It was the weekend that everyone was looking forward to. In the apartment, Ian could not wait to open the system again.
"System, where's my big gift bag for this week?”
It was time for the weekly distribution of the exciting big gift bags.
"Ding! This week's big gift package has been distributed. Please accept it!”
The system's voice sounded in Ian's mind.
Without a word, Ian successfully found the big gift bag on the top right corner of the system interface.
"Open it immediately!"
Ian, who couldn't wait any longer, clicked to open it.
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining the skill Wu Dao Zi Inheritance!”
Daoist Wu's inheritance?
Of course, Ian knew this Daoist Wu. In fact, anyone who had read history would have heard of this name.
Wu Daozi was a painter of the Tang Dynasty. He was a master of painting techniques.
He even had a resounding title-Art Saint!
Without a doubt, Ian had become a master painter after receiving his inheritance!
In fact, no one in the world could surpass him in painting!
"Amazing!"
Ian could not help but sigh with emotion.
Even though drawing wasn't very useful to an online singer like him.
However, that was all.
At this moment, Ian had never expected that his Daoist Wu's inheritance would be put to use so quickly.
"Meeting!"
Hu Yifei's shout resounded throughout the entire apartment. Ah, no, it was two apartments.
"Yifei, what happened?”
When Ian walked to the living room next door, the rest of the people were already there.
"This time, the main purpose of the meeting is to get everyone to come up with ideas for the renovation of my running track.”
Hu Yifei explained to the confused crowd.
So this was the reason!
However, when they thought of the long running track in Hu Yifei's new home, everyone shook their heads.
"Yifei, your track isn't easy to design," said Zhang Wei.”
"That's right. Even a professional designer wouldn't be able to do it!”
Lu Ziqiao nodded in agreement with Zhang Wei's words.
"It's because it's difficult to deal with that I came to you.”
Hu Yifei waved her hand and said.
"Hey, I have an idea!"
Chen Meijia raised her hand and said.
"Look at you guys. Learn from Mika and be so proactive. Mika, tell me about your creativity.”
Hu Yifei smiled, but in less than three seconds, her smile froze.
"How about a go-kart track?"
Chen Meijia said excitedly.
If they really renovated it like this, they could still play games!
"Next!"
Hu Yifei didn't think much about her suggestion and directly abandoned it.
"Why don't we install a conveyor belt? Think about it. You and Teacher Zeng must be very tired when you get home from work. Isn't it especially suitable to have a conveyor belt at this time?”
Zhang Wei's explanation made some sense, but who would install such a long conveyor belt?
Not to mention Hu Yifei, no one would agree to this.
"In my opinion, you and Teacher Zeng are both successful people. Why don't you transform it into a golf course?”
This was Lu Ziqiao's suggestion, but it was obvious that this golf course was tailor-made for him.
"It's not enough to rely on the few of you. Ian and Dali are more reliable.”
After listening to their suggestions, Hu Yifei almost gave up…
In the end, she could only ask Ian and Zhuge Dali for help.
"I have an idea."
Zhuge Dali thought for a moment and inspiration came.
"What idea?"
Hu Yifei quickly asked.
"Why don't we transform it into a cultural corridor?”
Zhuge Dali gave his suggestion.
A cultural corridor?
When everyone heard this, it seemed like this idea was not bad.
Hu Yifei nodded repeatedly. The idea of the cultural corridor was much more reliable than golf courses, go-kart tracks, and conveyor belts!
"Then how do we build this cultural corridor? Get a few famous paintings?"
Zhang Wei did not have any objections to cultural matters.
However, his casual words really moved Hu Yifei a little.
"Painting! Mm, not bad, it's decided!”
Hu Yifei said in satisfaction.
"Yifei, I didn't expect you to be so rich. With that track of yours, it wouldn't be enough without a dozen paintings, right?”
Chen Meijia continued.
"What are you thinking about?"
Hu Yifei rolled her eyes at her. More than ten famous paintings? Did he really think that she was an invisible tycoon?
"I want you to draw on the wall.”
she added.
We draw?
Hearing this suggestion, everyone nodded and shook their heads.
"I can't even draw a stickman well!”
She said vaguely with her mouth full of curry sauce.
"Cultural corridor? Yifei, I'm not very cultured!”
Lu Ziqiao also gave up at this time.
In the end, even Hu Yifei's privilege to go to her house to hold a party in the future was not effective ~
In Zhang Wei's words, the room in her house could only be counted by the party…
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