After they left, Chiang Xiao took another look at the IOU, put it into the Space, picked up the thousand yuan that Yu Hang had left behind, patted it, and suddenly felt that she should go to Huali Tea Garden.
She felt that it was quite comforting to have the money in her hand.
Yu Zhensheng took the painting handed over by the assistant and frowned, "Is this from Yu Hang and Minghui, sent by someone on their behalf?"
The assistant nodded and said, "Yes, they said it was by a master-level Painter they encountered in G Province, and it took a lot of effort to obtain it."
"A master-level Painter from G Province?" Yu Zhensheng said with a bitter smile, "We’ve already inquired thoroughly, where is there any suitable landscape painting? Those two really caused a fuss, not knowing who they have asked. However, these two boys have never asked favors from others, it seems like now they also..."
Now they also knew the cold and brutal reality of this world.
Yu Zhensheng shook his head and casually placed the painting aside.
On the corner table, there was a pile of rolled up paintings.
And those paintings had all been rejected and returned by Old Zhang.
The assistant glanced at it, knowing that the painting would likely never be opened again, perhaps until it was covered in dust. Maybe when the Yu Family really faced a major shake-up in the future, these paintings would be brought out to monetize them.
He remembered the two sentences his childhood friend Yu Hang had said when bringing the painting, and couldn’t help but say, "Sir, maybe you should take a look, regardless, it’s a thoughtful gesture from Yu Hang and Minghui."
"Did the two of them buy this painting with money?" Yu Zhensheng suddenly asked.
The assistant nodded, "I heard they spent quite a bit of money on it."
"Then send them some more money," Yu Zhensheng instructed. "We haven’t had the chance to take care of them recently, and being in G Province without money is no good. You’ve also been working hard during this period, Xiao Miu."
Assistant Xiao Miu saw that he had already sat down behind his desk, seemingly quite sure he wouldn’t open the painting, and sighed.
He, too, doubted that the painting Yu Hang brought could provide any surprise.
He himself had exhausted his contacts, all the artists skilled in landscape paintings that he could inquire about had been consulted. What could the two kids, Yu Hang and Xi Minghui, possibly do?
If these two kids could persuade someone to draw a painting specifically to sell to them, how good could it be?
Thinking this, he gave up on persuading Yu Zhensheng to look at the painting, "It’s not hard work, it’s my duty. If it wasn’t for you giving me a chance back then, I would still be shining shoes on the streets."
That was exactly what he was doing back then—shining shoes in the streets. Once, a rich man asked him to shine his shoes, but his shoes had a tiny crack in them. The man accused him of damaging the shoes and demanded compensation, even resorting to violence. Xiao Miu was merely defending himself when the man called a group of people over, nearly crippling him.
Luckily, Yu Zhensheng came to his rescue, settled the matter for him, and even offered him a job.
After so many years of hard work, he had made a modest success. Compared to his past life as a shoeshiner, his life had improved a hundredfold.
Therefore, Xiao Miu had always been very loyal to Yu Zhensheng.
Madam Yu walked in, followed by her sister and brother-in-law, who were also Minghui’s parents.
"What’s the matter? What were you discussing with Xiao Miu?" Both sisters were very beautiful, with bright eyes and white teeth.
But their faces were full of worry.
"Yu Hang and Minghui haven’t been idling around in G Province; they’re still thinking about this matter. Look, they sent a painting over, claiming it was done by some master," Yu Zhensheng said with a wry smile.