Chapter 1583: Chapter 1419: You Can’t Afford the Price (Please Subscribe!)_3"""

    Bi Bingzhang praised repeatedly.

    Not wanting to expose Tang Qing

    Yunhai quickly changed the subject: "Elder Bi, let’s have some food first. Just some simple home-cooked dishes, hope you won’t mind."

    "No problem, I actually like home-cooked food."

    After sitting on an airplane all morning, Bi Bingzhang was indeed a bit hungry.

    During the meal.

    Bi Bingzhang kept probing, but Yunhai deflected every question without giving a direct answer.

    "Sorry, Elder Bi, I’m just learning someone else’s technique. That person prefers to stay low-key. All of his paintings are only given to friends, not sold."

    "Not sold? A higher price isn’t an issue."

    Bi Bingzhang considered himself to have some financial backing.

    Upon hearing this.

    Yunhai wore a wry smile.

    Money?

    This person is so rich that all they have left is money. Do you think they care about your money? Even if you dropped a million RMB on the ground, they probably wouldn’t bother bending down to pick it up. Yunhai could only say, "This isn’t about money; he doesn’t need money."

    "Doesn’t need money?"

    Bi Bingzhang furrowed his brow.

    "Mm." Yunhai nodded vigorously.

    His belongings.

    You couldn’t afford them.

    "Then how about this painting of yours—300,000," Bi Bingzhang suggested, eyeing the painting on the wall.

    Yunhai shook his head. "Sorry."

    "500,000."

    "It’s not about money. I like it too. Besides, I don’t dare to sell his paintings," Yunhai said firmly, shaking his head. Forget 500,000, even 5 million wouldn’t make him sell Tang Qing’s paintings.

    Otherwise.

    He would lose face when seeking mentorship in the future.

    This relationship.

    He didn’t want to lose it.

    Huaxia’s wealthiest man, Trillionaire Tang—was he someone ordinary people could hope to know?

    "..."

    Bi Bingzhang was speechless.

    A living painter, with single paintings priced at tens of thousands—that’s already exceptionally high. Everyone knows that paintings only soar in value posthumously because they’re easier to hype up. "Is he really so mysterious? Is this person in the Shanghai Stock Market?"

    "Yes."

    "Very wealthy?"

    "Extremely wealthy."

    "How wealthy?"

    "Um... how wealthy? Like ’perched high above the mountains,’" Yunhai pondered on Tang Qing’s net worth and felt a bit dizzy. "Perched high above the mountains"—this perfectly encapsulates Tang Qing’s current state.

    Perched high above the mountains?

    That must mean tremendously rich.

    Yet, no matter how Bi Bingzhang racked his brains, he couldn’t figure out who it might be. He wasn’t from the Shanghai Stock Market area; he had heard of tycoons here but still couldn’t match any name or face. "What would it take for you to spill the details?"

    Bi Bingzhang smiled bitterly.

    "I don’t dare," Yunhai shook his head.

    "Why?"

    "I fear you might disturb him. I’m of low status—only with his permission can I use his techniques. He’s not part of the circle—just treats painting as a hobby. And he’s already reached the pinnacle of mastery."

    "..."

    Are you trying to hype him to the heavens?

    "Alright then. If you won’t say, you won’t say. You’re still as stubborn as ever," Bi Bingzhang said helplessly.

    "What can I do? I’m a bit intimidated."

    Yunhai chuckled wryly.

    "He wouldn’t eat anyone alive."

    "..."

    After the meal.

    The two took a stroll outside and chatted about painting techniques.

    By 5 PM.

    "I’ll coordinate things with the art association," said Bi Bingzhang.

    "Thank you, Elder Bi."

    In this field.

    Connections matter immensely.

    "You’ve got talent on your own. Still not planning to share?"

    "I don’t dare."

    "Fine, but someday the truth is bound to come out."

    "I just don’t want to be the first one to reveal it."

    "Fair enough," Bi Bingzhang said, not making things harder for Yunhai. If Yunhai feared him to this extent, then the person must certainly not be ordinary.

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    After the chat.

    Bi Bingzhang departed, feeling slightly frustrated. He had hoped to uncover the originator of this faction’s techniques for a more thorough exchange but ended up leaving with no useful information. All he learned was one thing:

    This master.

    Wasn’t lacking for money.

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