After dealing with it for an afternoon, Zhong Yue's throat was almost smoking. He stood by the fruit stall, leaning against eating oranges to quench his thirst.

"Huh, it's finally paid."

The vendor rubbed his hands, "Little brother, it's getting late, I'm going to close the stall. I can't find any change for you for a hundred yuan. Why don't you bring a few more bags of oranges back?"

Zhong Yue glanced at the slick vendor, and he knew it was the smart face of the vendor at the bottom. He understood that it was a hundred yuan for Zhong Yue to take action, and he was also talking to those professors and principals while eating oranges must be an amazing person. How could he care about a little money?

"I only ate seven or eight oranges of you, at best, five dollars. Don't think I'm stupid. The remaining money is just to be here. I often come here and live nearby, so you want to do a business of one hundred yuan. Then, this hundred yuan is like you have picked up a bargain, and you shouldn't show up in the future."

"How dare? Brother, you are so generous, don't worry. My old Zhang often sells fruits in this generation, so why did you do things that are used to make a hundred yuan? Don't worry, if you come here in the future, I will definitely let you choose the best fruit."

Zhong Yue was too lazy to care about the money with him, and was planning to go to the hotel booked by Ouyang Kaishan to talk about the study. After receiving such a big favor from others, Zhong Yue understood that it must be Ouyang Kaishan who did not want Zhong Yue to think that he was the Ouyang family's chess piece and belonged to an equal cooperative relationship. Indeed, the future investment of a master of calligraphy and painting cannot be measured by money or real estate, but Zhong Yue's ancient mofang is already contributing to Ouyang International.

A study is dead. No matter how much it increases its value, it is just a bunch of numbers, not resources.

Zhong Yue went to the hotel and had a meal with Ouyang Kaishan, Ouyang Ming and Ouyang Guoqing, and it ended. Zhong Yue was too lazy to talk about the polite words at the dinner table, and probably talked about what he saw and heard from Huamei today. Zhong Yue was also smart. Ouyang Kaishan didn't need any thanks. If he was polite greetings, he would be alienated. Therefore, Zhong Yue didn't mention anything about the study.

This also surprised Ouyang Kaishan a little, and this person could become a great man.

After the meal, the few people dispersed. Ouyang Ming drove to see Zhong Yue away.

"I can finally breathe."

Zhong Yue smiled and said, "Are you so afraid of your grandfather?"

Ouyang Ming drove the car, "Brother Yue knows why I am convinced you? Stop talking about me, even my father and uncle, I don't dare to breathe when I see my grandfather. That's you, you can chat and laugh with the old man like this, I will be with you in the future!"

"Don't. I'm not a social slut."

"Haha. Just kidding, now I'm following my second uncle to build a paint industry, and I feel very accomplished."

Zhong Yue said, "Wait until you arrive at the study, don't leave first."

"What's wrong?"

"A new batch of handmade ink was sent from Huizhou. After taking it back, remember to seal it up and let your second brother deal with it."

"Don't worry, you are not at ease."

Zhong Yue smiled but didn't say anything, so I was worried about you and I...

When he arrived at the study, Zhong Yue entered the house and saw Ouyang Ming getting out of the car to help, Zhong Yue called out and said, "You just sit here and don't move. In the suburbs, if someone passes by, and you're not going to scratch your sports car, and there's no camera surveillance, then you have no place to cry."

"Oh, yes. Brother Yue, I'll wait here."

Zhong Yue entered the house, poured out nearly 100 ingots of ink from the system, put them in a box, and put them in some rice paper to prevent Ouyang Ming, the Madaha car from driving around and breaking the ink ingots.

"This is one hundred ingots. Although the total price is not as good as your wheel, you have to understand that for the market development of a little paint, these things are so important. Open it slowly."

Ouyang Ming fixed it on the co-pilot and said, "Don't worry, Brother Yue. I must take this thing as my girlfriend."

Zhong Yue pulled the corner of his mouth and said to himself: I hope you will be fine if you don’t want to do it any more.

...

...

The next day, after Zhong Yue got up, the air in the suburbs of Shanghai was not only compared with Huizhou, but at least it was much better than the urban area where Zhong Yue stayed before. After a simple meal prepared in the kitchen of Gengyunxuan’s small and medium compartment, Zhong Yue went to school with satisfaction.

Ouyang Kaishan did not give Zhong Yue any servants or aunts. He understood that Zhong Yue must have his ideas when living alone in Xiaoheshan. Otherwise, with Zhong Yue's financial resources at that time, there would be no problem to buy a house in Huizhou, not to mention renting a decent apartment.

When I was young, I was hiding in the wilderness, but now Zhong Yue's living conditions also have the taste of hiding in the city. Taking the subway to Huamei for twenty minutes is also very convenient. Zhong Yue carried a leather box and a schoolbag on his back.

People looked at him frequently on the road. When Kaihongxuan answered questions from reporters outside of him, he had long become a famous Huamei. The reason why no one recognized him before was that there was no clear news from Huamei that day, so no one discovered it. Now...

Today is the freshman conference, and Zhong Yue also received a text message notification that he gathered in Hall 1 of the National People's Congress and Exhibition Center at 9 o'clock and attached a specific seat. However, seeing the position of a row of nine seats, his heart trembled.

"Principal Kang, I'll set it on the fire..."

Yesterday, Zhong Yue refused the invitation from seven or eight professors in calligraphy and more than ten Chinese painting professors in one breath. Even in the end, even professors from the oil painting department helped speak for the Chinese painting department. Don’t talk to Cao Danqing, but they were rejected by Zhong Yue. He knew that Kang Min was under a lot of pressure and was a little grateful. As a result, today... OK, I’ll pay my respects in this life!

If a group of people on the stage stared at him so fiercely, this freshman conference would probably be unpleasant...

When it was almost half past eight, the venue of Hall 1,500 people was already full of people. As expected, Zhong Yue's location was even more miserable than the corners of the central aisle!

As soon as Zhong Yue looked up, he could even see the conference table cards on the rostrum on the stage. He knew the names on the top ones, professors, directors of the union, presidents, deans of the college, etc. Anyway, there were eleven or two impressions on the seventeen or eighteen table cards alone.

Among the top three art schools in China, Gome and Central Mei are undoubtedly two giants, and the next one is gorgeous. As the top three, there are more than 1,500 freshmen in the Chinese painting department every year. As for popular majors such as oil painting department, visual art department, etc., there are even two or three thousand people. In comparison, the calligraphy department is the most pitiful, and it has not yet exceeded 200 in a year!

No wonder, the running calligraphy professor would have happened that day, just like this, and only after a long time of life happened.
Chapter completed!