Chapter 729 - 333: The Grandpa Who Does Manicures (Part 3)

The only rule of this game is.

He won’t sign his name on any paintings, political posters, or commercial promotional materials. If it’s on books, it can only be textbooks from schools.

The students seized this rare opportunity to get a signature from the great artist.

Within the boundaries, they each showcased their divine power, and during lectures, he had signed his name on various odd things.

He had signed his name on leave slips, basketballs, footballs, and even wrote blessings on students’ love letters.

When Elder Cao signed his name for the second time on the bare belly of a male sculpture student.

He had to establish a new rule that if it’s on the body, it can only be on the arm.

Assistant Old Yang was taking down the computer from the projector, putting it into the bag. He glanced at the large frame with the postcard inside.

He pursed his lips and said, "This won’t do. Who knows what you’ll write on the blank postcard once you get back? Change it to a textbook, hurry up, don’t waste time. Elder Cao’s schedule is very busy—otherwise, forget about the signature."

"Oh, oh, sorry, got it." The female student hurriedly lowered her head again, the base of her neck turned red from embarrassment.

"Alright, don’t scare the young lady, you have no business in the class. I sign autographs for my students based on my judgment. Who do you think you are?"

Elder Cao cast a light glance at Old Yang who had interrupted, taking the large frame voluntarily, opened it from the back, took out the postcard, and said, "Who is this for? Your boyfriend in France?"

"It’s for my mom. She’s also your fan. Her birthday is next week, so..." the student girl explained.

[To Mrs. Klaeser, you have a very outstanding, diligent daughter. Happy birthday, may all your wishes come true—Cao Xuan.]

The old gentleman nodded, already taking out the fountain pen and writing vigorously.

The student girl tilted her head slightly, glanced at the embarrassed and unfriendly assistant uncle, then looked at the old professor beside her, eyes already filled with little starry dreams floating.

Mr. Cao was more approachable than she imagined, simply, simply... For a moment, the girl couldn’t think of a good adjective, just felt how could there be such a nice, such a lovely old gentleman?

She thought Mr. Cao was so cool, so stylish.

Even the posture while signing with the pen was so handsome, even the fingernails holding the fountain pen...

"Hey, Professor, your fingertips are trimmed so beautifully; have they been polished with shining oil?" She couldn’t help but curiously ask.

"Walk one block west of the school, beside Neue Wall, there’s a nail salon with good craftsmanship and affordable prices, you can try it out."

Elder Cao put away the fountain pen and casually said.

It’s hard for ordinary people to imagine that such an old gentleman would still do nail art, take skin care, and occasionally customize various wigs.

Other than he’s already over ninety years old, he’s not much different from many modern urban refined men.

When Old Yang first became Elder Cao’s assistant, discovering Old Sir Cao Xuan’s very "contrast cuteness" habit, he was so shocked his jaw almost dropped.

"Didn’t expect the old gentleman to be so trendy?"

"Trendy? Before liberation, I did nails with the foreign trade manager at Shanghai Beach. Why, can’t I do it when I’m old? I don’t feel that old myself."

Elder Cao blandly expressed disdain at the assistant’s surprise.

Cao Xuan strongly disliked the stereotype that Asian artists are seen as dull, sloppy, and unattractive old men.

Asian artists can also be very handsome, very charismatic.

So in a way, hearing that the kid in Yangon managed to woo Yakai Ichiro’s beautiful daughter impressed Mr. Cao more than his performance in the Great Golden Pagoda project.