Chapter 739: A glance lasting ten thousand years! This is vitality!

In the well-lit and exceptionally quiet art studio.

The air was filled with the faint, unique scent of turpentine mixed with old linen, the breath belonging exclusively to an artistic creation space.

A man with hair reaching his waist, wearing a dark beret, and sporting a meticulously groomed beard on his chin, was standing in front of a huge easel, holding a palette, lost in thought while facing the canvas.

He was about forty years old and was one of the highly acclaimed masters of sketching and oil painting in the Japanese art world—Kusamura Hokusai.

At this moment.

The mobile phone placed on the small side table vibrated abruptly, emitting a "buzzing" sound, breaking the studio's tranquility.

Kusamura Hokusai frowned slightly, seemingly displeased that his creative train of thought had been interrupted.

But he still put down his brush and palette, wiped the paint stains from his fingertips with a cotton cloth nearby, and picked up the phone.

"Moshi moshi?"

He connected the call, and a short, clear instruction came from the other end of the receiver.

His expression quickly shifted from the impatience of being disturbed to astonishment, then immediately transformed into a look mixed with honor and nervousness.

"Yes, yes, I understand completely."

He nodded repeatedly toward the air, his tone respectful.

"Okay, please wait a moment, I will come out to welcome you right away."

He hung up the phone.

He stood in the center of the empty studio, took a deep breath, and then exhaled slowly.

An unbelievable glow of excitement flickered in his eyes.

The illustrious Yutang family had said before that they would finally come to find him today to guide them in drawing.

This made him feel flattered.

Anyone who understood the energy of the Yutang family in Tokyo and even the entire upper class of Japan would desire to establish a connection with them.

This was not just about reputation; the remuneration for this job alone was enough to exceed his income from teaching ordinary students for several months or even longer.

Kusamura Hokusai quickly tidied up his slightly casual artist attire, patted the dried paint spots on his apron, and walked toward the door of the studio with slightly hurried steps.

He pushed open the door, stood on the slightly weathered stone steps at the entrance, bowed slightly, and placed his hands together in front of him, striking a posture of respectful waiting.

Soon.

Three figures approached.

Walking at the very front was a tall adult male wearing a meticulously tailored black suit and sunglasses.

Kusamura Hokusai knew at a glance that this person was just a guide.

His gaze involuntarily passed over the guide and fell on the man and woman behind him. ===== CHAPTER 740 =====