Long Shancheng's overly blunt words made Mr. Chen laugh angrily. His good impression of Long Shancheng fell instantly, and he thought he was a painter with real talent and hard work, but he didn't expect that he was the same person who lost money. This is nothing more than an attempt to sit on the ground and raise the price.

Mr. Chen thought he had seen through Long Shancheng's thoughts.

"What I want has not slipped through my fingers, and I believe there will be no exceptions." The buyer, Mr. Chen, pointed to his chest with a big finger: "Unless you don't want to sell me this face, I have always been kind to others, others respect me, I will respect him, others don't give me face......"

Mr. Chen had something to say, and Long Shancheng knew that it was a naked threat.

What this bastard means is that he has to sell this painting today, and he has to sell it if he doesn't sell it. He unconsciously put his hands on the drawing board on his knees, and without uncovering the black bag canvas, he pressed his hands on the drawing board with three points of force.

Mr. Chen's small spoon of coffee lightly tapped the white cup twice, and Long Shancheng secretly said that he was careless, and he didn't even notice that there were two people hiding in his three or four seats, monitoring his every move.

The two tall men knew at a glance that they were Mr. Chen's bodyguards or subordinates. They stood beside Long Shancheng on the left and right, forming a silent threat.

He knew that his well-intentioned persuasion had no effect, and that this painting could bring bad luck to the other party.

I'm afraid you can't take it, self-righteous guy.

Long Shancheng glanced at Mr. Chen vaguely, and according to his experience, it would not be long before this high-spirited Mr. Chen would become a colorless black-and-white photograph like many people who did not listen to his advice. After death, the remains are hung high on the wall for relatives and friends to mourn.

"Well, I can see that Mr. Chen is bound to win my paintings." Long Shancheng sighed leisurely, removed the coffee in front of him, and put the painting wrapped in black cloth on the table: "I declare in advance that there are some unknown places in my painting, and if something happens, I will not be responsible." ”

Mr. Chen impatiently took out two small bundles of neatly bundled bills, threw them on Long Shancheng, and said impatiently: "Take the money and go, the painting belongs to me." ”

Isn't it asking for money to talk so much? This money should be sent away, the intermediary seems to be unreliable, listening to his description, I thought he was a high-minded genius painter, but I didn't expect that the greed for money was engraved in my bones, and now I want to make another profit.

Long Shancheng was in a good mood and checked the banknotes in his hand and put them properly on the inner lining of his shirt. If the pickpocket wants to steal his wallet, he also has to weigh how many pounds and taels he has, and these two linings are specially changed by him to put money.

His own ID card could not be used, and he had become a notorious black householder. The bank card used by Tiger to send money was opened by the ID card of a person in a small village 108,000 miles away from Modri that he casually found, and some villages could not use the ID card several times in their lifetime, so this kind of black business of ID card leasing was born.

But he also knew that this kind of bank card opened by someone else's ID card was not insured, so after receiving the money, he would take out the money within three days and exchange the cash for gold bars that kept their value. Gold and silver have been the general equivalent since ancient times, and they are not much affected by market fluctuations, whether in terms of value or use value.

As long as human beings do not carry out large-scale space development, then the money in his hand will definitely not be affected. According to his calculations, he was already buried in the earth by that time, a blank of dirt. It was hundreds or thousands of years later, and it had nothing to do with him now.

He didn't believe a word about the afterlife and the sins of the missionaries and the bald donkeys, and the churches and pagodas all over the world were built all over the garden, and when he went to pick up their fund-raising boxes, the dust under them was all falling gold dust.

For people like them, it is useless to pray to God and Buddha, but to cheapen the fat belly of those so-called believers - it turns into pale yellow fat.

But he believed in ghosts, and he had personally experienced things that ordinary people would never encounter in their lifetime.

He evoked a gloating smile, that dog-eyed Mr. Chen, I hope you can bear it, their revenge......

In the café, Mr. Chen's eyes lit up, and he stroked the black cloth wrapped in the drawing board as if touching the skin of a peerless beauty. He couldn't wait to open the painting inside, and at first glance he was frightened and froze in place.

It seems to be an alternative self-portrait, the corners of the old man's mouth on both sides of the painting are hooked high, reaching an arc that is absolutely impossible for human beings to reach, but his eyes are very wide open, this weird, terrifying, helpless sense of immediacy...... Greatly pleasing to his senses......

He looked obsessively at the ghost's self-portrait, and then saw the two bodyguards with puzzled eyes.

They couldn't understand why their boss's face became demented after seeing the painting. It's like the mentally ill people they've seen, and their faces are also filled with fanaticism and persistence that ordinary people can't understand with similar paranoia.

"What are you doing here? Drive me over! ”

Mr. Chen shouted with a tiger face.

They became interested in my paintings, and such a masterpiece should never be seen by anyone outside of themselves. Otherwise, someone will definitely snatch my baby away.

He hugged the painting in his hand tightly, and the two bodyguards only saw the back of the painting due to the angle.

The so-called receiving money from others eliminates disasters for others.

They are just two part-time workers, and they are not surprised by the employer's crazy expression as if they are sick. Whenever he received a painting that he was satisfied with, he couldn't help but make a similar look. It's just that this time the painting satisfaction is a little high, and the paranoia on his face will be a little too much.

The two looked at each other, and then one of them walked out of the café.

Mr. Chen said with displeasure on his face, "Why are you still here?" ”

"I ...... I'm here to protect you. ”

The bodyguard who stayed behind said respectfully, wondering in his heart that Mr. Chen's appearance today didn't seem right. But he couldn't say what was wrong.

"No!:"

"You drive with him."

Mr. Chen's words are non-negotiable.

The resolute attitude made the bodyguard dare not go against his will and walked straight out of the door.

After neither of them were in the café, he let his guard down. Putting the painting up and throwing himself into it in such a fit that he felt that his soul overlapped with the painting at a certain moment, and he saw himself smiling in the painting.

If the person in the painting is himself, who will be the person holding the painting in his hand now?

His soul was in a trance, his limbs were full of bones, as if he was soaking in the hot spring water, and this kind of lost and confused beauty was not the ultimate door to art that he had been pursuing.

"Sir, do you need help?"

It turned out to be a waiter in a café, and he was alone in a daze at the painting, and the coffee in front of him was no longer steaming. I thought that this customer was dissatisfied with the service provided by their café, so he came to ask.

"No, I don't need help." Mr. Chen covered the painting, then counted out two large bills in his wallet, slapped them on the table and said, "Checkout." ”

Then, he wrapped the painting in a black cloth, and left the café with his blazer undressed, just hanging it in his hand.

"Are rich people surprised?"

He put the money in his pocket and happily removed the two cups of coffee that had cooled down.

After the balance, he can also receive some tips.

There are always some customers who don't need change, and their change is naturally cheaper than the waiter who checks out the bill.

The bodyguard sat in the front row, and Mr. Chen and the painting were in the back seat.

The traffic outside the car window was busy, and there was no way to affect the heat in his heart.

He was going to hide the painting and not tell anyone.

Including his parents, his friends, his wife.

He had to stare at the painting all the time, and the thought of it disappearing in his hands made him breathe.

Tiger paid the balance to the bank card, and the price of the painting negotiated with Mr. Chen was 50,000 yuan. Also, the money that was thrown at him, the money that came for nothing, don't want it in vain. Just think of it as helping him accumulate some virtue before he dies, let him relieve himself, this kind of hesitant thing in the upper circle, he has not heard of it less.

After half a month, I heard the news of Mr. Chen again, and it was from the mouth of the tiger.

"Yama, your painting is still so evil, I've seen that Mr. Chen, it doesn't look short-lived, do you know what happened after you bought back that painting?"

"Mr. Chen, I haven't sold a painting to the person surnamed Chen, Laohu, you have a bad memory, and you remember the person who bought my painting wrong."

He would not admit anything related to it, the death of the buyer named Mr. Chen, whom he had known three days ago.

"That's right, that's right, look at my memory."

"I'm mistaken, no one asks you to paint these days, and the business is a little difficult. I have a rumor from a friend here, so let's talk to my brother. ”

"Oh? Let's hear it. ”

"I heard that there was a young boss surnamed Chen, after buying a painting and returning home, he was like a ghost, leaving his young and beautiful young model wife alone, locking himself and the painting in the house every day, and closing the curtains and other things that could block the light. Every time the maid delivered a meal, the meal was almost unchanged, and then his wife couldn't stand it, so she asked a strong man to drag him out of the door, saying that he wanted to find his father-in-law and mother-in-law to theorize. ”

The tiger's voice was a little gloomy, and he deliberately lowered his voice and said, "...... Just after the two of them pulled and pulled into the car, the boss Chen clamored to go home to get the goods, to move the driver's steering wheel, and the car lost control and crashed into the street lamp next to it. The evil thing is that the car's airbag actually failed, and the two couples who were not wearing seat belts flew out of the car. Half of Boss Chen's head was knocked off, and his flower-like wife's neck was broken into a strange shape, only their driver's ribs were broken by the seat belt, and he was sent to the hospital to snatch it and pick up a road. These news were secretly revealed to others by him later. ”

Long Shancheng covered the painting, and importantly covered it with a white canvas to block the painting tightly.

"Your story sounds quite scary, it's a bit level, and you can use it to scare children."

He joked that he knew the story was true, and although there were discrepancies, it would not be much different. Because the painting reappeared in front of his house, as it had done the previous times, it was as if he had grown his legs and ran back to him.

He has encountered this kind of thing several times, and it is a tragedy caused by others forcibly buying his paintings.

He didn't have much sympathy, and his heart was now harder than a stone.

The paintings in the house have also sold a lot, as long as the owner of the painting "admitted", so far, I have not heard the tiger say that they have an accident, and the safety should be guaranteed to a certain extent. Otherwise, his paintings would not continue to be noticed, and I am afraid that no one will care about them for fear of the curse of painting.

Over the years, a lot of paintings have been sold, but the house is still full of paintings.

He replenished the paintings in the room at a pace that he thought was terrifying.

It was a cage, a cage forged by his own hands.

All those who forcibly bought his paintings, they thought that all they paid was money, and the hatred of an insignificant person. In fact, they also paid with their own lives. The price of forced purchase is to rush for their lives, and the power entrenched in the shadows will demand their lives by all sorts of plausible means.