I was a god in the 18th century

Chapter 420 Fairy Painting

To Xia Qingdai's surprise, public opinion online was leaning towards hoping that Lin Haoming would be generous enough to waive the compensation, such as "Luxury cars on the road are an exploitation of ordinary people's right to the road. If they are hit casually, the compensation will bankrupt the family."

"Wait for a follow-up. Did this man buy enough third-party insurance? The headlights of the Bugatti are all flattened. He needs to replace the parts directly, right?"

"Lin Haoming has so much money, he should be exempted from compensation."

"That's right, just let his own insurance company take care of the risk. Why make things difficult for ordinary people?"

Such biased remarks made Xia Qingdai extremely angry.

Why should he be exempted from the deductible? He should bear the consequences for driving so recklessly.

He failed to show off and got struck by lightning. He deserved it.

Xia Qingdai didn't even bother to go into the castle. She put down her phone and angrily said to her brother, "Brother, there must be a dashcam in your car, right? Quickly export the video from this afternoon and post it online."

"What's wrong? Why do you say this suddenly? It's all in the past, why make a fuss about it?" Xia Shanglu, who was busy typing, didn't have the time to deal with these things.

Rather than wasting time on rubbish, he might as well write a few more words and earn a few more cents in royalties. The pleasure of beating a drowning dog is not as good as the pleasure of being a criminal detective and getting first-class merit as easy as picking sesame seeds.

Although he doesn't earn as much as his sister, he can't just give up and stop working hard. People still have to have dreams, what if they come true? The top authors on Qidian make millions of dollars, and they edit animations and movies, gaining both fame and fortune.

He also has to take this as his goal and keep improving.

"Oh, brother, you don't know that the Bugatti car accident has become a hot topic. That arrogant Toyota man was crying and acting in front of the Golden Eye camera!" Xia Qingdai said angrily, "We must not let him succeed. People like him should be taught a lesson."

"So what if he's just putting on an act? Can he turn a disaster into a blessing and gain traffic by doing live streaming?" Xia Shanglu said casually.

Xia Qingdai was stunned, and immediately slammed the table: "Oh, brother, you know what, maybe this is really possible! Then I can't let him be so proud! He hit Lin Haoming's car, maybe he will really waive some compensation for him because of the netizens' pleas!"

After saying that, she immediately stood up, walked to her brother's side, and tried to find his car keys.

"What? What? Stop it."

"Hey, brother, give me the key." Xia Qingdai did it as she thought, "If you don't want to copy it, I'll copy it."

"Okay, okay, okay. Here, the car keys are for you. You can do whatever you want." Xia Shanglu took out the car keys from the drawer of the desk, threw them into Xia Qingdai's hands, and left her there.

Xia Qingdai did as she said. She immediately went to the car to copy the driving video of tonight, added some funny music to it, registered a small account on Weibo, and posted the video there.

On the Chinese Internet, the traffic of the playboy Lin Haoming is higher than that of ordinary stars, and he can often easily become a hot topic.

Xia Qingdai posted a message under this hot topic and used a little bit of Spring and Autumn style writing, which immediately made her Weibo post the forefront of the topic.

The self-media that reacted quickly, seeing the surveillance video from this angle, immediately forwarded it without hesitation to gain traffic. One person spread it to ten people, ten to a hundred, and soon there was another hot search for "retribution in this life".

The netizens who had just sympathized with the man who crashed a luxury car and said he couldn't afford to pay the compensation suddenly changed their tune and started insulting the Toyota man.

His arrogant and domineering appearance, the way he cut in line casually and yet still cursed at the car in the video, made people immediately put themselves in the victim's perspective and cursed at the Toyota man. After finishing this matter, Xia Qingdai finally calmed down after looking at the comments that had been corrected online.

"Good is rewarded with good, evil is punished with evil, this is the truth of heaven and earth." Xia Qingdai admired the comment for a while. Thinking that things could not be reversed, she returned to her room to clean up and prepare to return to the castle.

It was almost ten o'clock in the evening, which was not too early, but Xia Qingdai was not sleepy at all. She was excitedly thinking about copying Leonardo da Vinci's human muscle drawings in the attic studio of the castle.

At this time, the upper class in the castle are getting up one after another.

Xia Qingdai opened the door and ran into Mary who was cleaning the living room. She smiled brightly at her panicked expression: "Mary, good morning."

"Good morning, Countess." Mary quickly lifted her skirt and knelt to salute.

"Oh, you are just too nervous. Relax, and do the work slowly. There is no rush." ​​Xia Qingdai waved happily at Ma Li, lifted her skirt and went up to the attic.

After Mary watched Xia Qingdai leave, she let out a sigh of relief and continued her unfinished cleaning work.

In fact, she usually got up earlier, trying not to let her master see her working when she got up. But she felt a little unwell last night, and she couldn't sleep well. She was so groggy that she didn't even hear the wake-up bell in the servants' area in the morning, and she overslept, which caused her to work a little late.

Xia Qingdai certainly didn't care about these things. In her opinion, it was normal for a maid to work slowly during the day and it was not necessary for her to work at dawn.

But Mary was a girl who knew her limits, especially since she had vaguely guessed Xia Qingdai's identity as the "true god", and she did not dare to relax in her work of serving her.

Xia Qingdai went up to the attic studio in a happy mood, and as soon as she entered, she found the blond boy standing in front of the painting.

The winter morning sun shone in from the glass window on the roof of the attic, giving the blond boy a golden edge, as beautiful as an oil painting. It instantly touched the heart of Xia Qingdai, a fan of her mother.

She roared in her heart, wow, her little man is really handsome!

If Owen could follow her to modern times, he could probably just put up a sign and stand at the park entrance to charge for taking photos, and there would definitely be a lot of people who would pay.

"Good morning, my goddess." Owen bowed slightly to her.

"How long have you been up here? Are you also copying Leonardo da Vinci's manuscripts?"

"No, I'm here to put the finishing touches on your portrait."

"Ah, you also drew me? When did that happen?" Xia Qingdai was very surprised.

It is really touching that Irving, who holds a public office but never does nothing, can still find time to paint his own portrait.

"What kind of portrait is it? Let me see." Xia Qingdai walked forward and stopped in front of Owen's painting.

This is an oil painting, which shows a girl in ancient costume with fluttering sleeves. It is exactly the outfit Xia Qingdai wore when she was a volunteer. Owen has seen it on her mobile phone.

The faces of the characters in the painting are actually a little hazy, not realistic. Because of this, it has a fairy-like feeling that you can't look directly at.