Gu Weijing specially went home once to place the red wooden frame Mr. Chen sent him on his bedside.
Putting the promise of a great collector where he could see it every day as soon as he opened his eyes, to motivate himself to strive, inevitably seemed somewhat vulgar.
After all, no matter how calm Gu Weijing was, he was only turning eighteen, not an immortal unmoved by all worldly matters.
Mr. Cao Xuan said that a painter must nurture a certain spirit in their heart.
If an immortal were to paint, besides tranquility, they probably couldn't produce any moving works of art.
Today was a day of double happiness,
"The Little Prince" was about to be published, and through his own genuine artistic progress, he had attracted the admiration of business tycoons like Boss Chen.
He now had a somewhat exhilarated feeling in his chest.
So by the time Gu Weijing had taken care of these things and arrived at the Good Fortune Orphanage, it was almost noon.
