The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 101

Chapter 101: 099 Looking down on Boss Ying, You’ll Regret It 【2nd Update】

Before coming from O Continent, Berg had been waiting for this moment.

For this purpose, he even sought out a teacher from the Hua Country at the O Continent Royal Academy of Arts to understand the etiquette of apprenticeship in Hua Country.

He heard that the apprenticeship etiquette in Hua Country is no longer as solemn as in ancient times, but Berg still decided to adhere to the most rigorous act of kowtowing three times and bowing nine times.

It’s just that his Chinese wasn’t very good, so he could only speak English.

Berg was very anxious inside, not knowing if Master Ying had understood him.

The principal following behind: “…? ? ?”

Was he deaf, or was he blind?

It must have been the way he came over that was wrong.

And Ying Luwei, who had witnessed the whole scene, had her smile stiffen instantly.

She was too far away to hear what Berg had said. _{ƒгeewebnovёl.com}

But it was certain that Berg was not here to trouble Ying Zijin, but rather to ask her for a favor.

But how could that be possible?

Who is Berg?

An apex magnate in the field of oil painting, globally recognized, more famous than even Sheng Qingtang.

Feeling her heart in a mess, Ying Luwei panicked even more.

She didn’t study painting herself; she studied piano.

With her deliberate efforts, her popularity at home wasn’t low.

But even so, she didn’t have the qualifications to come in contact with those top pianists in the world.

This wasn’t something a wealthy family could achieve just by spending money.

“It’s nothing.” Ying Luwei hurriedly averted her gaze, quickening her pace, “Sister-in-law, let’s go to the infirmary first.”

Zhong Manhua was in severe pain and did not ask any further when she heard this.

Moreover, since she had already anticipated the possible consequences of cheating, she didn’t look back in order to prevent a myocardial infarction.

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In front of the teaching building, the principal was still in shock.

Fortunately, the bell for class had already rung, and even if the students were curious, they had to return to their classrooms.

Ying Zijin took a step back, her expression showing no ripples, “Mr. Berg, please get up.”

“I won’t get up, I won’t get up.” Berg didn’t move and repeated, “Master Ying, I saw the painting ‘Visitor in the Church’ that you did, please take me as your disciple.”

The principal, who had to accept the unbelievable situation: “…”

This master oil painter from O Continent didn’t come to recruit Classmate Ying to the O Continent Royal Academy of Arts but to become her apprentice?!

“Mr. Berg, I don’t take disciples,” Ying Zijin said as she pressed her temple, being very polite, “I still need to study.”

The little brother who had secretly followed to enjoy the spectacle: “…”

Good heavens, Daddy Ying has cheated a simpleton again.

“No, no, no, Master Ying, you don’t need to study any longer,” Berg became anxious again, “but if you really want to study, I can directly recommend you to any world-famous school besides Norton University, any one you choose.”

“Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Berg,” Ying Zijin nodded slightly, “I plan to go to Norton University in the future.”

She said “go,” not “enter.”

Berg didn’t catch the difference in a single word, so anxious he was nearly pulling out his sparse hair: “Then Master Ying, how can you teach me to paint? If I didn’t know that Qinuo Feng had been dead for hundreds of years, I would think you were him.”

That’s why, when he saw the painting online, he immediately dropped all his work and dashed to Hua Country nonstop.

Qinuo Feng had always been his idol, and now, he could add another.

Berg didn’t think that just because Ying Zijin was young and only a high school student, she couldn’t produce such paintings.

Talent!

For painters like them, diligence wasn’t enough, talent was the most important thing.

Isn’t there a saying that genius is ninety-nine percent perspiration plus one percent inspiration, but without that one percent inspiration, the perspiration all goes to waste?

Ying Zijin’s expression paused.

She was not that foolish old man who recited The Bible daily.

“We can discuss this,” Ying Zijin pondered for a moment, “but there really is no need for an apprenticeship ceremony, Mr. Berg. You are already recognized as a top oil painter, that is globally acknowledged.”

She had seen Berg’s paintings on her way down.

Indeed, they had the grace of a young Qinuo Feng.

“Nonsense!” Berg suddenly became furious, “Don’t I know my own capabilities?”

The principal: “…”

He felt faint.

But Berg knew his request for apprenticeship was hopeless, so he put his hands together once more, “Master Ying, would it trouble you to paint a few more for me? I want to take them back to copy.”

“That’s possible.”

Berg was delighted.

“It’ll cost money.”

“I’ll pay!” Berg waved a hand grandly, “One of my paintings has sold for 7 million US dollars. Master Ying, I will offer you twice the price.”

Finally giving him more attention, Ying Zijin said, “I can give you an additional one for free.”

“Great, great, great, Master Ying, you truly are a good person.”