Chapter 2176 Make a Bet

Xiao Jun took it and praised: "It's very beautiful."

She happily placed the small bowl gently on the shelf next to her. "Once it's dry, you can put it in the entrance for your keys or something."

Xiao Jun smiled. She was very thoughtful and even thought of the purpose.

If she were an artist, she would be a pragmatist.

After she put the small bowl away, she came back to clean the mud on the turntable and knead the unused mud into a new ball.

Xiao Jun's hand covered the back of her hand again, kneading the mud with her, and finally their fingers intertwined, and he held her hand.

She lowered her head and huddled in his arms. Xiao Jun tightened his arms to prevent her from moving, then rested his chin on her shoulder.

"Have you studied this before?"

She nodded and said that she learned it from an old man who made pottery in the village, how to play with mud while herding sheep, and how sad she was after the old man passed away.

As she spoke, their fingers did not separate, and Xiao Jun twisted her fingers unconsciously.

It was such an intimate action, he didn't believe that Rumu didn't understand his thoughts, and as long as she gave a little response, Xiao Jun would carry her back to the room.

But she remained stiff and didn't dare move a finger.

Xiao Jun sighed secretly and let go of her hand. Thinking of taking it slow, he became anxious again.

He stood up, walked to the shelf where he kept his pottery, and picked up a finished product he had made earlier.

"How do you think this worked?"

It was a cylindrical vase. After it was formed, he used a carving knife to modify the body of the vase. However, because the clay was not kneaded well and was unevenly wet and dry, a large piece fell off during the modification process, and the cylinder had a crack. In fact, it should have been thrown away, but he forgot about it later.

She stood up, took the vase, looked at it, pursed her lips, and looked embarrassed, as if she didn't know how to comment.

"Just tell the truth."

"Very...artistic."

Xiao Jun laughed: "Is this the word you use to describe everything you're embarrassed to criticize?"

She said awkwardly, "Please don't test me. I really don't understand art and can't comment on your work."

"Artworks don't exist to be incomprehensible. Honestly, don't compliment me," he added, adding, "I don't like compliments."

"Okay," she pondered for two seconds, then said, "The walls of this bottle are unevenly thick, the bottom is crooked, and there's a chip on the top. It looks like it's caused by uneven moisture in the mud. Look, there are cracks all over it. This kind of thing can't be fired in the kiln. It will crack if it's fired..."

Her evaluation was very professional and merciless, but Xiao Jun felt that she was careful with her choice of words to give him some face.

"If you were asked to buy it, how much would you spend?"

Ruomu smiled and said, "I'm not stupid, why would I buy this..."

Xiao Jun laughed, "Not worth a cent?"

She said embarrassedly, "This little bowl I made myself can be sold for ten yuan. As for yours, it doesn't look good at home and has no use. Anyway, I won't buy it..."

To be honest, no one has ever criticized Xiao Jun's work in this way.

Before he became famous, others praised his works to the sky for the sake of his father's reputation or to curry favor with his father.

After becoming famous, all his works, whether paintings or sculptures, which he was not good at, would be blindly pursued by some people.

He had rarely met anyone as outspoken as Ruomu.

The girl criticized the bottle he made as worthless. Although he was not angry, he felt a little embarrassed. Suddenly, an idea came to him, and he said to her, "I plan to sell it tomorrow."

“No one will really buy it…”

"We can give it a try. We won't be selling much anyway. How about 100,000?"

She sneered, but quickly suppressed her laughter. "Well, only a hundred thousand, it's really not much."

Xiao Jun certainly heard the little girl's teasing, "Don't believe it?"

She said frankly, "Even if you made it, I don't think it would sell."

"Then let's make a bet. If I can sell it for 100,000, you have to promise me one thing."

“What if you can’t sell it?”

"I'll give you 100,000."

"No problem!" she replied quickly, then added seriously, "But we have to agree first: not a penny less than the 100,000 yuan."

Xiao Jun smiled and nodded: "Okay."

"You can't cheat and ask friends to buy things."

"Don't worry, I won't cheat."

She thought for a moment and added, "You can't say you made it, because if you do, people might buy your bottle because of your fame."

Xiao Jun thought to himself that this girl wasn't so stupid as to have thought of this, but he didn't want to take advantage of his identity.

"Well, don't take advantage of my identity." He washed his hands in the balcony sink and turned to ask her, "Anything else? Do you want me to give you a written guarantee?"

She waved her hand and said that was not necessary because she believed that Young Master Xiao would be honest.

Afterwards, Xiao Jun said goodnight to her, walked to the door, and turned back to ask her, "You didn't even ask, if I win, what do I ask you to promise?"

She waved her hand lightly, "I know you can't win."

Xiao Jun smiled and said, "Don't speak too soon."

He was about to turn and leave when the girl realized what was happening and ran to the door to stop him, "What do you want me to promise?"

He glanced at her sideways and said, "Don't worry, it's something you can do."

After Xiao Jun left, Ruomu washed his hands and lay back on the small bed.

Then she raised her hands in front of her eyes and looked at her hands in the moonlight. Just now, when they were making pottery together, he touched her hands over and over again. Are her hands really that good? Ruomu smiled foolishly for a while.

I also remembered that he had the audacity to sell a broken pottery bottle. The young master was indeed a daydreamer and had no life experience. Who would buy such a broken bottle?

It seems that I will definitely win 100,000 from him this time.

What should I do with this money?

I want to buy a lot of delicious food and some clothes.

The clothes that Young Master Xiao gave her were quite formal, but when she went out to buy groceries or take out the trash, it was better to wear something casual and homey.

Then he thought about how he still owed Young Master Xiao money, and he could use this money to pay off his debt...

Just as I was daydreaming, my phone vibrated beside my pillow.

Ruomu picked it up. It was from Xiao Jun. It said, "Have breakfast at 7 o'clock tomorrow. After breakfast, we'll go sell bottles. Don't oversleep."

Ruomu quickly replied: OK, got it!

After sending the message, she put her hand back, quickly closed her eyes, and concentrated on falling asleep.

…

The next day, at 6:30 in the morning, the alarm clock rang. Ruomu opened his eyes with difficulty and thought for a while about the 100,000 yuan that was about to come. Only then did he drive away the sleepiness and even feel a little excited.

I was excited but also a little nervous. He was so confident, could he really sell it? Could there really be such a fool?