Chapter 186 Portraits
Two days after the high-profile family reunion banquet of the Zhang family, the transformation project of Baihui Group was officially proposed.
The stock price of Baihui Group rose slightly again.
Pei Yuzhi knew that Huo Qiting's people were watching him and Huo Qiao, so under the surveillance of those people, he met with some people from time to time as usual.
"Huo Qiting's mortgage has been cashed out, and a lot of money has been raised, almost all of which has been used to acquire Baihui shares."
"It's good," Huo Qiao was concentrating on painting, and his tone was a little perfunctory.
Pei Yuzhi laughed and looked down at his phone and didn't bother him again.
Cui Xianxing didn't know what was wrong with him, and suddenly said that he would not leave the Magic City in the near future. With him around, Huo Qiao suddenly felt a lot more relaxed, and even had a lot of time to paint.
Pei Yuzhi had a rough understanding of the relationship between the uncle and nephew. Cui Xianxing was a typical parent who was harsh on himself but lenient with his children.
This can be seen from his indulgence of Cui Xianyue and his low demands on Huo Qiao.
The share structure of Cui Group is extensive and complex.
At Mr. Cui's birthday banquet, it was mentioned that the transfer of shares to Huo Qiao's name sounded simple, but in fact it was somewhat difficult to operate.
However, Cui's family has a lot of employees, and the finance, legal, and other departments have been working overtime recently, and the transfer of shares is also nearing completion in the past few days.
Presumably, the next time Cui Group announces the distribution of equity, Huo Qiao's name will be at the front.
Many people outside rumored that if Cui Xianxing had his own children, there would be another fight between the uncle and nephew, and said that they were far from being as harmonious as they appeared.
After all, who would be willing to leave something that belongs to him to his sister's child?
And this child doesn't have the same last name as himself.
Huo Qiao and Pei Yuzhi have heard a lot of these rumors, but Huo Qiao doesn't care at all, and Pei Yuzhi naturally doesn't take it to heart.
Money is something that you can never make enough of, and no one will ever complain about having too much.
But there are other things that are far more important than money.
Just like Huo Qiao's serious painting at this moment, which makes him happier than signing hundreds of millions of orders in Cui's building.
Two people, one painting and the other working on the computer, the atmosphere is harmonious and quiet.
Time passed quickly, the sunlight in front of the large French window gradually weakened, the sun set, and the room slowly turned orange.
Huo Qiao came back to his senses from the painting that was almost finished, and what caught his eye was this beautiful scenery.
In the scenery, the man who was working diligently, his profile was made even tougher by the orange light, and the whole person looked like a god descending from heaven.
Huo Qiao was a little dazed, and his heart was filled with infinite affection and impulse.
Without time to think too much, he took out a blank paper and started writing again. He looked at Pei Yuzhi carefully and carefully outlined his outline.
The long bangs fell above his eyebrows, covering his deep eyes. His eyebrows were thick and deep into his temples, his eyeliner was long and narrow, and his nose was straight and strong. Perhaps he encountered difficulties at work, and his thin lips were tightly pursed.
Drawing slowly, stroke by stroke, Huo Qiao soon immersed himself in it again.
Pei Yuzhi pressed his neck after finishing his work. When he raised his head, the sun had already set and the light in the house dimmed.
The light in the house dimmed. Even with the constant temperature system, the lack of sunlight seemed to make it less warm. Then he found that Huo Qiao was still in the same posture as before, still concentrating on painting.
Without saying a word, he quietly got up and walked around the sofa to behind Huo Qiao. Huo Qiao was unaware of anything.
Pei Yuzhi stood behind him with a faint smile, and was stunned when he saw the person on Huo Qiao's drawing paper.
It was him.
He raised his eyes and looked forward, just in time to see where he had been sitting just now. There
was only black on the drawing paper, and the man with a handsome face seemed to be troubled by the work at hand. His expression was cold and slightly irritable.
Was this how he was when he was working?
Actually, what he heard today was all good news. He thought his expression was the same as what he thought in his heart, which was a happy one.
"...Are you done?"
Huo Qiao finally realized that Pei Yuzhi behind him had secretly drawn a person. He seemed a little embarrassed and just said, "My hands were itchy for a moment."
Pei Yuzhi bent down and rested his chin on his shoulder, feeling a little jealous: "You are very skilled in drawing. You must have drawn a lot of nude models, right? Are there any with good figures?"
Huo Qiao was stunned and then laughed: "What are you talking about? It was all for practice and to complete the homework."
Pei Yuzhi looked indifferent: "So it's true?"
Huo Qiao kept silent. Of course, and quite a few times.
But this is the norm for art students. No one would take this matter seriously, and no one would intentionally discuss the good or bad figures of models.
This is disrespectful to art.
"..It's just for academics, to improve skills."
[God, why would he ask such a thing?]
Pei Yuzhi's eyes dimmed, and he seemed disappointed with his answer.
Huo Qiao was helpless: "I don't remember what their figures were like. The moment of painting was like a liberal arts student doing a difficult math problem. No painter would have the energy to consider the other person's figure."
Pei Yuzhi didn't quite believe it, "I've heard a lot of gossip about old painters meeting 20-year-old young and beautiful female models, calling them the muse of their inspiration, and abandoning their wives and children for them."
Huo Qiao was a little unhappy and glared at him: "Are you comparing me with those old men? Do you think I will be the same as them when I get old? Abandoning you for a 20-year-old young male model? Besides, what do we have in common?"
"...Why are you in such a hurry?" Pei Yuzhi said embarrassedly, "I just suddenly remembered that we have known each other for so long, and this is the first time you painted me. I was so happy that I was thinking too much."
Tsk, what nonsense is he talking about.
Huo Qiao rolled his eyes at him, laughing in his heart: [If you are jealous, just say you are jealous. I have never asked him whether he had a white moonlight, first love, or whether he liked any little boy during adolescence, but he still questioned me. ]
Pei Yuzhi touched his nose and looked at himself in the painting.
Although he didn't know much about painting, he thought that Huo Qiao's painting was extremely good, indescribably good.
"Frame this painting and hang it at home."
"Do you like it?"
"Of course I like it. This is your first time drawing me. Although I am wearing clothes, I like it very much."
"Stop talking nonsense. I will let you be a nude model next time."
"Oh..."
Huo Qiao said everything that Pei Yuzhi was thinking in one sentence, which made Pei Yuzhi blush.
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