My Waste Husband

Chapter 139

Sylvia looked at Henry with excitement. She had a lot of questions to ask him now, but she couldn't because Milan and others were there.

"Sylvia, your Henry is really amazing. He even understands Chinese paintings?"

The mixed-race beauty, Nico, couldn’t help but praise, “He can cook and he can paint. I’ve heard from Milan that he’s even cleaning up at home. He really is a good man.”

"Mr. Zhang, I admire your knowledge of traditional Chinese painting!" Mark also couldn't help but put out his thumb. He was just thinking about what was wrong with this painting. After Henry reminded him, he remembered that it was the paper. The paper of the real painting was light blue. Few people could notice such details, but Henry knew it.

Soon, Boss Li took out the phone and came out of the kitchen. Everyone was waiting for Boss Li to announce the result.

"I'm really sorry, everyone. My Black Shrimp is indeed not Master Qi's authentic work. As this gentleman said, it was a collotype of the Qing Dynasty's."

Henry's expression was calm, and he had already predicted this result.

Milan shouted excitedly, "Henry, you're amazing! It's time for you to fulfill your promise, Mr. Wan!"

Bai's face darkened as he sat by the side. He did not speak. After today's incident, his reputation would definitely be affected.

As for Richard, he also looked pale. He really didn't expect that Boss Li's certificate was actually about collotype!

"Why don't you say anything else, Mr. Wan? Are you trying to break your promise?" Milan asked.

"How could I?" Richard forced a smile. "Girl, if you want anything, just tell me."

"What do I want?" Milan asked while placing her tiny hand on her chin and tilting her head as if she was thinking about something.

Sylvia suddenly said, "Boss Wan, your gallery is more than 800 square meters big and it's in a good location. How about this, I'll take your gallery."

"What!" Richard's eyes widened. "Young lady, you're asking too much, aren't you?"

"How can you say we asked too much?" Milan crossed her arms in front of her chest. "You just said that we can have whatever you want."

"But you've gone too far." Richard's face was gloomy. The gallery was the only thing that could show off his wealth. How could he give it away so easily?

"Don't worry, Boss Wan, I won't let you give it to me in vain. How much is the market price for your gallery? I'll pay for it. This is my business card." Sylvia took out an exquisite business card from her handbag and put it on the table in front of Richard.

He took a glance at his business card, which made his pupils narrow.

On the business card, the title of chairman of Lins Group scared him.

He had heard that the head of Lins Group was an iceberg beauty, but he never thought that the extremely beautiful woman in front of him was the chairman of Lins Group, Sylvia Lin!

Richard felt as uncomfortable as if he had eaten rat sh*t when he was showing off his wealth in front of Sylvia. It was not as simple as using a big knife in front of Mr. Guan. Compared with Lins Group, his gallery was not even a thumb!

"Boss Wan, my people will contact you within three days and talk to you about buying. There are so many seniors in the industry who are watching you. I hope that you can do what you said. Don't be shameless, Boss Wan. Let's go." Sylvia picked up her bag and walked out of the restaurant first.

"Do what you said. Don't go back on your word. Otherwise, I'll ask someone to go to your gallery every day to talk about your character," said Milan, who patted Richard's shoulder and narrowed her eyes, smiling.

Henry and the others left the restaurant in succession.

Richard and Bai looked at the table in front of them in a daze, and no one spoke.

Although Henry didn't talk directly with Mark about the paintings, the result was self-evident. Mark was also clear that the gap between him and Henry was very big.

"Sure enough, Sylvia is worthy of her reputation. How can the man she likes to be bad?" Mark said, sitting in the back seat of Milan's car.

In the red Mercedes, Sylvia was not in a hurry to start the engine after getting on the car.

"President Lin, why don't you start the car? Milan and the others have gone far," Henry said in a strange voice in the passenger seat.

"Why did you lie to me?" Sylvia turned around and looked at Henry. C0pyright © 2024 Nôv)(elDrama.Org.

"What did I lie to you about?" Henry was confused.

"Don't tell me that you also checked what you just showed up on the Internet, as well as the black shrimp you painted. Your painting skills are at least at the master's level of traditional Chinese paintings!" Sylvia stared at Henry's eyes and waited for his answer.

Hearing this, Henry covered his forehead and said, "President Lin, I didn't lie to you. I've always known how to draw. Did I say that I don't?"

"You!" Sylvia opened her mouth and thought about Henry's words. From the beginning to the end, it seemed that she thought he didn't know how to draw. He himself really didn't say that he didn't know how to draw.

Henry smiled and said, "President Lin, I know a little about Chinese painting, so you told Milan that I'm a painter. It's not a bad idea, haha."

Sylvia was speechless, and an embarrassed expression appeared on her pretty face. For a long time, she had been in the center. She really didn't expect that Henry really knew about traditional painting, she just assumed he didn't know.

"Since you understand traditional painting, why did you..." Sylvia suddenly stopped before she could finish her sentence.

"What's wrong again?" Henry asked curiously.

"It's okay." Sylvia shook her head. Recalling her opinion of Henry before, she laughed at herself. "When did I become such a person who judges people by his appearance?"

She pressed the brakes and started the engine. The car started to move.

After knowing that Henry knew how to draw the traditional painting, Sylvia felt a little happy. She found that this man was actually very outstanding, with excellent medical skills and a high level of painting skills. Besides, he also had a cooking skill that even Milan and others admired. If he hadn't come to the Lin family as a burden, if she had met him on another occasion, maybe she would have been interested in him.

Thinking of this, Sylvia's pretty face blushed even more.

"President Lin, what are you thinking? Why are you smirking?" Henry leaned on the passenger seat, looking at this woman with deep affection in his eyes.

Sylvia was a little aware of her gaffe. She calmed down and said, "Henry, tell me honestly, what else can you do?"

"I told you last time."

"You're bragging!" she curled her lips. The last time this man said that he was good at art, music, painting, delicious food, ancient martial arts, investigation, explosion materials, language, finance, and so on. Sylvia did not believe his words. How could a person be so good at so many things?

To be honest, if Henry was really good at these things, why would he come to Lin's family and be a live-in son-in-law?