"The value of this work will absolutely rocket; ah, Old Mo, I really love this painting. Don't compete with me for it! I'm bidding four hundred thousand!"

The long-haired, scruffy-bearded man increased the bid,

"I represent the River City Cultural Promotion Department; we're offering four hundred thousand to acquire this work and treasure it in the River City Museum!"

Then, a rather alternative-looking girl stretched out five fingers: "I bid five hundred thousand."

The crowd began to fiercely contest for Wang Xiaoqiang's casual painting. No longer did anyone care about his earlier rudeness, his disrespect for art, or the insulted girl from South Korea.

Sometimes, the world is just this pragmatic—just a second ago, you might have been highly respected, but as soon as you are utterly defeated by someone, you get quickly forgotten, just like an unclaimed parcel!

Just now, those who had looked down on, despised, or even hated Wang Xiaoqiang had nothing to say, overwhelmed with shame. Their previous disdain, arrogance, and mockery now turned into resounding slaps. Slap, slap—the crisp sound echoing. Their faces turned as red as a monkey's butt, wishing they could find a hole to crawl into.

Of course, no such hole could be found; they could only leave in dismay. Meanwhile, some people even began taking out their phones, frantically snapping photos and recording videos of Wang Xiaoqiang.

"Since masters like Qii Baishi and Zhang Daqian, our country has seen the emergence of another superstar artist... Mr. Wang!" someone praised.

Despite many people eagerly offering high prices for his painting, Wang Xiaoqiang was unwilling to let go. When he glanced at Jiang Wei out of the corner of his eye and noticed she seemed a bit unhappy,

Wang Xiaoqiang paused for a moment, then realized... "Right, this painting was based on Jiang Wei. Selling it to someone else would obviously not make her happy. After all, not many girls would like to have their portraits hanging in some strangers' homes." Wang Xiaoqiang smiled faintly, and then promptly rolled up the painting and handed it to Jiang Wei. "Jiang Wei, this painting is for you..."

"Huh?" Jiang Wei was stunned for a moment, then joyously accepted the painting. The look she gave Wang Xiaoqiang was filled with an intense affection that could hardly be concealed! Jiang Wei thought to herself that his treatment of her was really nice—this painting was clearly worth hundreds of thousands, or even more, yet he offered it to her without blinking an eye. She clutched the painting tightly as if she feared someone would snatch it away.

At that time, Jin Ximei came over and apologized to Wang Xiaoqiang with a pleasant demeanor, "Mr. Wang, I'm truly sorry. I was blind to see and did not recognize Mount Tai. Please, don't take offense; I hope, I hope we can be friends..."

Jin Ximei was extremely passionate about painting. A South Korean girl had come all the way to China just to study Chinese painting, hoping to encounter Chinese master painters. However, after three years, she hadn't met anyone as skilled as Wang Xiaoqiang, which was quite disappointing. She had been planning to return home, back to South Korea, after this exhibition, but just at this critical moment, she encountered a true master of Chinese painting, which brought her immense joy and excitement. If it hadn't been for the earlier offense to Jiang Feng, she would already be pleading to become Wang Xiaoqiang's apprentice.

Seeing that the beautiful South Korean girl was sincerely apologizing, Wang Xiaoqiang forgave her, although she had spoken quite disrespectfully to him earlier. She was more genuine than others, admitted her wrongs, and sincerely apologized, while those who had maligned him earlier had already shrunk back into the crowd, turning into turtles withdrawing into their shells. Those were the real thorough hypocrites.

"No worries, I don't mind now!" Wang Xiaoqiang said with a sudden smile, "Your Chinese is quite good, and you even know Chinese idioms; it shows that you're very passionate about Chinese culture..."

Wang Xiaoqiang stared at the South Korean girl before him, finding her more and more adorable. Although she had been disrespectful to him previously, it didn't detract from her beauty. Though Wang Xiaoqiang had a lot of experience with women, this was his first encounter with a South Korean girl, which gave him a peculiar feeling. Before, he had only seen South Korean girls on TV, but now one was standing right in front of him, and she was no less attractive than a South Korean actress. At that moment, Wang Xiaoqiang thought about whether he could develop more than just a friendship with this South Korean girl. Perhaps they could sit together, chat about paintings, discuss life's philosophies, and maybe even deepen their understanding...on the bed.

This thought brought an unwitting sleazy grin to Wang Xiaoqiang's face.

Just then, Jin Ximei timidly said to Wang Xiaoqiang, "Wang, Mr. Wang, I have a favor to ask of you..."

What is it? Just say it.

Wang Xiaoqiang replied very amicably. He had heard that South Korean girls preferred gentle men, so he tried his best to appear mild-mannered.

"I, I want to become your disciple and learn painting from you!"

"Become my disciple..." Wang Xiaoqiang was stunned for a moment, then replied, "Miss Jin, you are too kind. Don't joke like that..."

Jin Ximei very seriously said, "Mr. Wang, I'm serious. I'm not joking. Painting has always been my pursuit, my lifelong dream. I came to China specifically to find a master painter like you and learn from him..."

"Haha, your ideal is too grand. However, I'm not the person you are looking for because I'm not into painting and I don't have time to teach you..." Wang Xiaoqiang very tactfully refused.

"Mr. Wang, I won't ask for free lessons. I will pay tuition, just name your price..." Jin Ximei had come to China to study painting entirely at her own expense, which is not something ordinary people can afford to do. As the Jin family in South Korea, a truly wealthy family with assets worth billions, she could speak with such confidence when asking Wang Xiaoqiang to set a price. Originally, she should have been one of those rich second generations who squander their youth and money, but she chose not to waste it. Instead, she decided to dedicate it to the great art.

"Art is priceless. If you try to buy art with money, you are desecrating art..." Wang Xiaoqiang said very seriously.

Jin Ximei was startled by his words, as this was the first time she ever heard such a thing.

"Jiang Wei, please persuade Mr. Wang for me. I truly want to learn painting from him..." Jin Ximei saw that Wang Xiaoqiang was not agreeing and thus turned to her friend for help...

Jiang Wei knew that Wang Xiaoqiang was very busy and didn't have the time, but since the request had been made, she couldn't refuse. She said to Wang Xiaoqiang, "Little Qiang, is there absolutely no room for negotiation? I see that Miss Jin is really sincere. Please agree to her request..."

Wang Xiaoqiang pondered for a moment, his thoughts unknown to anyone. After a moment, Jiang Feng nodded and said, "Alright, Miss Jin, I agree to your request for now, but we'll discuss the details over the phone..."

When Jin Ximei heard Wang Xiaoqiang agree, the South Korean girl excitedly shouted, "Hehe, that's really great... Oh right... Mr. Wang... Could you please give me your cell phone number..."

Wang Xiaoqiang gave Jiang Wei a look... "Jiang Wei, you tell her..."

Seeing that Wang Xiaoqiang had agreed, Jiang Wei assumed Wang Xiaqiang did it to honor her, and she felt very grateful. She immediately pulled out her cell phone and gave Wang Xiaoqiang's number to the South Korean girl, Jin Ximei...

...

In the following period, besides dating Jiang Wei, Wang Xiaoqiang was treating Jiang Wei's uncle's illness. Hu Xue Ren's attitude towards Wang Xiaoqiang had undergone a complete one-hundred-eighty-degree change. He greatly valued and respected Wang Xiaoqiang. Of course, what he now had in mind was not only his own illness but also his niece, Jiang Wei. He had made up his mind to marry Jiang Wei to Wang Xiaoqiang. This was not only because of Wang Xiaoqiang's extraordinary medical skills and promising future but also because of his medical ethics and character, which he saw as having reached a certain level. If it were any other doctor, he would have ridiculed him away long ago, whereas someone else might have accepted the humiliation to continue treating him… (To be continued. If you like this work, please vote for it and give it monthly tickets on qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com to read.)

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