"What are you doing? Xiaohong brought the people here for you."
Jing Yuan walked up to Gu Tao and looked at him drawing with a pen. The drawing was of a man in his thirties or forties, a stranger. She was curious, but she noticed that this fellow... really had some decent skills. With just a three-yuan pen, he managed to create a very vivid male portrait. Truly multi-talented—writing music, playing guitar, playing piano, painting, carving, cooking—he was indeed both talented and capable. If he had been an ordinary person, he surely would have been incredibly popular with the girls.
Oh... He was popular even now, that bastard!
"Hmm?" Gu Tao looked up, "Bring them in."
Quickly, fifty young men and women were brought in front of Gu Tao. They stood tall, and indeed, they seemed to be very promising. Gu Tao put down his pen, stood up, and walked in front of them, hands behind his back, inspecting them.
"Do you know why I have brought you all here?"
"We know!"
