Chapter 419

I am, after all, the boss of Star Sea Entertainment; how can I be so humble?

After hanging up the phone, Duan Jiangping rubbed his hands and approached Qin Jie, smiling awkwardly.

"Sister Qin, um... actually, I also studied painting professionally... how about tonight..."

"Hmm?" A hint of killing intent suddenly flashed in Qin Jie's eyes.

"If I recall correctly, when you were in university, you ran over to the Fine Arts Department to sit in on classes."

"And you went specifically while they were painting nude models?"

Duan Jiangping's face changed; he skillfully pulled a keyboard pad and placed it under his knees.

"My lord wife, listen to my explanation; I just wanted to learn to paint, so I could preserve my lord wife's most beautiful form."

"Besides, the nude model I painted that time... was just an old man!"

"Yes." A hint of nostalgia flashed in Qin Jie's eyes.

"To persuade the old security guard at the gate to make a sacrifice, I spent a full week's living expenses,"

"Fortunately, you didn't think to sit in on classes in the Medical Department; otherwise, where would I get a corpse?"

Damn it!

One of the top ten supernatural events at our alma mater, the mystery of the beautiful model instantly turning into an old man, is finally solved today!

So it was you!

Qin Jie's gaze narrowed, and she said calmly.

"The matter Su Meng just instructed you to do, why haven't you gone to handle it yet?"

In Hangcheng, on the lawn of a lakeside villa.

A middle-aged man of short stature, wearing a set of training clothes, slowly concluded his practice.

An assistant approached with a towel; after the middle-aged man wiped the sweat from his forehead, the assistant spoke softly.

"Boss, I suggest you watch a video; you might find it interesting."

Oh? The middle-aged man stirred with a bit of interest.

The assistant was not someone who didn't know the weight of things; since he said so, he didn't mind taking a look.

Taking the tablet, he only glanced at it, and the middle-aged man froze instantly.

This... can such a painting truly appear in the human world?

After a long while, a hint of fanaticism suddenly flashed in the middle-aged man's calm gaze.

"I want this painting!"

The assistant spoke with utmost respect.

"Boss, this painting is the only one of its kind in the world; the auction will begin at three o'clock, but the specific auction format is not yet determined."

"Moreover, this master specifically emphasized that he intends to transfer this painting to someone who understands him."

"I believe what he values is not money."

The middle-aged man's gaze fixed tightly on the tablet, and he nodded slightly.

"One who can paint such a peerless masterpiece must harbor the universe within his heart; he is no ordinary mortal."

"Wealth is merely something external to him."

"That person who understands him must be me! Because we are the same kind of people!"

"We are both uninterested in money..."

On the top floor of a building in Shenzhen City, inside a huge office.

A middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses sat behind his desk, staring blankly at the empty wall.

After a long while, he spoke with implied meaning.

"This wall is too empty... ~~..."

The secretary, who had been waiting for a long time, nodded understandingly.

"Yes, Boss; this place needs a 'Spring Trees and Autumn Frost Painting' as an embellishment."

The middle-aged man nodded slightly and said.

"How do you plan to proceed?"

The secretary had already made preparations.

"In the entertainment industry, if one does not seek profit, one seeks fame."

"Coincidentally, our company's business..."

The middle-aged man casually picked up a book and said calmly.

"Go."

"If you handle this matter well, go become the Vice President of the Entertainment Division."

"Boss, please rest assured!" A hint of excitement also appeared in the secretary's tone.

This is the rhythm of a promotion and a raise!

However... as he was leaving the office, doubts suddenly swarmed the secretary's heart.

The book the Boss was reading... holds great mystery!

As the Boss's secretary, guessing the superior's intentions is a basic skill.

The secretary instantly made a judgment.

He reached out and summoned a junior secretary.

"You, stop your current work immediately, go find several funeral homes, suona bands, coffins, wreaths, and burial clothes; get the full one-stop service ready for immediate use!"

"Alright!" the little secretary dared not ask further and hurried off to handle it.

The secretary couldn't help but feel proud in her heart.

This is why the boss trusts me!

From the faintest clues, she had already judged that things were unsettled in the boss's family recently, and it was very likely a relative would pass away.

Otherwise, why would the boss, so busy, be studying a book with "White Work" in its title?

"Young Master!"

"Greetings, Young Master!"

A young man ignored the greetings of the others and rushed into the conference room in a hurry.

Inside the conference room, seven or eight people were seated, holding a meeting.

The person at the head saw him, and his face immediately darkened.

"Don't you see we are holding a meeting?"

The young man puffed out his chest and said loudly.

"Dad, I have a brilliant method that can double the profits of our project in the Imperial Capital!"

What? Everyone in the room was stunned.

Are you serious when you say that?

Do you know how much effort we have to expend to increase our profit by just one percentage point?

And you have the audacity to claim the profits will double?

Are you playing with fools?

As expected, his father flew into a rage immediately.

"Have you had too much fun with those young models that your brain is filled with liquid?"

"Double the profits? If you can make that project double, I'll call you father!"

The young man said with a cheeky grin.

"Dad, if you say that, our generational ranks will be all mixed up."

Seeing his father was about to explode, he quickly handed over his mobile phone.

"Dad, take a look at this first before you speak."

The father barely suppressed his anger, took the phone, glanced at it, and was immediately stunned.

Is this a painting? Is this really a painting? How is this possible?!

Seeing his expression, the young man immediately puffed out his chest and said loudly.

"Our project is a super-large commercial complex; foot traffic determines everything!"