At that moment, Lu Yao, at the Kyoto Children's Orthopedic Hospital, was frowning at a painting.
Lu Jianjun sat down next to him and asked in confusion, "You've been staring at this painting for half an hour now. What are you looking at?"
"Isn't this an old forest? The hills behind our village are full of forests like this."
Lu Yao gave him a cold look, and Lu Jianjun shrank back and immediately fell silent.
Lu Yao was too lazy to explain to him how difficult it was to replicate this ancient painting, because that would be like talking to a brick wall, a waste of breath.
What's worse, Mr. Han only gave him half a month.
If he can't replicate it, Mr. Han will definitely make him pay back the money. Mr. Han was the one who paid off the tens of thousands of gambling debts before.
The medical expenses for this hospitalization were also very high, and they had already spent all the money they brought.
He couldn't help but sigh, regretting that he hadn't saved money properly before, and now he was constantly hampered when he needed money.
More than a year ago, he was noticed by Mr. Han. After discovering his talent for painting, Mr. Han found someone to teach him.
Although he has a talent for painting, he doesn't have much patience for it.
However, due to Mr. Han's imposing presence, he dared not disobey and could only grit his teeth and continue learning.
Although his painting skills improved rapidly, he felt no sense of accomplishment and found it extremely boring.
He was tricked and lost tens of thousands of yuan. He had no choice but to ask Mr. Han for help to pay off the debt.
But when Mr. Han asked him to make some replicas of ancient paintings, he realized that Mr. Han was involved in the smuggling of cultural relics and the production of counterfeit antiques.
After learning some of Mr. Han's background, he dared not disobey Mr. Han even more.
They had no choice but to grit their teeth and continue, and dared not mention it to outsiders, for fear of going to jail.
He originally thought that by leaving Haishi and coming to Kyoto, he could get rid of Mr. Han.
Unexpectedly, Mr. Han also came to Kyoto and approached him immediately.
There's only one reason: Lu Yao's forgeries of ancient paintings are indeed so realistic that they can easily fool foreigners.
A fake painting, sold as a real one, costs less than twenty yuan to produce, but can fetch a price of two hundred thousand yuan.
A deal that promises huge profits—anyone would be tempted by that.
After learning the truth, Lu Yao actually considered making his own replicas of ancient paintings to sell and cheat people out of money.
However, he doesn't have Mr. Han's connections, so it's difficult for him to sell it for a good price. Also, he might be investigated by the police, so he doesn't dare to.
After thinking it over, he sighed and said, "Go rent a quiet place nearby. This hospital is a mess; I can't paint here."
Lu Jianjun nodded, his eyes dimming: "You've been good at drawing since you were little. I've heard that some schools even have art-related majors."
“If you had taken the art exam back then, you could definitely have gotten into a better school than you are now. Everyone says we don’t know anything and are just a burden to you.”
Lu Yao said impatiently, "What's the use of saying all this now? Let's get on with it."
After Lu Jianjun left, Lu Yao tossed the painting onto the bedside table, endured his discomfort, slowly got out of bed, and moved around in the corridor.
He had just undergone surgery four days ago, and his right leg is in a cast and he can't put weight on it yet. He can only walk slowly with a single crutch.
Zheng Wei watched him from afar, then slowly approached and said, "You're not moving around much, you're prone to constipation. How about I go buy you some bananas?"
Lu Yao's stomach has indeed been a bit uncomfortable these past two days; even a normal person would feel uncomfortable if they were bedridden for several months.
Moreover, he suffered multiple fractures and underwent craniotomy.
So he nodded and let Zheng Wei help him into the house.
Lu Yao took out three yuan and handed it to Zheng Wei. Zheng Wei took the money and walked out without looking back.
Previously, Lu Yao had always avoided looking at paintings in front of him, so he never knew what the painting Lu Yao wanted to imitate looked like.
He glanced at the painting while Lu Yao was distracted.
After leaving the hospital, he took the time to call Lu Yang.
“I saw that he was going to imitate Ju Lian’s flower and bird paintings this time.”
Lu Yang thought about it carefully and said, "Don't alert them. I'll handle this."
In his previous life, he never knew that Lu Yao's painting skills had reached such a level until his death.
Ju Lian was a very famous traditional Chinese painter during the Qing Dynasty, and he was most skilled at painting flowers, birds, fish and insects.
He stroked his chin, thinking of his clients in Kyoto, including a very fashionable woman whose husband was a member of the Kyoto Painters Association.
Thinking that this person might be able to help him, he immediately headed towards the warehouse.
A batch of goods from Hong Kong and Taiwan had just arrived at the warehouse, and he picked out a style that the fashionable woman would definitely like.
Then he rushed to a nearby shopping mall and bought a Chanel Premiere watch.
He took advantage of the weekend to personally visit that fashionable woman, bringing her gifts.
The woman's name was Yuan Zhizhi. She was a movie star, but only a minor one. She was very beautiful.
He opened his own small clothing store, and he used Lu Yang's products.
The two had eaten together twice and didn't have any personal relationship, so she was a little surprised when Lu Yang suddenly came to her door.
Yuan Zhizhi held the Chanel Premiere watch with obvious delight. After looking at it for a while, she smiled and asked, "I can't accept a gift without doing something right. What can I do for you, Mr. Lu?"
Lu Yang got straight to the point, saying with a hint of regret, "I have a cousin who has been very talented in painting since he was a child."
“He himself didn’t like painting, and his family was poor, so no one ever mentioned cultivating his artistic talent.”
"But after he went to maritime university, he was targeted by a gangster. That guy forced him to imitate ancient paintings and then sell the fakes as genuine antiques."
Yuan Zhizhi's husband works for the painting association, and he is very perceptive in this area. Upon hearing this, he immediately frowned.
"Who's so audacious? This is fraud, and that's a crime punishable by jail time!"
Lu Yang said helplessly, "I don't know the specifics either. I only know that that person is all-powerful in Shanghai. My cousin is currently hospitalized in Beijing with a broken leg, and I still have to help him with the forgery."
Yuan Zhizhi's mouth twitched, and she asked, "Do you know that person's name?"
Lu Yang said somewhat awkwardly, "I only know that his surname is Han and that he is very rich. I don't know anything else about him. I just feel that he is someone I can't afford to offend."
"I'm begging you this time because I really have no other choice. I don't want to see my cousin get into more trouble. If you can't handle this, please don't drag me into it."
Yuan Zhizhi fumbled with her wristwatch and asked, "How would you like us to help you?"
Lu Yang said directly, "Without involving me, remove my cousin from this matter."
Yuan Zhizhi shook her head and smiled bitterly: "You guys really have a deep brotherly bond."
Lu Yang smirked, thinking to himself that if he hadn't taken the risk of reporting Lu Yao, he wouldn't have gone through all this trouble.
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