The Painting Is His

Wu Chong had been standing there for more than half an hour. Now that Qin Sheng and the rest had returned, Wu Chong simply sat on the sofa.

"Sheng Sheng, I'm here today to talk to you about your painting."

Qin Sheng frowned.

Wu Chong continued, "Your painting has won first place in the country. I want to buy that painting from you. You can raise the price however you want."

Wu Chong's paintings were very popular in the country now, so he was not short of money.

Old Master Lu was unhappy. "Sheng Sheng, I want to buy your painting too."

Old Master Lu spoke. Wu Chong had a bad feeling in his heart. He kept feeling that he would use some shameless methods.

Just as he thought of this, it was slapped away by Wu Chong.

Old Master Lu was a well-known figure. He usually appeared in front of everyone with an extremely serious look. Why would he use some shameless methods?

Wu Chong had underestimated Old Master Lu's thick skin.