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Chapter 111 How Much Money Are You Willing To Quit?

Chapter 111 How Much Money Are You Willing To Quit?
The road back was still heavily congested, but Gu Beizhi's driving skills were good, even in the snail-like traffic, he was able to shuttle freely.

The car soon stopped at the gate of the college.

After Xia Qianqi and Qin Yebai made an appointment to see Eleven, they hurriedly dragged Gu Nansheng towards the dormitory.

From the beginning to the end, he never said a word to Chi Qianchen.

Back in the dormitory, as soon as he entered the door, he saw that the three of Han Xia had already returned.

Han Xia sat on the seat and winked at the other two, who immediately ran to the door and closed it.

One left and one right guard the dormitory door.

Xia Qianqi raised her head and looked suspiciously at Han Xia who was sitting there, not understanding what she was going to do.

Han Xia looked at Xia Qianqi at the door, forbearance and hostility flashed across his face, and after a while he asked, "How much do you want?"

"I don't understand what you mean." Xia Qianqi frowned.

"Stop pretending, I know you can understand me." Han Xia stared at her and said, "I want to worship Mr. Zhang as my teacher. How much do you want to withdraw from this competition?"

"I think you made a mistake. Mr. Zhang just said that he would choose a suitable person from among us to be his apprentice. He didn't say that if I give up, he will definitely choose you." Xia Qianqi said lightly.

Unexpectedly, the opponent actually wanted to use money to buy himself out of this competition.

It seemed that Han Xia really liked this opportunity.

But, yes, that person is Mr. Zhang.Many people should want to become each other's apprentices.

Even she herself is no exception.

However, because she knows the identity of Mr. Zhang, Xia Qianqi is not so concerned about gains and losses.

After all, not everyone is qualified to be the other party's apprentice.Even if Mr. Zhang looks down on her, it's normal.

Han Xia glanced at her and continued: "So I want you to draw a painting for me and give it to Mr. Zhang. Don't worry, I won't treat you badly. You can set the price whatever you want. How about 100 million? I heard that you have been If you have a part-time job outside, with this money, it will be enough for all your future expenses in Imperial College!"

When Xia Qianqi heard the words, a little surprise flashed in her heart. She never thought that Han Xia would be so courageous that she wanted to write for herself. Isn't she afraid of being discovered by Mr. Zhang?
Although he was surprised in his heart, his face remained the same, he only said: "Do you think the identity of old apprentice Zhang is worth 100 million?"

"Of course not!" Han Xia said, "Becoming Mr. Zhang's apprentice is the dream of all those who study painting. But, are you sure you are qualified to be Mr. Zhang's apprentice?" As he spoke, he looked Han Xia up and down, The face is actually disdainful.

Xia Qianqi was not irritated by the other party's words, but just glanced at the other party calmly and said, "Aren't you the clearest about whether I am qualified?"

If she is not qualified, then what is she afraid of?What's more, she didn't hesitate to pay 100 million yuan to let herself be a ghostwriter, isn't it because she knows that she is more likely to be favored by Zhang Lao than her?

"You..." A trace of embarrassment flashed across Han Xia's face, but she soon endured it again, took a deep breath and said, "I'm not here to play tricks on you. You should know, what I'm talking about is Status. Becoming Zhang Lao's apprentice is the icing on the cake for me, but for you...do you think you are qualified to be Zhang Lao's apprentice with your status?"

After a pause, he said again: "Let's do this! If you feel that 100 million is too little, you can say another number. I said it, and you can set the price as you like."

(End of this chapter)

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