Chapter 43

Chapter 43 Money is good

This straight shot stunned Ikana.

From childhood to adulthood, it's not like there weren't people pursuing her.

On the contrary, she started shaping her body and adjusting her image at the age of 15.

Those pursuing it can line the Brooklyn Bridge to Hudson Bay.

Among the many suitors, methods were used to pursue her. can be described as different.

But no one is as straightforward as Abel.

"Are you kidding me?" Ikana was stunned and muttered.

"I'm serious." Abel responded with a smile.

Ikana suddenly didn't know how to answer. She had no choice but to smile at Abel and continue running.

Abel followed him and the two ran slowly on the track in Central Park.

Before it was just a happy feeling, then it became a bit vague and awkward.

"Hey man."

Behind, Ikana's bodyguard said to Abel's bodyguard:

"It seems like your boss wants to sue my boss.

It's not that easy. There are many people suing my boss but I have not seen anyone succeed. "

Black bodyguard Johnson, as always, has a face as cold as ice.

Asian bodyguard Lin, with a much kinder attitude, smiled back:

"Not always so."

Ikana's bodyguard wanted to say a few more words when he discovered that the two owners in front had stopped.

He quickly fell silent.

The reason Ikana and Abel stopped early was because of Abel. They stopped behind an old white man.

The old white man looked like a painter. He opened the drawing board on the lawn of Central Park, had many drawing tools, and drew on the drawing board with a brush.

There are many artists and street painters like the old man in Central Park.

There are similar people doing different things here every day. "What's going on?"

I was still thinking about how to deal with Ikana, who was a straightforward and undisguised pursuer like Abel, and asked him curiously.

"I want to give you a gift." Abel smiled.

Ikana was tense.

Gift so early?

Abel approached the old white man and patted him on the shoulder. "Hey, artist. Let's discuss something with you."

"Portrait sketches cost $20 each, 15 minutes.

With body and movement, $40 each, half hour. "

The old man did not turn around, nor did he stop the brush in his hand, and spoke directly.

At this time, Ikana also walked over and saw that what the old man was drawing on the drawing board was the scene in front of Central Park. A small musical bear statue, beautifully drawn, it can be said to be very realistic.

She wondered: would this man want this street artist to draw him a sketch and give it to him as a gift?

If so, it's really quite special.

But not very special.

"No, old man, I don't need you to draw." » Abel said smiling. "So why are you bothering me?" The old man turned around dissatisfied, the corner of his mouth was smiling, as if he was about to curse.

But when he looked back, he saw that the person who interrupted his work was a young man, muscular, strong and tall.

I couldn't help but swallow the curse I was about to curse.

The old man looked frightened, pointed at the New York police patrolling not far away, then looked towards Abel: "What do you want to do?"

Abel smiled, shook his head, and snapped his fingers.

Asian bodyguard Lin immediately ran over with his backpack on his back. "Give him two hundred dollars."

Lin immediately took out two hundred dollars in cash from his backpack and gave it to the old man.

The old man was surprised and took it and checked to see if it was real or not.

"US$200 can get you 10 portraits. Or 5 full-body portraits." The old man holding the dollar bill said.

"I don't need you to draw. I just want to borrow your tools temporarily. "Abel pointed to the drawing board and the stack of drawing tools.

"No way, these are all my treasures."

"Broken"

Abel snapped his fingers again: "Give him another two hundred dollars."

Bodyguard Lin gave another two hundred dollars in cash.

The old man received a total of four hundred dollars, his cloudy eyes were about to brighten.

Her dry lips twitched, hungry, wanting more.

Abel reacted faster and gently said:

"If that's not enough. Forget it, Lin, take our money and leave.

The old man opened his mouth to say more but was surprised to see bodyguard Lin motioning to reach out for money.

This old man who appeared to be in his sixties was no longer as agile as he was at his age.

He jumped up and shouted: "The money can't be taken back, everything is given to you, I don't want it anymore!"

Leaving behind such a sentence, he quickly ran away, his movements were funny.

He doesn't look like an old man at all. Bodyguard Lin turned to his boss, who shrugged and smiled.

Lin said: "Boss, in my humble opinion. These things are not worth four hundred dollars, they are only worth fifty at the flea market. Even if they are new, they will not to exceed one hundred and twenty dollars."

What's left of the old street artists is a somewhat old drawing board.

Dozens of sheets of drawing paper, dozens of used sketching pens, a simple stool and eraser, etc. None of this is new, as Lin said, none of it is of any value.

"No problem. Let's call it a day, and we've brought luck to this depressed artist." » Abel said smiling.

Even in Manhattan, New York, earning $400 a day is a high income.

Lin shrugged, "You're always so nice. But there's a small problem there. »

He pointed southwest to the left, where two New York police officers were located. If you see movement here, go this way.

Without Abel's instructions, Edward, the white man in the bodyguard group, took the initiative to welcome him.

In the United States, dealing with white-faced police is always safer and more effective.

At this moment, Ikana couldn't help but say: "Is this a joke?"

She refers to Abel using money to deceive the old street artist.

"ARE NOT."

Abel smiled: "It is indeed strange behavior for males to pursue females."

Lin was about to retreat when he heard his boss's direct words. I was surprised.

To pursue women, bosses always use tricks.

Why did it become so easy? It's almost like Nico.

Even more vulgar than Nee. But he thought again and again, maybe the boss prescribed the right medicine?

Lin glanced out of the corner of her eye and observed Ikana's reaction.

I discovered that the latter was blushing and stiff.

This prompted Lin to confirm.

The boss did that on purpose. As for Ikana,

She was really upset with Abel's blunt statement.

Her previous suitors, no matter how blunt and vulgar they were, would never be like Abel.

Even though her EQ and IQ had experienced many battles in the mall, she didn't know how to react at this moment.

Fortunately, after Abel finished speaking, he sat down on the old stool left by the old man.

Take a sketch pen,

A Rice University art graduate began painting in a corner of Central Park.

(end of this chapter)