In the Wu President's office, the air pressure at the moment was frighteningly low.

"What? I didn't buy it, is that how you do things for me?"

Wu Shan got up, walked around the huge president's desk in the ring, and raised his hand to give the person who was doing the work a slap.

The man hung his head and didn't dare to say a word, not even bothering to rub his cheeks, which were reddened from being beaten.

"I didn't let you make money, you can't send it if you send money?

"Smack-"

Another slap in the face.

"Go to the personnel and settle the salary, you can leave the Wu Clan. ”

"Yes. ”

The man didn't dare to say more nonsense, so he retreated in a hurry, and only touched his cheek outside when he was outside, it was already swollen.

The person who did the work actually thought that if he swallowed 1 million privately, and then found a random painting, he would say that Meng Junyao's painting was okay?

Think about it or forget it, because everyone counts, and what Mr. Wu hates the most is that others deceive him.

In case Mr. Wu knew about it later, it was estimated that it would be light to break his leg, so he came back honestly and reported it truthfully. The end of being swept out of the house is also expected.

Although Wushan often behaves disdainfully and uninhibited on the surface, after listening to Xiaobai's words in the medieval castle-like villa last time, he thought seriously for a long time and decided to try "Love House and Wu".

The specific method is: pity the depressed old man Meng Junyao, and send someone to contact him, asking for 1 million to buy him a painting. In fact, it is a disguised charity to him.

This is indeed the highest offer Meng Junyao has received in his life, it is no exaggeration to say that this money can completely change his life, he can use this money to buy a house in that small city, he can do some small business, or open a decent studio to recruit students, and recruit a few assistant teachers, advertise well, and be a boss in a beautiful manner.

But Wushan never expected that as shabby as him, he would have the courage to refuse the windfall that flew in!

This old man really smells the same as Xiaobai, they are both stubborn and hard-boned!

Thinking that Meng Junyao and Xiaobai had one more thing together, Wushan was angry, because he had long regarded Xiaobai as his own woman, and this was probably the first time he had tasted jealousy for a woman.

However, in order to compete for his favor, the women around him have long been drowned in the vinegar jar by the back waves of the Yangtze River, and they have been drowned in the vinegar jar one after another, so it is time for him to taste it.

Because of the family relationship in Wushan, what new things have not been tasted since childhood?

There are many "first" experiences, all of which are brought to him by Xiaobai......

"What? Brother Shan knew about the existence of the surname Meng, not only did he not embarrass him, but he also gave him 1 million?!"

It was easy to get the news, and the smiling face of the sunny day was gone, and he paced back and forth in the house with a gloomy face.

He thought, when did Brother Shan's mind become so broad-minded? According to what he knew about him in the past, he should be eager to devour that Meng Jun Yao alive!

It must be because of Bai Yunnuan who killed a thousand knives! Brother Shan has changed so much for that woman!

A burst of stronger vinegar is meant to spread in Yi Rufeng's heart - it's time to put on a good show!

M City is in the southwest, and the climate is generally warm, but the days without sun in winter are still relatively gloomy, especially when there is a light wind outside.

Meng Junyao was drinking a small wine at home to create a long scroll, when he suddenly received a call that did not show the number.

"Hey, this is the Supreme Court of the country, and now we inform you that someone has reported you ......"

Meng Junyao hung up the phone without waiting for him to finish, such a call comes at two ends every three days, saying that the credit card is frozen, causing a lawsuit, etc., in short, it is a fraud money, and the neighbors have communicated, saying that they can just hang up directly after receiving this kind of call.

Soon, however, the phone rang again.

Meng Junyao casually picked it up and listened to it, it was the court again, and it hung up again.

Yes, it's almost the New Year, and it's not far from the Spring Festival, and every year when it comes to this situation, it's the time when liars are most rampant.

But the phone was still ringing tirelessly, and Meng Junyao, who had a good temper, patiently picked it up for the third time, and was about to persuade the other party to study hard every day like an old cadre, and not to cheat people out of money, but the other party skipped the previous self-introduction this time and said the key point directly: "Someone reported that Meng Junyao's work "The Little Girl Who Sold Flowers" was suspected of plagiarism and infringement. ”

"What did you say?"

Meng Junyao couldn't believe his ears.

It seems that it was really the Supreme Court calling.

But that painting was clearly created by myself not long ago in order to compete for a place in the National Gallery of Art!

The girl actually drew Xiaobai, who was selling red beans in a basket during the frolicking when they first met, but he didn't want to show his heart too obviously, so he specially made a little modification to the girl's appearance, such as drawing a slightly darker skin tone and longer eye corners.

But how could this heartfelt work be plagiarized?

It clearly comes from the depths of memories that are like fakes.

"Hey, are you still listening?"

Meng Junyao took a long time to come to his senses: "Who do you say I copied?"

"Plagiarized Wang Walnut's work "The Little Girl Who Sold Flowers". ”

Meng Junyao couldn't cry or laugh, the failure of that painting to be shortlisted was a big blow to him, but now it seems that it is not over, and he may have to go to court with this stranger named Wang Walnut for this painting!

"We don't accept explanations now, and at 2 p.m. the day after tomorrow, you can come to the court and find out for yourself. ”

After waiting for 2 days, outside the court of civil disputes, Meng Junyao finally met this Wang Walnut.

A middle-aged man with a mediocre appearance, he didn't know each other before.

Meng Junyao asked him: "Brother, I have no grudge against you in the past and no enmity in the near future, why do you want to frame me?"

The other party said viciously: "Who framed who doesn't know yet, let's see in court!"

The painting provided by Wang Walnut is very similar to Meng Junyao's work at first glance, and it also has a little girl, carrying a basket to sell flowers, and the background color is also the same, and it is difficult for the layman to see the difference.

But if you look closely, there is actually a big difference.

Whether it is the color grading, the layout, or the fineness of the figure drawing, it cannot be compared with Meng Junyao's work.

Wang Walnut's is like a primary school student's work, and Meng Junyao's is a master's work.

Who would copy or copy a work that looks rough at first glance and is far from being up to their own level?

But the layman judge was stunned and said that he felt that the two paintings were of about the same level.

The judge asked everyone about the original intention of creation, Wang Hetao said that the painting was his first love girl, and now he has gone abroad to study, which means that there is no evidence, and Meng Junyao, in order not to expose his feelings to Xiaobai and not to cause trouble for her, did not mention the origin of this painting with Xiaobai, but only said that he improvised it.

In the end, the court ruled that Meng Junyao was defeated, convicted of plagiarism and infringement, and compensated Wang Walnut 150,000 yuan.

150,000, although it is not an astronomical amount, but such an obviously unfair verdict made Meng Junyao very angry, and he borrowed wine to kill his sorrows after returning home.

At the same time, he didn't expect this matter to also be in the news, and it spread all over the country, and the title of the news was: "Gome's shortlisted works turned out to be plagiarism!"

Because of Meng Junyao's relationship, Xiaobai usually pays great attention to all the news about art, and naturally he did not miss this news.

Although she didn't know that he had applied for this selection, she always believed in her heart that Mr. Meng's works represented the level of first-class artists in China, and no matter what kind of competition she participated in, she should be invincible.

When reading the news by name, Xiaobai was peeling half of the apple at home, and after carefully reading every word, the knife cut into his finger carelessly, and blood flowed down his wrist.

But she was fainted with blood, but this time she didn't faint at all, and she didn't even feel pain.

She was only distressed by Meng Junyao, and she was moved by him.

Look at the so-called plagiarized work, although the color newspaper is not very clear, but it is clearly the self who sold red beans in the welfare home back then!

How can it be plagiarism?!

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in Xiaobai's mind, and a terrible thought flashed!

That guy must be dealing with Teacher Meng!

He is the only one in the world who has the ability to say that the black is white and the wrong is right!

Xiao Baifa thought fiercely: Whoever can't get along with Teacher Meng is my Bai Yunnuan's enemy!

"Wushan, I want to see you!"

Xiaobai rarely took the initiative to call, and he was aggressive.

Wushan was in a meeting at this time, and many people below were concentrating on taking notes, and he actually took it so aggressively, and did not shy away from the people around him: "With your identity, how dare you talk to me like this?

All the people present heard the president's words, and everyone's faces changed color and color, each with its own merits. However, the faces of the secretary Xiao Mi and the assistant Ma Yang were the most ugly.

Xiaobai didn't answer, and asked coldly: "When are you free?"

"It's all full today, it's full tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow I might be able to squeeze out half an hour, but I'll have to ask my secretary. ”

A burst of scolding from the microphone burst out with an octave higher voice: "Wushan, you bastard! a despicable and shameless villain who is making small moves behind your back!"

Everyone who was near heard it, and their hearts hung in their throats.

“...... They have provoked you, and you have done such shameless things to him! Has your conscience been eaten by dogs? Has it been eaten by dogs?"

The voice was so loud that the whole room heard it, and everyone was looking up at the president with a black face with Jing (Tong) and Qing who was looking at the strange woman on the phone, so I wanted to know where the other end of the microphone was sacred, and dared to speak to Mr. Wu like this, could it be that I had grown 9 heads and 10 lives?

It can't be Mr. Wu's mother, right? But the voice is too young.

To everyone's surprise, Mr. Wu, who has never had a good temper, didn't go crazy on the spot, but it can be seen that the muscles on his face jumped twice.

After a moment, he calmly replied to the microphone, "What is conscience?"

Xiaobai on the other end: "......"

The atmosphere was extremely cold.

After that, Wu Shan threw his phone on the table and said casually, "Continue the meeting!"

"Uh, yes, yes!" said the man who was speaking earlier, "Well, where did I just go?"