Chapter 1417 Climbing up the Pole

In Dongchen Country, there were few foreigners who could speak Chinese, so Mrs. Zhao Wanqin was very impressed by Shangguan Luo.

Especially the other person's exquisite mixed-race appearance made her unforgettable at first sight.

Obviously, this young man should have received Western education since he was a child, but his father is from Kyushu.

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There are many excellent works in the exhibition.

Zhao Wanqin also wants to buy a few pieces to take home for collection.

Without waiting for her to step away and take a second look, Shangguan Luo immediately surrounded her.

He had a smile on his face.

"Are you the old lady who set up a stall in Art Street last time? My name is Shangguan Luo. Nice to meet you."

Shangguan Luo's accent is still a little impure. When he said it was a pleasure to meet him, he had an inexplicable sense of rap. Fortunately, his voice was magnetic, so it didn't make people laugh.

The old lady of the Zhao family looked at Shangguan Luo's handsome and young face, and nodded and smiled.

"Yes, hello, my name is Zhao Wanqin. Instead of calling me ma'am this time, you have become an old woman? I am dozens of years older than you, but I still like to be called ma'am."

Shangguan Luo looked calm and generous when faced with Zhao Wanqin's teasing.

"Where, you have always been an elegant lady until now."

Having said that, Shangguan Luo lowered his head gracefully, took Zhao Wanqin's somewhat weak and thin hand, and kissed it gracefully on the hand.

"Hello, elegant lady."

When Zhao Wanqin saw that Shangguan Luo was so good at making people happy, she immediately laughed so hard that she couldn't even see her eyes.

"If I were younger, even ten years older than you, I would probably like you. Unfortunately, my grandson is almost the same age as you."

"I have never seen a young boy like you who can make people happy."

"What does it matter? You obviously like me now."

Shangguan Luo didn't seem to mind the narrow-mindedness of Zhao Wanqin's words at all. He generously stretched out his hand and pointed at the "Girl on the Other Side of the Cloud" behind Zhao Wanqin.

In the picture, the sky is blue, with cotton-like clouds occupying most of the painting paper, and outside the bridge railing in the distance, a girl is leaning on the railing independently, revealing half of her face.

The picture is quiet and beautiful.

There is a heart-pounding feeling.

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"Excuse me, when did the bidding for this painting begin? I have looked for the paintings you participated in the auction before, but I don't seem to have seen this one."

Shangguan Luo's expression was sincere, which made old Mrs. Zhao Wanqin feel a little embarrassed.

"Uh... well, this painting is actually not for sale. It is only used to participate in this exhibition. I have prepared all the paintings participating in the auction in advance."

Upon hearing Zhao Wanqin's words, Shangguan Luo frowned slightly.

"Then there is no possibility of selling it? I really like this painting, and someone even asked me for a ticket to this exhibition."

When I went to the Art Street before, I happened to witness the scene where Ye Linlang acted as a model for Zhao Wanqin.

Bright eyes and white teeth, naturally free from carvings.

Shangguan Luo suddenly felt that the scene was beautiful, so he wanted to collect this painting exclusively.

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Old Mrs. Zhao Wanqin was also very embarrassed. If she had known that this young man didn't know how to joke, she should have made it clear at the Art Street.

Because the format of this international art exhibition is relatively high, ordinary people cannot get tickets.

So Zhao Wanqin was careless.

Mrs. Zhao was in a dilemma.

"I really don't want to sell this painting. I really like it myself. How about this? I have many other paintings on display here. If you want it, how about giving you a painting for free?"

This is already a big concession.

Zhao Wanqin is also a well-known figure in the international painting community. If you take such a painting back as a collection, you might as well keep it at home to increase in value.

Zhao Wanqin thought that if she said this, Shangguan Luo would just accept it and accept it. Who would have expected that the other party looked very calm and just waved his hand towards Zhao Wanqin.

"That's no need. I'm just in love with that painting."

"That's it... I'm really sorry."

Knowing that the other party was unwilling to accept her compensation, Zhao Wanqin was at her wits' end.

What else can I do? Just serve it cold.

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Just when Zhao Wanqin felt embarrassed, she suddenly heard Shangguan Luo's fluent Chinese speaking slowly.

"Looking at your introduction, it seems that you are a visiting professor at T University, right? The introduction board above seems to say that you will hold painting tutorial classes?"

Zhao Wanqin was stunned when she heard this, and looked towards Shangguan Luo, only to find that Shangguan Luo had stopped in front of her booth at some point, staring at her official introduction.

"Yes, what, young man, are you interested in learning the art of painting?"

"Yes! Of course!"

Shangguan Luo Shi smiled gracefully, his innocent deer eyes sparkling and charming.

"I'm worried that there is no suitable painting class to take me in. Can I become your apprentice?"

Zhao Wanqin was dazzled by that smile, and was too dizzy to react.

"Ah, yes!"

Only when his brain came back to his senses did he realize what promise he had made.

Being a student in a painting class is completely different from being a teacher.

How many people in their profession can be called disciples?

The so-called painting classes are just teaching some superficial skills.

In the end, there is still a long way to go to get started and become a disciple.

Zhao Wanqin wanted to regret it, but looking at Shangguan Luo's handsome mixed-race face, she found that she couldn't say the words when she reached her lips, so she could only laugh dryly.

"Okay, then you can come when the time comes."

Mrs. Zhao really wanted to cry, and she didn't know if Shangguan Luo understood what he meant by what he just said.

At this moment, Shangguan Luo suddenly raised his head and looked at her with shining eyes.

"Um, Master, is the girl who modeled for you on the Art Street before, my senior sister?"

"..."

Zhao Wanqin was choked.

This love has gone full circle. It's not just to learn skills, but to pick up girls?

Realizing this, Zhao Wanqin felt a lot more relaxed.

She is also older and actually doesn't like to take care of her disciples.

It would be good if Shangguan Luo fell in love with the little girl named Ye. She was just in love, so it would be good to find a new wife.

"No, that is not your senior sister, but it is very likely that she will become your junior sister."

Shangguan Luo was a little disappointed when he heard the first half of the sentence, but when he heard the second half, he immediately became excited!

"Oh! That's good!"

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Poor Ye Linlang, who was still thousands of meters away, had no idea when she was being taken care of by two people.

She was listening to a tutorial on spoken English.

After all, she had just arrived in Dongchen Country, and although her English had improved a lot, her oral communication was still not good.

Suddenly, he sneezed loudly.

Hey, who is thinking about her?