Chapter 608: 607. Show so respect for your friend’s face Chapter 608: 607. Show so respect for your friend’s face “Miss, please get it straight, it’s not that we took the money and didn’t do the job, we’ve already tried our best. We are returning half of it as a favor, since we have an old acquaintance. That’s it!”
Don’t they need to eat too, for goodness’ sake?
“Dudu——”
With one beep after another of the busy signal coming through, the person on the other end of the phone had already hung up.
Miss Mu hadn’t even caught her breath in the lounge when her phone rang again with several notification tones, signaling the return of the money.
“?!”
Staring at the news on the phone that had changed direction, Mu Ziwei thought for a long ti before finding a contact number from her address book and dialing it.
“Hello, Miss Mu, what can I do for you this ti?”
“You did a good job last ti; I need more information.”
“This…” The other party sounded sowhat distressed.
“What, is there a problem?”
“Miss Mu, that Tang Shu isn’t easy to track. Those few photos I sent you last ti took us a great deal of effort, it took more than half a month to gather that material…”
As soon as Mu Ziwei heard this, she knew what they wanted, and she scoffed coldly, upping the ante.
“I will add money.”
“…It’s not impossible, considering we know each other. We’ll take care of this favor for Miss Mu.”
After hanging up the phone again, Mu Ziwei snorted coldly, her fingers clenching the phone slightly, which revealed that her mood was far from wonderful.
***
Palm Pavilion.
In the study, the national painting by Ye Xiaohui was nearing completion.
On the large wooden desk, a Cold Plum Drawing unfolded before them. With light ink defining the petals and dark ink delineating the stans, the ink was clear and moist, exuding high sentint and artistic taste at the flick of the brush.
Only after adding her signature at the lower left did Ye Xiaohui finally cease her work.
“Judge Tang, how is it? Have I made a lot of progress lately?”
Tang Shu, leaning her head on her hand across the desk, glanced at her with a smile, “Are you sure you want to critique it now?”
“Uh… never mind, you’re better off silent.”
Ye Xiaohui touched her nose and promptly retracted her earlier boastful spirit.
Rembering how her previous two paintings were rcilessly critiqued by him, she shuddered. Forget it. That’s a fortune she couldn’t bear.
“I’ll upload it to the association’s website and leave the rest to fate. Hopefully, I won’t draw you as the judge again.”
Having drawn Tang Shu as her critic twice in a row, she now felt a psychological shadow looming over her.
“Grandpa always praised for having a talent in national painting. Turns out he was deceiving all along.”
“No, you indeed have talent.”
Tang Shu shook her head, was about to comnt on the painting before her, but then swallowed her words.
“Yeah, you’ve made great progress.”
She decided to give her friend so face, after all.
But truth be told, Ye Xiaohui’s foundation in national painting was indeed extraordinary, ranking among the top among many competitors.
When Ye Xiaohui heard that, she gave Tang Shu a complicated look.
“If I’m not mistaken, you are still half a year younger than ?”
So hearing this from you, who are even younger than , feels so out of place —
The prodigy, Ye Xiaohui, felt the full malice of a greater talent looking down from above.
Tang Shu looked at her thoughtfully for a mont, then decisively shifted the topic, “You haven’t been ho for a week; aren’t your uncle and aunt worried?”
Uncle and aunt…
What kind of address is that? In this day and age, shouldn’t she call them “Uncle” and “Auntie”?
The longer Ye Xiaohui stayed with Tang Shu, the more she noticed many habits of hers that seed out of step with modern tis.
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