The "lost little cub" felt that he had found his niche. The stamina he was so proud of had been overshadowed, and his previous arrogance had been wiped clean. His understanding of Mazhou's competitive scene was limited to verbal descriptions and limited documents. He didn't know what was reasonable. He had heard people brag too much in the past, but now he felt that it was normal. Wasn't he just a passerby? There would surely be even more amazing passerby like him. Perhaps he was low-key and wasn't used to competitions.
Reality was indeed the most painful. Fang Zhao, who had delivered the blow, had no idea that while the symphony orchestra in his head was playing on a magnificent scale, someone was trembling in the evening wind.
After running in the park, Fang Zhao returned to the hotel to wash up. He didn't catch up on sleep. Even though he hadn't slept the entire night, he was still in high spirits. There were too many inspirations in his head, and the music scores were more or less complete. All he had to do now was write them out.
By the time he finished arranging the music scores, the sun was already shining brightly outside.
Nanfeng saw Fang Zhao come out and hurriedly got someone to send over breakfast.
The hotel staff saw Nanfeng order a table full of food and naturally thought it was for multiple people, so they specially prepared extra cutlery. Nanfeng didn't explain and just smiled silently.
Nanfeng and the others were already used to the boss's huge appetite. Fang Zhao had disappeared for the entire night and locked himself in his room after returning. They had only come out now. They had asked casually and received a "night run" in reply.
Alright, if the boss said night run, then so be it, even though Nanfeng and the others didn't believe him.
Fang Zhao could naturally tell that Nanfeng and the others didn't believe him, but he didn't want to explain. He was very hungry after running the entire night.
While eating, Fang Zhao received a message from Will.
Will was going to an art exhibition and wanted to bring Curly Hair along.
During this period, Will had been nurturing Curly Hair's inspiration and wasn't willing to leave or waste time. If his father hadn't personally called him to attend, Will wouldn't have been willing to leave the campus. He didn't even have time to study his own work. Where would he find the energy to study other people's work? Furthermore, he didn't like that person's work.
After listening to what Will had to say, Fang Zhao thought for a bit and turned on the video call to check on Curly Hair's condition. This little thing could actually understand a lot of words. When Will had called him, Curly Hair had been at the side, wagging his tail. One look and Fang Zhao could tell that Curly Hair wanted to go out and have fun.
Fang Zhao thought about it and asked, "Can I bring a dog to the art exhibition?"
Will explained, "It's a private exhibition, organized by a friend of my father's. This time, it's being held in his manor. Only a portion of the circle has been invited, and it's not open to the public. I've asked around, and quite a few people brought their dogs there. "
It was rare for the quiet Will to explain so much.
Since that was the case, Fang Zhao did not reject it. Will also had bodyguards when he went out, and his safety was very good. As for Curly Hair, this dog was always engrossed in gaming at home. Going out for a run was also good.
"All right, let it interact more with its own kind and make some new friends," Fang Zhao said.
After ending the call with Fang Zhao, Will immediately prepared to leave.
Previously, this was what Will's father had said to Will. "I know you don't like the paintings there, so I won't make you stay too long. Just go over and express your gratitude. I'm busy, so you can go on my behalf this time. Of course, don't leave too early to attend the art exhibition. Stay at least an hour before you leave. Give them some face, got it? "
An hour was still acceptable to Will. Since his father had requested it, Will agreed. However, he wanted to bring the dog along.
Will's father knew that he could not persuade Will on this matter, so he said helplessly, "All right, as long as you get the dog's owner's permission, it's up to you. In any case, you just have to promise to attend."
When Will's father was on the phone, a certain relative beside him had also heard it. He turned around and started ranting to his friend. "Did you know? My nephew, the one who got into HuangArt's Twelve Tones advanced class. I don't know if he's crazy from painting, but he's actually raising a dog! Raising a dog? G！ The kind that smells if you don't wash it for a day, scratches the floor, picks up flower pots, and barks at the slightest movement. What a devil! "
After ranting about dogs, he continued, "That nephew of mine must have been kicked by a dog! He actually said he was going to bring a dog to the art exhibition today! Oh my god, I can't imagine it! What a disaster! To actually have to be in the same space as a dog for an art exhibition … Eh? There's a separate area for dogs? That won't do either. Just the thought of so many dogs nearby gives me goosebumps! "
Will did not know that a relative was spreading the news that he had been "kicked in the head by a dog." Will was very happy after obtaining Fang Zhao's permission. He was no longer so averse to attending this private art exhibition that he did not like. He felt that this could be a new way to nurture his inspiration. He was rather looking forward to bringing a dog to the art exhibition.
However, Will's good mood did not last long. When he brought the dog to the manor where the art exhibition was being held, he found out that dogs were not allowed into the exhibition hall. Will immediately wanted to ask the driver to turn the car around, but in the end, he still got off the car with a sullen expression.
Will personally carried Curly Hair off the car. When someone wanted to pet him, Will did not allow it. Curly Hair was his source of inspiration. He could not allow it to be damaged.
"Wow! This is that dog that's worth 200 million? "One of Will's friends hurried over. He did not raise dogs, but he had paid attention to pet magazines and knew about Curly Hair, this dog that was worth 200 million.
"How did this dog end up in your hands?" his friend asked.
"I borrowed it," Will said. "You really can't bring dogs into the exhibition hall?"
"Of course not! You can bring dogs around the manor, but you can't bring dogs into the exhibition hall. You're still carrying this dog? Are you raising a dog, not an ancestor? Although I don't raise dogs, I also know that dogs can't be so pampered. They have to exercise more. Dogs need to exercise. "That friend looked at Curly Hair enviously as he spoke." Can I hug him? "
He really wanted to hug a dog that was worth 200 million and bask in some riches.
Will rejected mercilessly.
"Alright, I won't give it to you then. Oh, let me bring you to the place where the dog is kept. "That friend eagerly led the way. Along the way, when Will was not paying attention, he petted Curly Hair, his expression rippling.
When they arrived at the place where the dog was kept, Will saw other people bringing dogs over.
A few dog owners were gathered together and debating whether strong and long legs were more attractive or short and soft little paws were more attractive.
Will had no interest in this. He felt that long legs or fat paws were all fleeting clouds. He was only interested in one.
The designated area was like a large warehouse. There were many large cages inside, and there were already seven or eight dogs. Two of them were especially lively, raising their heads and howling at the other dogs and people. They were very spirited.
Without waiting for Will to consider further, Curly Hair pulled the leash and walked in. When he arrived in front of an empty cage, he raised his little paws and walked in.
That friend was delighted when he saw this. "Not bad. This cage has just been cleaned. It's the cleanest. The lighting here is also good."
Will looked at the place where the dog was kept and then looked at the cage that Curly Hair had entered.
The cages were all very large. It was very spacious for a large dog to jump around inside. The facilities were also very complete. There was no need to worry about the dog starving or thirsty here.
What worried Will was that next to Curly Hair's cage was a large, round dog. It was one of the most active dogs here. It was already a large dog, and its fluffy fur made it look even more sturdy. In comparison, Curly Hair seemed like a pocket-sized dog, helpless and pitiful.
Will looked at Curly Hair lying quietly on the soft padding in the cage and could only sigh helplessly. "If I had known, I wouldn't have come to the art exhibition."
Will decided that he would bring the dog away after an hour. He still had to seize the time to cultivate inspiration with little Curly Hair.
"Don't worry. The management here is pretty good. They are fed natural dog food produced in Muzhou. It's not chemically synthesized and has no preservatives. It's very expensive, and the dog eats it better than me, "a dog owner said to Will.
"It's true. There are even cameras over there. There are people in charge of watching this place. Don't worry about losing your dog. Any dog here is worth millions, especially the one you brought. It's worth 200 million. Shouldn't we keep a closer eye on it? "another person said. As he spoke, he pointed out the surveillance cameras to Will.
No one noticed that Curly Hair, who had been lying quietly in the dog cage, twitched his ears and raised his head to look in the direction of the surveillance cameras before lying back down again.
After settling Curly Hair down and registering, Will and his friends left. He turned back and looked inside. Compared to those majestic dogs, Curly Hair was so small and so obedient.
Less than five minutes after leaving the dog area, Will came over again. He was worried that Curly Hair wouldn't get used to the dog food here, so he specially brought the canned dog food that Curly Hair usually ate.
As soon as he entered, Will found that the settlement had become much quieter. The noisy barking had stopped, and he looked at the two big dogs that were barking loudly before. They were now curled up in the corner of the cage, whimpering softly, and their eyes were still looking over.
Will didn't mind. His understanding of dogs was still limited. He just felt that this place had become much quieter and didn't feel that anything was out of the ordinary.
After putting down the canned food, Will checked Curly Hair's condition. He didn't discover anything wrong with Curly Hair, so he reluctantly left. The exhibition hall was about to start, and he had to hurry over.
After Will left, the place became quiet again. Only the sound of Curly Hair eating the canned food could be heard.
The large dog next door caught a whiff of the aroma and took two tentative steps over.
Curly Hair raised his head from his bowl and bared his teeth in that direction.
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