to complex. It takes time."

Si Bao asked, "So when can I start learning?"

"When you're older. Maybe in about ten years."

Hearing this, Si Bao immediately became dejected. "Ten years? That's so, so long!" He slumped onto the sofa, looking unhappily at the sketchbook in his hands.

Da Bao also protested, "We could learn to draw simple Transformers first and then the complex ones..." He pleaded with Lin Feng, "Dad, I really want to learn! Can you please think of a way?"

Lin Feng's heart softened. "Alright, Daddy will think of something. But are you sure you'll stick with it? You know, drawing is very hard work."

Da Bao and Si Bao eagerly promised, "We'll study hard!"

Er Bao added softly, "Daddy, you believe in me, don't you?"

Having come this far, he decided to make one last effort for his children. He asked the young man, "I can pay more for tuition. I'll pay whatever you ask!"

The young man pursed his lips, seemingly swayed by the money, and leaned back on the sofa. After a few seconds of silence, he said slowly, "To be honest, our club will probably be forced to dissolve in less than a week. Even if I agreed, I might not have time to teach your children. Everyone will be going their separate ways, and the other artists won't have time either."

Lin Feng saw the light in his children's eyes slowly fade.

"May I ask why?" he inquired.

The young man gave a self-deprecating smile. "Our club primarily creates and sells comic stories on various app platforms, and we've made a little money. We wanted to create our own app platform for both comics and animation. The initial plan was to spend a hundred thousand on a comic platform, but midway through, we decided to add animation, and suddenly our funds weren't enough. Now, we don't have the money to keep going. Our plan is to go out, earn some money, and then come back to continue developing the app."

The more functions and higher service requirements an app has, the more funding its development needs. For comparison, developing a platform like a shopping app can cost anywhere from hundreds of thousands to millions. For the app's long-term success, expanding from just comics into animation was a necessary step. Everyone had invested their own money into it...

"I see," Lin Feng said. "How much are you short?"

The young man gave a small, wry smile. What's the use of telling you any of this?

"Five hundred thousand."

Five hundred thousand was a drop in the bucket for Lin Feng. Ever since acquiring the 88th floor of Modu Tower, not to mention the system's double bonuses, he hadn't even bothered to count how much money he actually had. His days were spent looking after the children's daily needs, a task that often came with its own rewards from the system. He rarely touched the money in his bank account, thinking it would be good to make an investment if the right opportunity came along.

"How about this," Lin Feng said. "Count me in. I'll be an investor, and I'll provide whatever funds are needed!"

The young man didn't react right away, looking a bit dazed. "Are you sure you want to invest? You don't know much about us yet. Maybe you should think it over?"

Hearing this, Lin Feng couldn't help but chuckle. "Then why don't you show me around now?"

The young man's spirits lifted instantly. "No problem! Please follow me!"

He led Lin Feng and the others on a tour of the studio. "This is the development area, and this is our employees' workspace..."

The group behind Lin Feng looked around curiously. The space was covered in posters. One wall displayed the impressive résumés of the members. Their comics had won sales awards on various app platforms, and some were even bestsellers abroad after being translated. The members here weren't just illustrators; they were also animators. Each one was filled with dreams and had poured their heart into this comic club, eager to make a big splash. But in the end, without money, they couldn't take a single step forward.

"This is our project plan and proposal. You can take a look!"

Five hundred thousand meant nothing to Lin Feng, but for these entrepreneurs, that sum was a lifeline. It could change their destiny and pull them out of their predicament.

"This is our unfinished project. Aside from the lack of money, everyone here is a multi-talented professional!" he said, his voice a mixture of helplessness and pride.

Lin Feng skimmed through the documents. The projects were clearly planned with care and written in great detail. "This is very well-written. The prospects look quite promising."

Returning to the office, Lin Feng said to the young man, "From now on, I'll handle the financial side. You all just focus on your work, and don't hold back!"

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