At this point, Tang Li chimed in as well: "That's right, Mr. Lin Yi, you yourself promised just now that as long as Painter Hua could paint six spirited horses, you would give him ten thousand taels of gold."
"He drank too much and has a poor memory, but we remember it very clearly."
At this point, Tang Li could no longer care much about other things, since Hua Wudao had already decided to seclude himself for ten years to delve deeply into the art of painting.
After that, it would be impossible for him to show up and paint for money. Therefore, under Tang Li, Hua Wudao could only be a freeloader and a waste for ten years.
Thus, no matter what, he had to secure these ten thousand taels of gold today and extract the last bit of value from Hua Wudao.
Lin Yi had already seen through these shameless two, and at this moment, he suddenly felt sorry for Hua Wudao.
"Wait a minute!"
"Eunuch Wei and Mr. Tang, don't be anxious, I made a promise to the painter, not to you."
