Chapter 148 Can You Come Live at My House?

Chapter 148 Can You Come Live at My House?

Li Qingqing simply couldn't accept it.

She was just about to clench her fists when she heard Ning Heng say, "Thanks to Uncle Xu..."

Xu Huishan interrupted and explained: "It's not about me."

Ning Heng nodded: "Yes, thanks to Brother Sheng's uncle... I was introduced to a rich man, and he said he liked me very much and thought I was a pioneer artist of the new era! He thought I would..."

Sheng Yuxiao rolled his eyes and interrupted, "Get to the point."

Ning Heng had no choice but to temporarily stop praising herself and said simply, "He offered 18 million US dollars and wanted to build an exhibition hall for me. He wanted to be my mentor."

【Duo Shao? 】

【Say it again! 】

[Oh my god, I really want to kill you rich people! ]

"Exhibition hall? Where do you have so many works to exhibit?" Sheng Yuxiao raised his eyebrows.

Ning Heng nodded with a miserable expression and said, "Yes, it's been a long time since I last saw Little Duck Sister. I'm running out of inspiration and can't keep going. It's like Boya lost Ziqi and Guan Zhong lost Bao, Bao, Bao..."

"Bao Shuya." Li Xiaoya replied in a crisp voice.

"Oh yes, just like Guan Zhong lost Bao Shuya."

[Laughing, Young Master Sheng couldn't bear to watch it. He wanted to show off his knowledge, but in the end he didn't know as much as Little Duck]

"So, little duck, can you stay at my house for a few days?" Ning Heng asked eagerly.

"She has never lived in my house. Do you think it's possible for her to live in your house?" Sheng Yuxiao asked back.

"Why not?" Ning Heng was unconvinced, "I'm so good to the duck..."

"You mean I'm not good?"

"I can braid ducklings, but you can't."

[Hit the deadly spot]

[You'd better sleep with your eyes open! ]

Sheng Yuxiao sneered: "How can you be called an artist when you have to kidnap children to your home to inspire your creations? Didn't your mentor question you?"

"What's so strange about this? Brother Sheng, look at all the major luxury brands. Which founder or designer doesn't have a muse? I have one, it's normal!"

Ning Heng said excitedly: "Little Duck, I will try my best to make my name in history with you!"

Li Xiaoya took out a piece of paper and handed it to him.

Ning Heng took it and asked, "What for?"

Sheng Yuxiao said expressionlessly: "I told you to wipe your saliva."

Ning Heng actually wiped the corner of his mouth.

[He's a nice guy, but a little stupid]

[Stupidity has its advantages. This way, his brother Sheng won’t have the heart to beat him up.]

Ning Heng then continued, "Oh, I forgot to mention, the most important thing is... I will give you half of the 18 million US dollars after tax. Look, little duck sister, if you come to my house, I will give you half of each work you sell in the future. Can you just lie down and count the money? What a bargain!"

[Fuck! I’m so excited]

[Ah, I also want to lie down and collect money]

[No, Ning Heng is sure that his future works will be sold? ]

[Uh, the above person doesn't know much about the art market. In fact, it can be sold just by hype, and there is also the exchange of interests between wealthy families. Also, some art circles will use this to launder money... It is easy to sell it at a high price at an auction.]

[What the hell? It can be like this]

[However, we have cracked down severely in China, but I am not sure about the situation abroad.]

The comments were filled with shock and envy.

Li Qingqing couldn't control herself anymore and started shaking.

That is envy and jealousy.

Eighteen million US dollars, converted into Chinese currency at the current exchange rate, is one hundred million.

Are the wealthy people abroad so rich?

Bring 100 million to buy it!

Even though we know that people abroad earn and spend dollars, this amount of money is really nothing to some turbaned rich people.

But Li Qingqing still felt like she was going crazy.

Even if 20% tax is deducted and half is given to Li Xiaoya...that would still be 50 million, right?

Fifty million!

Fifty million!

Li Qingqing had never seen what 50 million looked like when put together in her entire life.

Li Xiaoya is so lucky...

How can I be so lucky?

But Li Xiaoya shook his head and said, "This is not good."

"What's wrong with it?" Ning Heng asked.

"I will feel very stressed." Li Xiaoya said seriously.

"How could that be? You don't need to do anything..."

"But if I go and you still have no inspiration, I will think I am not worthy of your efforts."

Sheng Yuxiao was not surprised at all to hear this.

He kicked Ning Heng and said, "Little Duck can see things more clearly than you. When too much money is involved, the relationship is no longer pure. Then both sides will be in a difficult situation."

Ning Heng thought about it and could only let out a long sigh.

"And..." Li Xiaoya thought for a moment, then said, "There's a word called inspiration, right?"

"right."

"So it doesn't appear often, and it requires inadvertent inspiration. If you look for it with preparation, you may not be able to find it." Li Xiaoya said slowly, word by word.

Ning Heng lowered his head and remained silent for a long time, then suddenly raised his head and said, "You really don't want to learn painting from me? In fact, it would be very interesting for you to become an artist yourself!"

Sheng Yuxiao sneered: "Who wants to play this with you? Little Duck will inherit the family business in the future."

Ning Heng's face was immediately filled with regret.

He pressed his temple and suddenly said, "I think I have some inspiration again."

Everyone was full of questions.

Ning Heng's words didn't sound false, and he suddenly jumped up.

"Really, really, I got it! I'm leaving, Brother Sheng. I won't eat anymore. See you another day and I'll bring the money over!"

Ning Heng jumped over the table and ran to the door, while still saying to Li Xiaoya, "I think the phrase 'inspiration strikes' can be changed to 'inspiration strikes often'."

After saying that, he slipped away.

【？ 】

[Sows don’t give birth so quickly]

[Is it really that useful? Can I get inspiration just by chatting with Li Xiaoya? ]

[I couldn't help but knock my head and heard it make a wooden fish sound. As an art student, I feel ashamed.]

Qiu Lan smiled and said, "You young people just like to have fun."

Xu Huishan stood up and said, "Then let's go first, so that you won't feel uncomfortable here."

Sheng Jun also said: "Then I will send someone to send Li Qingqing."

Li Qingqing had just suffered a huge shock and had not yet recovered from her shock. She couldn't help but panic when she heard these words.

But she had no valid reason to refuse and could only follow Sheng Jun in panic.

In a blink of an eye, the place became much quieter.

Xu Ruying went to the toilet and came out dumbfounded: "Why is everyone gone?"

Sheng Yuxiao raised his eyelids: "How about you leave too?"

"Then I won't. You guys will be so bored if I leave. I'll chat with the duck for a while. We were in such a hurry when we met last time that we didn't have time to talk in detail." Xu Ruying thought to herself. She also wanted to know how Komnenos was eventually solved by the magical duck.

[How come Sister Xu can't read people's expressions? Young Master Sheng is looking forward to your departure.]

Sheng Yuxiao frowned, thought for a moment, and suddenly said, "Little Duck, your father may have come to Jinshi to find you."

Li Xiaoya was stunned, and the pear he had just taken a bite of fell to the ground with a plop.

But her first reaction was to bend down and pick it up immediately.