Not long after his whirlwind marriage to Madam Hua, Father Xie saw her injure her hand in an accident, leaving her unable to hold a paintbrush ever again.
From then on, the brilliantly talented Madam Hua existed only in "Hua Jian's" memories.
She neither liked paintings nor understood them.
The moment that thought surfaced, Hua Jian froze.
That was "Hua Jian's" consciousness.
In the Xie Family, Madam Hua had always maintained the image of someone above worldly concerns, someone who disdained money.
Coming up with sixty million in cash would be very difficult for Madam Hua.
After a moment's thought, Hua Jian sent the man a word of thanks.
When he returned to the bar, the crowd of customers gathered around it had thinned considerably in his absence.
Hua Jian had been working part-time here for several months. The regulars all knew he never took the bait, no matter how they flirted, so eventually few were willing to play the sucker and buy bottles through him.
Without that commission, Hua Jian actually felt much more at ease.
"Xiao Jian, it's quiet today. Why don't you leave a little early? Didn't you say you had something to do?"
"Well, well, since when did Shen the Bloodsucker become so generous?"
"Hey, you little punk, don't know a favor when you see one?"
After trading a few jokes with Brother Shen, Hua Jian left UP.
It was summer break now, and Hua Jian had plenty of free time. Saying he had something to do had merely been an excuse.
Half an hour later, he arrived at an upscale art gallery in the City Center.
Lately, it had become the hottest check-in spot in the Imperial Capital.
With summer break in full swing and university students having nothing to do, the gallery was packed