At ten in the morning, Chen Zhao went to Mr. Doman"s house."Good morning, Mr. Doman."
"Morning." He handed Chen Zhao a check. "Chen, this is the money for your collection. This is a supplementary contract. The collection will be auctioned in the spring. If the final bid is 50% higher than what you sold it to me for, I will give you 10% of the additional profit."
These supplementary contracts were common in the art market. The original owner would sell the items to an auction company. If the company auctioned it off for a very high price, the original owner obviously wouldn"t be happy. He could sue the company, thinking that they"d scammed him.
These conflicts were annoying and really tainted the auction industry"s reputation.
Now, the companies would all sign a supplementary contract after buying the items. This way, everyone was happy and no one would cause trouble.
Chen Zhao accepted the check. It was $1,000,000. With the $300,000 in deposit, he"d made $1,300,000 in total. He was quite satisfied with this profit.
He"d also checked the prices of similar items online. Mr. Doman"s prices were pretty fair.
"Mr. Chen, do you have a way to heal the scars on Normans" body?"
"Yes." Chen Zhao nodded.
Usually, surgery wounds were difficult to heal. Many people would cover it up with makeup or clothing. Using laser was another option, but it wouldn"t recover completely.
Laser recovery turned the scar into a thin line, but it was still obvious.
These scars would never heal completely. It would follow the person for life.
"I"ll pay you $100,000 for you to remove Normans" scars."
"I can do it, but I don"t need the money," Chen Zhao said.
Mr. Doman hadn"t charged him for the appraisal, so Chen Zhao had to repay him. Usually, art pieces and vintage collections had an appraisal fee of around 5%. Mr. Doman was also a businessman.
Since he could appraise the items for free, Chen Zhao couldn"t be so nitpicky either.
…
When Chen Zhao opened Normans" bedroom door, she was sitting in front of the window in her bra.
She"d returned to the peak of her looks now. Her figure was still plump, but it didn"t look bad at all. After the skin surgery, her skin was thinner and finer than before. Chen Zhao could even see the blood vessels under her skin.
He didn"t know if Normans had decided to get a b.o.o.b job too. He didn"t find her b.r.e.a.s.t.s to be so obvious before her surgery. Now, they looked quite proud.
When Chen Zhao came in, Normans" expression darkened immediately.
"Don"t you know how to knock?"
"I"m your coach," Chen Zhao said, chuckling. "I have the right to see you whenever I want."
"I don"t need you anymore."
"That"s not up to you." Chen Zhao shook his head. "You"re only done when I say you are."
"I"m not in the mood to fight."
"But I"m in the mood to talk to you about this."
"Stop annoying me."
"Your dad invited me over to help you remove the scars," Chen Zhao said.
"I asked the doctor. He said that these scars can never be removed completely."
"Oh…I see. I accepted $1,000,000 from your dad. We also agreed that whether you accept the treatment or not, I won"t return the money." Chen Zhao shook his check in front of her face.
Normans" expression grew furious. "You scammer! That"s robbery!"
"When did I scam you? You"re the one who doesn"t want my service. How can you blame me?"
"What will you do if you fail to get rid of the scars?"
"If the treatment fails," Chen Zhao said. "That"ll be my own problem."
"Okay, when do we start?"
"We can start now," Chen Zhao answered.
"What do I do?"
"Strip and lie down."
"Strip? You *sshole, you want to do perverted things, don"t you?"
"Please, it"s not like I"ve never seen you naked. There"s no point in freaking out. You"ve changed into your swimsuit so many times these days too."
"It"s different now," Normans said, face red.
"You think you"ve changed because you got rid of some chunks of fat?" Chen Zhao rolled his eyes.
Normans glared at him. In the end, she took off her bra and walked to Chen Zhao, arms over her chest.
"What now?"
"Lie down." Chen Zhao rolled his eyes again.
Normans" cheeks were as red as apples. Naked, she lay down before the man. This made her entire body heat up. She started feeling a man"s hand caressing her stomach.
"Hey, stop l.u.s.ting. Change to your back."
"Huh?"
"You haven"t had s.e.x in a long time, huh."
Normans clenched her jaw. "You *sshole."
"Stop wasting time. We"re all busy."
Normans had surgery in many places—arms, stomach, thighs, b.u.t.t, armpits, neck, and back. Some places were more sensitive and private places, so she had to strip naked.
Chen Zhao wasn"t interested though. He could distinguish between patients and women.
However, it felt different to Normans. Chen Zhao"s hand sent ripples throughout her.
"Okay, put your clothes on," Chen Zhao said, standing up.
"Huh? You"re done?"
Chen Zhao shot her a look. "You want me to apply ointment again?"
Normans glared at him and put on her clothes while gritting her teeth. "So that"s it?"
"If you feel like you need treatment again, you can call me."
"What do you mean?"
"Nothing. I"m leaving." Chen Zhao waved.
…
Normans was dazed the entire day. Ghosts of the touches from earlier stayed on her skin.
At night, she was too heated and frustrated to sleep.
Her finger grazed past her arm. Suddenly, she realized that the 20 cm scar on her arm had softened a lot more.
She turned on the light to check her arm. The scar really had faded a lot. It wasn"t just her arm either. All the scars had faded impressively.
"That *sshole…really can do things," she muttered to herself through a clenched jaw. "It seems like he"s not grabbing. He must be waiting for me to call him now."