Huang Yongqiang lowered his head and looked at the Eight Horses carefully, his eyes were full of admiration.

"Well, it's so well drawn, not just like it, it's like it, and this eighth horse is better than all the seven horses I painted. ”

"Wonderful, wonderful. ”

Huang Yongqiang was overjoyed and overjoyed.

In the next moment, he turned his head and looked at Han Dong suspiciously.

"Who else came into my office this morning besides you?"

Han Dong looked at Huang Yongqiang's performance and knew that the old man was really tempted.

But he must take the initiative and ask the old man to ask him to cooperate with him, instead of discussing with him himself.

"Probably not, right?"

Han Dong pretended to be dazed and said with a look of ignorance.

"Did you lose something in the office?"

Huang Yongqiang looked at Bajun Tu and muttered to himself.

"The ink on this is not dry, it shouldn't have been drawn by this kid, right?"

"Impossible, to be able to draw such an expressive horse, it is impossible to do it without thirty or forty years of skill. ”

Huang Yongqiang was extremely excited at the moment.

He needed such a master so badly.

"Oh, you mean this painting, I came early, I had nothing to do, so I scribbled the painting, did I waste your Mobao?"

Han Dong deliberately showed a cramped and uneasy look, looking very restrained and flustered, as if he had made a big mistake.

"You drew this?"

"Don't brag, boy. ”

The old man's eyes were full of doubts when he looked at Han Dong, and even a little displeased.

Han Dong said.

"This is what I painted, I was idle and had nothing to do just now, so I just played casually, principal, what do you think of my drawing?"

Han Dong looked serious, which made Huang Yongqiang's heart a little uncertain.

After all, the ink on this scroll had not yet dried, and Han Dong was the only one in the room.

"Could it really be that this kid painted it?"

The old man looked at Han Dong suspiciously.

"Then you can draw me another tree to see. ”

The old man put away the picture of the eight horses and took out another piece of snow-white rice paper.

"Well, well. ”

Han Dong pretended to be embarrassed and picked up the brush.

"Hmph, boy, your posture of holding the pen is not right, how can you draw a good work?"

Huang Yongqiang looked at Han Dong's way of holding the pen, revealing a sneering smile.

It's just that the next moment, he was stunned.

In between, the pen in Han Dong's hand had already fallen on the rice paper.

Han Dong didn't seem to even need to think, and directly waved the brush with the dragon and snake.

Tall tree trunks, green leaves, small birds standing in the treetops......

A picture of the growth of Aoki gradually took shape under Han Dong's pen.

It was so expressive that the bird standing on the branch seemed to come to life, and it would flutter its wings and fly high at any time.

The leaves of the trees were verdant, as if they were covered with dew.

Huang Yongqiang's gaze kept following the tip of Han Dong's pen.

Twenty minutes.

Han Dong didn't stop for a second, and Huang Yongqiang's eyes didn't leave for a second.

"Alright. ”

Finally, Han Dong put down the brush in his hand and stepped aside.

"Headmaster, I'm just drawing nonsense, don't laugh. ”

Huang Yongqiang, who had been stunned, finally came back to his senses at this moment, he looked at the growth chart of the green wood on the table where the ink had not yet dried, and then looked at Han Dong, and took Han Dong's hand excitedly.

"Where is this nonsense painting, it's a master's level, who is your master?"

"Master, I don't have a master, I just scribble by myself. ”

Han Dong didn't have a master in the first place, and this was not a lie, so he was justified and had no flaws.

"No master?"

Huang Yongqiang looked incredulous.

"How is it possible? Seeing that you have not paused in the slightest after putting down the pen, it is obvious that you have already made up your mind, if you have not experienced the guidance of masters and practiced hard with yourself thousands of times, you will never be able to do it. ”

"Don't joke with me, boy. ”

"I really don't have a master, in fact, I am also a student of our Nanshan University, although I study Chinese, but I have nothing to do with calligraphy and painting, that is, I draw blindly, I don't know what I think, let it be." ”

"Go with the flow?"

Listening to Han Dong's words, Huang Yongqiang almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood.

"Is this something that can take its course? You really haven't learned to draw?"

"Really no, my file is in Nanshan University, you are the president of Nanshan University, just send it, isn't it clear?"

"Han Dong?"

"You're that kid. ”

Huang Yongqiang finally remembered.

"You are the Han Dong who got into trouble with Li Wenchao, the son of the school director, and was expelled from the school?"

"It's me. ”

Han Dong smiled.

Huang Yongqiang couldn't help but say.

"You kid is really a thorn, I remember that you seem to be a single-parent poor student, dare to provoke Li Wenchao, you kid is too unaware of the height of the sky. ”

Han Dong was silent.

He was waiting for the old man to speak.

Sure enough, after hesitating, the old man said to Han Dong.

"I heard that you also made a bet with Li Wenchao?"

"Do you want to get your student status back in?"

The old man looked at Han Dong.

Han Dong was overjoyed, and sure enough, the old man was tricked.

"Alas. ”

Han Dong said with a sigh.

"Li Wenchao's father is the director of the school, how can I beat Li Wenchao?"

"Principal Huang, if there is nothing else, I'll go first. ”

Han Dong showed a very sad look and turned around to leave.

"Alas, wait. ”

At this time, Old Man Huang stopped Han Dong.

"Boy, I am the president of Nanshan University, restoring your student status is a matter of my words, if you want to restore your student status, you can ask me for help." ”

"Can you help me?"

Seeing that Huang Yongqiang had already taken the initiative to speak, Han Dong pushed the boat along the way.

If you continue to pretend, you will inevitably have to be beaten with chickens and eggs.

"Of course. ”

Huang Yongqiang said proudly.

"I can help you recover your student status immediately with a phone call, but you also know that the Li family's background is not small, and there is also 30% of the equity of Nanshan University, and I need to pay a lot of price to tear my face with them, and a lot of work will not be easy to carry out in the future, this thing is not easy to do." ”

He touched his chin with a look of extreme embarrassment.

Han Dong secretly scolded Huang Yongqiang for being an old fox, he didn't scatter eagles when he didn't see rabbits, but he still squeezed out a smile on his face and said.

"You all said that you are the president of Nanshan University, and it is not a matter of minutes to restore a person's student status, so if you have any requests, you just say me, as long as I can do it, I will definitely agree to you. ”

Hearing Han Dong say this, Huang Yongqiang grinned.

"Boy, you're very good. ”

"I can help you recover your student status, but you have to promise me two conditions. ”

"The first is to let Chu Manli divorce me. ”

"Second, when I am a disciple. ”

Han Dong was stunned for a moment, he actually guessed the first condition, but the second condition was quite surprising to Han Dong.

The old man actually wants to accept himself as a disciple?

A disciple is not an ordinary student, but a successor who inherits the mantle.

What does this old man think?

"You, why do you want to accept me as a disciple?"

Han Dong looked at Huang Yongqiang suspiciously.

Huang Yongqiang walked to the door and looked, and after making sure that there was no one, he locked the door behind him, looking mysterious, which gave Han Dong goosebumps all his life.

At this time, Huang Yongqiang spoke.

"I know that when you hid in the closet of the villa, you had already heard my conversation with Chu Manli clearly, and you also knew about me stealing antique calligraphy and paintings from the museum, right?"

The old man has already had a showdown, so there is no need for Han Dong to pretend to be a little sheep.

"Well, I heard that. ”

"It's good for you to admit it, Mingren doesn't say dark words, I took a fancy to your painting talent, it's a peerless genius, if I can have you help me, it won't be long before I can steal out all the calligraphy and paintings in the museum, you know I'm not young, and I'll retire in two years at most, time is too precious to me, I need you to help me." ”

When Huang Yongqiang spoke, his eyes flashed, as if he was crazy.

"You, why do you have to drop all the calligraphy and paintings in that museum, for money?"

Han Dong looked at the old man suspiciously.

Huang Yongqiang said with a sneer.

"Money? Do you think it's up to me, what's the use of money? I don't even have a son, what's the use of asking for money, I can't spend all my money in the next life, I'm for art, those paintings are put in a museum for a group of people who don't understand art, it's a tyrannical thing, I want to collect them all and build my own private museum." ”

Crazy, Huang Yongqiang, the old man, is crazy for his so-called art.

"But, why do you have to accept me as a disciple?"

Han Donghu looked at the old man suspiciously, and always felt that this matter was not simple.

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