Browning's room was a bit messy.
There were items scattered all over the floor, and heaps of unwashed clothes in the corners. However, the walls were adorned with various framed oil paintings, primarily of female figures.
"Mr Fang Hao, you must have something important to talk about this time, don't you?"
Browning moved two chairs in front of Fang Hao and Anjia.
"Yes, I wanted to ask Mr. Browning to paint a few pieces for me. I need them to be of high quality. Of course, price is negotiable." Fang Hao was direct about his intentions.
"Oh? That's absolutely no problem at all. Are they portraits of you?" Browning replied enthusiastically.
His daily expenses were quite substantial, so he certainly wouldn't turn down business that came knocking at his door.
He brought out his treasured fruit wine, planning to entertain his potential client.
"It's not me, it's Mrs. Rebecca…"
Clatter!
The earthenware cup in Browning's hand fell and broke in two on the wooden pad.