The bar was deafeningly loud under the cover of night.
"President Chu is truly a man of great talent."
"I am very happy to meet with President Chu. Our cooperation is settled."
“... ..."
After signing the contract, several clients each put their arms around a beautiful woman and left, their smiles as bright as blooming chrysanthemums.
Men have only one hobby in life: they are mortal enemies with gambling and drugs!
"Mr. Chu." The woman who was serving drinks sat down next to Chu Fang, smiling charmingly.
Chu Fang wrote her a check: "Go find somewhere cool to stay."
Upon seeing the amount on the check, the hostess thought for a moment and said, "Mr. Chu, please double it. I'll go wait in the refrigerator."
Chu Fang: "???!!!"
"Just kidding..."
The hostess smiled and tried to kiss Chu Fang, but he picked up a plate and brought it to her red lips, saying, "We won't need it in the refrigerator. Kiss this plate for ten minutes, and I'll double the amount for you."
"no problem!"
Then a bizarre scene unfolded at the bar: a beautiful hostess kissed a plate for a full ten minutes.
After the kiss, a flamboyant guy approached and said, "Hey beautiful, want to kiss me?"
"Even your plate is cooler than you!"
After saying that, the hostess left in her high heels, giving Chu Fang the middle finger before she left, making a gesture that everyone in the world understands.
Ren Feiping looked away: "I even wanted to kiss that plate."
"You?" Chu Fang glanced at him sideways while eating his tomato and egg rice bowl. "Two hundred for ten minutes of kissing."
"Why should I have fewer than that girl?"
"You only deserve two hundred."
Ren Feiping clenched his fist, made a threatening gesture, and then sat down next to him: "Why have you been coming to bars so often lately for business dinners?"
Chu Fang said with a serious expression, "I want to die."
He did have suicidal thoughts.
Recently, I've been working with Zhong Tingyue, and I feel that the work is truly inhumane.
Who the hell invented the job?
More importantly, Zhong Tingyue's wife seemed to have gone mad, staying at home all day, single-mindedly painting the works she wanted.
But art is inherently an abstract thing. The distinctions between beauty and ugliness, depth and shallowness... are ultimately a matter of personal opinion.
Zhong Tingyue painted many works, but she was not satisfied with any of them because they were not the works she envisioned. As a result, she fell into a vicious cycle of painting and tearing up, then painting again.
Chu Fang asked, "What do you think art is?"
"Art?" Upon hearing this, Ren Feiping stroked his chin. "I think everything I don't understand is quite artistic."
"The sky should be blue, but it's often shrouded in mist; the water should be clear, but it's not always clean; people should be simple, but they're all incredibly shrewd; the wife you pay a high price for, the one you marry through proper channels, should be yours, but sometimes that might not be the case..."
Before he could finish speaking, Chu Fang kicked Ren Feiping: "Can't you say something meaningful?"
Ren Feiping smiled and suddenly walked towards the booth. Several girls were sitting in the booth with expressions of rejection, while several boys in front of them were shamelessly trying to chat them up.
He approached, followed by several security guards, and said, "Gentlemen, is there anything I can do for you? If not, please don't disturb the ladies while they are drinking."
The boys glanced at Ren Feiping and the security guard, frowned, and then left the bar. Seeing them leave, the girls breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you."
"It's okay. If anyone harasses you, just go to security."
The girls wanted to add Ren Feiping's contact information, so he gave them the bar's public contact information and then walked back to the bar.
Chu Fang crossed his legs and said, "You've changed."
In the past, Ren Feiping would have been too lazy to bother with these things. Bars are places where all sorts of people mingle, and anyone who comes here is prepared for such things.
“People always change.” Ren Feiping shrugged. “The people who come here are all treasures to their parents. I can’t let them get hurt in the bar. I can’t control them outside the bar, but not in the bar.”
Only after having children did Ren Feiping gradually understand his parents' feelings back then.
After finishing the last bite of his meal, Chu Fang took out his bank card and handed it to Ren Feiping, who accepted it and swiped the card to pay the bill: "I'll give you a 10% discount."
"Important." Chu Fang snapped his fingers.
He liked Ren Feiping's approach; Ren Feiping didn't try to curry favor with him but treated him as a true friend.
After enjoying his meal and drinks, Chu Fang leisurely left the bar and then drove back to the Tanhua residential area.
As soon as the door opened, Zhong Tingyue appeared, sitting upright in front of the easel, holding a paintbrush and biting the end of it, just like a peerless master in a TV series.
Zhong Tingyue was dressed in white pajamas, her long hair loosely tied up. Stripped of the colorful paint on her body, she had the air of a fairy.
"You're back."
"Hmm." Chu Fang asked as he took off his shoes, "How's the drawing going?"
"Not very good."
As she spoke, Zhong Tingyue tore the artwork apart, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it into the trash can, but it didn't go in; it fell outside.
Chu Fang picked up the artwork, opened it, and saw that it was a painting with a very Western style, with various messy lines and colorful smears.
He looked closely, but couldn't make out a human figure.
Chu Fang, against his will, praised, "I think it's quite well drawn."
"Don't try to comfort me." Chu Fang sat behind Zhong Tingyue, who naturally slumped down onto his lap, her voice filled with agitation and anxiety. "I don't want to paint anymore. I don't have that artistic talent. I'm just an ordinary person."
"Then let's not paint anymore." Chu Fang combed Zhong Tingyue's hair. She had been busy painting lately and hadn't taken care of herself much.
It has to be said that God is not fair. Even so, Zhong Tingyue is still beautiful and charming, and even has the relaxed and carefree feeling of an artist.
"Shouldn't you comfort me, tell me to believe in myself, and keep painting?" Zhong Tingyue's eyes remained clear.
"Ms. Zhong, you must believe in yourself. You will definitely be able to create a masterpiece that will be passed down through generations."
"It sounds like you're just trying to brush me off."
Chu Fang rubbed that gentle, pretty face: "Zhong Tingyue, are you sick? You're never satisfied with anything I say. You're just being a masochist."
"I have a suggestion for you: why don't you go down and ask Ms. Wu what kind of paintings she would like you to paint?"
"Jumping off a building will kill me, I'm not going to jump."
"Hey, you actually know that jumping off a building will kill you. That's impressive," Chu Fang thought to himself.
After chatting for a while, Zhong Tingyue continued to immerse herself in her work, sitting motionless in front of the easel until late at night.
"Forget it, I'll stop drawing now and talk about it tomorrow."
As soon as she finished speaking, Zhong Rou jumped up and exclaimed, "Yay! I won! Brother-in-law, give me the money! I don't accept credit!"
Chu Fang reluctantly swiped a hundred yuan note for his sister-in-law, but in the end, he still lost. He glared at his fiancée and said angrily, "Zhong Tingyue, you have let me down."
"Even if you just draw a circle, I'll win this round."
Zhong Tingyue: "... ..."
So these two were using her as a bet?
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