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The Martial Artist Turned Movie Mogul

[Entertainment Industry + Strong Female Lead + Refreshing Story + Hidden Identity] The Young Sect Master of the Tang Sect, Tang Shu, who was skilled in Poison Techniques and Hidden Weapons, had transmigrated and became an 18th-tier newbie, debuting as a supporting actress. After a variety show aired: Haters: "I actually think Tang Shu is kind of cute. Is there something wrong with me?" When the National Mechanical Engineering Research Institute announced: Miss Tang is our key-appointed research consultant. Haters: "What????" When an authoritative Chinese medicine expert revealed during an interview: The development of a new type of medicine owes much to Tang Shu. Haters: "Isn't this just too coincidental?" When the Porcelain Restoration Department openly stated: No one surpasses Tang Shu in the fields of porcelain restoration and calligraphy and painting. Haters: "Is this white lotus getting a bit too intoxicating?" When a Weibo big V with millions of fans accidentally revealed her face during a live broadcast... The haters all declared that their minds were blown! *** Jing Yu, the favored son of heaven, had always had an iron grip and a successful career until— he met Tang Shu. Inside the cinema, after watching four or five movies in a row, he realized the person sitting next to him hadn't changed, enjoying the popcorn with great relish. Jing Yu's throat moved slightly; this woman was flirting with him. Facing each other in a coffee shop, she casually pulled out a double-sided straw and placed it in her cup. Jing Yu's eyes tinted red; this woman was definitely flirting with him!

Rain Chen Zhenzhen · Thành thị
Không đủ số lượng người đọc
521 Chs

331. Combination of Chinese and Western painting techniques?

[The painting got destroyed on the way to shipping?]

[It couldn't have gotten lost, could it?]

[That can't be right, brother, leave the name of the courier company; we'll collectively find shelter at their expense!]

[Right, right, right, little brother, don't cry, let's talk about what happened!]

At this moment, in an anciently decorated red lacquered quadrangle in the capital, a young boy about fourteen or fifteen, clutching his phone, indignantly complained about the robbery perpetuated by his unscrupulous grandfather.

In the end, he concluded with a sentence:

[Wuwuwu, just like that my grandfather took the painting, said something about getting it framed, and he's definitely not returning it, I haven't even cherished it enough!]

Everyone: "..."

It felt like worrying for nothing.

This isn't a complaint at all, it's clearly showing off, and of the highest order, at that!