"I'll accept this, but is there anything else?"
Qiao Zuolin had the butler take the inkstone away.
His face remained impassive, but inside he was already overjoyed.
It was the inkstone used by his idol; it must still carry the scent of the idol. He could imagine how elegantly the idol had ground ink on that viewing platform a thousand years ago.
"Elder Qiao, this is Zhu Xiang's inkstone that you've accepted. Aren't you satisfied yet?"
"Yeah, asking if there's more."
"What do you mean? Do you expect Old Fourth Qiao to resurrect Zhu Xiang and present him before you, will that satisfy you?"
Qiao Zuolin's friends couldn't hide their envy.
With a granddaughter gifting a painting followed by his son presenting an inkstone, it was enough to make anyone green with envy.
"I'm not being ungrateful; it's just that Old Fourth is keeping secrets. He won't say it, but I know."
Qiao Zuolin felt his hints were obvious enough.
He wanted the inkstone, and he wanted the painting as well.
