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"Five thousand..." It would be a lie for Zhang Qingsong to say that he was not envious. This was a huge sum of money for him, not to mention that he now had a physical defect and could not find a job at all.

The man's eyes were bloodshot and his hands were clenched into fists.

Why did he give the opportunity to draw to his sister when he was a child?

If he had learned to paint, then if a painting sold for 5,000 yuan, he would be the one to make it. Even if he was lame, as long as his hands could move, he could keep painting...

Unfortunately, there is no medicine for regret in the world.

Zhang Qingsong didn't speak for a long time, his lips were tightly closed, and his face was gloomy.

Zhang Chunxi immediately realized that she had said the wrong thing. She felt very bad when she saw her brother's sad face. Her parents said that since the car accident, her brother rarely went out, because he no longer had any need to go out.

Thinking of this, the woman mustered up the courage to suggest, "Brother, you know I'm quite busy at work. You don't have anything to do at home anyway, so why don't you help me deliver the painting tomorrow!"

Hearing this, Zhang Qingsong raised his eyelids, a hint of sarcasm on his face. Now, in the eyes of his sister Zhang Chunxi, he was not even as good as an errand boy...

"Okay..." The man secretly made up his mind that when he arrived at the transaction location tomorrow, he would ruin the deal with his own hands!

The next day, Zhang Qingsong arrived at the agreed place early according to the address given by Zhang Chunxi and waited.

He placed the painting at his feet and tapped it lightly with his fingers.

Just then, a middle-aged man in a suit and tie pushed open the door and walked straight towards him.

"Hello, Mr. Zhang."

Zhang Qingsong said "hmm" softly, without giving the other party a good look. After the other party sat down, he said straight to the point:

"The previous price was a bit low. I want to add another two thousand." After saying that, he looked straight at the other person. The man's face was very surprised. After thinking for a few seconds, he actually agreed to increase the price.

"can."

Now it was Zhang Qingsong's turn to be surprised. He actually liked Zhang Chunxi's paintings so much? He was willing to buy them even though the price was raised by two thousand.

"Are you..." stupid? The man blurted out.

"No!" he explained hastily, "I really like your paintings." He then shifted his gaze to Zhang Qingsong's legs. "It's not because of your legs that I feel sympathy for you, but more out of admiration for you."

He recognized the wrong person... Zhang Qingsong murmured in his heart, his emotions were very complicated.

"If you're willing, you can send me your paintings first. I have many friends who own galleries. Even if I don't buy them, I can recommend them to you."

The man leaned forward, his eyes sincere, and said, "Please believe what I say!"

Zhang Qingsong turned his head and looked out the window. A little boy was holding a drawing board and skipping along, followed by his mother.

"Okay, deal."

Before leaving, Zhang Qingsong exchanged contact information with the other party and said to the buyer:

"do you know?"

"If my legs can bring me fame and fortune, I don't mind people talking about them."

In the evening, Zhang Chunxi returned home from get off work.

"Brother!" The woman asked excitedly, "How was it? Did everything go well today?"

"It went...smoothly."

Zhang Qingsong covered his face with his hands and deliberately avoided her.

The woman sensed something was wrong and tried to pry his hands apart.

"Sister, hiss..." As the man spoke, the wound at the corner of his mouth was pulled and he couldn't help crying out in pain.

"What happened to you?" Zhang Chunxi was surprised. He was just delivering a painting, so how could his brother be injured like this? She said angrily, "Did something go wrong when buying the painting? I'll send a message to that person right now..."

"No!" Zhang Qingsong hurriedly stopped her, "Sister, you don't know how bad that guy is. He started complaining as soon as he saw your painting. I was so angry that I hit him with the painting, but I..." The man looked at his legs, his eyes slightly red.

"It was all my fault. Luckily, a kind passerby helped me, so I didn't get hurt more seriously. But I damaged your painting... That person was seriously injured and might want to take revenge on me."

"Sister, you must not contact him!" The man began to cry tremblingly, "If he finds me... what should I do... He has a big hole in his head, is he suffering from a concussion? The medical bills will definitely be huge... He might even blackmail me..."

"My legs are already like this... If he gets tangled with me again, my life will be truly ruined... Wuwuwu..."

The man burst into tears at the end of his speech.

Zhang Chunxi saw his brother's reaction and quickly comforted him, "I'll cancel my account right now. Don't worry, brother, he won't be able to find you. Even if he comes to my house, I will stand in front of you!"

She held the man in her arms and patted his back gently, "Okay, okay, it's all my sister's fault. I shouldn't have asked you to deliver the painting."

"No, I'm willing to deliver the paintings for my sister! If I hadn't met that person today, I wouldn't have known that delivering paintings could be so dangerous. From now on, I'll be the one delivering all the paintings you sell!"

Zhang Chunxi gave a wry smile. "I guess my paintings won't sell anymore. I thought I'd found a soulmate, but he just wanted to humiliate me in person."

The woman's eyes began to well up, partly because of her brother's experience and partly because no one appreciated her paintings.

Zhang Qingsong had laughed enough in the woman's arms. When he raised his head, his face had changed into a sad expression. The man choked up and said, "Sister, don't worry. I have a friend who runs a gallery. You can give me all your paintings and I will find a solution for you."

After the man's repeated requests, Zhang Chunxi finally agreed to give him all the paintings.

In this way, Zhang Qingsong took his sister Zhang Chunxi's paintings and continued to trade with the first buyer, and he did not give a penny of the money he got to Zhang Chunxi.

Half a year later, Zhang Chunxi was fired from her job due to work problems. She remembered the paintings she had left with her brother and wanted to take some back and sell them herself. After all, so much time had passed and Zhang Qingsong had not sold a single painting.

"Sister, those paintings are all in my friend's gallery. How can I get them back?"

"But... I want to find a channel myself. I recently met a new painting friend who has some resources. I won't take them all back. You just need to give me three or four paintings..."

The woman's mouth opened and closed. Zhang Qingsong knew that if he didn't return the paintings to her, she wouldn't give up. Moreover, after she lost her job, her source of income was gone. She would definitely spend more time selling paintings, and his secret would be discovered sooner or later.

He has to find a way to solve this problem once and for all!

"Okay, I'll go to my friend's gallery early tomorrow morning. You wait for me at home."

"I will go with you."