Lu Yang remembered.
He had been learning to paint from the beginning until the master said there was no need to learn anymore.
That had taken only two or three years.
And by that time, he hadn't even reached the age of ten.
Didn't this perfectly match what Pang Duoduo had said?
Only...
When the master sold them, the prices were ridiculously low.
A few hundred, a few thousand, at most ten thousand?
What a loss! A huge loss.
However, even at those prices, he painted a lot.
In those two or three years, there definitely must have been several hundred paintings.
So, the master actually made quite a bit from selling the paintings—the most critical point is, he didn't share a single cent with him!
Although the master did worry about all his living expenses.
But still, not sharing the money meant not sharing the money; the master went too far.
