"What are you guys up to?"
Old Wu was pacing impatiently at the gate of the courtyard.
Luckily, a cigar lasts quite a while, so he didn't feel too bored, just treated it like having a smoke.
"Old Gu probably wants to pass down the reputation of cracking the style of Lang Shining's painting techniques to his grandson. Truly, parents' hearts are so pitiful — only a real grandfather would do such a thing. The reason is probably... to use this opportunity to make Xiaogu famous?"
Old Wu thought for a moment, convincing himself he understood Gu Tongxiang's intentions.
"Just say it outright. Why put on this act in front of me?"
He found it somewhat amusing, but also a bit sad.
Artists look high-profile and upper-class on the surface, but under a magnifying glass, they're just ordinary people.
Everyone lives quite truthfully,
in this field, it's full of shameless folks, though there are truly virtuous and moral people too.
