Chapter 437: “She can’t give her daughter more pressure.” (1)

Chapter 437: “She can’t give her daughter more pressure.” (1)

Naturally, Mayor Liu was unable to purchase the paintings that he had wanted.

Even though he talked to Huang Chuan in private again before he took off. Huang Chuan had no other options other than telling him that they were not for sale.

“Please do introduce me to this painter, Old Mr. Huang.”

Mayor Liu was like a completely person compared to the disinterested man just a while ago.

Huang Chuan was upfront with him. “Our members are all amateur hobbyists and are usually busy with other matters in our day to day. It is not always easy to get ahold of a specific individual in a timely fashion. If you really would like to purchase the paintings, I can provide you with her WeChat and you can reach out to her directly.”

WeChat was, of course, the modern-day equivalent of a business card.

Naturally, Mayor Liu accepted that with a smile.

Not only was Mayor Liu not displeased from being turned down by Huang Chuan, he shook hands with him emotionally. “Thank you so much, President Huang. This art exhibition was well put together and it had enriched our citizens. I will reflect that as such to the others. If you have any other activities next year, do let me know. I’ll help you put in your budget requests.”

He meant that everything would be smooth-sailing.

“We must work together in preserving our cultural heritage and continue the wonders of our art form.”

Mayor Liu made it sound very grand.

“Ah, I thank you in advance then, Mayor Liu.”

Huang Chuan was full of smile but he was rattled inside.

He saw clearly how Mayor Liu had changed before and after.

He had gone from high-up officials to very friendly and jumped straight to next year’s budget.

After he had saw Mayor Liu out, Huang Chuan couldn’t help but walked back over to Gu Shishi’s three paintings.

Do artwork of superior artistic concept rattle people more?

Even those who didn’t understand art would be able to sense the artist’s intention.

Huang Chuan pushed his bifocals up. “What a Climb to the Top!”

She was young and sky was the limit.

When the exhibition launched officially, these three paintings would for sure bring about a lot of attention.

Requests to buy them would not cease.

Nevertheless — —

Old Mr. Huang smiled bitterly and thought about the 50-million-yuan donation that he had received. He worried for those who sought after her work.

This Ink Painting Guru would probably become a renowned artist with very limited work out there.

Shaking his head, he continued to appreciate the three paintings with a smile on him.

“You guys go do what you need to get done. Bring the old folks here to me when you see them.”

He waved his disciples off.

A few seconds later, he stopped them again.

“You should come to take a look at these three paintings too when you are done. Anything that you can grasp from these will be very helpful to you.”

His disciples all acknowledged him.

Some of them looked at loss, some seemingly catching something in his words, others were indifferent about it.

Gu Shishi had no idea that her three paintings were so well received by President Huang and the government official.

It had never crossed her mind how much the three paintings created with the system’s assistant could affect others!

She merely painted what was in her mind at the time.

There is always someone better out there. When she stood on the peak and look out there, she felt refreshing.

No matter how long and hard the journey on perfecting her painting skill was, and how tiring her future would be, she would continue to pursue it!

Much like the flying mystical crane. Its manner elegant, it’s pace steady. It was both firm and nonchalant at the same time.

If she could succeed in her pursuit, great. If not, it was meant to be.

Happiness was having put in the hard work and opportunities of opening one’s eyes during the flight.

As for Maitreya, it was a tip from the system to keep an uplifting mood while she was getting ready to become pregnant. Maitreya had come to her as the symbol of one who is always smiling. That was where her inspiration came from.

She also hoped to hang this painting in their house in the future. Perhaps it could cure the boss’s cold face if he looked at it enough.