Berg had been waiting for this moment before coming from Continent O.
To this end, he also found a Chinese teacher at the Royal Academy of Art in Europe and learned about the Chinese etiquette of paying homage to a teacher.
I heard that the current etiquette of paying homage to a teacher in China is not as grand as in ancient times, but Berg still decided to abide by the most rigorous three kowtows and nine bows.
It’s just that his Chinese is not very good and he can only speak English.
Berg was not sure whether Master Ying understood what he said, and he felt very nervous.
The principal following behind: “……???”
Is he deaf or blind?
It must be that he followed in the wrong way.
Ying Luwei, who witnessed the entire scene, froze in laughter.
She was too far away to hear what Berg said.
But it is certain that Berg did not come to cause trouble for Ying Zijin, but rather came to ask a favor of Ying Zijin.
But how is this possible?
Who is Berg?
He is the top figure in the field of oil painting. Looking around the world, his fame is even greater than that of Sheng Qingtang.
Ying Luwei was instantly confused and even more panicked.
She didn't study painting, but piano.
With her deliberate hype, she is quite popular in China.
But even so, she is not qualified to come into contact with the world's top pianists.
This is not something that wealthy families can accomplish with just money.
"Nothing." Ying Luwei hastily retracted her gaze and quickened her pace, "Sister-in-law, let's go to the infirmary first."
Zhong Manhua was in great pain and didn't ask any further questions after hearing this.
Moreover, because she had already anticipated the possible consequences of cheating, in order to prevent her from having a myocardial infarction, she did not look back.
——
In front of the teaching building, the principal was still in shock.
Fortunately, the bell for class had already rung, and no matter how curious the students were, they had to go back to the classroom.
Ying Zijin took a step back, his expression calm: "Mr. Berg, please get up first."
"No, no." Berg did not move and repeated, "Master Ying, I saw your painting of 'Guests in the Church'. Please accept me as your apprentice."
The principal was torn into pieces but had to believe it: "..."
This European oil painting master is here to recruit Ying to join the European Royal Art Academy.
"Mr. Berg, I don't accept disciples." Ying Zijin nodded politely, "I still need to learn."
The younger brother who secretly followed to watch the fun: "..."
Oh my god, they are cheating fools again.
"No, no, no, Master Ying, you don't have to study." Berg was anxious again, "But if you really want to study, I will directly recommend you to any world-renowned university except Norton University."
"Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Berg." Ying Zijin nodded slightly, "I will go to Norton University in the future."
She said go, not enter.
Berg didn't notice the difference in the two characters, and pulled his few hairs out in worry: "Then Master Ying, how can you teach me to paint? If I didn't know that Chino Feng had been dead for hundreds of years, I would have thought you were him."
So, when he saw the painting on the Internet, he immediately put down all his work and rushed to China without stopping.
Chino Von has always been his idol, and now he can add another one.
Berg didn't think that Ying Zijin was too young, just a high school student, and couldn't draw this kind of picture.
talent!
For painters like them, diligence alone is not enough, talent is the most important thing.
Isn’t there a saying that genius is 99% perspiration and 1% inspiration, but without that 1% inspiration, all the sweat is gone.
Ying Zijin's expression paused.
She is not that silly old woman who reads the Bible every day.
"We can discuss this." Ying Zijin hesitated for a moment, "But there is really no need to become my disciple. Mr. Berg, you are already a top oil painting master, which is recognized by the world."
On her way down, she looked at Berg's paintings.
He really has the demeanor of Kino Von when he was young.
"Bullshit!" Berg was immediately furious. "Don't I know my own worth?"
headmaster:"……"
No, he's going to faint.
But Berg knew that he had no hope of becoming a disciple, so he put his hands together again and said, "Master Ying, could you please draw a few more pictures for me? I want to take them back to copy."
"Can."
Berg was delighted.
"For money."
"Here!" Berg waved his hand. "One of my paintings sold for seven million US dollars. Master Ying, I'll give you double the price."
Ying Zijin finally looked at him again: "I can give you another pair for free."
"Okay, okay, Master Ying, you are such a good person."
After happily getting the promise, Berg prepared to go eat some Chinese ice cream.
Before leaving, he remembered something: "Master Ying, your English is so good, your pronunciation is even better than mine. I thought you were a native of our continent."
Ying Zijin was silent for a moment.
She looked up the encyclopedia and found that Berg was born into a family of painters.
That's possible, she might have met Berg's ancestor before.
——
Half past five.
Fu Yunshen stood by the car door, waiting for Ying Zijin to finish school.
His appearance is too outstanding and eye-catching, his figure is tall and straight, his waist and abdomen are perfectly defined, and his legs are long and strong.
Especially those peach blossom eyes with a natural smile, even though she didn't do anything intentional, they were so charming.
People coming and going couldn't help but look back. There were both men and women, and quite a few men.
Even under so many gazes, Ying Zijin opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat.
Fu Yunshen started the car and took her to Shaoren Hospital.
Ying Zijin supported his chin with his hand and frowned.
"Are you not sleepy today?" Fu Yunshen handed over a bag of daily nuts. "What are you thinking about so seriously?"
"I watched a drama a month ago, and I haven't finished it yet." Ying Zijin tore open the packaging bag, "But I forgot the name of the drama, I'll check it when I get back."
That was the first day she returned to Earth, and she was still at Ying's house, watching it on that old computer.
Fu Yunshen looked distracted: "You remember it so clearly, what is the plot?"
Ying Zijin thought for a moment and 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 the next day used the mirror to travel back again, only to find himself in ten years' time, traveling back and forth."
Fu Yunshen: "..."
It's a very special and bloody drama.
"Well, wait a minute, I'll ask for you." Fu Yunshen took out his cell phone and dialed a number. After the call was connected, he lazily said, "Hello."
Since leaving the bar, Nie Chao has been staying at home. He is playing games: "Seventh Young Master, what do you want to talk to me about?"
"Help me look up a TV series. The plot is..." Fu Yun took a deep look at the girl and repeated what she had said before without any pause, "This TV series."
Nie Chao was shocked: "Seventh Young Master, have you been penetrated?"
No, is there anyone who still watches this kind of melodramatic TV series?
"Stop talking nonsense." Fu Yunshen raised his eyes, "Look for it quickly."
"Oh oh oh." Nie Chao went to look for it without stopping.
He opened his own small entertainment company, so it was easy to find.
Before the twenty seconds were up, Nie Chao replied, "Fuck you, Seventh Young Master, I'm vomiting. Such a ridiculous drama was actually produced by my company. Wait, I'm going to scold them right away."
"I don't know what the film is about yet, but based on the plot, I can beat the screenwriters to death in a minute. I don't know what's in their heads."
"Well, Seventh Young Master, let me tell you the title of the play. It's a bit long and embarrassing. I'm embarrassed to say it out loud."
Five seconds later, Fu Yunshen hung up the phone, his expression unusually complicated: "Yaoyao, the drama you are watching is called——"
After a pause, he said the rest of the words.
The tone is steady.
"The overbearing president and the cold prince are fighting for my favor every day."
“…”
——
Shaoren Hospital.
Ying Zijin went to the Human Resources Department.
Before she took over the hospital, many Chinese medicine practitioners had quit their jobs, leaving the hospital short of staff.
However, because the news of Sheng Qingtang's successful treatment spread to all the hospitals in Shanghai, many doctors came to apply for the job.
Ying Zijin did not insist on Shaoren Hospital developing in the direction of pure traditional Chinese medicine, so she recruited both Western and traditional Chinese medicine practitioners.
As long as I can make money.
"Ms. Ying, this is the list of applicants." The director of the Human Resources Department handed over a folder. "Today, there are a total of 150 applicants. We have interviewed 120 of them, and there are still 30 to go."
Ying Zijin didn't answer. She nodded: "I know. Thank you for your hard work."
The head of the Human Resources Department was somewhat flattered: "Miss Ying, you are too polite. Without you, the hospital would never be what it is today."
This is not an exaggeration.
He originally wanted to resign, but fortunately he stayed.
"The interview starts at seven." Ying Zijin checked the time. "I'll have a meal and come over later."
"Okay." The head of the Human Resources Department sent her out. "It would be great if Miss Ying could be the interviewer."
By now, no one in Shaoren Hospital doubts Ying Zijin's medical skills.
Ying Zijin closed the office door and went downstairs.
Several of the remaining thirty interviewees have already arrived and are waiting in the waiting area.
Lu Zhi was waiting anxiously, looking around aimlessly.
Until I saw the girl.
Lu Zhi was stunned at first: "Why are you here?"
She seemed to have remembered something funny and sneered, "You don't think that just because you know a few Chinese medicines, you can come here to be a nurse, do you?"
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