After finishing the painting, Chu Ze returned to the room.
After about half an hour, Chen Wu returned to his house and went to exchange the banknote for Chu Ze at the bank.
It takes a lot of effort to transport so much gold on the road and check it at the bank.
After returning to his house, he thought for a while and ran to the study instead of looking for Chu Ze.
"Old Master, I have something I want to report to you."
Chen Wu knocked on the door.
"Come in!"
By this time, Chen Jinsong's mood had returned to calm.
He just kept staring at the painting on the table and couldn't bear to look away.
Chu Ze still has some painting skills, and with his current body, although his cultivation level is not high, it is still much better than Chu Ze in his previous life.
The control of hand muscles and strength are all better, which also leads to Chu Ze's painting level being improved invisibly.
Although there is no color, it is just a sketch made with charcoal.
But the light and shadow effects and realistic effects are extremely outstanding.
The replica of Chen Xirui's face can be said to be exactly the same.
To Chen Jinsong, this thing is far more valuable than the ten thousand taels of gold.
It is also more in line with his wishes.
Chen Wu entered the door, and Chen Jinsong was still looking down at the painting.
No intention of raising his head.
"Old Master..."
Chen Wu bowed and saluted.
"What's the matter? Tell me!"
"The gold has been exchanged."
Chen Jinsong gently touched Chen Xirui's portrait with his hand and said casually: "After the change is completed, just send it to Chu Ze. Is there anything else?"
"There is something small, I don't know whether to talk about it or not."
"If you have something to say, say it quickly!"
Chen Jinsong had no time to beat around the bush with him.
Chen Wu quickly said: "This morning, my uncle beat Chuntao."
He would not be stupid enough to speak ill of Chu Ze directly.
But you still have to file a complaint.
Chen Jinsong raised his head, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said softly: "It is natural for a master to discipline his servants. What do you want to say?"
Upon hearing this, Chen Wu's heart sank. It was obvious that Chen Jinsong didn't even intend to ask the reason.
He hurriedly said: "Chun Tao is the young lady's maid after all. She has been in the house for many years, and today I just asked one more question, do you want me to wait for you to come back before I get slapped by my uncle?"
Chen Jinsong sneered: "Then she shouldn't ask! Chuntao is not young anymore, and it's time to get married. Go back and give her some money and send her home. Do you have anything else to do?"
How old is Chen Jinsong?
What haven't you seen before? How come you can't hear what Chen Wu means?
How can you not see through the minds of these outsiders?
Isn't it just that seeing Chu Ze as a surrogate son-in-law, because he has been in the house for many years, he feels dissatisfied?
So he won't listen to who is right. What he wants is to let the people in this family know who is the master!
It’s a statement of attitude!
Sending Chuntao home was what he did for everyone to see, including Chen Wu in front of him!
Kill the chicken to scare the monkey!
Sure enough, upon hearing this, Chen Wu was sweating from behind.
He couldn't help but feel lucky that he didn't say anything bad about Chu Ze when he came up.
In fact, in the values of this world, the main family is the main family.
A servant is a servant.
Does the master want to reason with the servants?
Doesn't exist.
It's just that some people are like this and can't position themselves correctly.
"I understand! I will send the banknote to my uncle now." Chen Wu has been a housekeeper for so many years, so he is certainly not a fool. Seeing Chen Jinsong's attitude, he knew that Chu Ze would be the master of this house from now on!
"Wait!" Chen Jinsong carefully picked up the painting and said coldly: "Go, send this portrait to Yuhezhai, let the boss frame it for me, and protect it with glass lenses. Remember, give it to me
Send a message to the boss: If anyone dares to break it, stain it, or damage it in the slightest, I will ask him to pay for it with his life!"
Chen Wu felt a chill in his heart. I am afraid that these words were not just for the boss of Yuhezhai.
But, what kind of painting is so precious?
He stepped forward to take it, and when he saw the painting for the first time, he immediately understood it.
The lifelike portrait of Chen Xirui is more important than anything else in the eyes of Chen Jinsong at this time!
"I understand, little one."
In Chu Ze's room.
He took a deep breath first, and then followed the formula taught to him by Chen Jinsong to dissipate all the energy in his body!
Then he took out the Dragon Origin Marrow Cleansing Pill.
This elixir is completely green in color, with golden light shining on it.
It's about the size of a fist!
Chu Ze was worried and bit down on the marrow-cleansing pill.
This elixir melts in your mouth, and its taste is slightly bitter of herbs and has a strong fishy smell.
This is the taste of the demon dragon mixed with herbs.
As the elixir goes down the throat, it feels cool for a while, and then bursts with intense heat.
By the time Chu Ze finished eating the entire pill, sweat was already breaking out on his forehead.
I felt hot all over my body, as if I was in a sauna.
Chu Ze's whole body was red, as if he was about to be cooked.
He took off his clothes regardless, just to feel refreshed!
However, even if you take off all your clothes, the heat will not be reduced at all, but will intensify!
In the end, all the internal organs were as if they were in boiling water!
"ah!"
Chu Ze couldn't help shouting.
It hurts so much!
The voice of a young maid came from the door.
"Uncle, what's wrong with you?"
Chu Ze bit the quilt tightly, not wanting to make a sound.
Whenever he makes a sound now, he will definitely howl in agony.
The maid asked twice more, but seeing no movement, she was worried that something might happen to Chu Ze, so she opened the door and went in!
After all, this guy has a history of hanging himself.
As soon as she entered the door, the maid looked into the room and saw Chu Ze lying naked on the quilt!
"Ah! I don't know you are there!"
The panicked maid left the room.
She closed the door and her face turned red.
"How could my uncle do this in broad daylight?"
Chu Ze in the room couldn't care less about the misunderstanding and embarrassment.
He is still resisting the pain!
Fortunately, the pain did not last long. As soon as the maid withdrew, the burning heat dissipated, and what came instead was a feeling of clarity and comfort all over her body.
"ah!"
Chu Ze breathed a sigh of relief.
The relief after the severe pain all over his body, as if he had survived a disaster, made him moan slightly in ecstasy.
The maid who was about to leave just now heard this voice, her face turned redder, and her feet speeded up.
Chu Ze in the room has regained consciousness.
"Did someone come in just now? Forget it, never mind!"
He looked at his system interface.
Host: Chu Ze
Red-eye value: 545
Kung Fu: None
Cultivation: None
Root Bone: Very Poor (22/100)
Comprehension: Dull (35/100)
Combat Skill: Five Elements Fist (Level 4) - A first glimpse into the art (78/100)
Talent: None
Special Skills: None
His two thousand red-eye points were deducted the moment he completed the task.
The rest is these.
When your cultivation is gone, your skills will naturally disappear.
But the numbers behind his root attributes started to grow like crazy!
Very poor(26/100)
Very poor(55/100)
Poor(12/100)
Poor(60/100)
Normal(50/100)
Normal(85/100)
With continuous growth, the attributes of this root bone started from extremely poor, then became poor, ordinary, first-grade root bone, second-grade root bone, third-grade root bone, all the way up to seventh-grade root bone!
Only then did he stop. It can be said that he climbed to nine levels in a row!
After seeing the attributes of this bone, Chu Ze fell into deep thought.
In this world, as far as he knew, there was no test method for root bones.
There is also no base rating.
Just have some special physiques.
Generally speaking, the quality of qualifications depends on the speed of practicing and running exercises.
The better the root bone, the faster and easier the exercise will be performed.
Taking his previous example as an example, he could barely run the exercises for a week in one night.
No matter how much you practice, it is of no use.
What about now?
What is the level of this seventh-grade root bone?