It's scary to think about, it's really scary. At this time, Yu Qiufang's mind was not only frightened, but also a deep fear, which was a fear with a crisis, and if she was not careful, she would fall into the abyss.

Yu Qiufang suddenly reluctantly wanted to recapture the scroll she had just handed over. Her mind seemed to be seen through by Smith, he smiled and said: "Miss Yu, I find that you are a very contradictory person, you want to make money, and you want to protect these beautiful calligraphy and paintings, you must know that I can cooperate with you and others, do you know why?" ”

Smith paused for a moment and said to himself, "Because I'm rich!" In the words of you Chinese, it is that money can make ghosts grind. ”

Yu Qiufang looked at his spirit of pointing fingers, she was convinced, and Yu Qiufang was not alone in being convinced for three buckets of rice. She firmly believes that she will also be impressed if she is Li Yuxin. Although she was a little disgusted in her heart, she quickly returned to reality, and she persuaded herself to obediently carry out this cultural activity according to the will of the city leaders.

"Miss Yu, you are very cute and smart, if I don't have a wife, I will definitely find you as a girlfriend." Smith began to express his inner thoughts nakedly, but Yu Qiufang didn't mean it at all, she was all about Li Yuxin, and even directly regarded Li Yuxin as an indispensable part of her life.

“No！ You're not my thing! Yu Qiufang decisively dispelled the other party's ridicule.

"And who's your dish?" Smith asked her with a smile.

"Trade secrets!" Yu Qiufang replied to his spy in a short four words.

"Oh? This is the first time I've heard of it, let me guess. Smith pretended to be deep in thought, he focused his gaze on Yu Qiufang's face, and finally rested on her eyes, staring at her motionlessly.

Yu Qiufang blushed when she was seen, and there was a beautiful Chinese red floating on her neck.

"As far as I can guess, it must be the secret room!" Smith scratched his ears slyly and said with a radiant look.

"Don't guess. Do you want to continue working? Yu Qiufang stepped on Smith's rhythm and told him directly that he would disband without work!

"Alright, alright, Miss Yu, I beg you to continue to work for me, and I will pay you a lot of money." Smith gave up the war of words and returned to reality all at once.

“OK！ Bye! After saying that, Yu Qiufang left Smith's temporary office location: Xingyue Teahouse.

Smith put away the scroll and took it to a safe rented by the Agricultural Bank. He looked at his watch and thought he was already wandering the streets. Unlike in the past, he did not go on the schedule with the municipal dignitaries, he avoided those well-intentioned accompaniments, and took a break to see the cultural heritage of the people.

A non-assuming snack bar gave him a taste of something unique, and the crowd of people made him curious, so he had to go in and see what delicious food was available to keep the stomach of these guests.

When he stepped into the gate for the first time, he was stunned, the painting on the wall made him dumbfounded, lifelike cranes frolicking in the forest, this style of painting, this brush, how is it so similar to his style? In particular, the level of rendering is almost a master. When he stared at the inscription, he smiled, yes, it was really him: Li Yuxin!

Smith smiled and found an empty seat and sat down leisurely.

When the boss saw a foreigner sitting in his shop, he couldn't help but feel a little panicked. He stubbornly walked up and said, "Hello, what are you eating?" ”

"I'll just do it, what are you doing in the store, can you introduce me?" Smith was not very demanding, and looked at each other with a smile.

"It's not a lot of good food, it's just a few ordinary snacks." The boss is a sincere person, and when he saw that the other party could speak Chinese, his heart that was hanging at first instantly put it in his stomach.

Seeing this, Smith had no choice but to squeeze out a smile and say, "Boss, you can just get some and give you a pot of soaking wine." ”

"Okay, how about I give you a whole bowl of spicy tang and a bowl of wonton stew plus a small cold dish?" The boss didn't want to hack this foreigner, according to his meaning, if he couldn't finish eating, it would be a waste of food.

“OK！ Do it! Smith snapped his fingers and said excitedly.

"Okay, you sit down first, I'll prepare!" The boss politely retreated to the kitchen and prepared his delicacies with his heart.

Smith sat at the dining table, staring at the paintings on the wall with bright eyes, nodding and smiling. E-book house

"Sir, your meal is ready." The boss brought a bowl of red and fresh spicy tang, a bowl of wonton stew made of soup bones, and a plate of peanuts and stone flowers mixed with folded ear roots.

Smith nodded with a smile and stretched out the chopsticks in his hand to the food on his plate. The boss handed over a pot of home-brewed medicinal wine, which was very beautiful.

Smith poured himself a drink, took two or three sips, and suddenly a burning sensation burned through his entire body, but it was soft in his mouth, with a faint sweetness. It was this hidden sweetness that made Smith careless, he originally planned to drink the ambergris in the cup in seven sips, and drank the Meng Po soup in the world in three sips on a whim.

"Delicious!" Smith stood up with a little excitement and yelled as he grabbed his boss's hand.

"Foreign brother, if you think it's delicious, drink more." The owner kept smiling all the time.

"Chinese boss, did you open this shop yourself?" Smith inquired.

"Yes!" The boss spat out half-baked salt-and-pepper English words.

"I'd like to discuss something with you." Smith began to operate his purpose.

"Tell me, what's the matter?" The boss looked at him with some confusion.

"I want to buy your paintings?" Smith hit the nail on target.

"What painting?" The boss gave him a cautious look.

"Don't be nervous, I want that painting on your wall." Smith said confidently.

"Paintings on the wall?" The boss couldn't believe what was in front of him either.

"yes, yes. You just have to take it. Smith didn't stupidly let it be taken off the wall.

As soon as I heard this, the boss was stupid, how could I have the ability to take it down from this thing that was sitting on the wall. Hurriedly shook his head and refused Smith's request.

"The price is good, how about I pay 100,000?" Smith wanted to spy on the market.

"Foreign brother, if you give 1 million, I can't do anything." The boss expressed his helplessness.

"1 million? Don't sell it? Smith's first reaction was that the other party took the opportunity to make money.

"If you can take it, I won't take a penny." The boss looked at each other with a smile, but Smith didn't appreciate it, and stood up to get the plaque. But when he first touched the wall, he was also stupid, what kind of plaque is there, it is directly a wall.

Smith's hand froze in mid-air, retracting a bit like a slap in the face. His smile was also a little deformed, how could this be, obviously what he saw in his eyes was a plaque, how could it become a wall?

"So, I won't sell this wall," the boss said with a look of ambition.

"I'll give you 300,000, and I'll find someone to be responsible for the mapping." Smith was silent for a moment.

"I won't ask for money, I must keep this thing, no matter how poor I am, I won't sell it." The boss does not lack this money, only faith and determination.

"How can you sell it to me?" Smith asked anxiously.

"You can only appreciate it, you can't collect it!" The boss smiled and resolved each other's embarrassment.