True Daughter, She is the Almighty Boss

Before Berg came from Continent O, he had been waiting for this moment.

To this end, he also asked a Huaguo teacher from the Royal Academy of Arts in O Continent to learn about Huaguo's apprenticeship etiquette.

I heard that Huaguo’s rituals for apprenticeships are not as solemn as they used to be in ancient times, but Berg still decided to abide by the most rigorous three-kow-nine-worship.

It's just that his Chinese is not very good and he can only speak English.

I don't know if this Master Ying understood, but Berg felt very uneasy.

The principal who followed behind: "...???"

Is he deaf, or is he blind?

It must have been the wrong way for him to follow.

And Ying Luwei, who completely witnessed this scene, froze with laughter.

Too far away, she didn't hear what Berg said.

But it is certain that Berg did not come to trouble Ying Zijin, but instead asked for Ying Zijin.

But how is this possible?

Who is Berg?

The pinnacle of the oil painting field, looking at the world, his fame is even greater than that of Sheng Qingtang.

Ying Luwei was instantly distraught, and even more panicked.

She didn't learn painting, but piano.

Under her deliberate momentum, her popularity in the country is not low.

But even so, she is not qualified to contact the top pianists in the world.

This is not something that wealthy families can do with money.

"It's nothing." Ying Luwei hurriedly retracted her gaze, her feet speeding up, "Sister-in-law, let's go to the infirmary first."

Zhong Manhua was in severe pain, so he didn't ask any more questions after hearing the words.

It was because he had already foreseen the possible consequences of cheating, and in order to prevent her from having a myocardial infarction, he did not look back.

**

In front of the teaching building, the principal was still in shock.

Fortunately, the class bell has rang, and students must go back to the classroom no matter how curious they are.

Ying Zijin took a step back, but his expression did not waver: "Mr. Berg, please get up first."

"Don't get up, don't get up." Berg didn't move, and repeated, "Master Ying, I saw the "Guests in the Church" you painted, please accept me as your disciple."

The headmaster who was torn to pieces but had to believe: "..."

This O Continent oil painting master didn't come to recruit Ying classmates to join the O Continent Royal Academy of Art, but came to apprentice? !

"Mr. Berg, I don't accept apprentices." Ying Zijin pressed his head, very politely, "I still have to study."

Secretly followed the little brother who came to watch the fun: "..."

Longevity, their father Ying lied to a fool again.

"No, no, Master Ying, you don't need to study." Berg became anxious again, "But if you really want to study, I will directly recommend you to enter any world-renowned school except Norton University."

"Thank you Mr. Berg for your kindness." Ying Zijin nodded slightly, "I'm going to Norton University in the future."

She said go, not go in.

Berg didn't pay attention to the difference, and was so worried that he pulled at the few hairs: "Then Master Ying, how could you teach me to draw? If I hadn't known that Chino Feng had been dead for hundreds of years, I would have Think you are him."

Therefore, when he saw the painting on the Internet, he immediately put down all the work he was doing and ran to China non-stop.

Chino Feng has always been his idol, and now he can add one.

Berg didn't think that Ying Zijin was young, just a high school student, so he couldn't draw this kind of painting.

talent!

For their kind of painting, diligence alone is not enough, talent is the most important thing.

There is a saying that genius is 99% perspiration plus 1% inspiration, but without that 1% inspiration, the sweat is all over.

Ying Zijin's expression froze.

She's not that stupid old man who reads the Bible every day.

"We can discuss it." Ying Zijin pondered for a while, "But it is not necessary to be a teacher. Mr. Berg, you are already a top oil painting master, which is recognized by the world."

On her way down, she saw Berg's painting.

There is indeed the demeanor of Chino Feng's youth.

"Fuck them!" Berg was suddenly furious, "I don't know how much I weigh?"

headmaster:"……"

Nope, he's going to faint.

But Berg also knew that he had no hope of apprenticeship, so he put his hands together again: "Master Ying, can I trouble you to draw a few more paintings for me, and I will take them back to copy."

"Can."

Berg was delighted.

"I want money."

"Here!" Berg waved his hand, "I sold a painting for seven million dollars, Master Ying, I'll give you double the price."

Ying Zijin finally gave him one more look: "I can give you another free pair."

"Okay, Master Ying, you are such a good person."

After happily getting the promise, Berg was going to eat Huaguo’s ice cream.

Before he left, he remembered something: "Master Ying, you speak English so well, your pronunciation is better than mine, I thought you were the natives of our O continent."

Ying Zijin was silent for a moment.

She looked at the encyclopedia, which showed that Berg was born into a painting family.

Maybe, she might have met Berg's ancestor before.

**

Half past five.

Fu Yunshen stood by the car door, waiting for Ying Zijin to leave school.

His appearance is too outstanding and eye-catching, tall and straight, with perfect waist and abdomen lines, and slender and powerful legs.

Especially the pair of peach blossom eyes with a natural smile, obviously not doing anything deliberately, but they are not enough to attract people.

People who came and went couldn't help but look back. There were men and women, and there were many men.

It was under so many eyes that Ying Zijin opened the car door and sat in the co-pilot's seat.

Fu Yunshen started the car and took her to Shaoren Hospital.

Ying Zijin rested his chin in his hand and frowned.

"Aren't you sleepy today?" Fu Yunshen handed over a packet of daily nuts, "Why are you thinking so seriously?"

"I watched a drama a month ago, and I haven't finished it yet." Ying Zijin tore open the packaging bag, "but I forgot what the show's title is, go back and check again."

It was the first day she came back to Earth, and she was still at Ying's house, watching it on that old-fashioned computer.

Fu Yun's expression was sloppy: "Remember so clearly, what's the plot?"

Ying Zijin thought for a while, then briefly described: "It is about a high school student who used a mirror to travel to ancient times, met a prince, and then used the mirror to wear it back the next day, and found that he had arrived ten years later, Travel back and forth."

Fu Yunshen: "..."

A very special and bloody drama.

"Well, wait a minute, my brother will help you to ask." Fu Yunshen took out his mobile phone, dialed a number, and after connecting, said lazily, "Hello."

Since the incident at the bar, Nie Chao has been squatting at home. He is playing games: "Seventh Young Master, what are you looking for brother for?"

"Find a TV show for me, the plot is..." Fu Yun took a deep look at the girl and repeated what she had said before, "This TV show."

Nie Chao was shocked: "Qi Shao, have you been worn?"

No, this kind of bloody TV series, is anyone watching?

"Less nonsense." Fu Yun raised his eyes deeply, "Look for it."

"Oh oh oh." Nie Chao kept looking for it.

He owns a small entertainment company, which is easy to find.

Before twenty seconds had passed, Nie Chao replied, "Damn, Seven Young Masters, I vomited, such a bloody drama is actually produced by our company, wait, I will scold them right away."

"I don't know what the filming is for the time being. For this plot, I smashed the head of the screenwriters every minute, and I don't know what to put in my mind."

"Then what, Seventh Master, let me tell you the name of the play. It's a bit long and shameful. I'm too embarrassed to say it."

Five seconds later, Fu Yunshen hung up the phone, and his expression became a little complicated: "Yaoyao, the show you're watching is called—"

After a pause, he said the following words.

The tone is smooth.

"The domineering president and the Iceberg Lord are arguing for me every day."

"..."

**

Shaoren Hospital.

Ying Zijin went to the Human Resources Department.

Before she took over the hospital, many TCM physicians had quit, and the manpower was relatively scarce.

But because the news of Sheng Qingtang's successful treatment spread throughout all the hospitals in Shanghai, many doctors came to apply again.

Ying Zijin did not insist that Shaoren Hospital should develop in the direction of pure Chinese medicine, so she recruited both Western and Chinese medicine.

As long as you can make money.

"Miss Ying, this is the list of candidates." The director of human resources handed out a folder, "Today there are a total of 150 candidates, we have already interviewed 120, and there are 30 more. "

Ying Zijin didn't answer, she nodded: "I see, it's hard work."

The owner of the human resources department was a little flattered: "Miss Ying is very polite. Without you, the hospital would never be where it is today."

This is no exaggeration.

He originally wanted to leave, but fortunately stayed.

"The interview starts at seven o'clock." Ying Zijin glanced at the time, "I'll have a meal and come over later."

"Okay." The head of the human resources department sent her out, "It would be great if Miss Ying could be the interviewer."

Up to now, no one in Shaoren Hospital would doubt Ying Zijin's medical skills.

Ying Zijin closed the office door and went downstairs.

A few of the remaining thirty interviewers have come and are all waiting in the waiting area.

Lu Zhi waited anxiously, and looked around aimlessly.

until I saw the girl.

Lu Zhi was stunned for a moment: "Why are you here?"

She seemed to remember something funny, and sneered: "You don't think you can come here as a nurse if you recognize a few Chinese medicines?"

Fu Yunshen: Help our child who loves to watch dog blood dramas to ask for a monthly ticket~

Without this drama, I made up 2333

It’s still five o’clock in the third watch, I won’t talk about it later~