Watching Hao Jian accept the painting, Xie Ping felt quite displeased inside. Looking at him, he suddenly recalled something and a cold smile spread across his heart.
"Mr. Hao Jian, seeing how quickly you accept things, it seems you're no stranger to receiving gifts, right?"
Pausing slightly, Xie Ping noticed everyone's eyes on him, and smiled faintly: "This painting of mine was appraised by Elder Feng and is worth over two hundred thousand. I think that's enough to save you a few years of hard work, isn't it?"
In Xie Ping's eyes, Hao Jian was just an unemployed vagrant. Since he had no job, he had no source of income, so what he said wasn't wrong.
Moreover, there was another layer of meaning in his words: the painting was a gift to Yuan Shanshan, not him, implying that if Hao Jian sold it, he would be a greedy, opportunistic person.
Many others also sensed the strong undertone in this comment and were eagerly watching Hao Jian, curious about how he would respond.
Heh heh...
