Almighty painter

Chapter 286 My Cat

When Gu Weijing walked out of the hall.

Gu Tongxiang was still leaning on the car with a rosy face, browsing on his mobile phone.

"I have to go out for a while, and I may come home late tonight."

Gu Weijing informed his grandfather.

"Go and play by yourself. Grandpa has important business to discuss right now and has no time to pay attention to you." Old Man Gu didn't even raise his head.

He was happily clicking on his cell phone and had no time to care about what his grandson was doing when he went out at night.

It seems,
The old man may not have heard clearly what Gu Weijing was saying.

Gu Weijing searched around and easily abducted Awang who was strolling in front of their gallery.

He walked towards the last glimmer of dusk and walked along the embankment of the Yangon River towards the main road.

"Do you love Grandpa Wu?"

When passing by Old Man Wu's toy shop, Gu Weijing scratched the soft flesh on Awang's chin that had been eaten out recently and asked casually.

In the evening breeze, the civet cat immediately gnashed its teeth to express disdain for this old guy who was robbing him of his food.

of course.

A Wang may also simply have an attack of stomatitis that is about to heal, and his gums are itchy.

In any case, this kind of reaction probably has nothing to do with the noble love that Mr. Sloth talks about.

"Well, we are a noble free cat who has not been domesticated."

Gu Weijing nodded, put his palm against Awang's head and pressed it twice.

This is the trick in "Pet Mind Reading".

When petting the cat's head, gently squeeze rather than knead it.

The difference during this period is that kneading will cause the pet to feel pain, while moderate squeezing will evoke the physical touch of the pet's mother's side as a child.

Awang's little fat legs kicked twice comfortably.

The whole cat turned around in Gu Weijing's arms, from lying on Gu Weijing's arms to lying flat in his arms like a ten-pound baby.

Gu Weijing stopped for a moment and stood under the shade of the trees on the river embankment, staring strangely at the cat with trembling whiskers in his arms.

Awang was looking at him lazily, lying on his back very comfortably.

In the movie "Garfield", the protagonist, the exotic bobtail cat, often likes to take a nap while lying on the blanket in this position.

in reality.

Lying on the back of a cat's arms makes the cat feel very insecure because its belly is facing up.

Only extremely close people and extremely docile cats can unlock this cat-holding posture, otherwise the cat will be easily bitten if held in this way.

Who said Awang was a docile cat? The scratches on Gu Tongxiang's face and the 5 shots of rabies vaccine must have different opinions.

And now.

Awang just lay in his arms without any aggression. He opened his mouth, but instead of biting, he stuck out his tongue to lick his palm.

"What is it thinking about?"

Gu Weijing asked himself in his heart.

When cats in nature express kindness, they like to lick smaller cubs and imprint their scent on them.

When faced with a larger owner, it likes to rub its head against it to show submission.

In fact, during this period, Awang often licked Gu Weijing and fed Sakai Shengzi, but he didn't think deeply about it most of the time.

After hearing Mr. Sloth’s insights.

Gu Weijing suddenly had an intuition.

Awang's current behavior of licking himself is neither surrender nor treating himself as a cub, but a very affectionate emotional expression.

Probably Mr. Sloth wasn't wrong.

When the close relationship between humans and pets reaches a certain level, a spiritual link beyond the laws of the jungle will appear.

The reasons for all this may be traced back to his exquisite massage techniques and Miss Sakai's imported cheese cat food that is so delicious that even Old Man Wu is greedy and can't wait to fry it with green peppers and cucumbers.

Such very material and worldly things.

The emotions produced are something transcendent from the primitive biological instincts of animals.

The so-called bud of "love".

Love can turn a diamond into a finger-winding softness, and it can also make a cat lose its feline wildness and become well-behaved and docile.

There is a common sense in the pet world that is both cold and interesting.Most pet cats or dogs kept in apartments will chew their owners' bodies out of hunger after their owners die suddenly.

But there are also examples of people staying by their master's side without eating or drinking for a week.

"Do you like me? Will you be tamed by me?"

Gu Weijing lifted the civet cat in his arms and placed it a few centimeters in front of his eyes.

He stared at Awang's emerald-colored pupils that stretched into circles under the not-so-strong sunset glow, and asked this question that made the passers-by around him sound very nonsensical and nervous.

Meow?
One person and one cat look at each other.

Awang may or may not have understood.

In the end, he just stuck out his pink tongue and licked the tip of Gu Weijing's nose.

"Okay, from now on, you are my cat, and I will get you from Old Man Wu."

Gu Weijing nodded.
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When Gu Weijing went out at night, he was delayed for a while waiting for Dr. Jin to send Tony's information.

When he walked to the street, Uncle Alai's car was already waiting there in advance.

Generally speaking.

When Gu Weijing wanted to use his car, Uncle Alai would park it next to the tea stall on the commercial street at the end of the river embankment.

There are many small tea stalls on the streets of Yangon Scenic Area Commercial Street specifically for drivers and the like to rest.

When the boss or the jade merchant discusses business, their entourage may wait outside for a whole day.

In summer, the highest temperature in Myanmar can reach [-] degrees Celsius, so waiting in the car can be extremely hot.

Of course, the boss would never agree to let drivers waste gas money and turn on the air conditioner, so these small tea stalls under the shade of trees came into being.

It not only sells tea, but also sells fried noodles, Burmese sour noodles and other things.

There were even fashion magazines featuring scantily clad girls to provide relief. The subtle distinction between "fashion" and "porn" does not make much difference in the minds of Yangon's driver circles.

As long as you don't think the sanitary conditions there are questionable, you can spend a whole day for 1000 kyats, which works out to less than 50 cents.

When Mona and Gu Weijing went out to play together, the Bombay servants from their gold shop often stayed in such places.

Miss Sandenou calls it - "Starbucks for people in the third world."

Gu Weijing once persuaded Uncle Alai that there was no need to wait there. Now he had no problem reimbursing his assistant and driver for a cup of coffee.

However, far away from the grievances and resentments of the past, the gatekeeper of the turbulent political struggle has a sense of transcendence and detachment from the world.

He didn't care at all about the external environment.

Compared with petty bourgeoisie coffee shops, I actually enjoy the experience of this kind of market life.

Uncle Alai always stands out in places like this.

Except for his extraordinarily tall stature and the scars on his face, he looked like a tiger sitting in a group of cats.

The heavy and melancholic "The Year of Imagination" by Joan Didion in his hand also stood out among the surrounding magazine covers with big breasts, fat butts, and buttocks and thighs.

Maybe it was because what he saw was so strange, even the seats at the surrounding tea stalls were empty for a large circle of people.

The other customers at the tea stall looked at him as if they were looking at some strange beast in the zoo.

"Let's go to the orphanage." Gu Weijing held up Awang and waved to Uncle Alai.

The janitor stood up, opened the back seat door for him, then walked to the driver's seat and started the car.

Gu Weijing put the cat down on the seat next to him.

Recently, he has taken Awang to the Good Luck Orphanage more often.

Without his instructions, the caretaker very considerately placed a fabric mat in the back to prevent cat hair from falling.

"By the way, Uncle Alai, I can give you a salary increase, one thousand dollars a month."

Gu Weijing fastened his seat belt.

He had previously agreed to give Uncle Alai a "black-hearted" salary of five hundred dollars.

That's because the system's experience point exchange panel is a bottomless gold-swallowing beast, and every dollar has to be broken in half and spent.

Now that "The Little Prince" is selling like hotcakes, and Uncle Alai is so awesome, he should also get a salary increase.

At least I can no longer care about the five hundred dollars.

"understood."

The middle-aged man who was driving did not refuse, and his tone did not sound very happy.

He just responded calmly with his unique deep voice.

"One more thing, I promised to donate [-] US dollars every month to the Jasmine Foundation. There should be a sum of money coming in this month, and the amount is expected to be much more than imagined..."

Gu Weijing said that he asked Schonbrunn Palace Office to help register a foundation.

In actual operation.

Whether it was the renovation of the orphanage, or asking Uncle Alai to exchange the signature fee for the suitcase given by Ma Shi Gallery into the urgently needed daily necessities of the orphanage, it was all done directly for convenience and in his private name.

But donations of hundreds of thousands of dollars should be made more formally.

Don't say anything else,

In fact, it is not as easy as ordinary people think to find a reliable and highly efficient way to spend hundreds of thousands of dollars on charity.

If you want to have a little fun, you can buy clothes and delicious food.

You can't spend hundreds of thousands of dollars buying 100 million loaves of bread to give to an orphanage, right?

What can actually be eaten may not be wasted as much.

This amount of money is a bit too much for the size of Luck Luck Orphanage.

Gu Weijing had planned to find a few more reliable charitable organizations online and donate $[-] to each one.

Whichever foundation has a higher conversion rate, donate all the money to them.

Now that he has established his own foundation, he has to do many things personally.

Brother Dyson from Schönbrunn Palace gave him a big plan that involved contacting community hospitals and providing free medical treatment to more than fifteen local orphanages.

But he needed someone capable of financial oversight and fieldwork.

An assistant who can understand polyphonic and difficult novels is not just for the purpose of opening an Elantra for him.

"...There are a lot of things going on there. I hope the donation can be implemented quickly, so you may need to follow up on some things. I will give you a contact number in a moment."

"I'm not an expert on finances."

You have to do it well. Uncle Alai never undertakes anything beyond his capabilities.

"It's not complicated. It just requires a lot of traveling and a dedicated financial department to audit the accounts. To put it bluntly, you don't need to know how to look at money, you just need to know how to look at people." Gu Weijing explained.

"it is good."

Alai stopped talking and calmly turned on the light and turned onto the city highway.

A few seconds passed.

He suddenly asked: "Mr. Gu, please tell me, it's more than I thought. How much is it?"

"It should be no less than 20 US dollars. There will be more money coming in later, and it should be 50 US dollars by the end of this year. An optimistic estimate...maybe 100 million US dollars."

Gu Weijing estimated a number that surprised even him.

Subconsciously, he knew that "The Little Prince" could bring in a lot of money, but only when he actually revealed this number could he truly feel the impact of this wealth.

Even Uncle Alai, who looked like a cold giant carved from obsidian, couldn't help but shake the hand holding the steering wheel.

He knew that his small employer was not simple.

however……

This is really a bit too simple.

A young person who can donate 100 US dollars a month and a young person who can donate [-] million US dollars a year are completely different concepts.

That is to say, Alai is also a person who has seen big money and big scenes, so he can maintain basic composure.

But his heart still beat wildly a few times.

He couldn't help but look at the boy playing with the cat in the back seat through the rearview mirror with inquiring eyes.

There are very few people that Uncle Alai cannot see through, and this man is one of them.

Men who have served as bodyguards for leaders cannot have unnecessary curiosity.

However, such weird things are really rare in his career.

"You're weird?"

Gu Weijing found Uncle Alai's weird expression, which was a little funny.

He originally thought that only adolescent girls like Kou Kou were Xiaoba Po.

It turns out that even a mature and powerful man like Alai can't help but want to gossip sometimes.

"Yes, Mr. Gu. Curiosity is the most basic desire of human beings and cannot be changed, but I have been professionally trained to control myself. But since your expression seems willing to bring up this topic... I want to know, who is it? Miss Sakai’s money?”

Uncle Alai's tone was very complicated.

He looks at people very professionally.

He had previously speculated that Gu Weijing was the son of a big industrialist whose family was unknown and unrevealed.

Yangon is a place that is half heaven and half hell.

Although Myanmar is extremely poor, it is still possible to find twenty wealthy people in this city, like Brother Hao or collector Boss Chen, who are worth hundreds of millions or even billions of dollars.

During Uncle Alai's most prosperous years, he also saw real big shots at the wine table.

Gu Weijing originally lacked the sense of elegance of being born with a golden key in his mouth, but he had an artist's calmness and calmness.

That's why Uncle Alai was mistaken at first, thinking he was a low-key, top-notch rich second generation.

After contacting him, he realized that this guy was telling the truth. His family really only opened a small gallery.He even saw Gu Weijing's family from a distance, and they were just ordinary people.

Uncle Alai had to put his guess on the girl who was painting in the Lucky Orphanage with Gu Weijing.

With his way of looking at people, Uncle Alai knew from the first moment they met that only a truly wealthy family could raise such a rich lady who was full of elegance in every gesture.

Uncle Alai believed that Miss Sakai could really come up with $100 million.

"I don't mean anything else, this is really awesome, very... awesome, in every sense of the word."

The middle-aged man immediately added in order to prevent his tone from sounding like he was mocking his little boss for being a softie.

joke.

Whether Gu Weijing can enjoy a soft meal of 100 million US dollars, or invest the money in charity.

When you think about it, it's an incredible thing.

(End of this chapter)