C25

Before Zhu Rong Rong could react, the employee had already picked up the painting.

The staff member held the painting, his entire body trembling in anger as he criticized Zhu Rong Rong: "Look at how you made this picture, don't you know that this painting is priceless?"

"What's the point of saying this now, the truth is that you ruined the painting. Can you afford it?" The staff looked at her and said aggressively.

"Uh, I can't afford it." Zhu Rong Rong was on the verge of tears. Just now, someone had offered 20 million for this painting.

She had only earned thirty thousand yuan from being He Ding Xian's female companion for one night, how could she compensate?

"You still dare to break it despite not being able to afford it!" Mrs. Ning who was dressed in luxurious attire walked over while standing on high heels. Her face that was covered in rouge was extremely gloomy.

"Mrs. Ning." The staff bowed and greeted her.

"I know this painting was broken by this lady. It has nothing to do with you. Don't worry, I won't blame you." Unexpectedly, the first thing Mrs. Ning did was to comfort the staff members.

Then —

She turned and looked at Zhu Rong Rong, her gaze was as sharp as a blade, and fiercely said: "Young miss, if you are not willing to compensate this painting, I will immediately call the police to arrest you!"

"This …" Zhu Rong Rong was normally quite valiant, and under such circumstances, she was still a little timid.

She subconsciously took out her phone and called He Ding Xian. Who knew that his phone number indicated that you were unable to connect to him at the moment? Please try again later.

"What is it? You want to find reinforcements? I'll give you five minutes. If you can't afford to lose money, you can wait to be arrested by the police. We'll meet in court. "In the future, if you leave behind any criminal records, I'll see if your school will fire you."

Mrs. Ning looked up and said disdainfully.

"Uh, how did you know I was a student?" Zhu Rong Rong asked in surprise.

Mrs. Ning's eyes flashed with panic for a moment and quickly recovered back to normal. She said: "Seeing how you're dressed, if you're not a student, then what? But no matter who you are, you must lose money! "

"How much do you want me to pay?" Zhu Rong Rong was about to cry.

"The normal price of this painting is sixteen million. Of course, if you bring it to the auction today, the price will be even higher. Since you are someone the He Si Xiao has brought, I just want you to pay sixteen million."

Mrs. Ning said while revealing a cold smile.

"Are you joking with me, Yath? Sixteen million, and you want me to just casually forget about it? " Mrs. Ning replied without mercy.

"Is that so … Why don't we wait for Mr. Hoh to come back and deal with it? " The Xie Ya Si in the rumors that was always tough and delicate, was now acting extremely weak. Even begging with a low voice made Zhu Rong Rong feel very embarrassed.

"No!" "This charity ball of mine has been destroyed, Yath. Do you still have the nerve to come and bargain with me?" Mrs. Ning crossed his arms, looking like he was unwilling to let go.

"You're right, but tolerance might not be intentional." Xie Ya Si's gaze landed on Zhu Rong Rong.

Mrs. Ning turned around and no longer paid attention to her: "Forget it, I don't want to argue with you guys anymore. I have a headache, I better call the police to settle it. If reason is useful, what else would the police do? "

Zhu Rong Rong had already regained her senses, she also spread out her hands and fearlessly said: "Mrs. Ning, you should still call the police. In any case, I don't have any money, only one life. If you beat me to death, I won't be able to compensate you with that much money. The painting was indeed damaged by my Coke, I believe. "

Zhu Rong Rong's attitude surprised everyone present, including Mrs. Ning.

She frowned, the corners of her eyes revealing lines that could not be hidden. "Are you mocking me?"

"No, I am speaking from the bottom of my heart." Zhu Rong Rong said very sincerely.

Her attitude was completely different from what Mrs. Ning had imagined, and it greatly angered her.

She took out her cell phone and was about to press the button to call the police.

When she pressed the first button on her cell phone, a slightly deep yet magnetic voice came over: "It's just a painting. If it's broken, then paint it again. Why do you have to force this little girl into the police station?"

Following which, a twenty-six or twenty-seven year old young man walked over.

Upon seeing him, everyone's eyes lit up.

His stature was tall and straight, exuding a noble aura. Just by standing there quietly, he was able to make people feel as if he was a pearl standing by their side.

His eyes moved around, making everyone feel as if they were staring at themselves.

His face was like a crown jade, and his expression was calm. It was as if he had left the world, and his every move brought out an endless aura of calligraphy.

"Who are you?" Mrs. Ning couldn't help but be slightly startled when she saw his appearance.

This man's eyes were like flowing water, standing tall and straight like an immortal that had descended to the mortal world. When he spoke to him, no matter who it was, they would involuntarily become very nervous and would not have the heart to interrogate him loudly.

"A painter." He waved his hand and a person who looked like an assistant came up to him with a box and opened it.

The box was filled with a myriad of colors: paint, paper, brushes, palettes, scrapers, floss bottles, coloring oils. Everything.

The man took out a piece of paper and spread it out on the table. He pondered for a moment and his gaze swept across Zhu Rong Rong's face.

The people around him were all astonished, but when he sat there, the tranquility was beautiful and the ink was everywhere. It was like the most beautiful painting in the world and no one was willing to disturb him.

Even the ferocious Mrs. Ning did not make a sound.

A focused man was always the most attractive. Not a single woman's gaze left him.

The brush in his hand seemed to have gained a life of its own, as if it had gained a spirit of its own.

In less than half an hour, a beautiful oil painting was born under his hands.

He was drawing a girl. Simple, clean, and charming. Her eyes were bright, and her expression was clear. She seemed to be a real person, but she was even more beautiful than a real person.

Everyone present praised and admired her. Mrs. Ning looked at her and subconsciously pointed at Zhu Rong Rong: "You drew her! What's your relationship? "