Chapter 99 Looking down on Boss Ying will lead to regret [2 updates]
Berg had been waiting for this moment ever since he came from O continent.
To this end, he also consulted a Chinese teacher at the Royal Academy of Arts in Europe to learn about the Chinese apprenticeship ceremony.
I've heard that the traditional apprenticeship ceremony in China is not as grand as it was in ancient times, but Berg still decided to adhere to the most rigorous three kowtows and nine prostrations.
However, his Chinese is not very good, so he can only speak English.
Berg was uneasy, unsure whether Master Ying had understood.
The principal, following behind: "...???"
Is he deaf, or is he blind?
He must have followed us in the wrong way.
Ying Luwei, who witnessed the entire scene, froze in her smile.
She was too far away to hear what Berg said.
However, it is certain that Berg did not come to cause trouble for Ying Zijin; on the contrary, he needed Ying Zijin's help.
But how is that possible?
Who is Berg?
A top figure in the field of oil painting, his fame is even greater than that of Sheng Qingtang on a global scale.
Ying Luwei was instantly thrown into a state of panic and became even more terrified.
She didn't study painting; she studied piano.
Thanks to her deliberate efforts to generate buzz, she enjoys considerable popularity in China.
Even so, she was not qualified to meet the world's top pianists.
This is not something that wealthy families can do simply by spending money.
"It's nothing." Ying Luwei hurriedly looked away and quickened her pace. "Sister-in-law, let's go to the infirmary first."
Zhong Manhua was in a lot of pain, so she didn't ask any more questions after hearing this.
Furthermore, because he had already anticipated the possible consequences of cheating, he didn't look back to prevent her from having a heart attack.
**
The principal was still in shock in front of the teaching building.
Fortunately, the school bell had already rung, and no matter how curious the students were, they had to go back to the classroom.
Ying Zijing took a step back slightly, her expression remaining calm: "Mr. Berg, please get up first."
“I won’t get up, I won’t get up.” Berg didn’t move and repeated, “Master Ying, I saw your painting ‘Guests in the Church’. Please take me as your apprentice.”
The principal, shattered to pieces yet forced to believe it: "..."
This O-Asia oil painting master didn't come to recruit Ying into the O-Asia Royal Academy of Arts, but rather to become his apprentice?!
“Mr. Berg, I don’t take on apprentices.” Ying Zijing patted her head politely. “I still have much to learn.”
The underling who had secretly followed along to watch the commotion: "..."
Good heavens, their father Ying is lying to idiots again.
“No, no, no, Master Ying, you don’t need to study.” Berg was anxious again. “But if you really want to study, I will recommend you to any of the world’s top universities except Norton University.”
"Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Berg." Ying Zijing nodded slightly. "I'm going to Norton University in the future."
She said "go," not "go in."
Berg didn't notice the difference in wording and was so worried that he kept pulling at his sparse hair: "Master Ying, how can you teach me to paint? If I didn't know that Chino von had been dead for hundreds of years, I would have thought you were him."
So when he saw the painting online, he immediately dropped everything and rushed to China.
Kino von has always been his idol, and now he can add another one.
Berg didn't think that Ying Zijing was too young, just a high school student, to be able to draw this kind of picture.
talent!
For artists like them, hard work alone isn't enough; talent is the most important factor.
There's a saying that genius is 99 percent perspiration and 1 percent inspiration, but without that 1 percent inspiration, all the perspiration is wasted.
Ying Zijing paused for a moment.
She's not that silly old man who reads the Bible all day long.
“We can discuss this,” Ying Zijing pondered for a moment, “but there is really no need for you to become my apprentice. Mr. Berg, you are already a top oil painting master, which is recognized worldwide.”
On her way down, she looked at Berg's paintings.
He certainly has the style of Kino von in his youth.
"Bullshit!" Berg roared. "Don't I know my own limitations?"
headmaster:"……"
No, he's about to faint.
But Berg knew he had no hope of becoming an apprentice, so he clasped his hands together again and said, "Master Ying, could you please draw a few more pictures for me? I want to take them back and copy them."
"Can."
Berg was delighted.
"I need money."
“Here you go!” Berg waved his hand. “I’ve sold one of my paintings for seven million dollars. Master Ying, I’ll give you double the price.”
Ying Zijing finally gave him another look: "I can give you another one for free."
"Good, good, Master Ying, you are such a good person."
After happily receiving the promise, Berg decided to go and try some Chinese ice cream.
Before leaving, he remembered something: "Master Ying, your English is really good, even more standard than mine. I thought you were a native of our O continent."
Ying Zijin remained silent for a moment.
She checked the encyclopedia entry, which showed that Berg was born into a family of painters.
That's possible; she might have even met Berg's ancestors before.
**
5:30.
Fu Yunshen stood by the car door, waiting for Ying Zijin to get out of school.
His appearance was too outstanding and eye-catching, his figure was tall and upright, his waist and abdomen were perfectly shaped, and his legs were long and powerful.
Especially those naturally smiling peach blossom eyes, they are incredibly alluring even though she doesn't do anything deliberately.
People coming and going couldn't help but turn around to look; there were men and women, and quite a few men.
Under so many eyes, Ying Zijing opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat.
Fu Yunshen started the car and took her to Shaoren Hospital.
Ying Zijin rested her chin on her hand, her brows furrowed.
"Not sleepy today?" Fu Yunshen handed over a bag of mixed nuts. "What are you thinking about so seriously?"
“I watched a show a month ago, but I haven’t finished it yet.” Ying Zijin tore open the packaging bag. “But I forgot what the show was called. I’ll look it up when I get back.”
That was her first day back on Earth, while she was still at the Ying family's house, watching it on that old-fashioned computer.
Fu Yunshen asked casually, "You remember it so clearly, what was the plot?"
Ying Zijing thought for a moment and then gave a brief account: "It's about a high school student who used a mirror to travel back to ancient times, met a prince, and then used the mirror to travel back the next day, only to find himself in the future, ten years later, and kept traveling back and forth."
Fu Yunshen: "..."
It's a pretty unique and melodramatic show.
"Hmm, wait a minute, let me ask for you." Fu Yunshen took out his phone, dialed a number, and said lazily after the call connected, "Hello."
Ever since the incident at the bar, Nie Chao has been staying at home. He was playing a game when he said, "Seventh Young Master, what's up with your brother?"
"Help me look up a TV series. The plot is..." Fu Yunshen glanced at the girl and repeated what she had said earlier without pausing, "This TV series."
Nie Chao was shocked: "Seventh Young Master, have you been possessed?"
Seriously, people actually watch this kind of melodramatic TV series?
"Stop talking nonsense." Fu Yunshen raised his eyes. "Find it quickly."
"Oh, oh, oh." Nie Chao went to find it without stopping.
He owns a small entertainment company, so it's easy to find him.
Less than twenty seconds later, Nie Chao replied: "Holy crap, Seventh Young Master, I'm disgusted. This kind of melodramatic show is actually produced by my company. Wait, I'm going to start cursing them right now."
"I don't know what kind of garbage they filmed yet, but with this plot, I'd smash those screenwriters' heads in a heartbeat. I don't know what's going on in their heads."
"Well, Seventh Young Master, let me tell you the title of the show. It's a bit long and embarrassing, I'm too embarrassed to say it."
Five seconds later, Fu Yunshen hung up the phone, his expression unusually complicated: "Yaoyao, what's the name of the drama you're watching—"
He paused for a moment before finishing his sentence.
The tone was steady.
"The domineering CEO and the aloof prince are fighting over me every day."
"..."
**
Shaoren Hospital.
Ying Zijin went to the Human Resources Department.
Before she took over the hospital, many traditional Chinese medicine doctors had left for other jobs, resulting in a shortage of staff.
However, because the news of Sheng Qingtang's successful treatment spread throughout all the hospitals in Shanghai, many doctors came to apply for the job.
Ying Zijin did not insist that Shaoren Hospital develop in the direction of pure traditional Chinese medicine, so she recruited both Western and traditional Chinese medicine doctors.
As long as it makes money.
"Ms. Ying, this is the list of applicants." The head of human resources handed over a folder. "There were a total of 150 applicants today. We have already interviewed 120 of them, and there are still 30 left."
Ying Zijing didn't take it; she nodded and said, "I understand. Thank you for your hard work."
The head of the Human Resources Department was somewhat flattered: "Miss Ying, you're too kind. Without you, the hospital would definitely not be where it is today."
This is not an exaggeration.
He had originally wanted to resign, but thankfully he stayed.
"The interviews start at seven." Ying Zijing glanced at the time. "I'll grab a bite to eat and come check it out later."
"Okay." The head of the human resources department saw her out. "It would be best if Miss Ying could be the interviewer."
By now, no one at Shaoren Hospital doubts Ying Zijin's medical skills.
Ying Zijing closed the office door and went downstairs.
Several of the remaining thirty interviewees have arrived and are waiting in the waiting area.
Lu Zhi waited anxiously, her gaze wandering aimlessly around her.
Until he saw the girl.
Lu Zhi was taken aback at first: "What are you doing here?"
She chuckled as if she had remembered something amusing: "You don't think you can work as a caregiver here just because you recognize a few Chinese herbs, do you?"
Fu Yunshen: Please vote for my kid who loves watching melodramatic dramas!
There's no such show, I made this up lol
I won't say whether it's midnight or 5 AM anymore.
(End of this chapter)
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