He unexpectedly becomes a father at the start of his life, and the mother of his child is a national

Chen Hao read it through again from beginning to end and found that some parts could be improved. Although it was good overall, it lacked some details, was not warm enough, and was not touching enough.

He stretched out his fingers and placed them on the keyboard, beginning to make changes.

This revision is not a major overhaul; the plot and dialogue have not been changed. It only adds a few small details in some key places.

For example, when the nine-tailed fox was posing a question, there was a hint of melancholy in its eyes, suggesting that although it seemed powerful, it also had its own loneliness; when the tree spirit sang to Sisi, there was a gentle melody in its song, which was its longing for its distant home; when the stream joked with Sisi, there was a double entendre, which was both cute and interesting, and more in line with the stream's lively personality.

With just a few small details, the entire tone of the story changed after the revisions. It became warmer, more touching, and left a lasting impression. After reading it, you feel warm inside and can savor the memory for a long time.

Chen Hao looked at the revised story on the screen, smiled with satisfaction, nodded, and thought to himself, this is the effect I wanted, this must be the strength of a grandmaster.

Just as he was about to click the save button to save the revised document, his phone on the table suddenly rang, breaking the silence of the study and interrupting his thoughts.

He paused for a moment, reached for his phone, and glanced at the caller ID—He Muqing.

Chen Hao was slightly taken aback, wondering to himself: He Muqing? The manager of Yulantang Gallery? Why is she calling now?

He had only met He Muqing once yesterday. Yesterday, he took one of his paintings to consign for sale and chatted with He Muqing for a few minutes. They agreed on a consignment price of 15 million yuan, with the gallery taking a 150% commission. Normally, there wouldn't be any reason for her to call at this time.

He glanced at the time in the lower right corner of the computer screen—4:20 PM.

Seeing the time, a thought struck him: Could it be that the painting had been sold?

But this is too fast! I just took the painting to consign yesterday, and it's already sold in less than a day?

150 million is no small amount. It's not just a few tens or hundreds of dollars. Who would buy a painting so readily without even hesitating?

He was filled with doubt, but he still pressed the answer button and said in a calm tone, "Hello, Manager He."

On the other end of the phone, He Muqing's excited voice immediately came through, her joy barely concealed, and even a little excited:

"Mr. Chen! I have some great news for you, fantastic news!"

Chen Hao's doubts deepened, but he guessed what was going on and asked, following her lead, "Did the painting sell?"

"Yes! It's sold!" He Muqing's voice was even more excited as she said with a smile.

"I knew you'd be surprised. Actually, I was quite surprised too. I didn't expect it to sell so quickly."

As soon as you left yesterday, I contacted a long-time customer who had always admired your paintings and kept up with your updates.

He missed out on your "Autumn Wind in Ten Thousand Valleys" painting last time and has been regretting it ever since. He's mentioned it to me several times, saying that he'll definitely tell me as soon as you have a new painting next time.

"When I told him you had new paintings for consignment, he immediately became interested. He came to the gallery that very day to see the paintings, fell in love with them at first sight, and decided to buy them on the spot."

Chen Hao was genuinely surprised to hear this.

He knew his paintings were pretty good and that some people liked them, but he didn't expect them to be so popular. They sold out in just one day, and it was even his old customers who came to him on their own initiative.

He smiled and asked, "Was it sold for the agreed-upon 150 million?"

He Muqing paused for a moment, then her tone became slightly more serious as she truthfully said, "Mr. Chen, let me tell you about the situation."

The customer only had 120 million in cash on hand and didn't want to delay, so he said he had a painting in his collection that he wanted to use to offset the remaining 30.

I examined the painting carefully, and it is indeed a fine piece, exceptionally well-preserved, and the craftsmanship is excellent. Its market value is at least 45 yuan, which is much more worthwhile than the 30 yuan I received as a discount.

According to our gallery's rules, we accept this method of offsetting a painting with another painting, and when we settle the account with you, we will still calculate it based on 150 million, so you won't suffer a loss.

Is this alright?

Chen Hao listened and thought about it for a moment.

For him, 120 million in cash plus a painting is no different from 150 million in cash. He wants the cash. As for the painting used to settle the debt, whether it ends up with the gallery or the buyer is the gallery's business and has nothing to do with him. Moreover, the gallery has said that the settlement will still be based on 150 million, so he won't lose out.

After thinking about it, he nodded and said, "Okay, no problem."

"That's great!" He Muqing breathed a sigh of relief, her tone regaining its previous excitement. "Then I'll arrange for the finance department to transfer the money to you right now."

Based on a base price of 15 million, after deducting a 150% commission, which is 22.5, you should receive 127.5 million.

Have you checked if your bank account number has changed? Is it the same one you gave me last time?

"Nothing's changed, it's still the same account," Chen Hao said.

"Okay, okay, I'll arrange the transfer right away. The process will be quick, it should arrive in a few minutes. Please check your account." He Muqing said.

"Okay, thank you for your help, Manager He."

"No trouble at all, it's nothing, it's what we should do."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Hao put it on the table, still a little incredulous that the painting had actually sold so quickly, and that the 127.5 million yuan was about to arrive in his account.

He leaned back in his chair, a slight smile playing on his lips, feeling quite pleased with himself.

Unexpectedly, less than two minutes after hanging up, his phone rang again. This time it wasn't a phone call, but a text message notification from the bank.

He immediately picked up his phone, opened the text message, and saw it clearly stated: "[XX Bank] Your account ending in 3872 received a transfer of 1,275,000.00 yuan at xx:xx. Balance..."

The 127.5 million has indeed arrived in my account.

Chen Hao looked at the string of numbers on the text message, his eyes filled with joy, and he could no longer hide the smile on his lips, so he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

He did the math, and with this money, he now had over 24 million in cash on hand, something he never dared to dream of before.