How A Ride-Hailing Driver Comes To Dominate The World? [EN]: Chapter 179

179. Twins: One Paints, One Writes Poetry

(In the previous two chapters, there was a poorly written plot point where the protagonist intentionally got beaten to set up Li Baoqing, even leaving Li Baoqing a way out. I thought it was too low-class, so I revised the plot. The protagonist is ambushed, escalating the conflict, and the protagonist leaves Li Baoqing no way out. Those who have already subscribed, please refresh to see the revised plot. Sorry.)

Zhang Xiang and Li Baoqing’s lawyer met, and both parties signed a settlement agreement.

Subsequently, Li Baoqing and his wife quickly took action as required.

First, they sold the equity to the four institutions and Yang Chen, and then donated all their assets to the Red Cross.

After settling everything, the family quickly returned to their old rural home in the Northwest.

They were afraid that Yang Chen might one day be unhappy and remember this incident, ordering the overseas mercenary division of the Aegis Security Group to kill their entire family in a fit of anger.

At this time, Qiu Yuhong also returned after handling the mercenary affairs in the United States.

After getting off the plane, he went directly to Longmei Hospital to see Yang Chen.

Qiu Yuhong: “Mr. Yang, how are you feeling now?”

Yang Chen smiled and replied, “I’ve been fine for a long time. I just find it comfortable here, so I haven’t been discharged.”

Qiu Yuhong: “Haha… It’s good that Mr. Yang is okay. How should we deal with Li Baoqing? I heard they have returned to their old home in the Northwest. Should we send someone to take care of them?”

Yang Chen: “Forget it. Our conflict is so intense that if something happens to them now, everyone will know I did it. There’s no need to cause trouble. As long as they honestly farm in their old home, I won’t pursue it. But if they ever think about leaving their rural home, you deal with them. I want them to be stuck in that sparsely populated village for generations!”

Qiu Yuhong: “Understood! Also… the matter in the United States has been handled. The culprit was killed by our people, and I gave the families of the dead and injured mercenaries a settlement fee from the overseas division’s account. Everything is settled now. It cost a total of 1 million US dollars. Is that acceptable?”

Yang Chen: “Haha… I trust Chairman Qiu’s abilities. Thank you for your hard work. Go back and rest. I’ll be discharged tomorrow and go home. I’ve been idle for so many days, so I have to work hard tomorrow and pick up more passengers.”

Qiu Yuhong looked admiringly, thinking, “This is the mindset and patience of a big shot. If it were me, I wouldn’t be able to patiently drive for ride-hailing even with so much money.”

Little did he know that everything Yang Chen now possessed came from driving for ride-hailing.

On Sunday, Yang Chen got up early to pick up passengers.

He had been lying in Longmei Hospital for days, not picking up passengers. He needed to be more diligent to get rich.

Around ten o’clock, Yang Chen picked up a passenger from Haicheng Academy of Fine Arts going to the City Museum.

This girl looked like she came from a scholarly family, exuding a scholarly aura and an elegance in her gestures.

She was wearing a slightly Republican-style student uniform, which was eye-catching.

With an oval face, high nose, and big eyes, she looked like a painter had drawn her, and her mother had given birth to her according to that drawing.

How beautiful was she?

So beautiful that Yang Chen felt he should deduct 1-2 points from girls like Wang Qianni because she raised Yang Chen’s aesthetic standards.

Yang Chen: “Are you the passenger with the last four digits of 2513?”

Female passenger: “Yes! Master, please drive faster. I’m going to the museum to see an art exhibition, and I’m afraid I’ll be late.”

Yang Chen: “Okay! Fasten your seat belt, I’ll try to be quick!”

After a while, the female passenger received a call.

Female passenger: “Hello, Xiaoling, have you arrived? Ah? Is it almost over? Master, please hurry up, the exhibition is almost over. Please.”

Yang Chen: “Okay, okay, I’ve already sped up, can’t you feel it?”

Female passenger: “Not fast enough! Faster, make me feel like I’m taking off!”

Isn’t that your boyfriend’s job?

Why are you making things difficult for a ride-hailing driver?

Yang Chen was already going over 50 km/h, any faster and he might get caught.

Yang Chen: “Okay, I’ll try to be quick. If this exhibition is so important, why didn’t you leave earlier?”

Female passenger: “Oh… don’t mention it. I wasn’t planning to go. But my friend said she saw four paintings at the exhibition that were particularly good, each depicting the artistic conception of four ancient poems based on the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn, and winter. The quality is very high. That’s why I thought about going to see them. Opportunities to see paintings of this level may only come once. So, Master, please be quick, don’t miss it.”

Listening to her description, Yang Chen felt it sounded familiar.

Yes, familiar, not just heard of.

“Could it be the four paintings I painted?” Yang Chen thought to himself.

Soon, they arrived at the City Museum.

Yang Chen also wanted to see if the four paintings were the ones he painted, so he quickly found a parking spot and went inside to take a look.

As soon as he entered the exhibition hall, Yang Chen saw many people crowded together looking at paintings, so he quickly went over to take a look.

Sure enough, the four paintings Yang Chen sold to Xue Yinong were on display here.

“This Mr. Jinghu [pen name] is really amazing. He has brought these four paintings to life. I feel like I’m in the painting, with a sense of immersion.”

“It’s no exaggeration to say that I haven’t seen such high-level paintings among modern painters. If he lived in ancient times, these paintings would definitely become masterpieces, selling for tens of millions, or even hundreds of millions!”

“But I haven’t heard of Mr. Jinghu before. How did such a master-level painter suddenly emerge?”

“Judging from his painting style, he should be a master-level figure who has retreated to the countryside. Such people will definitely not appear in public. It’s normal that we haven’t heard of him. I just don’t know where the organizers of this exhibition got these four paintings. I guess they won’t make it public, after all, the more mysterious such painters are, the more valuable they are.”

Listening to the discussions of the visitors next to him, Yang Chen felt a sense of secret satisfaction.

“Hey, don’t push, can you stand in your own spot and not move!” the female passenger said.

Coincidentally, she was pushed by other visitors to Yang Chen’s side.

“Oh, Master Driver, it’s you. You’re here to see the exhibition too,” the female passenger asked.

Yang Chen nodded with a smile and said, “I heard you say that these four paintings are very impressive, so I came to take a look.”

Female passenger: “Hehe… How is it? Are they well painted? It’s no exaggeration to say that I’ve seen many famous works, but none are as good as Mr. Jinghu’s paintings. I really wonder what kind of master this gentleman is. I think he should have white hair and a silver beard, with a sense of otherworldly immortality.”

Yang Chen was a little helpless. Did his paintings give people this kind of feeling?

She actually thought he was an old master with white hair and a silver beard.

Yang Chen: “The spring, summer, and autumn paintings are indeed good, but ‘Solitary Angler on a Snowy River’ is a bit disappointing.”

As soon as Yang Chen said this, he immediately attracted everyone’s attention.

“Hehe… young man, you can’t eat whatever you want, and you can’t say whatever you want. In my opinion, these four paintings are definitely contemporary masterpieces, and it’s almost impossible for other painters to create such paintings,” an old man said.

Seeing that he seemed to know a lot, Yang Chen asked, “May I ask how I should address you, sir?”

The old man said with a smile, “My name is Zhao Jingzhong, and my friends in the industry give me face and call me Qingfeng Jushi [a respectful title for a scholar or recluse].”

Damn, Qingfeng Jushi sounds very nice, and it sounds very high-class. Yang Chen instantly felt that his Mr. Jinghu was a bit rustic. He was still suffering from a lack of deep cultural background.

At this time, the onlookers were all surprised.

“Ah! You are Qingfeng Jushi! The ‘Qingfeng Mingyue Tu’ [Painting Name] that sold for 10 million is your work!”

“Qingfeng Jushi, you are my spiritual idol! I especially like your painting ‘Mountain Stream Washing Gauze’, the seven women in seven poses, painted so well.”

“I’m so lucky today to be able to see Qingfeng Jushi himself. This trip was not in vain, it’s a big win.”

Zhao Jingzhong said with a smile, “Thank you everyone for liking my work. I am also here to appreciate Mr. Jinghu’s paintings, and I think he paints better than me.”

At this time, the female passenger said very politely, “Grandpa Zhao, do you also think these four paintings are very good?”

Grandpa Zhao?

It seems that this girl is not simple either. To be able to call Qingfeng Jushi Zhao Jingzhong Grandpa Zhao, she should also be the child of some big shot in this circle.

Zhao Jingzhong said with a smile, “I think it’s really good. Mr. Jinghu’s attainments should be above mine. It’s just a pity that I can’t exchange ideas with him face to face.”

Yang Chen quickly said, “You are already Qingfeng Jushi, your level must be above his. This ‘Solitary Angler on a Snowy River’ is not well painted. The old man’s fingers are crooked, and the fishing line is also a bit curved, which is completely illogical. I’m sure this Mr. Jinghu was still very inexperienced when he painted this painting, so these small mistakes occurred.”

Everyone quickly looked carefully at the old man’s fingers and the fishing line, but they didn’t see any bending or distortion.

“Where is it? I think it looks pretty good!”

“Yeah! I didn’t notice any bending or distortion? Don’t talk nonsense.”

“Handsome guy, what do you do? Are you also a professional painter?”

“I am a ride-hailing driver,” Yang Chen replied truthfully.

“Haha…” Everyone laughed.

“What do you know as a ride-hailing driver!”

“That’s right! This is art, not everyone can appreciate it. Look at those things done by the Academy of Fine Arts of Huaqing University,

Netizens are scolding them for being too ugly and plagiarizing foreigners’ works. But they don’t care about the netizens’ comments at all. Theirs are works of art, and not everyone can appreciate them.”

“Even Qingfeng Jushi says it’s good, but you, a ride-hailing driver, say it’s not good. Being unique is not expressed in this kind of thing.”

Yang Chen is now a painter recognized by professional masters, and he doesn’t bother to argue with these onlookers. Let them say whatever they want.

Zhao Jingzhong took out a magnifying glass and observed carefully for a while, then said with a smile, “Young man, you have good eyesight. Strictly speaking, the old man’s fingers are indeed a bit crooked, and the fishing line is also a bit curved.”

Everyone was dumbfounded. This ride-hailing driver really guessed it right.

Then, Zhao Jingzhong continued, “But! We can’t simply think about appreciating paintings from a normal logical perspective. We also need to consider the artistic conception. We know that this poem was written by Liu Zongyuan [famous poet] after he was demoted. The whole poem highlights ‘loneliness’. So, you can imagine an old man who lost his job, fishing alone on the river in the snow. Is he really fishing? No, he is just passing the time in loneliness. Mr. Jinghu uses slightly crooked fingers to highlight Liu Zongyuan’s hard life, his fingers are so tired that they are not straight. He also uses a distorted fishing line to express a kind of emptiness and relief. He is not fishing, but passing the time. So, don’t use your current state of life to think about the old man’s state of life in the painting, otherwise you will misunderstand and think that the poet and painter made a mistake.”

“Clap clap clap clap…”

The visitors applauded and cheered excitedly.

Zhao Jingzhong nodded with a smile and said, “Appreciating paintings actually requires accumulating experience, just like writing articles, you have to accumulate a lot before you can make a breakthrough. I am old and understand this kind of artistic conception better. You are still young and don’t understand it very well. But you can’t say that people are wrong just because you don’t understand it. Right?”

“Qingfeng Jushi is right!”

“Yes! That’s right, that’s the truth.”

“If you don’t understand, you can not express your opinion, but it’s wrong to say that people are wrong.”

Damn, Yang Chen was stunned.

Sir, I did make a mistake on this painting because it was my first time painting it. How can you come up with so many excuses?

This Qingfeng Jushi may be the legendary expert.

There is an unspoken rule in the calligraphy and painting circle, that is, what the expert says is true is true, and what the expert says is worth is worth.

Before, the granddaughter of a great painter took a genuine work of the painter for appraisal, and the expert said that the painting was fake.

She stated her identity, saying that the painting was left to her by her grandfather.

Everyone thought that the expert was slapped in the face, but the expert said something that made people angry, but helpless.

“If you appreciate this painting yourself, it is your grandfather’s genuine work. But if you want to take it out for sale, if I say it is fake, it is fake, and if I say it is real, it is real. Without the seal of our experts, no one will think it is real.”

Now Yang Chen has realized the power of experts. Even if he is the author and points out the problem, the expert says that those are reasonable and they are reasonable.

If

If these paintings had not been sold to Xue Yinong, Yang Chen really wanted to state his identity to make everyone believe that there was a problem with “Solitary Angler on a Snowy River”.

If he forcibly stated his identity and pointed out the mistake, it would definitely reduce the value of these four paintings, wouldn’t that harm Xue Yinong?

At this time, the people from Aegis Security came, carrying shotguns to escort the four paintings onto the car and left.

Yang Chen and other visitors were not interested in seeing other paintings, and it was almost time for dinner, so everyone dispersed.

At this time, Zhao Jingzhong was surrounded by fans asking for a group photo.

Zhao Jingzhong stopped Yang Chen with a smile and said, “Little friend, you have good eyesight. Leave a contact information, and we can come out to appreciate paintings together in the future.”

Yang Chen refused with a smile, “How can a ride-hailing driver like me have that ability? Let the old gentleman appreciate it himself. The opinions I express at my level are all fallacies. I still have to drive, so I won’t chat with the old gentleman. Bye.”

After speaking, Yang Chen left.

“This person is really rude, actually being so rude to Qingfeng Jushi.”

“It’s normal, he’s just a ride-hailing driver, how can you expect him to be of high quality?”

“That’s right, this is not the place he should be.”

In fact, it can be seen from the response of the Academy of Fine Arts of Huaqing University to netizens that these so-called artists look down on ordinary people. They think it’s good if they think it’s good, and ordinary people say it’s not good because they don’t know how to appreciate it.

Therefore, Yang Chen, as a ride-hailing driver, dared to express such “fallacies”, and would naturally be despised by these so-called artists.

As soon as Yang Chen got into the car, the female passenger came to the side with a smile.

“Master, where are you going now? Can you take me back to the Academy of Fine Arts?” the female passenger asked.

Yang Chen shook his head and said, “No, I’m going to eat.”

Female passenger: “Then I’ll treat you to dinner, and you can take me to the Academy of Fine Arts for free. Okay?”

Yang Chen shook his head and said, “No need, I’m not familiar with you, and I don’t like to freeload. I’m going to eat now, you can call someone else’s car. Sorry.”

The female passenger looked displeased. She didn’t expect to be rejected by a ride-hailing driver.

Watching Yang Chen drive away, she stomped her feet angrily and turned to eat.

Yang Chen found a restaurant, ordered two dishes seriously, and had a delicious meal.

The body is the capital of the revolution, at least to ensure regular meals and sleep.

After eating, Yang Chen still wanted to find a cool place to rest as usual.

He hadn’t driven far when he saw the driver Chen Xing.

Chen Xing also recognized Yang Chen’s Phaeton at a glance and quickly waved to stop him.

“Brother Chen, help me, my car is broken. Can you take the passengers in my car to Haicheng Academy of Fine Arts? Please, please,” Chen Xing said, handing over a can of Red Bull.

Yang Chen was not polite with him, took the Red Bull, so that he would not feel indebted and have to make up for it later.

Chen Xing happily ran back to call the passengers down.

Yang Chen was stunned. Is this the legendary fate?

The passenger in Chen Xing’s car was actually the female passenger who went to the museum to participate in the exhibition.

The female passenger couldn’t help but smile when she saw Yang Chen.

Yang Chen waved to Chen Xing and drove away.

“Oh, what a coincidence? It seems you can’t escape my Wuzhi Mountain [Journey to the West reference, meaning inescapable fate],” the female passenger joked.

Yang Chen smiled and replied, “Otherwise, why would the ancestors invent a word called fate? This is called fate!”

The female passenger smiled and said, “Don’t be shy, who has fate with you? I ask you, how did you see the flaws in that painting in the museum? So many of us didn’t find it, and Grandpa Zhao also took a magnifying glass and stared at it for a while before finding it. Why could you see it so easily?”

Nonsense, that was painted by me, how could I not know where the problem is?

Yang Chen: “I have good eyesight. After all, I am a driver, and I have to pay attention to all directions when driving. My vision and hearing must be better than ordinary people.”

Female passenger: “Tch, you can really brag. My name is Lin Shuying, what’s your name?”

Yang Chen: “Yang Chen. Do you have a younger sister named Lin Anxiang?”

Lin Shuying: “Hey, how do you know? Can you tell fortunes?”

Yang Chen: “Do you really have a younger sister named Lin Anxiang? I was just guessing, I can’t tell fortunes. Slanting shadows sparse and clear, subtle fragrance floats in the dusk [reference to a poem]. I thought your family named you Shuying, and if there was another younger sister, she should be called Anxiang. I didn’t expect you to really have a younger sister named Lin Anxiang.”

Lin Shuying: “Well, I have a twin sister named Lin Anxiang. But she is different from me. I like to paint, and she likes to write poetry.”

One paints, one writes poetry, they must be daughters of rich and noble families. Children from poor families are not worthy to learn these two things, they can’t afford to learn them at all, and they can’t learn them.

The two chatted like this, and their relationship improved a lot.

Soon, Yang Chen took Lin Shuying to Haicheng Academy of Fine Arts.

“Do I have to pay you the fare separately?” Lin Shuying asked.

Yang Chen shook his head and said, “No need. Can I use the toilet here casually?”

Lin Shuying chuckled, rolled her eyes, and said, “This is a school, of course you can use the toilet casually. Then drive the car in, there are parking spaces inside.”

Yang Chen nodded, drove into the school, and found a parking space to park.

As soon as the two got out of the car, a girl who looked exactly like Lin Shuying came out of a pink BMW Z4.

“Sister!” she shouted.

Obviously, this is Lin Shuying’s twin sister, Lin Anxiang.

The two standing together are indistinguishable.

The temperament, appearance, hairstyle, clothes, gestures, are all exactly the same.

Goodness, if someone finds one of them as a girlfriend, how can they tell which one is the girlfriend?

If they get it wrong, wouldn’t it be very embarrassing?

Lin Anxiang’s attention was always on Yang Chen, and she whispered, “Are you dating?”

Lin Shuying shook her head and scolded, “Ride-hailing driver. I can’t drive, don’t I have to take a taxi when I go out?”

Yang Chen was suffocating, so he said, “Well… Miss Lin, I’ll go to the bathroom first, goodbye!”

Lin Shuying pointed to the teaching building and said, “There are toilets on both sides of each floor of that building, go find it yourself.”

Yang Chen nodded and ran over quickly.

Lin Anxiang: “He’s quite handsome, if you don’t like him, give him to me.”

Lin Shuying: “Do you want to die? You’re infatuated with someone after just one look? What are you looking for me for?”

Lin Anxiang: “You have to deal with Zhang Quan for me. He sends me disgusting messages every day, and I’m about to collapse. He’s your colleague, you have to help me deal with him.”

“That bastard! I’ve warned him many times, don’t harass you anymore, but he just doesn’t listen! It seems that my words don’t work either, if it doesn’t work, let’s have both parents meet and talk about it,” Lin Shuying said.

Lin Anxiang said speechlessly, “Do we have to call the parents for such a small matter? Besides, Grandpa and Dad can’t wait for us to find a boy who is well-matched, if they really know about it, they might just agree, then I’m done for?”

Lin Shuying nodded, thinking that what her sister said was right.

“Let’s go, go find him with me, and we’ll make it clear in front of him. If he still harasses you, then we can only let the parents come forward,” Lin Shuying said.

Lin Anxiang was very speechless and could only follow her sister to find Zhang Quan.

After a while, the two came to Huiling Lake in the school.

At this time, a group of people were watching something, and the little girls were curious, so the two quickly ran over to take a look.

Lin Shuying is now a teacher at the Academy of Fine Arts. As soon as she came over, the students took the initiative to give way to her.

“Wow, which one of you is Teacher Lin, are you twins?”

“They look exactly alike.”

“They’re so alike, you can’t tell who is who even when they’re standing in front of you.”

At this time, Zhang Quan, who was painting, heard the keywords Teacher Lin and twins, and immediately turned around to look over.

“Shuying, Anxiang, you’re here to see me paint too,” Zhang Quan said happily.

The two rolled their eyes and were speechless.

How confident does he have to be to say such a thing?

However, because there were many students here, Lin Shuying was embarrassed to talk about serious matters.

“We’re just passing by, you paint. When you’re done, come over for a moment, I have something to tell you,” Lin Shuying said, and then she pulled her sister towards the bench not far away.

As they were walking, a familiar figure walked to the bench and lay down directly.

That handsome figure, obviously, only a handsome guy like Yang Chen could have.

The sisters came to Yang Chen’s side, but they heard Yang Chen closing his eyes and whispering poems.

“The setting sun is red, the autumn colors are gorgeous, the lake is full of maple leaves dyed with vermilion. There are two or three hundred million beauties in the Dragon Kingdom [China], but they can’t get my heart.”

“Pfft…”

The Lin sisters couldn’t help but laugh at the same time.

The artistic conception that Yang Chen had just cultivated was broken all of a sudden, and he quickly opened his eyes and stood up.

“Why don’t you two make any noise when you walk?” Yang Chen blamed.

Lin Shuying: “I’m afraid of disturbing your poetic mood.”

Lin Anxiang: “Your last two lines of poetry are really the finishing touch.”

As expected of twins, they have the same style of sarcasm.

Yang Chen sat down again and replied with a smile, “Just babbling casually, don’t take it seriously. Actually, I am a very connotative person.”

Lin Shuying sat down, then patted the side, signaling her sister to sit down too.

Lin Shuying: “For example, what connotations do you have?”

Yang Chen: “Connotation, connotation, of course, is something internal. If I say it, is it still called connotation?”

“Pfft…” The two couldn’t help but laugh again.

Lin Anxiang: “Aren’t you a ride-hailing driver? Why don’t you go driving? If you’re so lazy, how can you save money to buy a house and marry a wife?”

Yang Chen: “Life is not only about survival, but also about poetry and painting. I am now experiencing these maple leaves and the sparkling lake, and I will go to survive for life after I have experienced it. Marriage and marrying a wife are about fate. What if I meet someone who loves me and is willing to buy a good RV and marry me with a dowry? What I have to do is take care of myself and wait for her to appear.”

“Pfft…” The sisters couldn’t help but laugh again.

The laughter of the two made Zhang Quan, who was painting not far away, lose his mind and couldn’t continue painting at all.

I am the most talented of the younger generation of teachers at Haicheng Academy of Fine Arts. I was rejected when I pursued my sister, and now I am treated coldly when I pursue my younger sister.

Why does that ride-hailing driver make the two beauties laugh?

Damn it!

What’s the use of this paintbrush?

What if I can paint this full of rivers and mountains?

I can’t even compare to a ride-hailing driver in the matter of picking up girls, what’s the point?

Damn it, I’m not painting anymore.

Zhang Quan put down his paintbrush and walked towards Yang Chen and the others…

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