Chapter 82 The Loser Causes a Scene at the Art Academy
"Ha, do they really think they're some kind of celestial being who doesn't eat grains?"
"Pah, what a load of bull! He condones pigeons stealing and still says such things. He's not even human."
"That's right, the 10 yuan we lost is our child's tuition fee!"
“If we heard it with our own ears, how could he possibly deny it? Everyone, let’s work together to break down the door, find the stolen items, and leave the rest. I won’t touch anything else, just take the rubber band from the doll; it’s a keepsake her mother left her.”
“Yes, he is unjust, but we cannot be unjust. All lost property is recorded, and we will only take what is rightfully ours.”
"right!"
...
With a single call, everyone responded. Even the frail receptionist couldn't stop them. In no time, the wooden door was kicked open, and the three people struggling inside stared blankly at the doorway.
Professor He blocked the table and said anxiously, "The drawer contains Xiaozha's personal belongings. You can't touch them, or... I'll sue you."
"Hey, ****, the owner has recovered their belongings, so even if the King of Heaven himself comes, it's perfectly legal and reasonable!"
"You shameless bastard, you're unworthy to be a teacher!"
"Professor He, we are all civilized people, why make such a scene!" In the sweltering heat, he was wearing a long robe and looked like a schoolteacher.
"Hmph, a girl once produced irrefutable evidence that Xiaozha had taken 15 yuan from her, and I returned it all. What evidence do you have to prove that Xiaozha took your things?"
Upon hearing this, the owner was speechless. They had vanished without a trace, and apart from a few grains of cooked rice, there was indeed no other evidence.
“I have it. It’s a lost rubber band. It’s deep red with a green agate pendant at the bottom. There’s an ‘X’ shaped scratch on the agate. Professor He, would you dare let me find it myself?”
He had examined every item in the drawer countless times. Upon hearing this, he sighed, turned around, took out a rubber band, and tossed it over.
Snap!
The rubber band fell to the ground, shattering the agate in two. This completely enraged the big man, who gripped the rubber band tightly, stepped forward, and threw a punch while cursing incessantly.
"Throwing other people's belongings around deserves to be beaten. Let's all attack them together."
Things took an unexpected turn, and Mo Qinglan was overjoyed. Under the guise of protecting Lin Shu, she hid to the side and watched her mentor being beaten. "Stop! Stop it! Hitting people is against the law. I, Mo Qinglan, hereby guarantee that all the stolen items will be returned."
The crowd, enraged, wouldn't listen to a word he said. Some beat others up, while others searched for their belongings. But this... was exactly the result he wanted.
“I remember the oil stain on the 5 yuan note even after it's burned to ashes. Professor He, look closely, I didn't take a single extra stitch or thread, ptooey!”
"The gold necklace was part of my husband's family's betrothal gift. It was engraved with my and my husband's surnames and a serial number. I didn't take any extras. If anything is missing later, don't blame me."
"A strawberry hair clip, a gift for my daughter's 6th birthday, and a diamond fell off the side. Professor He, you... are so disappointing."
...
Only after all the owners had left did the receptionist dare to come in. "Professor, I'm sorry, it was my incompetence that I couldn't stop them."
Professor He, his hair disheveled and covered in dust, leaned on the table, staring at a drawer full of pebbles, speechless for a long time.
"Xiaoling, this is not your fault. Don't worry, you won't be punished. Leave the rest to me. You can go now. The front desk can't be left unattended."
"Yes, Assistant Mo!"
With her face flushed, Xiaoling glanced at Lin Shu meaningfully before leaving, and cursed inwardly that she was an ugly woman and how could she be worthy of the handsome Mo Qinglan.
"Professor, things have escalated to this point, so we have to issue a statement. Leave the matter to me, don't worry."
"Xiao Zha, my Xiao Zha, Xiao Shu, do you think those bandits will hurt Xiao Zha?"
"Dad, what time is it? Is a gray pigeon more important, or your reputation? The statement... I'll go write it right away."
"No, we have to find Xiaozha quickly, or something bad will happen."
"Professor, don't worry. I locked Xiaozha up when the newspaper published the article, and it's happily pecking at the millet right now."
"Okay, as long as Xiaozha is alright."
After speaking, his thin frame slid down the table, his eyes vacant and lifeless, showing no trace of the spirit of an artist.
Lin Shu wanted to step forward and offer some words of comfort, but Mo Qinglan stopped her.
"Ah Shu, let the professor have some peace and quiet. We still need to draft a statement."
After thinking for a moment, Lin Shu nodded, glanced at Professor He with concern, and then followed Mo Qinglan out of the studio.
Yunxia learned the outcome of the investigation into the theft of the grey pigeons three days later.
Feng Jingling spat out melon seeds while explaining the results of the investigation.
The Central Academy of Fine Arts issued a statement confirming that Grey Pigeon did indeed steal the items, which have been returned to their owner. He Wuyu issued a public apology and resigned.
"That stubborn old man doesn't seem like the type to apologize!"
"Ha! Mo Qinglan is behind this. By squeezing out the teacher, his chances of promotion are huge. He climbed to the top by stepping on his mentor. How could he do such a thing?"
What should Professor He do after leaving the art academy?
"Oh, he has many options. With his qualifications, he would be a top figure at any art academy. Even foreign art academies have been extending offers to him! However, it is said that he is going into seclusion for a period of time to rethink the meaning of painting."
The mind of an artist is too hard to guess; it's best to just watch and enjoy the show. Yunxia threw away the watermelon rind and was about to take another slice when someone tapped her on the back of the hand.
"Jiang Chao, what's wrong?"
"Watermelon is cooling in nature, so eating too much is bad for your health."
As he spoke, he took the last slice of watermelon from the plate, quickly ate it down to the rind, glanced at the little girl, and threw the rind far away.
"Xiaxia, don't listen to him. There are still small watermelons in the house. Let's cut another one."
"Aunt Wu, no need. Eating too much before bed will make you wake up at night."
“That’s right, Ah Chao. A letter came from the countryside. Grandpa misses you. We’ll take Xiaxia to stay for a few days tomorrow.”
Jiang An's behavior at Jiang Shuo's funeral displeased Old Man Jiang. A firm believer in superstition, he made a harsh statement, resolutely refusing to acknowledge the grandson who was a wolf cub reincarnated, but he was still quite kind to Jiang Chao.
Therefore, even though Jiang Anxin's illness has improved a lot, Wu Lifang does not plan to let him go back to his hometown to visit relatives.
"It's dirty, messy, and awful. Will she be able to get used to it?"
"Heh, who do you think you are?" Compared to the apocalypse, everywhere is a pure land.
"Godmother, I want to go too!"
"If we stay in the city honestly, the shop won't be short of people."
Most importantly, he acts ostentatiously and spends money extravagantly, which might cause trouble for his aunt and uncle's family. Jiang Chao hates trouble the most and doesn't want to clean up their mess.
No one knows a child better than their mother. Wu Lifang knew the situation of her brother and sister-in-law's family. "Lingling, A-Chao is her own grandson, so we have to go. Xiaxia is being fostered, so we have to let her get to know her family. An'an is too weak to help. Can you bear to let your godmother work so hard all by herself?"
Faced with the choice between "going out and having fun" and "helping her godmother," Feng Jingling pondered for a moment and chose the latter.
"Godmother, with me here, how could I let you get tired? Ah Chao, Little Butterfly, have a great time in the countryside, and bring back some salted duck eggs."
Just thinking about the oily, runny yolk makes my mouth water!
"Hmph, I'm not bringing it!"
"Ah Chao..." The boy threw a tantrum and acted like a spoiled child, and Jiang Chao reluctantly nodded.
The next day, early in the morning, Jiang Chao and Yun Xia, carrying large bags and small packages, took a dilapidated minibus and bumped around for two hours to reach Lizi Village in Daxin Town.
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