True Daughter, She is the Almighty Boss

  Chapter 99 Look down on the big winner, and regret it [2 more]

  Berg waited for this moment before he came from O State.

  For this, he also went to a Huaguo teacher from the Royal Academy of Arts in O Zhou to learn about the Chinese teacher's etiquette.

  I heard that the present ceremony of apprenticeship in China is not as grand as it was in ancient times, but Berg still decided to observe the most rigorous three prostrations and nine prayers.

  It's just that his Chinese is not very good, so he can only speak English.

  I don’t know if the master Ying understands, Berg is very nervous.

  The principal following: "......???"

  Is he deaf, or is he blind?

  It must be the wrong way he followed.

  Ying Luwei, who had completely witnessed this scene, smiled directly stiff.

   is too far away, she didn't hear what Berg said.

  But it’s certain that Berg didn’t come to trouble Yingzijin, but instead wanted Yingzijin.

  But how is this possible?

  Who is Berg?

  The pinnacle in the field of oil painting, looking at the world, he is even more famous than Sheng Qingtang.

   Ying Luwei was instantly upset and panicked even more.

  She doesn’t learn painting, but piano.

  Under her deliberately creating momentum, her popularity in China is not low.

  But this is the case, she is not qualified to contact the top pianists in the world.

  This is not something wealthy can do with money.

   "It's nothing." Ying Luwei hurriedly retracted her gaze, her feet accelerated, "Sister-in-law, let's go to the infirmary first."

  Zhong Manhua was in a terrible pain, so he didn't ask much.

  Because I had anticipated the possible consequences of cheating in my heart, in order to prevent her from myocardial infarction, I didn't look back.

  **

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

  Fortunately, the class bell has rang, and even if the students are curious, they must go back to the classroom.

  嬴子衿 took a step back a bit later, his expression was not turbulent: "Mr. Berg, please get up first."

   "You can't get up, you can't get up." Berg didn't move, and repeated, "Master Ying, I saw the "Guest in the Church" you painted, please accept me as a disciple."

  The principal who broke into pieces but had to believe: "..."

  This master of O State oil painting is not here to recruit Ying students to the O State Royal Academy of Art, but to apprentice? !

   "Mr. Berg, I will not accept disciples." Ying Zijin pressed her head, very politely, "I still have to study."

  Secretly followed the little brother who watched the excitement: "..."

  Yao's longevity, their father lied to fools again.

  "No, no, Master Ying, you don't need to study." Berg was anxious again, "But if you really want to study, I directly recommend you to any of the world's prestigious universities other than Norton University."

   "Thanks to Mr. Sheberger's kindness." Ying Ziyan nodded slightly, "I am going to Norton University in the future."

  She said to go, not to enter.

Berg didn’t pay attention to the word difference, and he was so sad that he pulled his few hairs: “Then Master Ying, how can you teach me to paint? If I hadn’t known that Chino Feng had passed away for hundreds of years, I would have Think you are him."

  So, when he saw the painting on the Internet, he immediately put down all his work and ran to China non-stop.

  Kino Feng has always been his idol, now he can add one.

  Borg also didn't think that Ying Zijin was young, just a high school student, and he couldn't draw this kind of painting.

   Talent!

  For their kind of painting, hard work is not enough, talent is the most important thing.

  There is not a saying that genius is ninety-nine percent of sweat plus one percent of inspiration, but without that one percent of inspiration, all sweat is finished.

  嬴子衿 gave an expression.

  She is not that stupid old man who reads the Bible every day.

  "We can discuss it." Ying Zijin groaned for a moment, "but it is not necessary to go to the teacher committee. Mr. Berg, you are already a top oil painting master. This is recognized by the world."

  She was on the way down and saw Berg’s paintings.

   does have the style of Chino Feng when he was young.

   "Fart their fart!" Berg suddenly furious, "I don't know how many kilograms I am?"

  Principal: "..."

  No more, he is going to faint.

  But Berg also knew that he had no hope of apprenticeship, and he folded his hands together again: "Master Ying, can I trouble you to draw a few more pictures, I want to bring them back and copy them."

   "Yes."

  Berg was delighted.

   "Ask for money."

  "Here!" Berg waved a big hand, "I have sold a painting for seven million dollars, Master Ying, I will give you double the price."

  Ling Zijin finally took another look at him: "I can give you another pair for free."

  "Well, master Ying, you are such a good person."

  After getting the promise with joy, Berg is going to eat Hua Guo’s ice cream.

Before he left, he remembered something: "Master Ying, your English is really good, and your pronunciation is better than mine. I thought you were an aboriginal from O State."

   Ying Ziying was silent for a moment.

  She read the encyclopedia, and the information showed that Berg was born in a painting family.

  That is possible, she might have met Berg’s ancestors before.

  **

  Five thirty.

  Fu Yunshen stood by the car door, waiting for Ying Zijin to leave school.

  His appearance is too outstanding, his body is tall and straight, his waist and abdomen are perfectly lined, and his legs are slender and powerful.

  Especially those naturally smiling peachy eyes. They clearly didn't do anything deliberately, but they couldn't make people attractive.

  People who come and go can't help but look back. There are men and women, and there are many men.

  It was under so many eyes that Ying Ziying opened the door of the car and sat in the position of the co-pilot.

  Fu Yunshen started the car and took her to Shaoren Hospital.

  Ying Zijian put his hand on his chin and twisted his eyebrows.

  "Aren't you sleepy today?" Fu Yunshen handed over a pack of Daily Nuts, "What do you think so seriously?"

   "I watched a play a month ago, and I haven't finished it yet." Ying Ziying tore open the bag, "but I forgot what the title of the play is, and I will look it up again."

  It was the first day she came back to the earth. She was still at Ying's house and was watching it on that old computer.

   Fu Yun has a deep and casual expression: "Remember so clearly, what is the plot?"

Ying Zijin thought for a while, and briefly recounted: "It is about a high school student who used a mirror to travel to ancient times, met a prince, and wore a mirror the next day. He found that he had arrived ten years later. Travel back and forth."

  Fu Yunshen: "……"

  It's a very terrible drama.

  "Well, wait a minute, brother will help you ask." Fu Yunshen took out his cell phone, dialed a number, and after the connection, he lazily said, "Hey."

  Since he got out of the bar, Nie Chao has been squatting at home. He is playing games: "Seventh, what are you looking for brother?"

  "Help me check a TV series, the plot is..." Fu Yunshen glanced at the girl, and repeated her previous words without pause, "This TV series."

  Nie Chao was shocked: "Qi Shao, have you been worn?"

  No, this kind of dog-blood TV series, is anyone else watching?

   "Let’s stop talking nonsense." Fu Yun raised his eyes and said, "Hurry up."

   "Oh oh oh." Nie Chao kept looking for it.

  He opened a small entertainment company by himself and it was easy to find.

  In less than twenty seconds, Nie Chao replied: "Fuck, Qi Shao, I vomited. Such a **** drama is actually produced by our company. Wait, I will scold them right away."

   "I don't know what I shot for the time being, just for this plot, I blasted that group of writers' heads every minute, and I didn't know what was pretending to be."

   "Then what, Qi Shao, I will tell you the title of the play. It's a bit long and shameful. I'm embarrassed to say it."

  Five seconds later, Fu Yunshen hung up the phone, his expression became rare and complicated: "Yaoyao, the show you are watching is called—"

   After a while, he said the rest of the story.

  The tone is smooth.

   "The overbearing president and Bingshan lord are jealous for me every day."

  "……"

  **

   Shaoren Hospital.

  Ling Zijin went to the Human Resources Department.

  Before she took over this hospital, many Chinese medicine practitioners had changed jobs, and the manpower was relatively scarce.

  But the news that Shengqingtang was successfully treated has spread to all hospitals in Shanghai, and many doctors have applied again.

  Ying Zijin did not force Shaoren Hospital to develop in the direction of pure Chinese medicine, so she recruited Western medicine and Chinese medicine.

  As long as you can make money.

"Miss Ying, this is the list of applicants." The director of the human resources department handed out a folder. "Today there are 150 applicants. We have interviewed 120 and there are 30 others. "

  嬴子衿 did not pick up, she nodded: "I see, it's hard work."

  The owner of the human resources department was a little flattered: "Miss Ying, you are polite. Without you, the hospital would never be today."

  This is not exaggerated.

  He originally wanted to leave, but fortunately he stayed.

   "The interview will start at seven." Ying Zijin glanced at the time, "I have a meal, and I will come over later."

  "Okay." The owner of the human resources department sent her out, "Ms. Ying can come as an interviewer. It's best."

  Up to now, no one at Shaoren Hospital would doubt Ying Zijin’s medical skills.

  Ling Zijin closed the office door and went downstairs.

  The remaining 30 interviewees have already arrived, and they are all waiting in the waiting area.

  Lu Zhi waited anxiously, looking around aimlessly.

  Until I saw the girl.

  Lu Zhi was taken aback first: "Why are you here?"

  She seemed to think of something funny, and chuckled: "You don't think you can come here as a nurse if you recognize a few Chinese medicines?"

  　 Fu Yunshen: Help our kid who loves to watch dog blood dramas ask for monthly tickets~

  　　 There is no such play, I made 2333

  　　 The third shift is still five o’clock, so I won’t talk about it later~

  (End of this chapter)