Chapter 82

Early the next morning, they went to see the legendary Mr. Lau.

However, as expected, they were rejected. Mr. Lau’s secretary directly set up a table at the door of the room with a very decent smile on her face. “Mr. Lau said that if you want to see him, you have to

show a work that satisfies him. Otherwise, he won’t see you.”

Paul asked, “Calligraphy or painting?”

“Anything is fine, regardless of the form.”

As he spoke, Paul rolled up his sleeves and got ready to work. “Fortunately, when I was young, my dad forced me to learn calligraphy…”

However, since Mr. Lau intended to set up this test, ordinary calligraphy was nothing in his eyes.

The secretary went in with Paul’s calligraphy and came out in less than a minute. “Please go back.”

Paul was a little annoyed. He tugged at Megan’s sleeve and asked, “Do you know anything about Calligraphy?”

She shook her head. “No.”

“You don’t know how to paint?”

“… Yes.”

“What should we do? I thought you were well-rounded.”

“My skills are all based on the premise of being a secretary. I don’t need to know calligraphy or painting as a secretary.”

Paul was devastated. After making the decision to change, he had been so serious about making some achievements in his career, but he didn’t expect that it would end so soon.

“Forget it. Let’s go…”

suddenly remembered something. She turned to look at Mr. Lau’s secretary and asked, “Excuse me,

the information, but this is a commercial

this, she had an idea. “That means

did you know?” Paul asked in surprise.

would directly answer me, instead of using some commercial secrets to cover it

Get Boul

Mr. Lau already has a partner in mind? Who

“… Leo Mayor.”

Lau’s secretary heard this, he looked at her with appreciation. “Miss, you do have some

his praise. She was

Later, after returning to the country, he often flew to Spain for Tessa’s sake and

painting.

After all, the the Mayor Group was a giant in Houston. Although the the

the Mayor Group.

Group had expressed their interest in this project,

set up today was probably just a formality to stop

standard answers to math questions. Whether calligraphy and painting were good or bad

words.

“What are you waiting for? Let’s go.”

by him for two

“What’s wrong?”

and smiled confidently. “Sorry, can I try

I think there may be no change in

me have a

“Alright then.”

rice paper, pressed it with paperweight, and handed her a brush

ink. “Please.”

thought for a while. Then, she started to brush randomly

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