Almighty painter

Chapter 174 New Mission

"Feel sorry."

Gu Weijing sighed sympathetically.

"Sorry? Oh, why do you say sorry?" Kou Kou raised her head and asked strangely.

"I thought, stepmother..."

Gu Weijing was stunned.

He was the kind of guy who rarely saw his parents from a young age.

Grandpa cares about him very much. Uncle and aunt treat him very badly, but sometimes, you can clearly feel that the way you treat your biological daughter, cousin Gu Lin, is different from him.

Therefore,
He subconsciously thought that Kou Kou was the same.

A stepmother shouldn't be synonymous with a black-hearted old hag in all cultures of the world, no matter what.

"Hey, classmate Gu, are you just making up the plot of "Snow White" and the like? Don't you see that I'm the kind of doormat who promises to promise me?"

Seeing Gu Weijing's embarrassed face, Kou Kou giggled softly.

"That vixen dares to bully this lady. Although my father is a bit feudal, he still dotes on me very much. He always thinks that the concubine can be changed casually. I am the only one who has a baby girl and a little padded jacket. My stepmother has always been a little afraid of me. , I was worried that I would secretly sue my father and say that she treated me badly."

Kou Kou proudly straightened her slender neck.

"So, my stepmother will hold a grand birthday party for me every year to show outsiders how good she is to me."

"She will also carefully select all kinds of birthday gifts. Lancome cosmetics, Swarovski crystal jewelry..."

Kou Kou moved her fingers, counting the expensive gifts she received at the birthday party.

"I heard that I will buy a Burberry shopping bag for me this year. To avoid suspicion, she dare not use such an expensive luxury item."

"Oh! That sounds quite interesting."

Gu Weijing compared his aunt and thought that there is really nothing to blame for being a stepmother who has done this.

"Perhaps, but the meaning of these is not as precious as this bracelet."

Kou Kou smiled, and breathed lightly at Gu Weijing's wrist. She used the skin on the belly of her finger to gently wipe off the graphite dust that was accidentally rubbed on the bracelet when she was sketching.

"I actually know that as long as I ask, she will ask for it for me, and even ask the contacts of the government's Shwedagon Pagoda Cultural Relics Administration to get me a few strings. But it's boring to ask for such things. gone."

"Only someone who really wants to make you happy will stand in the sweltering heat for weeks just to pray for your safety and success."

Kou Kou wiped the bracelet carefully, then let go of Gu Weijing's sleeve.

"Wear it well, the relatives who gave me bracelets every year are gone, you should cherish it, classmate Gu."

Kou Kou patted Gu Weijing on the shoulder, and stood up amidst the principal's voice announcing his exit.

"Let's go, this boring commendation meeting is finally over. Seeing that the old lady has been dry-mouthed and bothered to enlighten you for a long time, and she also shared with you everything about my childhood. Before going to the improvement class later, please Mr. Gu went to the campus water bar and brought two cups of taro ball milk tea with half sugar, remember to add pearls to the milk tea!"

"It's raining a little?"

Gu Weijing looked out of the auditorium window at the rainy sky.

"So, this is an occasion to show you a manly demeanor. Boys who want to line up to buy milk tea for me can go around the school three times."

Kou Kou stuck out her tongue, showing a narrow expression, like a cunning little fox: "Warrior, seize the opportunity to please girls. I re-made star-shaped biscuits this time, using salt added in a measuring cup, But it's still a little salty, so it's just right to eat with sweet milk tea."

"Pearl, Pearl, don't forget!"

She waved her hand, the long hair on the back of her head fell, and she disappeared into the crowd at the end of the auditorium.

……

Right now,

Xihe Hall.

Among the students who did not come to school today, besides Katsuko Sakai, there was also Miao Angwen.

He was being led by a blond-haired, blue-eyed waiter in the clubhouse's long hallway.

Miao Angwen's eyes swept over the tall waist and hips of the caucasian woman, and after a moment of greedy lingering, admiration for Brother Hao arose in his heart.

In Yangon, foreigners have always been superior to others, it was true 200 years ago, and it will be true 200 years later.

Even a travelogue on Google wrote that this Southeast Asian city seemed to be built on "emeralds, pagodas, and cheap servants."

Only a mafia giant like Brother Hao can make those canary-like foreigners serve you respectfully in turn.

"Brother Hao wants to see me."

Miao Angwen clenched his fist quietly.

He had a conflict with Gu Weijing that day.This afternoon, he was suddenly taken to the Xihe Guild Hall by his bald head, saying that Brother Hao wanted to see him.

Miao Angwen was very excited.

A godfather-level black boss like Brother Hao has many subordinates, like an urban legend.

He joined Brother Hao's counterfeiting group for more than a month, and he only had the chance to see Brother Hao's back once.

At that time, Miao Angwen saw Brother Hao from a distance, surrounded by four or five bodyguards in black, boarding a bulletproof extended dark Mercedes.

Nowadays,

It was the first time that Miao Angwen had the opportunity to get close to the master of the city's shadow society.

While he was apprehensive, he was unavoidably ambitious.

"Sir, the guests are here."

The waitress rang the doorbell in front of the door of the box, pushed open the palm-colored wooden door, bowed slightly to Miao Angwen respectfully, and left quietly.

"Miao Angwen, right? Come in."

The design of each box in Xihe Clubhouse is different.

Sometimes, guests just walk out of the antique oriental abode decorated with mahogany and red sandalwood, push open the door of the room next door, but are overwhelmed by the flashy French palace of Louis XIV.

And in front of you is a Japanese-style tea house from the Edo period.

A set of small stoves was placed in front of the elegant middle-aged man, and the smoke escaped from the purple clay pot, filling the room with a layer of water vapor and dampness.

The bald head stood beside the middle-aged man without saying a word, wearing sunglasses, his muscles bulging under the black suit jacket, like a static sculpture or a Dharma protector.

"Hi Brother Hao."

Miao Angwen stepped into the door of the box cautiously, and looked at this middle-aged man, one of the richest and most powerful group in Yangon City, with awe.

During the Prohibition era, Al Capone was known as the underground emperor of Los Angeles, and he was nothing more than Brother Hao.

"Don't be so stiff, sit down."

Brother Hao smiled and motioned for Miao Angwen to sit beside him.

"Drink tea? Japanese-style clear tea may taste a little bit bitter."

"No, no need."

Miao Angwen let himself smile as cutely as possible.

"Okay, I'll ask you something, and you have to answer it properly. I heard that you and Gu Weijing had a little unpleasantness at school."

Brother Hao seemed to be just chatting and asked casually.

"Oh, yes, Brother Hao, there is such a thing."

Miao Angwen was taken aback for a moment.

Before he opened the door and came in, he had thought a lot about what kind of conversation Brother Hao would have with him.

No matter what it is, it must be a very serious and important thing, and it belongs to the "great cause of a man".

Gu Weijing?
Miao Angwen never thought that Brother Hao would mention this classmate's name.

The bald head did convey that Brother Hao seemed to hope that Gu Weijing could be invited to his party.However, this matter is actually worthy of Brother Hao's personal involvement?
"Yes, but he puts on airs and doesn't want to come, so we have a little conflict." Miao Angwen curled his lips jealously.

"Is that all, you just invited him to your party?"

Brother Hao said expressionlessly.

Miao Angwen's heart tightened for no reason.

He tilted his head like a nervous quail, glanced at the bald eyes on one side, hoping to get some guidance, but he only saw a pair of cold sunglasses.

"Yes, that's it."

Miao Angwen hesitated for a moment, considering his tone.

He felt that nothing major happened in the end anyway, so he didn't need to tell everything.

Snapped!
A white porcelain teacup was smashed hard on Miao Angwen's face.

The scalding tea was like flowing coals, instantly burning the skin on his left face red and swollen.

Brother Hao looks like a gentle middle-aged man, but the strength in his hand is not comparable to the slap of a little girl like Kou Kou.

The white porcelain teacup with walls as thin as a sheet of paper shattered, piercing the corner of Miao Angwen's mouth.

Miao Angwen was thrown into a dizzy twirl, he spun around twice, and then fell headfirst on the floor of the tea room.

"Two things, the first thing, you can't make up your own mind to destroy people. The second thing, you can't try to fool me. The second thing is more unbearable than the first thing."

Brother Hao didn't lose his temper.

The middle-aged man still looked like he was just understating it, but his tone was as cold as ice.

"Brother Hao, I... I'm sorry..."

Miao Angwen stroked his cheek, but before he could feel the pain, his whole body was overwhelmed by the cold feeling.

Brother Hao knows everything.

He thought that his secret entrustment to the bad leader reached Brother Hao in minutes.

In the city of Yangon, Brother Hao is like an omniscient devil, watching you from the abyss all the time.

"What's the use of apologizing? If you make a mistake, you must be punished. Otherwise, how can people grow up?"

Brother Hao still said softly without raising his head.

He clapped his hands.

The bald man beside him took out a pistol from a safe placed on the coffee table in the box.

Miao Angwen didn't even have time to scream.

The bald head opened the hammer, took half a step forward, and pressed the trigger against Miao Angwen's head without saying a word.

No matter how beautified,

The underworld will always be a gang that controls people with violence and fear. There are no judges, no defense lawyers, and no prisons.

This may indeed make you a windfall, but the price is that if you make a mistake, you can only die.

God is sorry to see, Miao Angwen is just full, he imagined that the underworld will always be the side that earns a lot of money and sleeps with the most seductive women.

Where have I seen this.

The substantive fear of death overwhelmed him immediately, and Miao Angwen lost control of himself.

There was a "hiccup" in his throat, and he was limp on the ground as if his bones had been pulled out.

The pistol made a crisp sound, but no real bullets were fired.

"No promise."

With his bald head pouted, he swung the revolver to the side and threw the magazine into the arms of Miao Angwen, who was lying on the ground.

Miao Angwen's whole body was soaked in sweat or urine, panting heavily like a fish just out of the water.

His eyes were fixed on the magazine in his arms - the magazine of the revolver was empty and there was no bullet.

"Who doesn't make mistakes among young people? I have always been willing to give young people a chance, so I forgive you the first time I made a mistake and took out the bullet in the magazine. I hope you will remember this lesson."

The middle-aged man turned his head to look at Miao Angwen.

Japanese-style yakuza gangs like to have their errant subordinates cut off their fingers.

Burma is much rougher and more vicious.

The counterfeit painters under Brother Hao have to use paintbrushes, and cutting off their fingers will affect their work, so they use roulette.

Middle-aged people believe in Buddhism.

If you survive, the Bodhisattva will spare your life, and if the gun goes off, don't blame others.

"I didn't make it clear about Gu Weijing this time."

Brother Hao looked at the broken teacup on the ground, smiled, and threw a small dark box at hand to Miao Angwen: "So a cup of hot tea, small punishment and big punishment. The things in the small box will shock you. But you know Well, the next time you are stupid, if you don’t forgive me, you will have to see the Bodhisattva.”

"Go and apologize to our little Mr. Gu. Don't startle my koi fish and affect his creative state. I recently learned that he is going to participate in an art exhibition. He is really an ambitious kid. Gu Weijing's hands are comparable to yours. Your life is worth more."

Brother Hao turned around and left after speaking, and the bald head followed.

Miao Angwen sat on the wet ground for 5 minutes before opening and picking up the small box with trembling hands, and then he froze again.

The golden light is dazzling.

Brother Hao may really be a devil, but he is also quite a generous devil,

In the box was a Rolex Daytona 18K gold watch with a market price of at least 20000 US dollars.

He didn't know whether he should be terrified now or in ecstasy.

Miao Angwen lay on the ground, holding an empty magazine and a gold Rolex watch, his shoulders twitched.

Like crying and laughing.

……

"Mr. Gu, let's go."

At the intersection next to Dulwich College, Uncle Alai took the schoolbag from Gu Weijing and opened the back door of an old-fashioned Hyundai Elantra.

"You don't need to call me Mr. Gu, just call me Xiao Gu like before."

Gu Weijing sat in the back seat of Elantra.

It is said that Uncle Alai got this car from somewhere, and he is not a few years younger than Gu Weijing, so it cost less than a thousand dollars in total.

The car is an old car,

But the engine works, the headlights work, and the air conditioner works well. This is considered a good car in a place like Myanmar.

"Understood, sir...Little Mr. Gu." Uncle Alai glanced at the rearview mirror and started the car.

Gu Weijing smiled helplessly.

Ever since Uncle Alai agreed to be his assistant, when the silent janitor went to work, it was like a completely different person.

He is very rigorous and serious in doing things, and even the address is always honored.

This is the characteristic left by the military background.

The VIP protection team has different requirements from bodyguards. Bodyguards can get along well with employers if they are familiar with each other, but the army is a strictly hierarchical place.

VIP is VIP,

Just because you always drive for the leader, it doesn't matter whether you are big or small.

Uncle Alai still carries the old style. Even though his monthly salary is only five hundred dollars, he still carries the imprint left by his habits when he does things.

Gu Weijing lay comfortably on the seat, ready to rest for a while.

Uncle Alai is a little lame, which doesn't affect his driving.

He didn't drive fast, but he was extremely stable, accelerating and decelerating comfortably.

Gu Weijing heard that some old drivers can let the boss write in the back row while driving without affecting his work.

He didn't know if the statement was true or not.

But when Uncle Alai is driving, it may be a bit difficult to draw, but it is really the feeling of not getting motion sickness when reading books and newspapers, and there is no problem with sleeping.

Gu Weijing closed his eyes, opened the virtual panel of the system, and noticed the new task of the system.

[Serial Mission: Fusion Painting - Inclusive of All Rivers ([-]/[-])]

[Current task: Complete a painting that includes Chinese painting techniques, sketching techniques, watercolor techniques, oil painting techniques, printmaking techniques, any three of the five techniques, the size is required to be 10 inches by 10 inches or more, and the emotion must be at least as high as the feeling rating . 】

[Current Mission Reward: Watercolor Basic Painting Skills]

(End of this chapter)