Chapter 3073 Little Emperor Uncle (14)

Zhao Shu smiled and said: "Draw whatever you want. Don't take it seriously, old man."

"It's extraordinary to be able to arouse people's empathy." Mr. Li sighed for a while, seeming to think of his past.

The old man patted him on the shoulder: "You, stop studying."

"I know, I'm really not suitable." Zhao Shu also just thought about it. In this world, wanting to go to university is not something that can be said in just one sentence.

People have to study at every level from a young age, especially the single-plank bridge with thousands of troops taking the college entrance examination. He didn't even graduate from high school, so wanting to go to college was just wishful thinking.

The old man smiled and said: "With your ability, why should you go to university? Are you afraid that you can't find a job?"

"I...not for work."

"For what?"

"For someone. I want to know more about her."

"Oh, is it the little girl you like?" The old man smiled knowingly, "Yes, at your age, it's the right time to fall in love. Which university does the little girl study at?"

"The eldest one is studying nutrition."

"If you want to go, it's not impossible." The old man smiled and said, "Wait a minute."

He picked up his cell phone and called: "Come here."

Put down the phone, and ten minutes later, footsteps could be heard outside.

"Dad, what's the matter? Fortunately, I was working nearby so I could get here in time." An elegant man of about forty came in.

When he saw Zhao Shu was there, he smiled and nodded to him: "Xiao Shu is here."

The middle-aged man is Li Sheng, the second son of the old man.

Mr. Li pointed to the calligraphy and paintings on the table and said, "Come and take a look."

"Dad, why don't you wait until I come back to appreciate your calligraphy and painting? I'm still very busy..." He paused before he could finish his words.

He looked at the calligraphy and painting and opened his mouth slightly: "Dad!"

"How is it?" The old man proudly admired his son's shocked expression.

Li Sheng raised his head: "When did you, old man, reach this level?"

"I didn't write it!" the old man snorted, "it was Xiao Shu."

Li Sheng looked at Zhao Shu.

The handsome young man in front of him was only eighteen or nineteen or twenty years old. Either he had been practicing calligraphy since his mother was born, or he had a natural talent.

Otherwise, how could I write such good handwriting?

And this painting...

His appreciation level is much higher than that of the old man, and he can see the value of this painting at a glance.

Looking at his son's shocked expression, Mr. Li said: "Don't your school have an art academy? How does this level compare with the teachers at your academy?"

Li Sheng said nothing.

The teachers at the college are also famous, but they are still far behind Zhao Shu in terms of calligraphy and painting.

Zhao Shu's calligraphy and painting already have the style of a master.

"Is this level enough to be a teacher for your students?"

"No, this is too wasteful!" Li Sheng refused decisively, with a serious look on his face, "Xiao Yu, don't waste your talents."

Zhao Shu didn't expect that Mr. Li actually wanted him to be a teacher for college students.

He said: "If possible, I would thank you very much."

"But……"

"Where did you get all this nonsense?" Mr. Li was impatient. "As long as Xiao Shu is willing to write me a word every month, I'll be satisfied. Can you arrange it? If not, just leave and I'll find someone else."

"Hey dad, you are so impatient... Xiao Shu's level is of course no problem, but in his case, I have to make arrangements for a few days. I can't just go."