Cheng Huanchong ate and muttered: "He is a very good person. Maybe I heard from me that I have to work overtime today, so I will give me some extra meals to make up for it."

He just mentioned it casually, but unexpectedly, the senior student remembered it in his heart, and even took a lot of effort to send it to someone.

Xue Yang couldn't help asking: "He is so kind to everyone? Isn't it possible? There is a nurse who takes care of you, but he still does not take care of you. I heard that I slept on the sofa in the ward for several nights, right?"

Cheng Huanchong picked up a small shrimp dumpling for his grandmother and replied inadvertently: "Maybe it's because I was injured at his house. He felt that he had made an appointment with me and he had some responsibility for my injury."

"Oh." Xue Yang patted the breadcrumbs on his hand: "That's reasonable. But you're already done. Why is he still taking care of you so considerately? He's talking on the phone and snacks in the afternoon - he's too attentive? Wait! He's not trying to do anything to you, right?"

Cheng Huanchong was slightly embarrassed and asked back: "I... what can I do to let him draw? He is richer than me, and he is much richer. He has whatever he wants, no lack of status, no money and connections. I am a student, but I can draw nothing except painting. Besides, he can draw himself, and he draws much better than me!"

Xue Yang's face was confused: "It's strange! Then what exactly did he mean to you?"

Cheng Huan Chongjun's face turned slightly red and he glared at his second brother.

"Can you speak nicely? Don't always think of people so badly. Senior is really a very good person, and he is also a fan of mine. What should he do if he treats me well? Second brother, don't be too utilitarian, okay?"

Xue Yang shrugged: "I'm not called utilitarianism, but reality! Brother, you haven't really entered society yet and don't know that people's hearts are sinister. There is nothing really beautiful in this world, and there are no perfect people. The bustling and bustling are all for profit, and reality is such utilitarianism. There is no real fairness in the world, and there are not so many pure good things, except for your relatives and lovers."

"Oh." Cheng Huanchong thought absent-mindedly.

Xue Yang poked him and asked curiously: "Does he want you to sell him the copyright of your next work? Is it?"

ah??

Cheng Huanchong shook his head, and a trace of silence flashed in his eyes.

“…No, right? I don’t know.”

Xue Yang thought hard and analyzed it carefully.

"As far as I know, many big businessmen who invest in the art industry like to recruit talented and talented young artists, coax and please and recruit them into their own companies, let them work for themselves, and monopolize their works. Then, they will quietly raise the price of the works of these artists, thereby increasing their value and profiting from it."

Cheng Huanchong said "Ah?" and remembered Lin Qingzhi's concern for him. He felt a little uncomfortable when he felt unexplained.

"I have indeed heard of such things. My senior sister had asked me before and said that her company boss was interested in recruiting me, but I simply refused. She said that she knew it was not easy to recruit me, but the other party was willing to pay a price of tens of millions of yuan and guarantee the price for three years at one time. I hope I would consider it carefully and call her at any time if I change my mind."

The old man next to him had a tissue off. Cheng Huanchong was absent-minded at this time and was too lazy to pick it up. He picked up a piece and handed it to the old man.

"Yes!" Xue Yang immediately realized: "It must be like this! The third brother, this young master Lin, is 100% the purpose. But after all, he is a noble young master, and his style of doing things must be different from that of ordinary merchants. Look! They are looking for benefits and beauties to tempt you, but he is completely different."

He cared for himself, picked up and delivered himself, and even made snacks by himself, so that the bodyguard could bring them here in the cold weather.

Such condescending and trying to please can be seen as having made great efforts!

The chopsticks in Cheng Huanchong's hand stopped and he was restless.

"...I'm just a little painter. He doesn't need to do this at all."

Even though he said this, he couldn't help but think of Lin Qingzhi's sincere and clear eyes, his sense of intimacy when he talked to him all night and talked about everything, and all the things he has been here these days.

Cheng Huanchong was silent and bowed his head and said nothing.

Xue Yang was still excited and chattering.

"You don't know! Your signature photo can be sold for hundreds of dollars! If it is a life photo, it can be sold for three hundred dollars without signature! Those who take photos of your photos at school will definitely make a lot of money! If it weren't for your mother's stopping me, I would have made a lot of money with your beautiful photos! If I were to take photos, it would be better than those who took photos, right? It will definitely be sold for hundreds of dollars! Brother, my second brother has said long ago that your future agent can only be me, otherwise I will have to worry about you. You must remember that you must be your own person, otherwise any of us will not be at ease..."

"I won't eat anymore, you guys." Cheng Huan Chongjun's face sank slightly, "Grandma is probably thirsty, so pour her some water, I'll go back to the room first."

Xue Yang, who has always been a Madaha, didn't notice something wrong with him and grabbed his arm.

"I said - I said so much, how much did you listen to it? Why do you do when you go back in a hurry? There are still a lot of food here! These are all good things, how can you waste your resources!"

Cheng Huanchong shook his head absent-mindedly: "I didn't listen much."

Xue Yang pretended to glar at him angrily, threatening: "Xiaoyu and Xiaopeng must sleep with their third uncle tonight!"

Cheng Huanchong had no joking mood at all and whispered in a low voice: "Second brother, now I just want to draw the paintings I like, I don't want to debut or anything, and I don't want to take any traffic route to hype up the paintings. If I want to do this, the group under my name will be enough to operate."

"I really don't think about it anymore?" Xue Yang blinked his eyes, "Additional conditions - a cute pair of twins?"

Cheng Huanchong laughed silently: "You are willing to let go? Is your second sister-in-law willing to let go? Have you asked?"

Xue Yang shrank his head and became timid in an instant.

"Don't...don't ask your second sister-in-law. You are a twin, and you don't lack it at all! Hehehe!"

Cheng Huanchong was too lazy to pay attention to him, so he told him to take good care of his grandmother, and turned back to his room.

I closed the door and returned to the computer. Unexpectedly, I didn't know what was going on. After a long time, I couldn't concentrate. My mind was messy, as if I didn't think about anything, but I couldn't calm down for a long time.

Cheng Huanchong was extremely irritated. He grabbed his hair, tilted on the bed and rolled around. After rolling around for a few rounds, he closed his eyes in a daze.

Unexpectedly, I couldn't sleep for a long time, so I was so angry that I was so angry!

"Ahhhh..." He got up, rubbed his face in anger, and returned to the computer.

After a while, he found that his mind was blank and he could not remember anything when the plot was moving towards the character characteristics.

"Hey!!!" He kicked the bed irritably, fell on the quilt and didn't want to move.
Chapter completed!