Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again!
Chapter 391

Chapter 391: Chapter 391

But she had never seriously taken lessons, it was all self-taught, probably not even totaling two years.

"Then you’re quite impressive," Ning Tingyu said admiringly as he looked at her, "Many in the Association started painting at three years old. My teacher said that although my talent is good, I started late and need to work harder than others."

Yun Yue looked at him, her face serious, as if this topic made him speak more confidently without the nervous stutter.

"Actually, my family circumstances aren’t very good, and all these years I’ve continued painting because my teacher has been quietly supporting and helping me. I really love painting, and my teacher says we shoulder the responsibility of inheriting and promoting Chinese culture. I also believe that I can definitely do it."

His goal was to become someone like his teacher or the chairman, but now he had another idol.

Her painting was truly good, and he intended to learn a lot from her.

"Yeah, you can do it," Yun Yue said, her indifferent expression giving way to slight seriousness, which served as encouragement for him.

Ning Tingyu felt warmed by this, seemingly not expecting her to listen so earnestly to him and offer encouragement.

He had always had too many people around him who disapproved and did not support him, apart from his parents and his teacher, she was the fourth person to listen to him seriously.

Painting costs a lot of money, but thankfully, every time he entered a painting competition, he managed to win a good amount of prize money, which meant he didn’t add any burden to his family and even saved up a little treasure trove.

Next year, his goal for the college entrance exam was Jing University, and studying in Beijing would be very expensive.

However, his teacher had said that as long as he could successfully become a B-level instructor this time, he could start drawing a salary from the Painting Association.

After dinner, the two returned to the studio to continue practicing.

Yun Yue taught him many painting techniques, from which he benefitted immensely.

Yun Yue stood next to him for a while, and seeing that he could immediately apply what she had taught, she couldn’t help showing surprise.

No wonder he became a C-level student at 17, such talent was indeed rare.

At nine o’clock in the evening, the studio’s students gradually left, leaving just the two of them.

Yun Yue’s phone rang, breaking the quiet of the studio, and she got up and walked outside.

She returned after a while to find Ning Tingyu surrounded by two girls.

The two girls mocked and taunted him with you a word and me another.

He, like a bullied figure, kept his head down in silence, continuing with his painting.

"Hey, are you listening? Don’t think just because you’re a C-level student that you’re something special. Sister Qian is also a C-level student."

Luo Qian arrogantly lifted her chin, and seeing he still didn’t even lift an eyelid, malice grew inside her, prompting her to push over his easel.

Warm anger slowly surfaced on Ning Tingyu’s face as he glared at the two girls with hostility in his eyes.

"My, my, still not convinced? I’ve been with the Association for so long, everyone among the students respects me, calls me Sister Qian. You, a newcomer, should learn some manners."

Luo Qian sneered, looking at him with an air of superiority, her eyes filled with relentless fury, which was truly annoying.

Turning around, she suddenly stiffened, her heart trembling as she looked at the person standing in front of her.

The girl was wearing a duckbill hat, her delicate brows and eyes slightly hidden, seven parts cold, three parts wild, her eyes tinged with a hint of blood red, hands in pockets, nonchalantly frightening.

The two girls glanced at her guiltily, uncertain how much she had seen, and were about to walk past her, but she blocked their way.

Knowing who Yun Yue was, their earlier haughty attitude vanished completely, leaving them trembling as they watched her.

"Apologize," she commanded with a chilly gaze towards the two, threatening and intimidating.

"Don’t make me say it a second time."

The two knew enough about her identity to realize she was not someone they could afford to provoke; with just one word, she could decide their fate. Reluctantly, they turned around to apologize to Ning Tingyu.

"I’m sorry."

She looked at them with a ruffian’s defiant gaze, her eyes wild, "Louder, a mosquito’s buzzing is louder than you."

"I’m sorry."

The two quickly apologized loudly again.

"Prop up the easel properly and you two can scram."

They hurriedly straightened the easel and scuttled out of the art studio.

Only the two of them were left in the studio. The angry look in Ning Tingyu’s eyes vanished, replaced by a grateful one, "Thank you."

Yun Yue raised an eyebrow slightly, "No problem. Where do you live? I’ll take you home."

He quickly shook his head, "Yuebei Community, I can take the subway home."

Yuebei Community was just on the outskirts; transportation was quite convenient—one hour on the subway.

"Alright then, stay safe." Yun Yue didn’t insist further, and after leaving the Painting Association together, they went their separate ways.

Xiao Chen opened the car door for her, noticing the weariness in her eyes, and adjusted the seat back a bit.

By the time she got home, it was ten o’clock. She wished him goodnight and returned to her room.

Turning on her computer, she glanced at the data and dialed Lou Ting’s number.

"What’s going on? Why has the stock price plummeted?" Her voice was low and lazy as she looked at the Tianqi Group shares that had hit the limit down.

This was the first time since Tianqi went public that its stock had tumbled so sharply. What was he up to?

"It’s rival suppression, don’t worry about it. I spread false information on purpose to draw out the mole hidden within Tianqi Group," Lou Ting looked confident, constantly monitoring the stock from in front of his computer.

The sharp fall in the stock market this time would surely test many people’s patience. He had long suspected a traitor among them; anytime there was critical product development or information, his competitors always seemed to beat him to the punch.

This time his manipulation was deliberate, aimed at exposing the spy. Otherwise, the future losses would be even greater.

"Just make sure you have control. The last batch of drugs developed worked well, we can continue with that. Also, keep an eye on the Light-year Financial Group."

The Light-year Financial Group was Qiu Jun’s operation in ZZ country. Over the years, it had made a lot of money and provided a financial lifeline for the Underground Alliance.

But Light-year Wealth wasn’t founded by him; she guessed it must have been the previous Alliance Hierarch.

Even though rumors suggested that Qiu Jun had killed the previous Alliance Hierarch to take over, she believed that the former Alliance Hierarch wasn’t dead.

She had always felt that someone was pulling the strings behind the scenes. Initially, she thought it was Qiu Jun, but recently she’d come to think it may have nothing to do with him.

"Light-year Financial Group?" Lou Ting was surprised. The Light-year Financial Group dealt in metals and wasn’t one of their competitors. Why pay attention to it?

"Yeah, and I’m a bit short on cash recently, so transfer some money to me first."

"Sure." Lou Ting agreed readily.

Not long after the call ended, Yun Yue received a transfer of twenty billion. She immediately sent one billion to Fei Canqing.

She then transferred eight billion to Nan Jingchen for new weapon development and five billion to Snow Wolf for payroll. The rest she deposited into Xiao Bai’s account.

Moon Island was burning through money.

Twenty billion gone in an instant, damn, it burned money like it was nothing.

Looking at the nearly depleted balance, a billion left, she thought, if she was careful, it should be enough.