From beginning to end, Lu Yuan never thought of asking Tang Duwu to help him get through this difficulty.

Ding Xiangguo is not a good person, but there is some truth, and it is really good.

In this world, there are two kinds of human affection.

One gets deeper and deeper the more you use it. The other, used once, is gone.

The first is true friends.

The second is the intertwined appearance of interests.

Lu Yuan wants to be friends with Tang Duwu.

He is self-aware, and his current self, whether it is status, money, connections, or ability, is not enough to support each other with Tang Duwu, support each other, and rely on each other.

Since he couldn't do this, then Song Yixiang didn't do anything, just looked at his face, said two vague and implicit threatening words, and Lu Yuan cried and cried his nose to find Tang Dudan, what is the difference between it and the little white face of soft rice?

It's too annoying.

Besides, since Song Yixiang dared to come to the door and show his face, it means that people must have relied on it.

Maybe exposed to the sun, these people are not enough to dance with Tang Solo.

The crux of the matter now is that except for Song Yixiang, no one knows how many of them there are, who they are, and what kind of strength they have.

He didn't dare to think about this kind of thing in a hundred battles, but he still wanted to know himself and his opponent.

Tang Rusheng really has some skills.

Early the next morning, someone brought the "equipment".

Four miniature cameras. Not much bigger than a fingernail.

10 million pixels, with infrared night shooting. There is a 64G memory card, which is enough storage.

Lu Yuan dialed Song Yixiang's phone number.

Song Yixiang: "Haha...... Brother, I've been waiting so hard for this call. ”

Lu Yuan: "Meet and talk?"

Song Yixiang: "No problem, you set the place and time." ”

Lu Yuan: "There is a Changhu Park near the university town. Lakeside bench, two in the morning. ”

Song Yixiang: "I'll be on time!"

At ten o'clock in the evening, I still go to the Enlightened Club.

Zero training ends.

At half past one, I came to Changhu Park.

In a secluded and uninhabited place, the magic pen was taken out, and the pen on the rice paper walked the dragon and snake, and after a while, the four wild cats came true.

Lu Yuan fixed the miniature camera that had been prepared a long time ago on the cat's body, and ordered: "Secretly follow the people who will meet me later, as well as those who have contact with him, don't be discovered." Come back to me tomorrow before it's gone. ”

At two o'clock in the morning, the moon has slanted to the west, the street lamps are full of shadows, and under the cool breeze, it seems more and more quiet in the dead of night.

A young man sits alone on a bench by the lake. It's quiet, like a statue.

A middle-aged man in a suit appeared behind him and laughed, "My brother is much smarter than Peter." ”

The young man didn't look back, and said calmly: "My dad is a plasterer, and he is on the construction site for most of the year. Meet a lot of small package foremen, where they need to go. He's putting tiles on people. Often husband and wife. My mom and cement, my dad shopped. When you cut the tiles, the dust is very large, and it is not much better to take a drink bottle, poke a hole in the lid, and moisten the water while cutting. My mom never smoked, but she had a terrible cough for the last two years. My dad often squatted for most of the day, and his back pain became an old problem. ”

Song Yixiang listened with a smile.

Lu Yuan: "Cheongju is a small city, but Cheongju Academy of Fine Arts is really good. The number that can be ranked in the whole country. Because of the school, Cheongju is known as a small art town, and with its beautiful mountains and rivers, many poets and calligraphers have settled there. I graduated two years ago. When I graduated, I was arrogant. I look forward to the day when I can become a painter myself. Don't expect a painting to sell for hundreds of thousands, it's good to sell for thirty or twenty thousand. Sell a few pieces a month, and you will get 100,000 yuan. I like to draw, and I can make money by drawing. I really don't have any regrets about the little day. But then it turned out that it was not like that at all. I opened a studio, except for the rent, and after the expenses, it would be good to have 20,000 or 30,000 yuan a year. Fortunately, I met my Uncle Tang. ”

Song Yixiang: "Tang Confucian's character, I didn't say anything. ”

Lu Yuan continued: "I'm finally getting a little better. These days, there are often some strange numbers coming in. I don't know how to find my phone number. Ask for a painting, two thousand per square foot, and there is even a boss who is willing to give five thousand per square foot, and let me draw a picture of Guanyin to send a child. I also met a girl, her name is Chenxi. Have you ever fallen in love with someone at first sight? Anyway, it's the first time I've met her. She sat in my studio and I helped her paint her portrait. There was sunlight shining through the window, she bowed her head slightly, and her bangs on her forehead were perfect. At that time, I was thinking about which pen would be able to hold this kind of stunner in my arms in the future...... I didn't expect me to be the pen. ”

Song Yixiang laughed playfully.

Lu Yuan: "Fate plays tricks on people like this. It had been confusing me for more than twenty years, and suddenly it began to favor me. I got to know Tang Solo. To be honest, I don't even know how much money she has or how much energy she has. But the current chairman of the dignified "Shengshi Datang Group", with a handful of care, I think I can eat and drink spicy food. I don't really have any big ambitions. I have two goals in life. One relies on his own preferences to make some money by selling paintings, so that my parents can have no worries about food and clothing, and be healthy in their old age. One is that I don't have to worry about food and clothing, and I can buy some beautiful clothes for my daughter-in-law. You see, knowing Uncle Tang, I am about to become a real painter. Knowing Tang Solo, my road will go much faster and smoother. In two or three years, or less, I will be able to marry Chenxi. My wish was about to come true, but you showed up. ”

Lu Yuan turned his head and looked at Song Yixiang: "I have always believed in a truth. In this world, no matter what it is, it is clearly priced. To join you is to destroy all my dreams that I am about to achieve. Even if I don't do anything well, I can't do it to your satisfaction. My parents' lives, my people's lives, my friends' lives, may be gone. You say I'm smarter than that Peter, I don't know, but one thing I know for sure is that I have a bigger appetite than him!"

Song Yixiang pointed at him and smiled: "I like you with a big appetite." In our place, those who dare to offer can create greater value. Let's say the number. ”

Lu Yuan stretched out three fingers.

Song Yixiang: "Card number, before ten o'clock tomorrow morning, 30 million will arrive in your account." ”

Lu Yuan: "It's not 30 million. ”

The smile on Song Yixiang's face gradually disappeared: "300 million, brother, your appetite is really not small." ”

Lu Yuan: "300 million is the entrance fee." I want 10 percent for every order in the future!"

The smile on Song Yixiang's face was completely gone.

He lit a cigarette and looked at Lu Yuan indifferently: "You have to think clearly, are you worth the price?"

Lu Yuan said what he said before: "Old Mr. Qi Baishi's butt is sold for 60 million. A few shrimps, sold for 90 million. Xu Beihong cultivated a field and sold it for more than 200 million. Zhang Daqian's peach source map sold for 270 million. The twelve screens of mountains and rivers were auctioned at a sky-high price of 900 million. This cake is huge! There are tens of millions of rich people in the world, and there are too many holes in their minds. If you don't have a pit, you are not afraid, you are the best at digging pits. Don't look for me for oil paintings or anything. Chinese painting, major genres, major masters, I can do it alone!"

Song Yixiang had a calm face, his brows were twisted into pimples, and he smoked silently.

Lu Yuan looked at the lake and said lightly: "In the 21st century, talent is the greatest competitiveness. With me on board, you're like a tiger with wings. Without me, no matter how many rich people have holes in their heads, if your works are too flawed, they won't be able to pit these people. If you think about it, isn't that the truth?"

Song Yixiang finished smoking a cigarette and finally spoke: "I can't be the master." ”

Lu Yuan smiled.

Smiled sincerely.

He talked so much with Song Yixiang, the lion opened his mouth and shouted such a high price, just waiting for this sentence.

Song Yixiang got up: "Give me some time, wait for my reply." ”

Lu Yuan: "It's okay, the big boss has a lot of opportunities, and a small person like me has a lot of time." ”

Song Yixiang raised his feet and left.

Walked far away, and suddenly stopped.

He hesitated for a long time, then turned around and said, "Lu Yuan, you should also think about it." 300 million, 10 percent per order. If this money is opened, there will be many people who are willing to go to prison for the rest of their lives. What do you guess they will do before they eat in jail?"

Lu Yuan shook his head and smiled, very disdainful, and waved his hand: "Let's go, you are not a businessman." ”

"You despise me?"

Song Yixiang had a calm face and looked at Lu Yuan intently.

But his eyes glared out, Lu Yuan opened the conditions, he really didn't dare to kill Lu Yuan like this.

With a cold snort, Song Yixiang turned around and left.

In the depths of the bushes, four wild cats, hibernating, followed silently.