Chapter 1433: Convincing People with Virtue

It's not like I haven't had this feeling that I've been unlucky.

After joining the art department, I felt this way more and more.

When Francisco won the lottery to participate in the war, he already felt that his bad luck had reached its peak, but he did not expect that he could reach a new high in his most comfortable and comfortable stronghold!

At this moment, under Huai Shi's gaze, Francisco's lips were licking and filled with tears.

The smiling faces and encouragement of my colleagues in the art department came to mind.

I just want to say that mom sells batches.

Those bitches must have cheated!

"I'm sorry, I went to the wrong place."

Disaster Musician Francisco forced out a smile and backed away: "Ah haha, I didn't expect that the person in charge is still busy. It was me who interrupted me. I interrupted you."

He turned around, pulled the doomsday painter Giselle behind him, and tried to run away, but he heard a sound behind him that made him fall into an ice cave.

"You seem to know me?"

"...Uh, ah, that's right, Huai Shi, I know! He's the strongest newcomer in the association recently. He's so awesome. I've admired him for a long time."

As he spoke, his pace became faster and faster, and he sped up to escape.

However, I heard Ai Qing's decisive voice: "You two are also participants, right?"

"Ah this..."

For a moment, Francisco and Giselle's movements stopped in place.

"Let's talk?"

From behind their shoulders, Huai Shi slowly probed his head and whispered in their ears, his voice so soft.

Like an invitation from Hades.

Three minutes later, in the reception room of the concert hall.

Under the gentle light, the person in charge served black tea and refreshments and bowed to leave.

Huai Shi happened to be hungry, so she pinched some biscuits and chewed them. But when she looked at the two reserved people on the sofa opposite, she said warmly: "Relax, don't be nervous, just treat it like your own home.

We are just chatting among friends..."

hehe!

The two of them had polite smiles on their faces, but they were already cursing simultaneously in their hearts.

Cold sweat dripped down my back.

"Well, since everyone already knows each other, I won't see anyone else."

After Huai Shi finished eating, he wiped his mouth and said in a familiar tone like an old friend: "It's very good here."

"Yeah, yeah."

Francisco nodded wildly.

"I like it very much." Huai Shi said.

"Yes, yes." Giselle agreed with Huai Shi's eyes.

"so--"

Huai Shi told them: "This place will be mine from now on."

He put down the tea cup in his hand and looked across the way: "I've finished speaking. Who agrees and who disagrees."

Francisco's expression changed and he gritted his teeth: "I don't..."

"I agree!"

Giselle had blurted out.

After a moment's delay, the two looked at each other. From the short moment of communication, they noticed each other's thoughts and intentions, and they suddenly became enlightened.

"I agree." Francisco changed his words decisively.

Then I heard Giselle solemnly correct: "I don't..."

"..."

The two of them froze in place again, and when they looked at each other again, their eyes became simpler.

Damn you...

What are you doing?

But in the end, it was the courage of the disaster musicians and doomsday painters that prevailed, or the courage given by loans and budgets.

"I disagree!!!"

They both retorted in unison.

"very good."

Huai Shi nodded. He had expected it, but he didn't suddenly jump up and beat the person around on the ground. He just said: "Then draw a path. It can be said in a civil or military fight."

He said, "The decision is based on strength."

For a moment, in silence, both of them swallowed.

Then, nod.

Carrying the future budget and the expectations of the Art Department, the two of them have been pushed to the edge of the cliff. Even if it is not for the heartless people in the Art Department, but also for their own titles and titles, they must not give in.

And Huai Shi showed his face and smiled.

In an instant, the murderous intention disappeared, as if the spring breeze was blowing on his face.

"However, since you two are both participants..." he asked enthusiastically: "If you lose, do you want to give up the dark side and join the bright side?"

"..." The two fell into silence.

They looked at each other, but unfortunately, no matter how much they looked at each other this time, they couldn't communicate anything.

"There's no rush, you can think about it slowly."

Huai Shi was not in a hurry to get his answer, nor did he intend to use force to pressure others.

No matter what, I am still an artist. It would be bad if word spread out that people would say that I am arrogant and domineering in front of my colleagues in the industry... The most important thing about this kind of thing is of course to convince people with virtue.

"Don't worry, I won't drive you away in such a hurry. After all, it's first come, first served."

He suggested kindly: "It's just that it's getting late, could you please give up the room so that we can rest more easily."

"Easy to say, easy to say!"

Francisco and Giselle nodded wildly.

After obediently handing over his key, Huai Shi seemed to be finally satisfied, picked up their keys, and left with Ai Qing.

However, when he walked to the door, he suddenly turned back and looked at Francisco, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, with some suspicion: "By the way, you won't take this opportunity to escape, will you?"

"Ah hahaha, what did you say!"

Francisco laughed loudly and waved his hands wildly: "This is a duel with the glory of the musicians on the line, how can we run away!"

"Oh, all right."

Huai Shi smiled happily and gently closed the door for them.

In the silence, the two looked at each other silently, listening to the footsteps gradually disappearing. For a long time, Francisco nodded slowly towards Giselle.

Really gone far.

With Francisco's absolute hearing and terrifying range perception, even if a pin dropped in a noisy market, he could clearly tell the order and tone of the sound, and it was absolutely impossible to make any mistakes.

Suddenly, Giselle waved her hand, and the oil paint suddenly rose from the ground, covering the two of them, and transformed into their appearance to start arguing and discussing.

And under the disguise of the canvas, the two of them had quietly approached the window.

Spread your legs and moisten them!

Just kidding?

That’s Huaishi!

Huai poetry!

The Double Red Stick who once ruled the bureau, the Sword of Disaster of the Heavenly Lineage, the Adjuster of the Utopia, a pervert who fought against everything in hell, and even had a fight with the King of Death!

I am a great disaster musician, a rare art master in the current world. Do I have the right to break my head with a monster whose combat power is so ridiculous that it reaches the bottom of the abyss?

People know how to be valuable.

And Francisco especially knew that even if Huai Shi tied his own hands and feet, and Giselle and everyone were two against one, there was absolutely no hope!

This is not moist yet, waiting to be given to you in vain!

"Hurry up, hurry up!"

While running wildly, he was dissatisfied with the slow speed of Giselle behind him and kept urging her. After running to the corner, he squatted down and patted his shoulder: "Go up first, and then pull me."

It was already at this time, and of course Giselle couldn't let go. She decisively stepped on his shoulders and silently jumped up, pulling on the wall and already going up.

Then……

After a brief silence, she came down obediently.

"I thought about it, agreed to it and then ran away. This is not good." Giselle seriously advised: "How about we go back?"

"go back?"

Francisco was about to burst into tears: "Are you going back and waiting to die? This is a rare opportunity. If you don't run away, I will leave."

As he said that, he jumped up, grabbed the wall, and jumped up.

Then, in silence.

Again, jumped back.

"you're right!"

Francisco sighed and said: "My mother has taught me since I was a child to be an upright person, to be true to my words and to be resolute in my deeds. How can I escape in the middle of the night since I have agreed to something?"

"Yeah, yeah." Giselle nodded wildly.

"Let's go! Let's go back!"

Francisco raised his head and said proudly: "A real musician is never afraid of a challenge...Tomorrow, we will show off in an upright manner!"

"Yeah yeah."

…

Outside the wall, the big snake that had been crawling in the darkness for some time was swimming silently. When it felt the footsteps receding, it couldn't help but spit out its core and rolled its eyes.

There are so many scenes between these two.

The short night was so long that sometimes fire would light up in the night sky outside the window, and soon it would disappear again.

For most people in London, this is destined to be a sleepless night.

As for Huai Shi...he was even snoring.

So sweet.

The next day, noon.

After reading today's newspaper and having lunch, Huai Shi opened the door to the reception room again.

I saw two guys sitting on pins and needles on the sofa.

"Let me ask again..." He said curiously: "Have you changed your mind?"

The two were silent, and finally, they shook their heads silently.

After all, there was no giving in.

"Even though I was coerced by power, I still didn't give up on my responsibilities and ethics. I think this is good." Huai Shi smiled: "I like you very much."

"In that case..." Francisco's eyes lit up.

"In this case, I will definitely respect my opponent and do my best!" Huai Shi said solemnly: "I will never let you leave any regrets!"

No, no, no, we want to be sorry so bad.

Why don't you just let it go to the sea...

"So, who is coming?"

Huai Shi asked.

Francisco and Giselle took a step forward at the same time without thinking.

"Together?" Huai Shi asked.

"Not separated."

Francisco shook his head, mustered up the courage, and made a request to Huai Shi: "Our abilities will interfere with each other, and the only thing I can represent is the music department, she represents the oil painting department, and the people from the cooking department are currently absent.

Of the three people sent by our art department, only two are left.

In other words, if you want to win the fight against the Art Department, you must fight us separately and win two-thirds of the time.

Otherwise, even if we lose a round, we have no right to surrender. "

Ai Qing frowned and wanted to speak, but Huai Shi nodded first.

"Okay, just treat it as sincerity to gain your recognition."

Huai Shi agreed without hesitation, and then asked again: "But, if I win, can you two seriously discuss the salary and conditions with the boss behind me?"

The two of them were slightly stunned. They didn't expect Huai Shi to be so easy to talk to.

After a brief moment of astonishment, they looked at each other and finally nodded helplessly.

Next, Giselle picked up her tool bag first.

"Then let's get started."

she says.

"No need to change places?" Huai Shi looked around.

From the ceiling to the carpet, even the decorations on the table are antiques. If you break one, it will cost you a lot of money, right?

"No need."

Giselle shook her head and took a step towards Huai Shi again.

At that moment, the heavy painting bag in her hand fell to the ground with a muffled sound.

His whole body seemed to suddenly become lighter and weightless.

No, it’s true, it doesn’t weigh anything!

Because as she stepped, her body started to dance like a canvas. When he turned slightly, the jaw-dropping thickness appeared!

As thin as paper.

Something's wrong!

I don’t know since when, the Giselle in front of Huai Shi has turned into an oil painting! No, he suddenly had a strange premonition: maybe, Giselle was like this from the beginning.

However, even I didn't realize it...

The sound of piercing the sky exploded.

Huai Shi moved forward without thinking, crossing the distance between them in one step.

So close.

Punch!

But at that moment, his movements stopped abruptly, and then he ejected backwards at an even more exaggerated speed than when he came.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

Right in front of him, Giselle collapsed silently.

Dissolve.

From under the peeling skin as if eroded by time, there is a massive amount of oil paint, blowout!

Ah, please give me a monthly pass~