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Heavens above! Master, is it not enough to just trick people out of three paintings? Is he going to keep them by his side to use and trick them at any time?

What's the difference between this and a "pig butchering scam"?

No!

As disciples of a master, they couldn't just stand by and watch.

They must be killed too!

Fang Shiyou stepped forward and put his arm around Leo's shoulder: "You've come back with us! There are countless delicious foods over there, spicy, savory, sour, sweet, bitter and spicy. I guarantee you won't want to leave!"

Wen Ying retorted, "We also have countless famous mountains, rivers, lakes, and seas. Have you ever seen our traditional Chinese paintings? They are magnificent and ever-changing. They are unlike anything else."

Leo was filled with longing: "Really?"

Caibao nodded: "Oh, you can actually learn new ways to draw too."

Leo was completely confused: "New... painting? What kind of painting is that?"

Caibao couldn't express himself, so he looked at his father.

Chen Chuan understood what she meant: "Our traditional Chinese painting uses brushes, ink, and pigments as tools to paint on Xuan paper or silk. Our traditional Chinese painting is divided into figures, landscapes, and flowers and birds, and can be either freehand or meticulous, which is very different from oil painting."

He took out his phone and showed Leo a few traditional Chinese paintings.

He stared wide-eyed, zooming in and out repeatedly, muttering to himself, "So beautiful..."

Caibao looked at him and said, "If you go there, you can not only paint oil paintings, but also learn our traditional Chinese painting. I'm learning now, and I can teach you too."

She teaches?

Fang Shiyou and the others thought of the traffic light painting and Caibao's masterpieces. They also felt that it might be better if Leo hadn't been taught by Caibao. If he had, he would probably have gone astray.

But Leo himself was unaware that he was deeply moved: "Really?"

"Of course, you're my friend!!"

"Then should I become your apprentice?"

Fang Shiyou and Wen Ying immediately became alert and glared at Leo.

Caibao waved his hand: "We'll talk about that later."

Chen Chuan said, "Artists are not only not only specialists in one field, but can also be inclusive and have a broad understanding of different areas."

Leo stared at them, mouth agape. "I don't quite understand what you're saying, but you sound really impressive! I'm going! I'm going right now!! Sister Caibao, when are we leaving?"

Fang Shiyou looked at him: "Don't you need to go back and pack your luggage?"

"No need, I have money. I'll buy it over there. Didn't you say you have everything?"

Leo's ancestors left him countless estates and various businesses.

He's not good at business, so he leaves everything to professional managers. He just waits for his dividends every year and lives a comfortable life.

Simply put, he is not short of money, extremely rich.

That's why he can pursue art purely and feel that measuring art with money is an insult.

Chen Chuan, however, disagrees. He believes that the greatest respect for art is to make it valuable.

Because in this world, everyone may not know the value of goods, but money certainly does.

Which artist hasn't dreamed of having one of their paintings fetch an astronomical price at auction?

People like Leo, who simply pursue art, are, in short, innocent children who haven't been beaten down by society.

Fang and Wen both gave him a thumbs up at the same time: "You're awesome!"

Very well, Treasure has successfully tricked Leo into becoming crippled.

Damn it, this is such an obvious scam! Has this foreigner gone crazy from all the drawing? He actually got completely fooled by his master.

Impressed.

Many years later, no one expected that Leo would actually become a famous... master of traditional Chinese painting.

That was just a child's casual remark; who would have thought it would come true?

He fell madly in love with ink wash landscape painting, and spent decades traveling all over China, taking in the magnificent scenery and capturing it all on paper with his brush.

He has won countless awards, and in his acceptance speech, he always thanks his close friend, who is also his best friend in life.

Perhaps the treasure he spoke of back then wasn't just a joke?

She smiled without saying a word.

*

Lei Ao's friend, He Junhao, who helped him organize the art exhibition, was very unhappy when he learned that Lei Ao was going to Hecheng.

Leo left too quickly; by the time Leo called, he had already arrived in Hecheng.

"You're still so willful, just leaving like that, abandoning a ton of things at the art exhibition? I heard you painted two new paintings, where are they? What? You gave them away? What happened to you..."

After a long string of complaints, Leo hung up the phone and looked at Caibao with a puzzled expression: "He's angry, I don't know why."

Caibao and his father exchanged a glance and shook their heads simultaneously.

I'm so stupid, I'd feel like I'd be doing myself a disservice if I didn't lie to him. Why else would I be angry? Of course, it's because I acted too late and missed out on getting anything.

She looked at Fang Wen and the other person: "Do you know?"

The two quickly shook their heads: "We don't know."

Stupid! I really want to expel these stupid disciples from the sect.

Finally, it was Wanshan, with his greater life experience, who provided the answer.

Although Wan Shan seems foolish in front of Chen Chuan, he managed to escape from the wolfish den of the Wan family and still have his own career. In essence, he's not a fool, okay?

He is only sincere to his friends.

He asked Leo, "Whenever Mr. He invites you to hold an art exhibition, do you pay for all the expenses, but the money from the sale of the paintings never reaches you?"

Leo nodded: "Of course, I agreed to it. I don't care about the money. He told me that it would be donated to children in mountainous areas. I'm happy to use art to bring a better life to the children."

He himself often donates painting tools to impoverished families, hoping to inspire more people to dream of art through his own efforts.

Well... dreams are nice, but drawing is an expensive hobby, whether it's a profession or a hobby.

Sure enough, Leo, born into a wealthy family, had no concept of money.

He only cares about inspiration and his work; he doesn't care about anything else.

Logically, a master of his caliber should earn a considerable income from painting alone, but so far, he has been supporting his hobby with his family's wealth inherited from his ancestors.

Although it seems that one of his paintings can sell for millions, making it seem very valuable.

But art is, after all, a hobby that only a small group of people can afford. These things are mostly expensive but not readily available, with very few buyers.

After all, there aren't many people who are truly wealthy, knowledgeable about art, and able to appreciate it.

Leo had heard his friend complain year after year, so he no longer cared whether his paintings could be sold or how much they sold for.

Anyway, he's already donated it all, so it doesn't matter.

The mountains remained silent.

After a long pause, I changed my approach and asked him, "How can you be sure that the money from your paintings has actually reached the people who need it?"

Leo stared in disbelief: "He's my friend, he wouldn't lie to me."

That's it?

Caibao said, "Give him to Grandpa."

Let him know what the wickedness of the human heart is!