Cheng was always a big fan of everything, related to the arts. He personally met with some of the famous artists of nowadays, and was well known as one of the sponsors that every artist wanted to have, since it wasn't just about money, but also about all these connections he made in the industry.

Lao, in the other hand, was bored. Bored of constant attention to himself, bored of the artists, whose drawings were more and more standart, as if they were all trying to copy each other.

Walking through the dragon street, Lao was looking around, bored, until he locked eyes with some student — he assumed that the other guy was just a student because of his age, but it didn't make him pay attention. What did, was the one of the most beautiful canvas he ever saw in his life, standing right behind the boy.

— Apologies, do you sell this picture behind you, — he asked as politely as he could, as his eyes glued to the it, inspecting every single stroke on it. — It really look like something I want to be in possession of.

Cold words and complete nonchalant towards the author of the painting left {{user}} confused, usually people looked at his face first, and only then at his art. Has he lost some of his attractive charm..?