20demayo Chapter 1882 The Art of Deception
Chapter 1882 The Art of Deception
When Caibao heard his father say it was expensive, he immediately nodded and said, "Okay, I'll trade with you."
Then, amidst the envious gazes of everyone, he traded a kindergarten assignment for a world-class master's masterpiece.
The gallery staff are professional; all you need to do is leave your address, and they will carefully pack your order and deliver it to your door.
Ensure that nothing is damaged.
When the staff saw that Fang Shiyou had given the address of Clearwater Bay, they had an expression that said, "I knew it." That area is where Hong Kong's top tycoons live.
No wonder the little girl has such extraordinary insight at such a young age.
It's not surprising that wealthy families receive elite education.
Caibao was very satisfied with the art exhibition, mainly because she got to show off her precious paintings once again. Before, in Hecheng, with such a small space and so many people, it wasn't enough for her to boast about them.
A's mother wouldn't let her go, and Caibao was already feeling inadequate, so this was finally her chance.
Unbeknownst to her, when her father saw her humming a tune as she packed up her precious paintings at home, he quietly made a phone call to Fang Shiyou: "Want to go to Gangcheng? No food or entertainment included."
Upon hearing that his master was also going, Fang Shiyou hurriedly nodded. Then, as he was leaving, Wen Ying saw him and followed him.
Gu Feifan's father went back to the village for his birthday and missed the opportunity.
As for Lou Linshan, she was unwilling to come back. If her great-grandfather caught her and pressured her to have a child, she couldn't bear it.
So of all those apprentices, only Fang Shiyou and Wen Ying came, and they were very proud.
Unbeknownst to them, Chen Chuan had not originally included them in his plan, had it not been for Cai Bao bringing those paintings.
See, Mr. Chen knows his daughter very well.
He showed off his treasure and was quite satisfied. He even made a friend, Leo.
He was completely fooled by her and regarded her as a confidante.
He personally accompanied Caibao throughout the exhibition, explaining his creative concepts to her. Caibao listened attentively and nodded from time to time.
While Leo was being entangled, Fang Shiyou whispered to Caibao, "Master, did you understand what he was saying?"
Leo's Chinese was very poor. He was Italian and tended to roll his tongue when he spoke, let alone the Chinese he was unfamiliar with; his tongue was rolled up to the sky.
Anyway, he was completely confused.
Caibao shook his head readily: "No."
"Then why were you nodding so enthusiastically just now?"
"You silly child, if I can't listen, can't I at least pretend?"
Fool Fang Shiyou: ...
When will he be able to master his master's amazing skill of showing off? It seems more useful than learning martial arts.
Two hours passed quickly as Caibao browsed the art exhibition and left with a full load of treasures. Before leaving, Leo gave her a few tickets to a music festival.
"This is one of my favorite bands, and I hope Sister Caibao can go see it with me."
Music festival?
Caibao didn't know anything about music festivals, but she still knew how to snag a bargain, so she happily accepted it and then started showering her with compliments.
"Leo, how can you be so good? You're handsome, kind, and generous. No wonder you can paint so well; you have a higher perspective and a broader vision than others."
Leo was taken aback: "Is...that so?"
Isn't his painting talent due to his natural ability?
“That’s right.” Caibao began his brainwashing in a serious tone: “My dad said that kind-hearted people are more likely to be happy and more likely to discover the beauty in life.”
Leo hesitated for a moment: "But my works are mostly... about pain and despair."
“Yes, and it’s easier…” Caibao tilted his head and looked at his father.
Chen Chuan uttered two words calmly: "Empathy."
"Ah, yes, yes, it's easier to empathize. You can understand other people's unhappiness, which is why your paintings are loved and moved by everyone."
"So that's how it is," Leo suddenly realized. "Sister Caibao, you're absolutely right. You really understand me so well. You're my confidante. Come on, let's exchange contact information so we can exchange creative ideas more often in the future."
He felt inspired by Sister Caibao today. He had always felt that he had hit a creative bottleneck and could never find a breakthrough.
Because of this, he hasn't had any new works for a long time.
That's why I accepted my friend's invitation to hold this exhibition, hoping to connect with more people and find new inspiration.
Sure enough, it was very effective.
Painters must step out of their own world and go out to see a wider world.
He now felt his hands were itching to move.
The two of them, one big and one small, easily added each other on WeChat by scanning the QR code and agreed to go to the music festival together that evening. Leo ran off quickly, wanting to take advantage of the moment and paint a lot.
He had already decided on the main color scheme: gray-green.
Because Sister Caibao said that by looking at humans from an animal's perspective, she felt that another masterpiece was about to be created!
He was so lucky to meet Sister Caibao today! She was his goddess! His muse!
Just as Treasure said, happy people are easily satisfied.
Wen Ying and Fang Shiyou looked at each other, then gave Caibao a thumbs up at the same time: "Master, you're amazing!"
They completely fooled that foreigner, leaving him utterly bewildered.
Caibao tossed the ticket aside: "Want to go?"
"Think about it!!"
That's a world-renowned band! Wen Ying came to Hong Kong specifically for them, but she couldn't get tickets. She was even prepared to use her money, and the tickets just came to her.
Sure enough, following my master brings more luck than others.
"Then you'd better try to please me."
"Master, tell me, how should we lick... oops, how should we please you?"
"Let's go shopping!"
"No problem, we'll pay!"
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Even though Fang Shiyou was there, Chen Chuan still personally accompanied his daughter shopping.
Even though he had a mountain of official duties to attend to, spending time with his daughter was his top priority.
He took Caibao around the city, and Caibao, like her mother, was often lured into the milk tea shops, cake shops and various food stalls along the way.
The little guy is also unrestrained; he's curious about everything and wants to eat everything.
She has a sweet tongue.
"Dad, you're the best dad. Please, please buy your sweet baby a pineapple bun."
"Dad, what's that? Is it tasty? Buy it for me, just a bite."
"Dad, I love you, I love you so much. Sister, honeycomb tripe, roasted pork belly rolls, custard buns... thank you."
Fang Shiyou and Wen Ying: ...
I'm impressed, truly impressed. I rattled off a whole bunch of orders.
Chen Chuan was not surprised. When Shen Xi was pregnant with Cai Bao, they came to Gangcheng to attend Wan Shan's wedding. Shen Xi ate all sorts of random things on the street and gained five pounds in just a few days. At the time, she insisted that it was because the baby in her belly wanted to eat.
Now he's starting to believe it.
Because the items Caibao is ordering now are the same ones Shen Xi ordered back then.
Gluttony can be inherited, and so can taste.