Chapter 109: Can You Really Sketch?

Chapter 109: Can You Really Sketch?

“Young Master, I’ll need at least five days,” Jiang Chuan said plainly. It wasn’t his first time handling this kind of work, so he knew it well.

“Three days! I’m giving you three!” Ding Ruilong glared at him with bloodshot eyes. “In three days I want to hear that Wu Chen died wretchedly. Can you do it or can’t you?”

Jiang Chuan was silent a moment, then nodded gravely. “I can.”

“Then go and get it done!” Ding Ruilong shouted.

Jiang Chuan bowed his head to him once more before turning and hurrying out.

He was gone.

Behind the desk, Ding Ruilong picked up several more photographs. He looked at them a while, then tore them to pieces in a fit of agitation. He swept both arms across the desktop, sending every file, dossier, and photograph flying, then caught up the keyboard and used it like a club, smashing wildly at the monitor.

“Slut! Slut! Aaah!”

Outside the office door.

Jiang Chuan hadn’t gone far. He stopped and listened to the crashing and the crazed roars inside, and deep worry gathered between his brows. Then his gaze steadied by degrees, and a ruthless light rose in his eyes.

Wu Chen had to die.

Three days.

It had to be done.

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Donghai City, CBD Business District Tower Seven. Huancai Fashion.

The president’s office.

Wu Chen sat with one leg crossed over the other on the sofa, chatting in a Penguin group. This was already the fifth day of his new life, and his fifth day as Li Ruobing’s fake boyfriend, so he knew Ding Ruilong’s people had probably finished digging into him by now.

They were likely about to move.

After all, yesterday he and Li Ruobing had kissed in front of the villa window… and if someone truly had captured it, photographs or video, then once Ding Ruilong saw it, with a temperament like his, he would probably go mad with rage.

That had been Li Ruobing’s own home, and Wu Chen had been wearing a bathrobe. What the two of them were going to do after a kiss like that, anyone could work out with their toes.

Ding Ruilong would retaliate. Certainly.

Wu Chen knew it was time to do something about Ding Ruilong.

Penguin group name: Modu Art Tieba Discussion Group.

Wu Chen had joined the group a little over ten minutes ago. It was a public large group with room for two thousand members, and getting in wasn’t difficult. At present there were more than sixteen hundred members, though far fewer were active. The ones who spoke often numbered a few dozen.

It was an art and drawing group, sketching above all. Sketching was the foundation of drawing, and the people who studied it tended to be young—middle school and high school students, mostly—so the average age in the group was only in the teens.

Naturally, although it was mainly students, there were plenty of older members too. Some were “teachers” who had studied sketching and drawing for years. Some were parents of students.

Wu Chen watched the chat. Someone had just posted a sketch of their own.

He opened the image and glanced at it: a pile of fruit. Very ordinary work, the strokes still immature. The person had probably been learning for only a few months.

Teacher Liu: Nice drawing! You’ve improved!

Broken Pencil: Better than my daughter’s. How old are you? This is great.

Some members were praising it.

Others were envious.

Wu Chen typed quickly with one hand and sent a message of his own.

Xingchen: Work on your strokes. The light-and-shadow contrast is too low and it lacks a sense of volume…

Xingchen was the screen name Wu Chen had picked at random after logging into his Penguin account. He had revised some of the account’s personal details while he was at it.

A little over ten minutes later.

Some members had already switched from Xingchen to “Teacher Xingchen.” Others were calling him an art god, a master, a big shot. With drawing, whether someone had real skill could be shown in a few lines.

To know the true level, of course, one still had to post one’s own work.

But the overwhelming majority…