Take the initiative to make trouble

  Kuo Yan said very seriously:

  "Do you think I'm just randomly pressing?"

  "What's going on? How is this possible?"

  Zhang Qiang smiled with his mouth open, and in the face of reality, he thoroughly admired Guo Yao's medical skills. With just one patch of medicinal plaster and a few massages, he was almost cured. Even big hospitals don't have this kind of effect! This traditional Chinese medicine is really amazing, how did it decline?

  "You rest now, I'm going back. You stick this plaster on first and don't take it off until after I've given you a massage 24 hours later, otherwise if any illness develops, don't blame me!"

  Kuo Yeh had to say that if this guy thought it was good enough, he would tear off the plaster in a while and wouldn't be able to explain himself. Hmm, I need to practice partial treatment later, they say that when the disease is gone, it's like pulling out silk threads, and ordinary people can't accept being cured all at once.

  He took Zhang Qiang to see a doctor, half because they were still somewhat friends, and the other half was in the hope of opening up an opportunity here, so that these people who often fought would come here for medical treatment, and his income would be continuous. However, looking at Zhang Qiang's living conditions, Guo Yi didn't have much hope for this.

  How can I get some money?

  Guo Yi arrived at a first-floor shop rented out by Zhou Jie, which sold bags. The boss here was surnamed Wang and called Wang Da Zhuang. He was short and thin, with a dry appearance that had a huge contrast to his name. He always liked to boast about his past achievements of fighting and dating girls when he was young. Guo Yi used to enjoy listening to him brag when he had nothing better to do, but unlike others, he never mocked him. In Guo Yi's opinion, bragging was also something that required a lot of imagination.

  Guo Yi rented a silver small suitcase in Wang Dazhuang's store, and since everyone was familiar with each other, there was no deposit or rent paid. Moreover, even if the boss Wang Quan wanted to, he couldn't ask Guo Yi for it.

  Guo Yidai carried his suitcase and went straight to the Yu Feng Shan Cultural Market. Although he lived in a remote area, it was very close to the city's largest cultural market. After walking for 20 minutes, he arrived. He started browsing floor by floor, wherever things were expensive or crowded, he would squeeze in that direction.

  At last, he saw his goal.

  "Hiss!"

  A long scroll of landscape painting was torn by Guo Yao, and the people around who were admiring it suddenly became stunned, while Guo Yao turned back with a furious face and scolded:

  "Who's the blind guy pushing me?"

  Everyone remained unmoved, continuing to stare blankly like wooden chickens. Guo Yi turned his head to look at the long scroll and sighed with a hint of admiration:

  "This painting is not bad, what a pity."

  Having said that, he took a step and walked out. At this time, someone finally reacted, and all of a sudden, a shrill cry was heard. A woman with a fiery appearance and a seductive face rushed over, grabbed Guo Yao, and shouted loudly:

  "Do you know how much this painting costs? Do you know how much this painting costs? You know—"

  It seems that this painting is not cheap, otherwise the woman would not have entered the mechanical reading stage. Guo Yi went to push her hand, originally wearing a two-strand strap vest when going out, and now letting her pull off one strand, how can I go home?

  "You're in charge! You're in charge! You're——"

  The flirtatious woman continued to read repeatedly, still thinking she was pregnant with Guo Yao's child!

  At this time, the people around also reacted and suddenly made a noise. The meaning is that this painting is a masterpiece of the famous contemporary painter Wang Xiaojin, which is extremely valuable. Moreover, it is said that the painter has been in poor health recently and may pass away at any time, at which point the value of the painting will increase sharply. In short, everyone expressed only one idea - Guo Yao was in big trouble!

  "You lose! You lose! You lose!"

  "What's going on?"

  A refined middle-aged man hurried over and asked.

  "Wen An, you've finally arrived! Look, look, he's torn up Old Wang's painting into this state! Today all these friends came specifically for this painting, now..."

  The flirtatious woman was so anxious and angry that she could hardly speak.

  The middle-aged man who called Wen An was shocked, and when he saw the painting torn by me, his face turned pale and pointed at me without saying a word. It seems that this psychological quality is not even as good as a tape recorder.

  "I'm going to pay!"

  As soon as Guo Yi finished speaking, the two of them calmed down instantly, and the people around also quieted down. However, after Wen An sized up Guo Yi once again, he became agitated once more:

  "Are you going to compensate? Can you afford it? Not to mention the appreciation, at current market price, it's worth 280,000 to 290,000... You, you, you..."

  His words were understood by everyone. Whoever looks at a person wearing shorts and slippers doesn't look like they can take out tens of thousands of yuan.

  "I didn't say I'd compensate you with money, but with a painting!"

  A middle-aged man was overjoyed and hastily said:

  "Do you have Wang Lao's painting?"

  "No, I'm talking about this one, I'll tear it for you and have it repaired."

  "Fix? You think you're someone who can fix it? Can you fix it well? Can you fix it exactly the same? If you don't give me an explanation today, don't even think about leaving this door!"

  The woman started scolding me again while grabbing my vest!

  Guo Yi certainly could, and he restored many torn pieces of paper to their original state. This one was just torn, a simple task, but Guo Yi hadn't spoken yet. A tall and slender girl with a clear face walked out from the crowd and said to the middle-aged man:

  "Let him go, I'll take this painting back and have my dad try it."

  Another low whisper around.

  "Who is this? You're quite bold!"

  "You don't even know her? This is the daughter of Mr. Tang, the master of antique restoration."

  "Mr. Tang, is it Tang Yunzhong? If so, they've made a profit! This painting having passed through Mr. Tang's hands will probably appreciate in value!"

  "Needless to say!"

  ??????

  That middle-aged man named Wen An was overjoyed and said gratefully:

  "Thank you, Miss Tang. If Mr. Tang could help, that would be even better. This painting is the treasure of our town's store, which I, Li Wen'an, spent a great deal of effort to obtain. Who would have thought that it would just leave like this?"

  Miss Tang pointed at Guo Yao and said:

  "Do you think he can afford it or fix it well?"

  Miss Tang said that the fact is that Guo Yi's car looks like it can't be compensated for, and it doesn't seem to be repairable. Her tone was very calm, without any emotional color, but when heard by Guo Yi, it still made him feel somewhat uncomfortable. However, Guo Yi didn't get angry, anyone could see that she was trying to help herself, a poor boy with no money or power.

  She is kind-hearted, but in fact, she is ruining Guo Yao's plan to get rich!

  Li Wen'an hesitated for a moment, waved his hand as if shooing away flies, and said:

  "Off you go! Off you go! I really don't know what kind of luck you have, Miss Tang is actually willing to help, otherwise, humph!"

  Kuo Yi smiled and said:

  "I said I'd fix it for you! I take responsibility for what I've done myself!"

  Everyone was stunned, and Miss Tang looked at Guo Yao with some impatience:

  "I don't know why you're doing this, but you can't fix it and you can't afford to take responsibility. Don't waste any more time, just leave."

  Obviously, in her eyes, Guo Yi was somewhat ungrateful. After finishing speaking, she rolled up the painting and walked away.

  Kuo Yi somewhat helplessly blocked her and said:

  "Let me do it instead, I can guarantee that it will be restored to its original state, and I'm a person who doesn't like owing others favors!"

  Miss Tang was taken aback, clearly not expecting someone like me to appear out of nowhere. She took a closer look at Guo Yao and shook her head again. Holding up the painting in her hand, she spoke in as calm a tone as possible:

  "Do you know, even the top-level cultural relic restoration experts in China dare not say that they can restore it to its original state. Even if the surface is restored to a state where no traces can be seen under a magnifying glass, differences can still be detected under X-ray. You, cannot fix it!"

  Guo Yiye didn't budge, continuing to block her way, saying word by word:

  "I've had enough!"

  Kuo Yeh was very tough, he had to be tough. If he couldn't fix the painting with his own hands, then the play he directed would become a farce, and he would be regarded as a poor guy who couldn't even take responsibility for his mistakes.

  But it was also from this moment on that Miss Tang's kindness and patience moved Guo Yao, although she spoke very directly, although she had already started to get a little angry, but she was still restraining herself, patiently talking to someone who looked like a scumbag from the inside out.

  However, Guo Yi's persistence finally irritated Miss Tang, she said.

  "Are you done? You're really fearless, what if you can't fix it?"

  "If I can't fix it, I'll jump from this fifth floor!"

  Guo Yi seems to have no way out now.

  The people around us were gathering more and more, a chubby old man pulled me and whispered:

  "Kid, are you crazy? You've caused such a huge mess and yet you're still lingering around here. What's the point of sticking around? Do you know that restoring this calligraphy and painting, even with the simplest repair, requires at least a decade of skill to grasp the basics? Listen to me, just leave quickly!"

  There are still many good people!

  Kuo Yi smiled gratefully at the old man and said:

  "Thank you, but I have confidence that I can fix this painting. The trouble was caused by me, and I must take responsibility for the consequences. This is my principle!"

  Kuo Yeh's words were righteous and stern, but in fact, he was secretly despising himself for being too good at pretending. If it weren't for his poverty-stricken situation, he wouldn't have resorted to such a lowly tactic!

  Miss Tang looked at Guo Yao for a while longer, and seemed to have finally confirmed that I wasn't crazy, so she let out a sigh and said:

  "Alright, you try it then!"

  Miss Tang——

  Li Wenan was anxious, this kid doesn't know what's good for him, but my painting is precious, if he can't fix it and instead makes the painting even more unbearable, then not even Tang Yunzhong can fix it, wouldn't I be a fool?

  Miss Tang raised her hand to interrupt him and said softly:

  "Fine, I'll let Old Man Wang draw another one for you. I'd like to see what makes him so confident!"

  "Alright, alright! Thank you, Miss Tang!"

  Li Wen'an's face suddenly burst into a brilliant smile.

  "I need a room and refuse anyone to watch!"