Long Shan Cheng stuffed the ledger back into the tarpaulin with a thief's heart, hastily pressed it with tiles, looked around, and sat on it.

Then, he glanced around and discovered the source of the voice.

His phone's screen lit up.

It's not a popular smartphone, the paint on the buttons of the old feature phone peels off a lot, few people still use such a mobile phone, and even the aunt who buys vegetables in the market has a large-screen touch screen feature phone.

The mobile phone in Long Shancheng's hand is a very old model. This phone was put ten years ago, and it was definitely a trendy model, the kind that everyone on the street cast envious eyes on.

"Hey."

Seeing the caller displayed on the screen, Long Shancheng's heart relaxed.

"Yama, long time no see."

The man's voice was playful and lighthearted, and it sounded as if it was shouting through frosted glass or through the rain, and it didn't sound so real to the ears.

Lung Shan Cheng is not surprised by this, because the sellers who want to buy his paintings do not want to get into trouble, including the connectors with whom he is on the phone. Or, in other words, an intermediary, who is responsible for connecting buyers and sellers. In his early years, no one cared about the paintings in his hand, and by chance, he met this connector, so that his paintings became popular, and he was able to rely on these paintings without worrying about food and clothing.

He didn't know the other party's real name, the voice of the other party talking to him on the phone, he suspected that it had been synthesized by software, or some kind of high-quality voice changer, anyway, the man's voice he heard now was definitely not the other party's real timbre.

The connector has a nickname, called Tiger.

"Tiger, it turned out to be you."

"What? Who do you think it is? ”

Longshan Cheng Pin thought a little extraordinary, but he didn't think deeply, the other party's cooperation with him has always been harmonious, and he can still give the other party basic trust. For more than ten years, the other party was tight-lipped and did not leak any news about him to the seller. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to stay here so comfortably, staying for ten years.

The tiger then said, "There's a big guy who wants to buy your paintings, and he wants a female puppet who looks like a human." ”

Female, that is, female, puppet, then ghost.

They are evasive in this line, and they are obscure about the word ghost, and generally use similar homophones or near-syllable words instead.

As the name suggests, a female golem is a female ghost.

Long Shancheng couldn't help but scold.

"Really good at playing!"

He was also a little related to the upper class at that time, but at that time, people regarded these things as bad things, and they wanted to throw them as far as they wanted.

What does he want this painting for? Is it used as the object of a secret marriage, and is it lustful every day?

Long Shan Cheng suddenly thought of a cold joke, but this joke was not funny at all.

He looked in the living room, and the painting he had done before happened to be a girl in the mood for love. A female ghost dressed in human skin, he has painted so many paintings, and the ominous feeling brought to him is not as good as this painting.

He didn't know the main character in the painting, maybe it was some unlucky ghost who accidentally died, and if he could change the painting, he couldn't ask for it.

"You know my rules, is his life hard enough? Don't blame me for something. ”

In the first few transactions, he met unreasonable customers, and he had money in his hands, so he looked at the bottom of the crowd. He repeatedly warned him that he was not suitable for the painting, but there was no way, the man thought that he looked down on him, so he took the painting away, and as a result, in half a month, the news of the man's car accident spread. And the painting, which was forcibly taken away, suddenly appeared in front of his house one day.

At that time, he was very angry, his address was not disclosed to the tiger, but the painting appeared on his doorstep. It was clear that his address had been leaked, but when he called, Tiger was also surprised, and asked him in a tone of ignorance, how could the painting come back to him?

As a connector, Tiger has never talked about trading on trading, and he will never intervene in anything other than trading.

After understanding, it was replaced by fear – the paintings had a life of their own.

They are like human beings, they have their own consciousness, and when they are painting, they may also be thinking and looking at them as a painter.

Long Shancheng was in a trance, and didn't pay attention to what the tiger said on the phone.

“…… You have a painting that fits the requirements. ”

"What did you say?"

Long Shancheng poured a sip of wine into his mouth, the effect of alcohol was very strong, and in an instant, he threw all the things he didn't want to recall and didn't dare to recall to the corner of his memory.

"Hey, I said, don't drop the chain, that's a new customer, be generous."

"How generous?"

Long Shancheng asked nonchalantly, he had also been to a first-line art exhibition (many years ago). That scene is called spectacular, all the rich people with heads and faces will sit together, because of the specious works of art, again and again holding up the number plate in their hands, hundreds of thousands of people come and go.

"He bids half a million, as long as he is satisfied."

The tiger lowered his voice.

Long Shancheng's breathing became short, although his paintings were bought, but so far the highest bid was almost 100,000, and the average price for each painting was only 20,000 or 30,000. Hearing this news, how could he not be excited, the value of his paintings suddenly increased dozens of times.

"Don't worry, he said that he still needs a lot, this kind of painting, I worked with him for the first time, and he said that he would decide whether to cooperate with me for a long time until he saw the goods. I mean, I'm sure you've got it......"

Tiger means to ask Long Shancheng, is the quality of his paintings high?

"Don't worry, it's genuine, painstakingly worked, and it was just finished a few days ago. It's a coincidence that you found me. ”

"Ho-ho." The tiger's laughter made people feel particularly uncomfortable, as if a mouthful of thick phlegm stuck in his throat was laughing: "People like us are not well-informed, where can we make money?" ”

"You and my old friend, you have always had a complete set of paintings here, if you can't find them here, I can only ask the broad guy for a few days to see if there are any suitable works for a few masters who are familiar with each other."

Long Shancheng moved the stool next to him, sat on his nephew and shook his legs gently, and it could be seen that his tense nerves had relaxed a lot.

"Don't gossip, it's still the old rule."

This is the tacit understanding between him and the tiger, he takes a picture of the painting and sends it to the other party by MMS, and the other party then shows the photo to the customer.

"It's still MMS, that's a little slow, let's send it to the software."

The tiger was happy to make a deal, and the laughter reached Long Shancheng's ears.

"Rules are rules, and they can't be broken."

Yongsan solemnly refused, and his residence could not be revealed. Even Fang Deshu and some tenants who have been close to him for ten years don't know his stage name and what his paintings are, but simply know that he makes a living by selling paintings.

"I just appreciate your rules, but this world is not so easy to talk about rules."

In the tiger's words, there is inexplicably a little lonely and vicissitudes.

"When the time comes, I'll send you a text message to inform you, hang up first."

As if nothing happened, Tiger ended the topic and hung up the phone.

Long Shancheng hesitated in front of the painting, he reached out and withdrew his hand, opened the drawer in the room, and took out a brand new SLR. The parameters of the camera have been adjusted, because indoors, IOS, shutter speed, aperture size, and color temperature are almost constant amounts, and the photos he takes when he opens the camera are very clear on the camera's monitoring screen.

Finally, he opened the painting he had completed a few days ago, and there was a girl with tiger teeth, looking at him with a smile. For a moment, the resentment in his eyes condensed into ice that could not be dissolved by lava.

Long Shancheng sighed into the palm of his hand, the temperature in the room seemed to drop a few degrees, and his fingers were a little stiff, and he couldn't hold the SLR camera well.

Then, he rubbed his hands together again, used the burst mode on the painting, took more than a dozen photos in a row, and then picked up the white canvas on the ground to cover the painting's true face.

Terrible.

Those were the only two words left in his mind, and now he had to recall the girl's face he had just seen, and he could only remember some of the obvious features, such as her two sharp canine teeth, and the vicious eyes that seemed to be pressed to his face.

Long Shancheng hung the SLR back to his neck and poured a few sips of whiskey in succession.

Calming down a bit, he covered the canvas again.

The memory card of the SLR was taken out and uploaded to the laptop, and he took the data cable to transfer the photos to the mobile phone.

Each photo is more than a dozen megabytes, and the transfer progress bar crawls like a snail.

After all, it is a model from ten years ago, and the data cables are all purchased by him online, and it is enough to transmit and store data.

Today's smartphones give him a sense of unsteadyness. The smartphone is very convenient for surfing the Internet, shopping, and taking photos, but it has so many functions that he can't guarantee that he knows if there is something else hidden inside, such as a small tracker or a hidden software that uses the phone's GPS to steal information. Long Shancheng didn't dare to bet on this kind of indefinite thing, so it was better to use this old mobile phone.

Although its mobile phone has been replaced by dozens of pieces, it looks unusually cold, but it is safe and reliable, providing him with security for more than ten years.

Not long after the MMS message was sent, Tiger replied to the message.

From: Tiger;

Do you know a boss with the surname Ann? Lately, he seems to be looking for someone,

At the same time, there is a low-resolution photo of a pot-bellied man with a black mole near the corner of his mouth on the left side of his face.

Long Shancheng was so nervous that he dialed back to the tiger with trembling fingers.

They didn't spare me, they knew I was alive, and they would come and look for the ledger.

He suppressed his rapid breathing so that his tone was normal.

"Tiger, what do you mean by that text message?"

Test?

Smell a rat?

Confirm?

His suspicious eyes were fixed on the tiger.

In the face of interests, there are no absolute friends.

Hopefully, they found Tiger and offered him a price he couldn't refuse.

This place can't stay any longer.

When you get the money, you will find people and snakes to smuggle abroad. The southern country next to it is fighting a civil war, and the management is not so strict.

I ran to the border and looked for someone to get an ID card, but I didn't think they would be able to find it.

Long Shancheng thought about selling the painting, got 500,000 yuan, and moved out of the old building.

"The rich man found me."

"You...... What did you tell him? Shocked that he was too nervous, he added: "You know, I hate trouble, I don't like people to disturb, don't worry about me!" ”

He faintly warned, shifting all the blame to the other party, as if he were an outsider.

"Don't worry, I just said a few words, and I was fooled."

"I have already sent the photos of the painting, if the negotiation is completed, I will send you an anonymous courier, you check and call the money, this time the deposit, I will pay half in advance."

The tiger was dissatisfied.

"It's a bit of a trick."

For a transaction, he charges a 10% handling fee, and he can earn 50,000 yuan for 500,000 paintings. Half of the deposit is 225,000, which is not in line with the previous regulations. The transaction has always paid a deposit of 30% in advance, and the balance payment will be sent within a week.

"If not, then the deal will be voided."

This is also a back-hand preparation, in case the tiger brings someone to find him. The 200,000 yuan that arrived first is worth a smuggling ticket, plus the proper arrangements over there. He still has almost 300,000 savings in his hand, which is the money he has earned over the years. The consumption of the southern country of the flail is not high, he can spend the rest of his life over there, and by the way, he can buy a young and beautiful little wife of the southern country of the flail.

The people over there didn't have enough to eat and don't have enough clothes, so he gave her food, a house to live in, clothes for her, and was as honest as a dog.

When the time comes......

He looked at the thin, soundless wall next door.

When the time comes, I'll never have to put up with these damn silly Bi anymore!