Chapter 149 White Bearded Old Man

Chapter 150 White Bearded Old Man

Wen Ning rubbed his sore neck and looked at Wang Haihua with dim eyes.

"I think you should know that there is a saying that goes, 'If you are willing to gamble, you will accept the loss.' If you were as sober and rational as you are now when I first suggested continuing the gambling, you wouldn't have lost so badly."

At this moment, Wang Haihua no longer had the excitement and surprise she had when she first met Wen Ning a few days ago. She finally understood that this seemingly handsome and gentle man was actually a dark person at heart.

"It seems that the woman is really pitiful. She actually chose someone like you who has a dark heart."

Facing her sarcasm and provocation, Wen Ning remained calm and said, "Don't worry about our relationship. What you need to consider now is how to pay back the thousand yuan you owe."

Hearing this, Wang Haihua's smile disappeared immediately.

When Wen Ning proposed to continue the game in the afternoon, she said that she had no money, so Wen Ning suggested that the old housekeeper lend her money: if she lost, she would not have to pay interest, only the principal would be returned; if she won, the principal would be returned, and all the interest would be hers.

She was impulsive at the time, and with Wen Ning deliberately showing weakness, she felt that she had a great chance of winning back, so she readily agreed. But who could have thought that she would lose so badly?

Seeing Wang Haihua's eyes rolling and preparing to cheat, Wen Ning took out a piece of paper from his pocket, "Don't forget, I still have the IOU you wrote..."

It was written in black and white, clearly. Even if Wang Haihua wanted to deny it, she finally lost the courage at this moment. "Um... I was just joking, right? Why did you take it so seriously?"

Wen Ning's face suddenly turned cold when he heard this. "If I was the loser, you wouldn't say that, right? With so many people as witnesses, even if we take the case to the police station or to court, you still won't be in the right. You have to pay the money back honestly."

Wen Ning's words made Wang Haihua lose the last bit of hope. With such a large sum of money and no job, how could she pay it back?

Seeing this, Wen Ning smiled faintly and stood up, giving Butler Wang a look. The old butler immediately understood, walked up to Wang Haihua and whispered a few words in a low voice.

Wang Haihua's eyes suddenly brightened up. She looked at the old housekeeper as if he were her savior. "Old man, are you telling the truth?"

Seeing Butler Wang's expression change, Wang Haihua realized what she had just said. "Ahaha, it was just a slip of the tongue. Butler Wang, are you telling the truth?"

The old housekeeper nodded. "As long as you promise not to come to my Meng family again, we won't need the money. We will also prepare tickets and travel expenses for you to go home. What do you think?"

How is it? Of course it is great!

But when Wang Haihua thought about not being able to come to the Meng family easily in the future, she felt that she had suffered a huge loss. "If I am not allowed to come to the Meng family, what about my job? How can I find a partner in the future?"

Seeing that she was about to go back on her word, the old housekeeper immediately frowned and said, "It's okay if you don't agree. Just wait for our subpoena. If it gets out that you don't pay back the money, which company would want someone like you..."

Wen Ning and the old housekeeper played the good cop and the bad cop respectively, and finally persuaded Wang Haihua to agree not to harass the Meng family again.

Early the next morning, Wang Haihua finally left under the escort of bodyguards.

Looking at the car driving away, Fang Qing and Zicheng standing in the attic both breathed a sigh of relief.

After getting rid of this big trouble, the Meng family felt a rare sense of relaxation. That night, the cook specially prepared a large table of delicious dishes to thank Wen Ning for his help.

Because it has been raining these days, everyone is almost bored to death at home.

So the next morning, the housekeeper arranged a car and took the whole family to a beautiful park to relax.

Wen Ning took Zicheng to go rock climbing, while Fang Qing found a corner by the lake and started painting the pavilions and towers in the park.

Fang Qing was so absorbed in her painting that she had no idea that several people were slowly gathering behind her.

Fang Qing applied dark green paint to paint the trees in the distance, but someone behind him stopped him immediately, "Don't move. The color here is a gradient. If you apply it directly like this, the whole picture will look very stiff."

Fang Qing was startled by the sudden sound and the tip of his pen hit the drawing board.

"Oh my! This is all in vain..." The onlookers sighed and gradually dispersed.

Fang Qing sighed and raised his hand to tear it up and start over, but the man behind him immediately came over and said, "Don't tear it up, it can still be fixed."

Then, without waiting for Fang Qing to react, this person stepped forward, grabbed the paintbrush and casually made two strokes on the place that had just been stained. The originally damaged picture was miraculously restored.

Fang Qing looked at the drawing paper in amazement, which was obviously more artistic than the one he just drew. He turned around in surprise and saw that the person next to him was a white-haired old man.

"Thank you, Grandpa. I didn't expect you to be so amazing. I'm lucky to have met you, otherwise I would have to redraw this painting."

The old man smiled when he heard this, stroked his gray beard and sighed, "I can't say I understand, I just know a little bit."

Then he looked at Fang Qing again. This girl was very young and had no experience in painting, but she had a good grasp of composition and structure, so he wanted to give her some pointers.

"Girl, are you interested in learning painting from me?"

Seeing that Fang Qing did not object, the old man changed his calm demeanor, quickly took out a tattered leaflet from his pocket, put it in front of Fang Qing, and began to explain very actively.

"Let me tell you, if you want to learn to paint well, you can't do it without someone's guidance. You must find a famous artist to teach you personally..."

Fang Qing opened his mouth, "Um...that..."

The old man slapped her stupidly raised hand and said, "I know what you are going to say. You are just afraid that my fees are unreasonable and that I am cheating you! Don't worry, although I, Old Gong, may not look very reliable, I can really draw..."

"My prices are the most reasonable in the whole capital, and I guarantee that I will teach you until you learn it, and I will never charge you a penny more..."

As he spoke, the old man took out a few pieces of crumpled drawing paper from somewhere in his pocket and showed them to Fang Qing with a proud look on his face.

"Look, this is my old work. How is it? Not bad, right? Well, don't worry. Although I'm old, I'm more than capable of teaching you how to do this kind of thing..."

Fang Qing stared at the drawing paper in the old man's hand in amazement. Although the paper had been folded into many wrinkles, Fang Qing could still see the whole picture of the painting at a glance. "This... Whose master's work is this?"

The old man with white beard stroked the few remaining whiskers on his chin proudly, "Who else could it be... ahem, of course it's the work of Master Ben. Hey, little girl, do you want to learn painting from me? I don't accept apprentices easily. Once you miss this opportunity, you will never get it again."

Seeing Fang Qing was attracted by the painting, the old man thought there was a way, "Girl, as long as you learn from me for a few days, I guarantee that your painting skills will improve rapidly, how about it?"

Before Fang Qing could speak, Wen Ning came over from behind and said, "Old man, please don't worry about it."

(End of this chapter)