Cheng Huanchong ate heartily and muttered: "He is a very good person.
Maybe you heard me say that I have to work overtime today, so you should give me extra food to make up for it."
He just mentioned it casually, but to his surprise, the senior took it to heart and went to great lengths to have someone send it to him.
Xue Yang couldn't help but ask: "Is he so nice to everyone?
impossible?
There is obviously a caregiver taking care of you, so why is he still undressed and accompanying you?
I heard that I slept on the sofa in the ward for several nights, right?"
Cheng Huanchong gave his grandma a small shrimp dumpling and casually replied: "Maybe it's because I was injured at his house.
He felt that he was the one who dated me and was responsible for my injury."
"oh oh."
Xue Yang dusted off the crumbs on his hands: "That makes sense.
But you are already well, so why does he still take such considerate care of you?
Talking on the phone and having afternoon snacks - too attentive, right?
Wait! He’s not trying to get something out of you, is he?”
Cheng Huanchong was slightly embarrassed and asked: "I...what can I do for him?
He is richer than me, much richer.
He has everything he wants, and he has neither status nor money and connections.
As a student, I can't do anything except draw.
Besides, he can also draw, and he can draw much better than me!"
Xue Yang's face was full of confusion: "That's weird! Then what does he want from you?"
Cheng Huan Chongjun blushed slightly and glared at his second brother.
"Can you put it in a nicer way?
Don't always think of people so badly.
The senior is a really good and good person, and he is also a fan of mine.
Why does he want to be nice to me?
Second brother, don’t be too utilitarian, okay?”
Xue Yang shrugged: "I don't call it utilitarian, it calls it reality! Brother, you haven't really entered society yet, so you don't know that people's hearts are sinister.
There is nothing truly beautiful in this world, and there are no perfect people.
All the hustle and bustle is for profit, and reality is just so utilitarian.
There is no real fairness in the world, and there are not so many purely good things, except for your relatives and lovers."
"oh."
Cheng Huanchong thought absently.
Xue Yang poked him and asked curiously: "Does he want you to sell him the copyright of your next work?
Isn’t that right?”
ah?
?
Cheng Huanchong shook his head, a look of silence flashed across his eyes.
"...Isn't it?
have no idea."
Xue Yang thought hard and analyzed it carefully.
"As far as I know, many big businessmen who invest in the art industry like to recruit talented young artists, coax them into their companies, let them work for them, and monopolize their works.
.
Then, they will quietly increase the prices of these artists’ works, thereby increasing their value and profiting from it.”
Cheng Huanchong: "Huh?"
After making a sound, thinking of Lin Qingzhi's various concerns for him, an indescribable feeling surged up in his heart, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.
"I...I have indeed heard a lot of such things.
A senior sister also came to me before and said that the boss of her company wanted to recruit me, but I simply refused.
She said that she knew it would not be easy to recruit me, but the other party was willing to pay tens of millions of annual salary and guarantee the price for three years. She hoped that I would seriously consider it and call her at any time if I change my mind."
The old man beside him dropped a tissue. Cheng Huanchong was too distracted to pick it up, so he randomly picked one and handed it to the old man.
"yes!"
Xue Yang immediately realized: "That must be the case! Third son, Mr. Lin 100% has the same purpose.
It's just that he is a high-ranking nobleman after all, and his style of conduct and work must be different from that of ordinary businessmen.
Look! People are looking for benefits and beautiful women to seduce you, but he is completely different."
He personally took good care of me, took him back and forth personally, and even made the snacks himself and had his bodyguard deliver them in the cold weather.
Such condescension and trying to please, it can be seen that he has put a lot of effort into it! Cheng Huanchong paused with the chopsticks in his hand, and put it down in a waning mood.
"...I'm just a little painter.
There is no need for him to be like this."
Even though he said this, he couldn't help but think of Lin Qingzhi's sincere and clear eyes, his intimate feeling of talking to her all night long about everything, and everything that happened these days.
Cheng Huanchong fell silent, bowing his head and saying nothing.
Xue Yang was still very excited and chattering endlessly.
"You don't know! A signed photo of yours can be sold for hundreds! If it's a daily photo without a signature, it can be sold for three hundred! Those who secretly took photos of you in school must have made a lot of money.
!If Mom hadn’t stopped me, I would have made a lot of money from your beautiful photos! If I take the photos, it’s better than those candid photos, right?
It will definitely sell for several hundred! Brother, my second brother has already said that your future agent can only be me, otherwise I will have to deal with you.
You must remember that it must be one of your own, otherwise none of us will be at ease..." "I won't eat it, you can eat it."
Cheng Huanchong stood up with a slight expression on his face, "I think grandma is thirsty. Pour her some water. I'll go back to the room first."
Xue Yang, who had always been a fool, didn't notice anything was wrong with him and grabbed his arm.
"I said - I have said so much, how much have you listened to?
Why go back in such a hurry?
There is still a lot of food left here! These are all good things, how can we waste them!"
Cheng Huanchong shook his head absently: "I didn't hear much."
Xue Yang pretended to glare at him angrily and angrily threatened: "Xiaoyu and Xiaopeng must sleep with their third uncle tonight!"
However, Cheng Huanchong lost the mood to joke at all and said in a low voice: "Second brother, I just want to paint the paintings I like now. I don't want to make a debut or anything, let alone use some traffic route to increase the popularity of my paintings.
If I want to do this, the group under my name is enough to operate it."
"Really don't think about it anymore?"
Xue Yang blinked, "Additional conditions - a pair of cute twins?"
Cheng Huanchong laughed dumbly: "Are you willing?
Second sister-in-law, are you willing to bear it?
Did you ask?"
Xue Yang shrank his head and was instantly frightened.
"Don't... don't ask your second sister-in-law.
You are a twin of a dragon and a phoenix, you are not lacking at all! Hee hee hee!"
Cheng Huanchong was too lazy to talk to him anymore, told him to take good care of his grandma, and turned back to his room.
I closed the door and returned to the computer attentively. Unexpectedly, I didn't know what was going on. I couldn't concentrate for a long time. My mind was in a mess. It seemed that I didn't think of anything, but I couldn't calm down for a long time.
Cheng Huanchong was extremely irritable. He scratched his hair, fell down and rolled on the bed. After rolling around a few times, he closed his eyes in confusion.
Unexpectedly, he couldn't sleep for a long time, and he was so angry! "Ahhhh..." He got up, rubbed his face in frustration, and returned to the computer.
After a long while, he found that his mind was completely blank and he could not remember anything from the outline of the plot to the characteristics of the characters.
"Why!!!"
He kicked the bed irritably, fell on the quilt and didn't want to move.