Lu Yuan still goes to "get beaten" every day.

The days went by like this.

On this day, Tang Rusheng called.

"Boy, come back, prepare a sub-painting, and participate in the Desheng Autumn Auction!"

Tang Rusheng's second wave of capital operation began.

Desheng Auction House is definitely not a leader in the entire industry circle, at least it cannot be compared with the nationally famous Poly. The volume is too bad.

But in this province, Desheng is one of the few formal auction companies.

The word-of-mouth scale is not bad.

Lu Yuan's small role, theoretically speaking, the painting can't be on the stage of Desheng at all.

But in this world, money can make ghosts grind.

Tang family villa, in the study.

Tang Rusheng was drinking tea and chatting with a middle-aged man.

Tang Rusheng: "Mr. Zhao, you must help with this favor." ”

Zhao Dasheng smiled and said, "Old Tang, you opened the golden mouth, then I will definitely nod." Our experts are so different from your eyes. There are a lot of things, and it depends on the palm of the old Tang. ”

Tang Rusheng: "Mr. Zhao has been promoted." ”

Zhao Dasheng: "Old Tang is really famous for his righteousness. I have a little favor here, you can reach out and help. ”

Tang Rusheng: "Just ask." ”

Zhao Dasheng smiled evilly: "In this autumn auction, there are a lot of things, but there are no ones who can really get their hands on it." I heard that you have a bright blue and white flower here, you see ......"

Tang Rusheng scolded with a smile: "Get out! Wait for me." That blue and white is my treasure. Alright, don't bargain with me. Know what you mean. Help me auction a painting that is far away, and you will receive 10 percent of the commission for other auction items, right? For this painting, you will receive 30 percent of the commission. ”

"Old Tang, if you want to be so direct, then I won't hide it. Zhao Dasheng frowned: "If you want to get this commission, you have to make a deal first." Who is this far away? Lonely and nameless, not even anyone who knows him. It's a strange thing that someone buys a picture of him. Even if someone buys it, it's not interesting to give it all to us. ”

Tang Rusheng: "If you want to set my words, I will open the skylight for you." His paintings will definitely sell. and not less than 300,000 transaction price. You take 100,000 yuan, although it is also a small amount of money, but it is just a matter of the auctioneer's mouth. Besides, I'm here with you, can't I ask for a favor?"

Zhao Dasheng laughed: "As soon as you say this, I have the bottom in my heart." Who the hell is this Lu Yuan? Old Tang, you are guilty of praising him like this? But then again, we are victorious, and we are also a little famous in this province. Money or not money is a trivial matter, the main thing is ...... On the painting of an unknown junior like him, it seems that we are really not up to the level. If someone comes with a broken bowl and a broken teapot, do we have to take over as well? Besides, the auction will start in a few days, and the preliminary publicity is over. Inexplicably, adding a painting of a long way is a bit out of order. ”

Tang Rusheng: "No nonsense. Say how much commission you want. ”

Zhao Dasheng sneered and stretched out five fingers: "I don't care how much money is sold, and I don't care how you operate Old Tang." 500,000 yuan! Whether his paintings sell for 50 million or 100 million, or if they can't be sold, we want 500,000 yuan. ”

............

Provincial capital, a Pradori. Chen Datong was wearing sunglasses and a mask, his brows were tightly locked, and his heart was heavy.

The co-pilot's door opened, and a girl came up.

"Uncle Chen, I asked someone in the company to inquire, this Desheng autumn shooting, there is really a long way to go. It was added later. ”

Chen Datong gritted his teeth!

He hated it.

The teeth of hatred are itchy.

In this world, no one can hide your brilliance, but you should not try to try to hide the glory of others.

Huang Bo said this, right?

Take a look......

People are more open-minded, people have emotional intelligence, and people are noble.

Looking at the distance again, it is simply despicable and shameless, and the work is indescribable.

You're talented, you want to be famous, it's all right.

Why are you stepping on Lao Tzu to get on the throne?

I thought that I would be in the limelight with a calligraphy and painting brush in Cheongju.

The result?

The limelight is out!

The popularity of the video has also decreased, but now it has more than six million views.

He's a laughing stock now.

I usually don't wear sunglasses and hats, so I don't dare to go out.

Chen Datong realized it later, and finally understood that the Qingzhou Calligraphy and Painting Brush Club was a trap!

For him, this road is far away and there is a deep hatred for the sky.

Hatred can make a person do unscrupulous and do a lot of unwise things.

Like now.

Chen Datong had a gloomy face: "Xiaoli, replace Lu Yuan's painting!"

The girl was stunned for a moment, a little worried: "Uncle Chen...... No...... Not good. ”

Chen Datong: "What's the matter? You, an internal staff, have just the right position, and it's not easy to do this?"

The girl was embarrassed: "That's what I said. But if I do...... I'm breaking the law and committing a crime. ”

Chen Datong: "Who knows that you did it? You are a smart person, and if you are a little sharp, no one can find out about you." Besides, don't let you risk it in vain. 200,000! Give you 100,000 first, and after the deed is done, the other 100,000 will be transferred to your card. Haven't you been in need of money lately?"

The girl's eyes obviously lit up, she was entangled for a long time, and gritted her teeth fiercely: "Uncle Chen, I listen to you!"

Chen Datong nodded with satisfaction, and said to himself with a sad smile: "Lu Yuan, the fame you got from me, I want to double it back." After Deshengqiu's shooting, I want everyone to know that you are a waste who doesn't learn anything!"

............

At the same time, a KTV in Beijing.

A middle-aged man with a fat head and big ears was shirtless and had a scar on his chest, and he was holding a girl crying wolf and singing.

On the sofa next to him sat a man with gold-rimmed glasses, worried.

The fat-headed, big-eared man shouted, "Brother, are you not in the right state today? What's the matter? That foreign girl who soaked in the bubble last month hollowed out your body? Come on, sing two songs!"

The man with gold-rimmed glasses sighed and said, "Brother Zhou, I invited you to come today, I have something serious to discuss." ”

Brother Zhou: "Brother Liang, the girl is in her arms, and she is drunk for five minutes, you say you have something to talk to me about?" haha...... Don't worry about business, I'll talk about it after tonight. ”

Liang Qingyun: "Brother Zhou, the day after tomorrow, will you go to the autumn auction?"

Zhou Dade was stunned for a moment: "I don't like antiques, I don't like calligraphy and painting, what are you doing in that place? What's the matter? You opened an entertainment city and became a cultural person?"

Liang Qingyun: "Brother Zhou, I think we should really be cultural people." ”

Zhou Dade laughed and patted the scar on his chest: "Who are you insulting kid? Your brother Zhou will never be a cultural person in his life." ”

Liang Qingyun frowned, pondered for a long time, and said, "I found out the news." The matter between Lu Yuan and Xu Nuo is over. ”

Zhou Dade didn't care: "Isn't this nonsense." Tang Solo Dance came forward, how could it not end?"

Liang Qingyun: "I heard that Xu Nuo came to apologize and gave him an excellent golf membership card. Three and four low, he almost knelt down for Lu Yuan. ”

Zhou Dade's face suddenly changed.

In Shangjing, Tang Solo Dance can overwhelm Ding Xiangguo, there is no doubt.

But the "scope of business" of the two is not in the same circle.

If it is really a bar, Tang Solo Dance will not be comfortable.

Therefore, Ding Xianghui will give Tang Duwu face, which everyone can think of.

But Xu Nuo ran over and whispered to Lu Yuan......

Can't you taste it carefully......

Taste carefully, what is the most likely scenario?

It must have been that Tang Duwu didn't intend to let that thing stop. The follow-up must be under pressure on Ding Xiangguo.

Is this the rhythm of the war?

Even people like Ding Xiangguo, Tang Duwu didn't care about it, so what would happen to their group of "little characters" who were in the "Tianxiang Pavilion" at the beginning and wanted to make Lu Yuan's life worse than death?

Settle accounts after the fall!

I didn't have a good life.

Zhou Dade threw the microphone, drove the girl in the room out, sat on the sofa, and poured the wine with a little trembling hand: "Brother, is the news accurate?"

Liang Qingyun: "100% accurate. ”

Zhou Dade: "Yes...... Compared with Tang Duwu and Xiangye, we are all small people. Even if the gods and goddesses really fight, will they worry about us?"

Liang Qingyun took a deep breath and said, "The day before yesterday, Tang Duwu took a few friends to one of my venues, Imperial City Entertainment, to spend money. ”

Zhou Dade: "Isn't this a good thing?"

Liang Qingyun: "When I learned the news, I immediately rushed over and gave her a free order." ”

Zhou Dade: "I gave her enough face, and there was nothing wrong with it." ”

Liang Qingyun sighed: "She bought the bill at the original price, and she consumed it all year this year, and the previous discount was paid in full." ”

Zhou Dade's face was embarrassed, and he turned a little pale: "This ...... What does that mean?"

Liang Qingyun had a bitter face: "What do you think?"

Zhou Dade only felt that his mouth was dry, swallowed his saliva, comforted the other party, and comforted himself: "Maybe people really don't want to go, don't want to take a small advantage?" Mr. Tang ...... Mr. Tang has a lot of adults, how can he do that kind of thing that only a girl can do?"

Liang Qingyun rubbed his face vigorously and said speechlessly: "Brother Zhou, those one-meter-long legs...... You say she's not a?"

Zhou Dade took out the cigarette, and the lighter failed to ignite several times in a row.

Liang Qingyun: "I heard the news. The day after tomorrow, Desheng autumn auction, there is a painting of Lu Yuan. ”

Zhou Dade's eyes lit up suddenly, the lighter was on, he took a big sip hard, and patted the hideous scar on his chest: "Hehe...... Brother, my brother has been very fond of calligraphy and painting recently...... Brother is a cultural person, you can't rob me. ”