"Shameless."


    The members of the Seven-Colored Painting Club''s faces slightly changed upon hearing Liu Baoliang''s words.


    Liu Baoliang was also a minor celebrity and master of ink painting within the Skillful Hands Painting Club.


    Since Qin Hao had never painted even one painting, they thought Qin Hao must be a novice.


    If competing against Liu Baoliang, there was a 99.9% chance of losing.


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    "Why aren''t you coming out? No worries, we can switch people too, giving you a chance." Liu Baoliang looked at Qin Hao and sneered lightly.


    Qin Hao stepped forward. "I''ll compete with you, but don''t regret it later."


    Liu Baoliang scoffed. "I think it''ll be you who regrets it. "


    This time, it was their turn to draw lots. Liu Baoliang casually drew one—it was to paint a flower within a thirty-minute time limit.


    Liu Baoliang''s mouth curled up when he saw it; he was quite skilled at painting flowers.


    Qin Hao thought for a moment and then started painting with his brush.


    The people from Ruobing''s side couldn''t bear to watch, thinking they were surely going to lose this time.@@@@


    They never expected Xu Siyao and Qin Hao to arrive at such a crucial time.


    Fifteen minutes later.


    Qin Hao put down his brush. "I''ve finished."


    The bystanders were taken aback, and Liu Baoliang didn''t expect him to finish so quickly. He turned his head to look and then was stunned.


    He gaped, disbelievingly staring at the painting Qin Hao had done, not even noticing the ink dripping onto the rice paper.


    "Baoliang."


    Wang Baishi of the Skillful Hands Painting Club saw Liu Baoliang standing there, dumbfounded, and frowned slightly.


    Liu Baoliang came to his senses, but upon seeing the inkwork on the paper, he no longer had the mood to continue painting.


    "I concede."


    "What?"


    Both parties could hardly believe it. Concede? Wasn''t he just full of bluster a moment ago? Why concede now?


    The four judges approached to take a look, and when they saw Qin Hao''s work, they quickly gathered around.


    "It''s beautiful, truly a master''s brushwork; this is definitely master-level skill."


    The four judges were astonished, carefully admiring the painting Qin Hao had made.


    Qin Hao had painted several mountain peaks surrounded by mist, with a plum tree standing resiliently on top, strong as iron and defiant against the frost.


    Ruobing replied coldly, "No."


    The judges looked somewhat embarrassed and also disappointed, missing such a painting was a great pity.


    Knowing Ruobing''s personality and background, they dared not offend her and did not ask further, leaving reluctantly.


    When everyone had left, only the members of the Seven-Colored Painting Club remained in the society room. They admired the painting for a while before going about their own business.


    Ruobing had been looking at Qin Hao''s painting all along, not just the painting, but also the line of text on it.


    Perfectly natural, vigorous and powerful, impressive in spirit; just this calligraphy alone set it apart, establishing its unique style.


    Xu Siyao asked puzzledly, "Ruobing, why do you keep staring at it? Is it that beautiful?"


    Ruobing said, "Si Yao, you don''t understand paintings, so you can''t see it. Is Qin Hao the one you introduced?"


    Xu Siyao laughed, "Ruobing, you must have heard his name, Qin Hao, the national unified exam''s top scorer."


    Ruobing was somewhat surprised, "He is that Qin Hao?"


    When the unified exam results were announced, many people indeed heard Qin Hao''s name.


    But as time passed, many had long forgotten him.


    After all, he was not frequently featured in the news or newspapers.


    Even today''s popular celebrities, if they don''t appear in the public eye for a long time, will gradually be forgotten.


    Xu Siyao said, "Yeah, Ruobing, he''s also an entrepreneur, he started his own company."


    ...


    After leaving the society office building, Qin Hao returned to his dormitory.


    In the dorm, Zhao De, Chen Ping, and Fatty were all there, with Fatty still managing his guild.


    Seeing him return, Fatty spoke up, "Second brother is back. There''s something I want to discuss with you."


    "What is it?"


    Fatty said, "The guild now has more and more broadcasters, and I can''t manage them all by myself.


    I plan to rent a smaller place to use as an office and hire a few more people to help run it."


    Qin Hao asked curiously, "Hmm, just decide it by yourself; do you have enough money?"


    Fatty replied, "Enough, second brother."


    Qin Hao nodded, and went back to his computer to log into the Jiangshan Roasted Duck''s office and financial systems to check the company''s revenue for the month.


    Today was October 21st; Jiangshan Roasted Duck''s revenue had already reached over thirty million, with profits around ten million.


    With stores numbering fifty-three, it was quite fearsome.


    He thought to himself: Time to launch a new product, Delicious Duck Neck, Wu Roasted Duck, all just trifles!


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