Those women do have money, but all of them are exchanged for their own bodies. It is harder to spend a penny than to kill them!

These women like to exchange their bodies for things. Ma Zhonghua is in his 50s and dressed up in a gorgeous manner. He probably is a person with a bad style. Otherwise, he would not have used tattoos on Xixi's back to exchange for prostitution.

So it is estimated that other nightclub women also use the same method, using some physical capital that they value the least, to come to Ma Zhonghua to say a few good words, act coquettishly, and do not have to pay for a tattoo.

Ma Zhonghua is short of money, which is a foregone conclusion!

"Master Ma, let's talk now!" As I said, I stuffed the bank card directly into Ma Zhonghua's hands.

Ma Zhonghua grinned and smiled.

"Okay! There are no one here anyway. You two sit down, I'll make a pot of coffee for you!"

Ma Zhonghua is really very fashionable, and the spiritual master likes to drink hand-grinding coffee!

Bai Jizhong and I sat down, Ma Zhonghua brought us coffee, and with our money, we can finally open our hearts to ask questions.

I asked Ma Zhonghua.

"Master Ma, do you know Ba Xiangsong?"

Ma Zhonghua nodded.

"He wanted to come to worship me as his teacher! He told me to drive him away! Until now, he has not seen him for many years."

I asked: "Does Ba Xiangsong want to learn painting from you?"

"That's right! That kid likes to draw, but I don't want to teach him."

"Why don't you want to teach him? Is the Ba family so rich because they think of the international art competition that year?"

When Ma Zhonghua heard me talking about the International Art Competition, he squinted his eyes and looked at me carefully for a moment.

"Boy, you know a lot!"

I said, "I just want to know about Ba Xiangsong, and all the entanglements between him and you!"

I'm talking straight and the money is given in place.

Ma Zhonghua may think that he was a world-renowned art master back then, but now he is an ordinary person corrupted by money.

Ma Zhonghua.

"I've been 20 years younger! I didn't want to mention it anymore. But I think you are very smart, so I'll give you a face today!"

Ma Zhonghua said.

"That's right! I used to paint oil paintings, and I won numerous awards and became famous for a while!

At that time, I was best at painting landscape oil paintings, painting flowers, trees and life, especially the paintings I painted were like life. It was precisely because of this that I was a rising star in the international painting world at that time.

Just like 21 years ago, there was an international oil painting competition. If you can participate in the competition and get a ranking, you can enhance your reputation internationally.

I participated in the competition with confidence. At that time, there were only two Chinese contestants, one was me and the other was Baxiangsong.

Originally, I had full confidence in that competition, but Ba Xiangsong's father had money and bribed all the judges, then picked my faults, saying that my paintings were plagiarism, and forced me to withdraw from the competition."

"So you quit the competition?" I sighed softly. "It's a pity!"

Ma Zhonghua's cowardly shoulders.

"Actually, there is no regret! My ability is there, even if I can't get a ranking in an international competition, it will not cost me any money. I can sell paintings and make money by throwing them away!

In that competition, Ba Xiangsong was the first place, but everyone who knows how to draw and knows that although Ba Xiangsong's artistic attainments are not low, compared to me, I am not bragging about myself, it is simply heaven and earth!"

"What?" I continued to ask.

Ma Zhonghua took a sip of coffee and his expression was very satisfied.

"Then, Ba Xiangsong ran over to find me and said he wanted to learn Western landscape oil paintings!"

"You rejected him?" I asked.

Ma Zhonghua shook his head.

"I didn't refuse at the beginning! When Basangsong was a teenager younger than me in the competition, he was just 21.

I think Ba Xiangsong is quite talented in painting, but he is not good at following the teacher and his paintings are a bit rigid. He does not walk in the scenery, his paintings have no emotions and are too realistic. In fact, as long as he is careful and guided, he will still have great prospects in the future!

However, I just agreed to accept Ba Xiangsong as my disciple. But the Ba family gave me a big gift over there!”

"What a great gift?" I became more and more curious.

Ma Zhonghua gritted his teeth and his face became innocent.

"Ba Xiangsong's father simply disagrees with his son's learning art. He wants Ba Xiangsong to inherit his business.

It was that old guy who spent money to buy the organizer and let his son win the international award! But he secretly made small moves behind his back. He asked someone to drive and hit me. My right hand tendon broke and I can never pick up the brush again..."

Ma Zhonghua's voice gradually became trembling.

"I am a genius painter! But in order to get his son back to the company, Ba Xiangsong's father actually cut off my hope for this life!

I hate him, I wish that old guy would die!"

My eyes slowly fell on Ma Zhonghua's right hand. The sleeves of his floral shirt were rolled up, and I could clearly see that there was a shocking and long scar on Ma Zhonghua's right arm.

The scar was obviously left behind by surgery. The surgery was performed, the arm was cut open, the steel nail was applied, and the broken tendon was connected.

Although Ma Zhonghua's injury will recover from the future, it will not prevent him from having a chopstick in his right hand and doing some simple housework. However, as a painter, he no longer has the ability to hold the brush and accurately sketch the subtle sketches. His right hand cannot do heavy physical work, because the steel nails in his body may have problems passing security checks when doing a plane.

Ma Zhonghua also sighed deeply and continued.

"I was originally thin and I could do nothing except painting in my life.

I can't get a paintbrush, so I can only change to a tattoo artist! Haha! I'm in my 50s, and I'm so old that I can't live without a wife, children, and money. I have to blame Ba Xiangsong for everything I've encountered now, and all my father will be blamed!"

"So for this reason, you refused to accept Ba Xiangsong as your disciple?" I also took a sip of coffee, it was bitter, like life!

Ma Zhonghua said.

"I was abroad when I was in a car accident! Because of an accident, I could no longer pick up the brush, so I returned to China and Qiushui City.

When my tattoo shop was just opened, Ba Xiangsong also came back from abroad to find me! He still wanted to take me as his teacher and asked me to teach him how to draw.

I scolded him at that time, and I said he was a stone-hearted person, a scum, and had no talent for painting at all! I told him that his surname was a waste, and the things he drew in this life were all waste paper, and he would never understand real landscape painting!

I scolded me very hard that day, and I hated Ba Xiangsong. However, he was only in his early 20s at that time, and he didn't even know that my accident was caused by his father.
Chapter completed!