"What do you mean?" She didn't want the money, but now she gave it to him so generously.
"My grandfather said that these things should be kept in the hands of people who understand them," she sighed. "I don't think I have yet to understand the true meaning of this."
The more He Eryu listened to her words, the more confused she felt. What was the true meaning? Wasn't her grandfather Zhuo Lao? What did he have to do with this painting? Could he be the owner of the painting? "Is your grandfather the owner of this painting?"
Ouyang muttered, "He's just an old antique who likes to collect paintings of various names. He gave me this painting. Don't you think he's a little confused? How can I understand painting? I'm just a little woman."
He Er heard her words were full of ulterior motives, and even contained a hint of sarcasm. Of course, before coming here, he had speculated about the profound connection between Mr. Zhuo and this painting. Now, from what she said, it was probably the Zhuo family's, and the Zhuo family were friends of his ancestor.
"Miss Ouyang, you mean that only those who understand this painting can own it?"
"That's not what I said, it's what my grandfather said. Of course, if I were to say that, whether it's a box or a painting, they're all dead things, and people are alive, and only living things have meaning. Don't you agree?"
"I cannot agree with that." Obviously he disagreed with Ouyang's statement.
"Since Miss Ouyang is unwilling to sell this painting, I have nothing to say," He Er stood up and left. "I hope Miss will cherish this painting."
“Slow down!”
He Er returned to the office, thinking about what had just happened. This woman was really not simple. She sent him away with just a few words. He wanted to buy the painting, but was ridiculed by her instead.
Ouyang was very unhappy. He probably didn't expect that the other party, who was so arrogant, would fail twice in front of her.
What infuriated He Er the most was that she delivered the painting to his office the next day. When the assistant opened the package and saw the painting, he saw the young master's face was a little grim, and quickly closed the door and left. He had never seen the young master fall into the hands of anyone, let alone a woman.
Ouyang had also enclosed an invitation to the Zhuo family's family dinner. This surprised him even more. Was it really the Zhuo family inviting him, or was this woman plotting something? He wondered if Ouyang had some ulterior motive. Was she trying to gain something from the He family? Or was she finding it amusing to tease them, knowing the nature of the firm's work? It was all possible. After all, her reputation wasn't exactly good, but due to her connections to the Zhuo family, the major media outlets were afraid to expose her shameful affairs.
This time, Mr. Zhuo's family dinner was quite large, with quite a few people in attendance. Ouyang sat in a corner of the courtyard, perhaps entertaining some acquaintances. Although it was a family dinner, quite a few business people were present, likely all eyeing the lucrative Zhuo Group.
Uncle Zhuo walked out from the hall: "I heard from your grandfather that you helped him find a certain relationship among his ancestors?" It sounded like he was joking.
"That's right there!" Ouyang looked in the direction of He Er. "The He family, look, Grandpa talks to them a lot. I helped them a lot."
"Really?" Zhuo Qiang didn't quite believe she would do something good for no reason. "Hey, he looked over here. What happened to you?"
"It's nothing, I just teased him a little," Ouyang pouted, "to make their firm look down on women."
"The firm? You mean the one with the He family?" Zhuo Qiang understood. "Haha, what kind of harm did you suffer at his hands? Is it because they don't take you seriously?"
"What harm can I suffer?" she said. "I just can't stand his behavior. Besides, I gave him two things for free without a word of thanks."
"That's his fault," Zhuo Qiang said. "How could he let you down?"
"Uncle Zhuo, what do you mean?"
"Nothing," Zhuo Qiang said. Long and his group came over from the distance. It seemed that he had just come from the team. "Be careful not to make some people jealous." Then Zhuo Qiang left to make room for them.
"Chairman Zhuo!"
"Ah," Zhuo Qiang nodded, "Ouyang has been waiting for you for quite some time, so spend some time with him."
Seeing Long and his group's anxious look, Ouyang said, "Uncle Zhuo is just joking with you."
The two men sat on chairs and talked about the recent situation of the fire department and how many people he had saved.
Ouyang was willing to listen to his words because they came from Long Yixing's sincerity. He loved his profession and was also extremely proud of what he did.
Zhuo Lao led the He family members to Ouyang and the others: "Ouyang, this is Uncle He!"
"Uncle He!"
"Hello."
"This is your Uncle He's youngest son. You should have seen him."
"I have seen him," Ouyang smiled slightly, "but he didn't have a very good impression of me."
Zhuo Lao looked at Ouyang: "Really?" Then he looked at He Er, "You must be bullying them again."
Ouyang blinked and said, "Grandpa, how dare I bully him? He's your honored guest, isn't he?" This made the He family and their son very happy. Before they came, they wanted to restore their ancestral relationship with the Zhuo family. So this sentence was like a reassurance to them, letting them know that this time, Master Zhuo sincerely invited them.
Zhuo Lao glanced at her and said, "The He family has been related to us for generations, so they should be our guests of honor. But you should learn from He Er. He is about the same age as you, but he manages the entire office."
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