I don't know when Dongcheng had a few more scrolls in his hand, and he was holding 150,000 ink treasures, and his mind was empty.

Dongcheng's mobile phone rang suddenly, and he hurriedly reached out and answered it quickly.

"Director, why did you call?" Dongcheng asked weakly.

"If I don't call you, you'll go to heaven. What's going on today? The other party asked unceremoniously.

"Director, you're talking about the bazaar, right? I do a good job with my girlfriend. "Dongcheng flexibly took the risk off.

"Public welfare with your girlfriend? Singing with you on stage? ”

A cold sweat oozed from Dongcheng's head, what Liu Kai said was not to scare him, this broadcast truck did exist. He quickly searched for the location of the camera in his mind to see which of his movements were recorded. Dongcheng was asked by the director like this, and he really didn't know how to answer. Charity performance, it's a fucking live broadcast! Dongcheng was so angry that he gritted his teeth, and he wanted to destroy the synagogue.

"Hey, what are you doing, why don't you answer?" The other party urged.

Dongcheng's skull is about to crack, how to answer this? If you immediately deny that you are not a lover and friend on stage, then those performances just now will become a criticism of being attacked, but if you admit that it is a lover relationship, then what explanation should she make for standing with Li Yuxin and herself standing with Yingzi? Dongcheng felt a little lack of oxygen in his head, he couldn't get around this cocoon, and he couldn't avoid the leader's questioning.

"Director, didn't I just light a cigarette, take a puff first, and have a good time." Dongcheng was sloppy.

"Don't talk nonsense with me, what kind of cigarette is so good to smoke?" There was a hint of information in the other party's seemingly accusatory tone.

Dongcheng hasn't learned anything for so many years, but he has learned to be obedient, and when he saw the turnaround, he immediately said with a smile: "3, why don't I give you some?" ”

"Piggybacking on what? Come and report back to me. After saying that, he pinched the phone.

Dongcheng bit his lip and wondered where to get him a 3-digit China.

Liu Kai didn't go far, although he had a bad breath in his chest, he also knew that Dongcheng was not so easy to be turned over. When he heard the prefix 3, he instantly thought about it.

Dongcheng searched for a long time before he found the goods he wanted at the wholesale market on Fu Street.

"An 800 apiece." A middle-aged man with a beard said.

"Bring me two." Dongcheng ordered 1600 and threw it on the counter.

The man smiled, spat on his fingers, and clicked them one by one, and after confirming that it was 16, he bent down and half-knelt on the ground, and felt out two of the Chinese that had been prepared from the gap between the counter and the ground.

"Give, the money and goods are cleared." The man straightened up and handed him the cigarette.

"Is it a 3?" Dongcheng took the cigarette and looked back and forth at the light, and then asked.

"See clearly before you go." He wiped his beard and said at him.

"Oh." Dongcheng saw 330 under Huabiao in a trance, so without saying a word, he grabbed a plastic bag and walked Zhonghua inside.

"You go slowly, next time." The beard shouted at his back.

At this moment, a boy with dyed blonde hair came out of the room and smiled "hehe" at his beard......

Dongcheng took a taxi to the director's house.

"Dongcheng, you kid came to my door with the painting in his hand to show off?" The director was in his 50s, his hair was thinning, and he was slightly depressed, and he saw Dongcheng holding five painting scrolls and carrying a plastic bag in his hand, which looked like a goose.

"Director, you're joking." Dongcheng said as he placed the plastic bag in his hand on the table.

"What is this?" The Director asked. Funny

"Two boxes of peach slices, snacks, eat by the way." Dongcheng thought to himself, and asked knowingly.

"Then you're welcome, I'll put it away first." The director smiled and looked at the Huabiao on the cigarette case, nodding frequently. At this time, his wife also slipped out of the bedroom and took the two cigarettes inside.

"Take out the baby you took out and open our eyes." The Director brought it up in passing.

"Lord Director, I haven't come to my senses yet." Dongcheng smiled, put the scrolls in his arms on the table and lined them up, and then showed them to him one by one.

"This painting is good, the tiger is majestic." The director fell in love with Li Jian's tiger, and his eyes kept shining.

Dongcheng is not stupid, he hurriedly put away the painting for him, and it should be a belated New Year's painting.

"Dongcheng, you're making a bit of a big deal today." The director played an official role.

"I'm here for charity." Dongcheng argued.

"It's okay to be charitable, it's just that you're too ostentatious." The director criticized.

"I was wrong. I didn't take into account the magnitude of the problem. Dongcheng lowered his head and reviewed vigorously.

"Young people, it's better to keep a low profile. Millions of people are staring at you! The director commented.

"The leader is right. I'll pay attention next time. "Dongcheng keeps pounding garlic like a grandson.

"Hey, I don't even know what to say about you, and I went up and howled twice, it's really you." The director sneered.

"I wanted to give you a long face, but I didn't expect it to be live." Dongcheng said with a mournful cry.

"Let's go back and check it out. Write down what happened and see what it says. The director comforted him, and his heart started Xiao Jiujiu early. I wanted to get a few more paintings, but these paintings were exposed in the media, and if I left them rashly, I was also asking for trouble for myself.

"Then I'll go first, see you another day." Dongcheng picked up a gap and picked up the leftover painting scrolls selected by the leaders and walked through the streets.

Dongcheng's mood slowly picked up, today he used more than 10 tens of thousands of dollars to get over the addiction of a rich man, thinking about Xu Qian's delicate figure, he had an urge to drool.

How do you mix this product? Dongcheng's heart was full of bells and whistles, and at this time, he remembered an old acquaintance, so he called him.

The other party let out an "ah" in the earpiece and didn't speak for a long time.

Dongcheng chatted for a while, but the other party still didn't make a sound.

"Speak! If you don't speak, how do I know if you can take this job? "The fire in the east city is burning Sanye, and the anger is not scattered to the other party.

The other party was silent for a long time before he said slowly: "It's too difficult, it's not easy to do." ”

"It's because it's hard to do it, so if it's easy to do, will I still look for you? Besides, we're partners. "It's hard for Dongcheng to free up his hand to smoke, you see he has a few scrolls in his left hand and a phone in his right hand. Only when he put the phone around his neck and freed his right hand did he take out the cigarette case from his trouser pocket, put it in his mouth, put the cigarette case back in his trouser pocket, and took out a lighter and lit the cigarette.

"Okay, I'll take this sentence for you." The other party knows what you mean by saying that you are a partner, and if you don't take this job, then you won't cooperate.

"I don't embarrass you, it's hard work of 20,000 yuan, you weigh when to do it." The price of Dongcheng is very realistic, it is simply a dinner with Xu Qian.

The other party was not verbose, and directly asked him to transfer the money into the company and wait for the arrangement.

Dongcheng loves to listen to the voices of others collecting money, because after collecting money, he has to do things, and he thinks that this matter will also fall to the dust, and nails will be nailed on the bench. So, I quickly found a bank nearby and transferred the money to the other company.

As the saying goes, people are in good spirits when they are happy, and as soon as Dongcheng finished transferring the money, he unconsciously hummed the song he had just sung on the stage......