Burke had been waiting for this moment before he came from Continent O.
For this, he even looked for a Hua teacher in Continent O's Royal Academy of Arts to learn about Hua's apprenticeship etiquette.
He heard that Hua's apprenticeship etiquette was not as grand as in ancient times, but Burke still decided to follow the most rigorous three kowtows and nine bows.
However, his Chinese was not very good, so he could only speak in English.
He did not know if Master Ying understood him. Burke was very nervous.
The principal, who was following behind him, was speechless.
Was he deaf or blind?
He must have followed him in the wrong way.
As for Ying Luwei who had witnessed this scene, her smile froze.
She was too far away to hear what Burke said.
However, she was sure that Burke was not here to cause trouble for Ying Zijin. Instead, he was here to ask for a favor from Ying Zijin.
But how was this possible?
Who was Burke?
He was a big shot in the field of oil painting. He was more famous than Shengqing Hall in the world.
Ying Luwei's heart was in a mess, and she became even more panicked.
She did not study painting. She studied piano.
With her deliberate promotion, she was quite popular in the country.
Even so, she was not qualified to meet the top pianists in the world.
This was not something that could be done with money.
"Nothing." Ying Luwei hurriedly looked away and quickened her pace. "Sister-in-law, let's go to the infirmary first."
Zhong Manhua was in great pain, so she did not ask further.
She had already anticipated the possible consequences of cheating. In order to prevent her from having a myocardial infarction, she did not turn around to look.
**
In front of the teaching building, the principal was still in shock.
Fortunately, the bell had already rung. No matter how curious the students were, they had to go back to the classroom.
Ying Zijin took a step back, but her expression did not change. "Mr. Burke, please get up first."
"No, no." Burke did not move and repeated, "Master Ying, I saw your painting, 'The Guest in the Church.' Please accept me as your disciple."
The principal, who had been torn into pieces but had to believe him, was speechless.
Is this Continent O oil painting master here to recruit Mr Ying into the Continent O Royal Art Academy?
"Mr. Berg, I don't accept apprentices." Ying Zijin pressed her head and said politely, "I still need to learn."
His lackeys who had sneaked over to watch the show: "…"
Oh my god, their Papa YIng had tricked a fool again.
"No, no, no. Master Ying, you don't need to study." Burke became anxious again. "But if you really want to study, I can directly recommend you to any of the top universities in the world other than Norton University."
"Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Berg." Ying Zijin nodded slightly. "I'm going to Norton University in the future."
She said to go, not to enter.
Burke did not pay attention to the difference of one word. He was so worried that he pulled at his few strands of hair. "Then Master Ying, how can you teach me how to draw? If I didn't know that Chino Feng had been dead for hundreds of years, I would have thought that you were him. "
Therefore, when he saw the painting on the Internet, he immediately put down all the work he was doing and rushed to Hua Nation without stopping.
Chino Feng had always been his idol. Now, he could add another.
Burke did not think that Ying Zijin was young. She was just a high school student and could not draw such a painting.
Talent!
For painters like them, hard work was not enough. Talent was the most important.
Wasn't there a saying that a genius was 99% sweat and 1% inspiration? Without that 1% inspiration, all the sweat would be gone.
Ying Zijin's expression froze.
She was not that silly old man who read the Bible every day.
"We can discuss it." Ying Zijin pondered for a moment. "But there's really no need to be apprenticed. Mr. Berg, you're already a top oil painting master. This is recognized by the world."
She looked at Burke's painting on the way down.
It indeed had the style of Chino Feng when he was young.
"Bullsh * t!" Burke was furious. "Don't I know my own worth?"
Principal: "…"
He could not take it anymore. He was going to faint.
However, Burke also knew that there was no hope for him to be apprenticed. He put his palms together again. "Master Ying, can I trouble you to draw a few more paintings for me? I want to take them back and copy them."
"Sure."
Burke was delighted.
"I want money."
"Here!" Burke waved his hand. "One of my paintings sold for seven million dollars. Master Ying, I'll give you double the price."
Ying Zijin finally looked at him again. "I can give you another one for free."
"Good, good, good. Master Ying, you're really a good person."
After getting the promise happily, Burke was ready to go to Hua's ice cream.
Before he left, he thought of something. "Master Ying, you speak English so well. Your pronunciation is even better than mine. I thought you were a native of Continent O."
Ying Zijin was silent for a moment.
She looked at the encyclopedia. According to the information, Burke was born in a family of painters.
That was possible. She might have met Burke's ancestors before.
**
5: 30 p.m.
Fu Yunshen stood by the car door, waiting for Ying Zijin to finish school.
His appearance was too outstanding and eye-catching. He was tall and straight, with a perfect waist and abdomen, and his legs were slender and strong.
Especially his pair of naturally smiling peach blossom eyes. He did not do anything deliberately, but they were very attractive.
People coming and going could not help but look back. There were men and women, and there were quite a few men.
Under the gazes of so many people, Ying Zijin opened the door of the car and sat in the front passenger seat.
Fu Yunshen started the car and sent her to Shaoren Hospital.
Ying Zijin supported her chin with her hand and frowned.
"Not sleepy today?" Fu Yunshen handed her a bag of daily nuts. "What are you thinking about?"
"I watched a drama a month ago. I haven't finished it yet." Ying Zijin tore open the bag. "But I forgot the name of the drama. I'll check it when I get back."
It was the first day she had returned to Earth. She had been watching it on the old computer when she was still Family Ying.
Fu Yunshen said casually, "You remember it so clearly. What's the plot?"
Ying Zijin thought for a while, then gave a brief description of the story. "It's about a high school student who used a mirror to travel to ancient times and met a prince. The next day, he used the mirror to travel back and found that he had arrived ten years later."
Fu Yunshen: "…"
It was quite a melodramatic drama.
"Okay, wait a minute. I'll ask for you." Fu Yunshen took out his phone and dialed a number. After the call was connected, he said lazily, "Hello."
Nie Chao had been at home ever since he left the bar. He was playing games. "Seventh Young Master, why are you looking for me?"
"Help me check a drama. The plot is …" Fu Yunshen looked at the girl and repeated what she had said without hesitation. "This drama."
Nie Chao was shocked. "Seventh Young Master, have you been transmigrated?"
No, who would watch such a melodramatic drama?
"Cut the crap." Fu Yunshen looked up. "Hurry up and find it."
"Oh, oh, oh." Nie Chao went to look for her without stopping.
He had opened a small entertainment company, so it was very easy to find it.
In less than twenty seconds, Nie Chao replied, "Damn, Seventh Young Master, I'm going to vomit. Such a melodramatic drama is produced by my company. Wait, I'm going to scold them right away."
"I don't know what the drama is yet, but I'm going to smash the heads of those scriptwriters with this plot. I don't know what's in their heads."
"Well, Seventh Young Master, I'll tell you the name of the drama. It's a bit long and embarrassing. I'm too embarrassed to say it out loud."
Five seconds later, Fu Yunshen hung up with a complicated expression. "Yaoyao, the drama you're watching is called —"
He paused for a moment before he finished his sentence.
His tone was steady.
"The overbearing CEO and the iceberg prince are jealous of me every day."
"…"
**
Shaoren Hospital.
Ying Zijin went to the Human Resources Department.
Before she took over the hospital, many Chinese medicine practitioners had changed jobs, so there was a shortage of manpower.
However, because the news of Shengqing Hall's successful treatment spread to all the hospitals in Hu City, many doctors came to apply for the job.
Ying Zijin didn't force Shaoren Hospital to develop in the direction of pure Chinese medicine, so she recruited both Western and Chinese medicine practitioners.
As long as she could make money.
"Miss Ying, this is the list of applicants." The head of the Human Resources Department handed out a folder. "There are a total of 150 applicants today. We have interviewed 120, so there are 30 more."
Ying Zijin didn't take it. She nodded. "I know. Thank you for your hard work."
The head of the Human Resources Department was a little flattered. "Miss Ying, you're too polite. Without you, the hospital wouldn't be where it is today."
He wasn't exaggerating.
He originally wanted to leave, but fortunately, he stayed.
"The interview starts at seven o 'clock." Ying Zijin looked at the time. "I'm going to have a meal. I'll come and take a look later."
"Okay." The head of the Human Resources Department sent her out. "It's great that Miss Ying can come face to face with the interviewer."
Up to now, no one in Shaoren Hospital doubted Ying Zijin's medical skills.
Ying Zijin closed the office door and went downstairs.
A few of the remaining 30 interviewees had already arrived and were waiting in the waiting area.
Lu Zhi waited anxiously and looked around aimlessly.
Until she saw the girl.
Lu Zhi was stunned at first. "Why are you here?"
She seemed to have thought of something funny and sneered, "You don't think you can be a nurse here just because you know a few Chinese medicines, right?"
----- Digression —
Fu Yunshen: Help our child who loves to watch melodramatic dramas to ask for a monthly ticket ~
There's no such drama, I made it up.
Three o 'clock or five o' clock, I won't talk about it in the future ~
Ah, I have 3,000 words per chapter. The subscribers can see the coins. I think 9,000 words per day should be a lot. _ (: з 」 ∠) _
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