Nanfeng was the one who opened the door.
Nanfeng's prejudices faded a fair bit at the sight of this genius artist who had been in the limelight recently. Nanfeng smiled warmly at Will's pale, solemn face after his seclusion.
This was a great master worth 30 million for a painting! How could he be like a normal person?
"Hello, Master Will!"
Nanfeng invited Will in. He wanted to ask about the painting, but he knew his position as Will's assistant. He knew Will didn't like to talk, so he held his tongue.
Will's gaze swept the room after he entered. He frowned in disappointment when he didn't see Curly Hair.
But Nanfeng was used to Will's disgruntled demeanor. After pouring some tea, he scurried off to the kitchen to prepare his boss's dinner. He had to put on a good show. In a few days, Fang Zhao would be bringing him to the film festival. There would be a red carpet!
Fang Zhao was surprised by Will's sudden visit. He knew Will wanted to paint his portrait. Will had told him long ago, and he had agreed to it. Fang Zhao had learned from Nanfeng that the painting had been sold for 30 million on HuangArt's premium display platform.
Fang Zhao hadn't been following the news online lately. He had to write his thesis and prepare for some advanced studies. He still had to attend the film festival. Before that, Fang Zhao had to take care of business here. That way, it would be easier for him to take time off. Fang Zhao had also declined all recent interviews related to the Hull virus. He wanted everyone to focus on researchers and medical personnel. He was just a starter. There was no need to magnify the issue.
After Fang Zhao sat down on the sofa, Curly Hair walked out of his room, yawning. He sprawled by Fang Zhao's feet and didn't even look at Will. He didn't need to. He could tell who the visitor was and what he was carrying just by smelling it.
Will's gaze was glued to the dog. After a while, he told Fang Zhao the purpose of his visit.
"Borrow the dog?"
This was the first time Fang Zhao had encountered such a situation. Will didn't seem like the kind of person who liked pets. Even though his gaze was glued to Curly Hair, there was no envy in his gaze, nor was there the fondness of a pet lover. It was a different kind of gaze, like he was looking at a rare object. So when Will said he wanted to borrow the dog, Fang Zhao was taken aback.
Curly Hair, who was sprawled by Fang Zhao's feet, snorted.
Will's expression was solemn, and his entire being exuded a sense of seriousness, indicating that what he said was not a joke, but that he really had this thought.
"I want to draw a dog. I want to draw your dog, but I can't do it. More contact might give me inspiration, so I want to borrow your dog."
"If you just want to interact more, I can let Curly Hair drop by. We are neighbors, so we can interact more that way," Fang Zhao said.
"No," Will shook his head. "I mean, closer contact, closer observation."
Nanfeng, who was cutting vegetables in the kitchen and eavesdropping, couldn't help but glance in Will's direction.
Will continued, "It's really too difficult to draw, so I hope that I can spend more time to see it in its truest form. It would be even better if I could take the dog out for a walk. I heard that more exercise can help a dog release its natural instincts … Oh, I almost forgot, what is its hobby?"
Fang Zhao: "…"
Silence. He couldn't tell Will that this was a dog that was addicted to the game.
`What is his nature? 'asked Will.
Fang Zhao: "…"
The silence continued. He felt that it was best that Will didn't know.
However, Will continued to ask questions with a serious face. It was rare for him to have so much to say. He looked like he was discussing a difficult academic problem, and he even pulled out a notebook, intending to seriously jot down Fang Zhao's answers. These could all be the key to developing a sense of spirituality.
However, Fang Zhao's silence made Will gradually reveal a disappointed expression. It turned out that even Fang Zhao himself didn't know these questions.
The house quietened down, and the atmosphere became a little awkward.
Will, who had sunk into an awkward conversation, opened a page in his notebook and looked at the "dog borrowing notebook" before saying, "You don't have to worry about not raising the dog well. My family will send someone over. I have hired someone to take care of it, and the person will be here tonight. Also, these are the notes I've made recently. "
Fang Zhao took another notebook from Will and flipped through it. Looking at the notes, he knew that Will had really put in a lot of thought and hadn't just said it casually, even though almost none of the notes matched Curly Hair's situation.
To prove his sincerity, Will also indicated that he could sign a dog borrowing agreement. "There's also dog food. It will definitely be high-quality dog food. I have also taken a look at the kennel. I will buy whatever he likes immediately!"
Fang Zhao returned the notebook, thought for a bit, and said, "I need to consider this matter."
Will was anxious when the dog borrowing didn't succeed. He wanted to say something more, but Fang Zhao raised his hand to stop him.
"I will give you an answer tomorrow morning at 9."
Seeing Fang Zhao insist, Will could only agree. As he left, he turned back three times with each step and glanced at the dog on the floor.
After Will left, Nanfeng came out from the kitchen.
"Boss, you have to consider it carefully!" Nanfeng wasn't willing to let Fang Zhao borrow the dog.
So what if a painting costs 30 million? My boss's dog is worth 200 million! Is this something that can be casually borrowed?
This kind of small pet dog is delicate. Will can't even raise himself well. How can he raise a dog?
What if he raises it to death?
Even if he doesn't raise it to death, if he raises it to illness, or if the dog develops psychological problems or some unseen injury, then there would be no way to regret it!
There was only one pet dog worth 200 million in the entire world!
"Furthermore, Boss, Will isn't a reliable person. I feel that under his calm and indifferent face, he is definitely thinking of some deranged things!"
Fang Zhao waved his hands. "I have my own considerations."
Seeing that Fang Zhao wasn't willing to say more, Nanfeng kept his mouth shut. To be a qualified assistant, one had to listen to the boss first. One had to follow wherever the boss pointed. One had to do whatever the boss said. Even if the boss' decision was wrong, one had to follow!
In the evening, the servant and nutritionist that Will had mentioned arrived. Besides these two, there were also two bodyguards. They didn't live in the dormitory but in the school's reception area. It was close to the dormitory, so they could rush over quickly if anything happened.
In Will's dormitory, he saw the nutritionist carrying a suitcase.
Puzzled, Will asked, "What's this suitcase?"
"Rabies vaccine," the nutritionist replied.
"For the dog?"
"No, for you. If you get bitten by a dog, use this. "
Will fell silent. He recalled the fear of being bitten by a dog when he was young.
But very quickly, the pursuit of art dispelled the fear that had just arisen. In the face of art, everything was a paper tiger! Besides, Fang Zhao's dog was usually very obedient and didn't bite people. There was no need for this.
Next door, there were no outsiders. Fang Zhao shut the windows and listened to Curly Hair's instructions.
Given Curly Hair's learning ability, he could understand everything Will said and what was going on next door.
"Although Will doesn't seem reliable, he has a pure heart. He doesn't have any ulterior motives."
Curly Hair lay on the floor and whimpered unwillingly.
Fang Zhao continued, "I can make some alterations to the door and install a new smaller door. You can help him look for inspiration during the day and eat and drink. At night, you can come back to the dormitory to sleep."
Curly Hair was still whimpering, but his voice was softer.
"Also, I need to go out in a few days. You know about the film festival. Are you coming with me or staying here? "
Curly Hair stopped whimpering and swung his tail as if in deep thought.
If Fang Zhao went out on his own to look for inspiration, Curly Hair would definitely follow, but there were too many people at the film festival. Curly Hair didn't like those noisy places. People were too casual these days. If he wasn't careful, he would be stroked and unable to bite.
Based on Curly Hair's reaction, Fang Zhao guessed what Curly Hair was trying to say: I don't want to go. I want to stay at home and play games!
"You can't play games all day." Fang Zhao's words made Curly Hair listless again.
Fang Zhao made his decision after some consideration.
The next morning, Will, who hadn't been able to sleep the whole night due to worry, came to the door with dark circles under his eyes.
"I can borrow the dog," Fang Zhao said.
Will's eyes lit up. "Thank you!"
"Don't thank me yet. I have a condition."
Fang Zhao stated his condition. He would make some alterations to the dormitory door and create a dog hole for Curly Hair. Curly Hair would help Will find inspiration during the day and return to the dormitory the rest of the time.
"I'll be away from school for a while to participate in some activities. We can stick to this agreement for those days." If Curly Hair was raised well and there weren't any problems, there would be more opportunities for collaboration in the future. But if something went wrong, then there was no room for discussion.
"Don't worry! I won't let him go hungry! I'll buy dog food now! What kind does he eat? What else do I need to prepare? "
Will fished out his notebook and took notes as he asked. In his spare time, he even used the dog-rubbing technique he had practiced for over 10 hours to quickly stroke Curly Hair's back.
Seeing Curly Hair open his mouth and reveal a mouthful of white teeth, Will quickly retracted his hand and asked Fang Zhao cautiously, "Does he want to bite me?"
"No, he's just expressing friendliness."
Will: "… Is … is that so …"
Childhood trauma was still very deep.
In order to find inspiration as soon as possible, Will took Curly Hair out for a walk after signing the dog loan agreement with Fang Zhao.
Two bodyguards hired by Will Sr. were following them not far away. After all, this was a dog worth 200 million. Even though HuangArt's security wasn't bad, they still had to be on guard. If this dog was stolen, it would be a huge loss. Also, they had to prevent Will from getting bitten.
People familiar with Will felt as though they had been startled by a Category 10 hurricane when they saw this.
How could Will keep a dog? Had he forgotten his painful childhood experiences?
How could he keep a dog when he was bitten by a dog?!
If a dog bit his finger or injured his arm muscles, the rest of his life would be crippled!
Find inspiration?
Are you even willing to sell your soul for the sake of painting?!
Will was even more bewildered by everyone's persuasion. Wasn't I just borrowing a dog to try and find inspiration? Why was everyone acting like the sky was falling?
"This dog is very obedient! Really, it's not aggressive! It doesn't bite people! "
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