Cai Qingman's attitude towards Han Jiulin made a 180-degree turn. His beautiful eyes were staring straight at Han Jiulin, as if he couldn't get enough of him.
She now has a lot to say to Han Jiulin. She wants to know who Han Jiulin's calligraphy and painting master is, how many years Han Jiulin has been studying painting, and even where Han Jiulin's family is from, how old he is this year, and whether he has a girlfriend.
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In short, Cai Qingman is now full of curiosity about Han Jiulin and wants to know everything about him.
However, some opportunities and some people, once they fail to grasp them, may be like quicksand passing from their fingertips and never be found again.
Just when Cai Qing was thinking about how to get to know Han Jiulin in depth, he saw that Han Jiulin had already turned around and said goodbye to Cai Fancheng and Cai Zhenhao.
"Thank you for the hospitality. It's getting late. Let's stop here today."
"Are you so anxious?" Cai Qingman asked anxiously: "Mr. Han, why don't you stay and have some snacks and a cup of tea later. We have a good Dahongpao at home. You will definitely like it very much."
Before Cai Zhenhao could persuade him to stay, Cai Qingman showed his reluctance first.
Cai Zhenhao smiled and glanced at Cai Qingman, quite speechless. You had known about this, why did you do it in the first place!
He created such a good opportunity for Cai Qingman, but Cai Qingman didn't know how to seize it. Now he suddenly realized that although it was completely late, he had already wasted the most important first impression.
Then Han Jiulin smiled slightly, waved his hand and said, "No, I have something else to do. If I visit you another day, I will definitely try your Dahongpao."
He has decided to leave.
Smiling slightly, looking around at the people, Han Jiulin said: "I'm leaving, no need to see you off."
After saying that, he strode away.
Naturally, Cai Zhenhao and Cai Fancheng followed quickly to see Han Jiulin off. Cai Qingman's eyes were full of disappointment. After stopping and gritting his teeth, he quickly followed, and together with Cai Zhenhao, they saw Han Jiulin off.
"Damn it!" Seeing the Cai family sending Han Jiulin away from the second courtyard, Wu Qi couldn't help it anymore and slapped the table with his hand, his face full of gloom!
Tong Fei glanced at Wu Qi, couldn't help but shook her head and said regretfully: "You have lost both your wife and your army today."
Wu Qi gritted his teeth and said: "The matter has not been decided yet. This guy named Han, don't try to snatch Qingman away from me!"
Tong Fei sneered and said helplessly: "They didn't even take it away. Didn't you see that they ignored Qingman?"
"He was playing hard to get. I could see through this tactic at a glance."
Wu Qi narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice: "I am very suspicious now that this person named Han has long ago found out that Qingman likes literature, calligraphy and painting, so he deliberately learned a skill in painting to attract Qingman."
Tong Fei was a little speechless and said: "You are overthinking it. Even if Mr. Han deliberately learned painting and came into contact with Qingman, he is still capable of painting at that level."
Wu Qi groaned and was speechless by Tong Fei, not knowing how to argue.
"No matter what, I will never let him take away Qingman. I have been chasing Qingman for so many years, and I see that I am making progress, but he interferes with me. No matter what, I will never accept it!"
Tong Fei sighed, patted Wu Qi on the shoulder and said, "I can only wish you good luck, but I don't think you have any competitiveness in front of that Mr. Han."
This sentence is a bit jarring, but Tong Fei believes that it is true that it is hard to hear but is helpful to one's actions, and she is telling the truth.
As for Wu Qi's next plans, that's beyond her control.
Outside the Cai Mansion, Han Jiulin waved goodbye to Cai's grandfather and grandson, got in the car, and planned to leave.
When Cai Zhenhao saw Han Jiulin driving away, Cai Qingman stood there and didn't know what to do. He pushed Cai Qingman from behind and said, "Go if you want to. I'll give you the opportunity you don't know how to cherish. What's left?"
You have to fight for the next opportunity."
Cai Qingman got encouragement from her father, plucked up the courage, and trotted to Han Jiulin's car: "Mr. Han!"
Han Jiulin looked at Cai Qingman and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Can I leave your contact information?" Cai Qingman looked directly at Han Jiulin and asked boldly.
Han Jiulin smiled and said, "Of course, your father has my mobile phone number."
"Then can I contact you at ordinary times?" Cai Qingman asked again worriedly.
Han Jiulin was startled for a moment and then said: "I can do it at any time, but I can't guarantee that I will reply to you in time."
"Okay, I understand."
Cai Qingman smiled and her eyes turned into crescent moons: "I want to ask you one last question."
"You asked."
"You painted one-tenth of the picture of Along the River During the Qingming Festival today. I want to know if you can draw the entire picture of Along the River During the Qingming Festival?"
Han Jiulin smiled lightly and said: "When I was twelve years old, I had already painted a complete painting."
"Hiss!" Cai Qingman took a breath of cold air, and then his eyes shone with piety.
"Let's go, goodbye." Han Jiulin smiled faintly, waved to Cai Zhenhao and the other two who were a little further away, and drove away.
Cai Qingman stood there, watching the Land Rover disappear in the distance, and could not regain his senses for a long time.
Cai Zhenhao didn't know when he came to Cai Qingman, patted her shoulder, and said: "Stop standing there stupidly, go home."
Cai Qingman came back to her senses, turned to look at Cai Zhenhao, took a deep breath, and said with shame: "Dad, I was wrong, I'm sorry, I failed you."
Cai Zhenhao smiled and shook his head, saying: "There is nothing to be sorry for. You are not sorry for me, at most you are sorry for yourself."
Cai Qingman nodded, finally understanding Cai Zhenhao's good intentions.
"By the way, Dad, what is the identity of Mr. Han? He is a young commander in the Northern War Zone, right? Could it be said that he has a higher position than the fourth grandfather when he was in office?"
Cai Zhenhao said: "It would be more appropriate for your fourth grandfather to tell you about this matter. I wanted to tell you on the phone before, but you didn't give me a chance."
Cai Qingman lowered his head in shame and tangled his two little hands together, not to mention how embarrassed he felt.
Cai Fancheng came to the father and daughter with his hands behind his hands, looked at the direction in which Han Jiulin was driving away, and said in a deep voice: "Qingman, although you are a girl, you still need to understand the most basic national affairs.
Even if she is a talented woman who devotes herself to music, chess, calligraphy and painting, she is still a talented woman who does not know the fireworks of the world."
Cai Qingman glanced at Cai Fancheng and lowered his head again, feeling even more ashamed.
Cai Fancheng said: "Do you know why I said you don't understand national affairs?"
Cai Qingman shook her head honestly, she really didn't know.
Cai Fancheng said: "I have called that Lord Your Majesty more than once in front of you three young people, but you three don't understand the meaning of the title Your Majesty at all. This is why I am speechless to you.
How come you don’t even know this bit of common sense in a place like this?”
Cai Qingman asked awkwardly: "Fourth Grandpa, what do you mean by your Majesty?"
Cai Fancheng pondered for a moment and said: "Your Majesty, this is what we call the War Lords of the four theaters. That Lord Han is the new generation of War Lords in the Northern War Zone."
"War Master?" Cai Qingman raised his eyebrows hesitantly, still not understanding.
Cai Zhenhao couldn't stand it any longer, so he rubbed Cai Qingman's head vigorously and said, "It's the biggest one in the entire northern war zone!"
"Ah? The most, the biggest, the biggest?" Cai Qingman stumbled for a moment and his tongue rang out.
Cai Fancheng smiled and said: "Not only that, he is our only "king" in China today!"
"King?" Cai Qingman took a breath and was shocked!
Cai Zhenhao added in a solemn voice: "One person is inferior to ten thousand people! Beilin King, Han Jiulin!"
Cai Qingman completely stayed where he was.
At this moment, she finally understood why her father, the dignified leader of the Cai family, and her fourth grandfather, who once held a high position in the war zone and abdicated, were so respectful to that young man!
With this terrifying identity, even if he traveled all over China, who would dare to be disrespectful and disrespectful?
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