Didn't my father say that those literati regarded themselves as the most noble, and kept saying that money was like dung?

"There's a shopkeeper in Lao."

Zhang Meishou stood up.

"Cousin, cousin, you wait for me." Song Fuqi hurriedly wanted to follow.

Song Fujin also stepped forward.

"The two sons are slow." The shopkeeper stopped the person with a smile: "Mr. Luo only promised to see this little boy alone." ”

Song Fuqi's eyes widened and he looked at the little guy beside him.

Isn't it just gold leaf, he has so much!

When it comes to being rich, my cousin is far worse than him!

"The little boy misunderstood......" The shopkeeper waved his hand again and again, and the smile on his face did not decrease.

Gold and silver are important, but it's not just gold and silver that matter.

If not, what reputation will there be if it spreads?

This little boy is obviously far less intelligent and transparent than the one just now.

Many people heard the sound and saw the scene of the shopkeeper refusing the gold leaf.

That little fat man in a fine dress...... It's really vulgar, marketable, defiled and elegant, and insulting!

Sensing several disdainful gazes falling on him, Song Fuqi's fat face turned red, but he straightened his chest.

What do you do watching him do like that? It's not his fault that he's rich!

But this shopkeeper is really inexplicable, could it be that my cousin's gold leaves are fragrant, and his gold leaves are stinky!

Seeing that there was really no need to discuss, Song Fuqi shouted loudly towards Zhang Meishou's back: "Cousin, cousin, I have something very important to say to you!" ”

He suddenly remembered a rumor that he didn't know whether it was true or not, and wanted his cousin to help confirm it by the way.

Zhang Meishou already felt a headache when he heard the voice of the second cousin.

I have to say that she has no expectations for the so-called "extremely important words" in the mouth of her second cousin, and even wants to gag his mouth.

Zhang Meishou only sighed, and asked Ah Li to go back and confess to Song Fuqi and wait for her to come out nearby.

After all, the second cousin himself said that if you make a loud noise, you will be kicked out.

Sure enough, Song Fuqi was soon invited out by the guys in the Wuliu Pavilion.

And Ah Li, who turned back, brought back a news that surprised Zhang Meishou.

"The second cousin said that he had heard his uncle say that Old Man Song seems to be an old acquaintance with the Mr. Luo you want to meet."

Zhang Meishou was quite surprised.

Maternal grandfather and Mr. Luo are old acquaintances?

If it was true, then she opened her mouth to ask for a painting today, maybe it would be more comfortable.

Zhang Meishou thought about it for a while, and was invited into a brightly lit private room in the backyard.

The private room is divided into two rooms, inside and outside, separated by a bamboo curtain, at this time the bamboo curtain is only half opened, and the situation in the room is still not clear.

"Mr. Luo, Mr. Zhang has been brought."

No voice could be heard from within, only a man who looked like a servant stepped out.

At this time, Zhang Meishou found out that there was someone else in the room.

The little boy in brocade also looked at her, and the two of them looked at each other, and they were stunned for a while.

Ah Li was also surprised.

Isn't this the son who just bought the little girl who sold her body to bury her mother on the street?

Why is he here?

Zhu Xizhou looked at Zhang Meishou for a moment, and then withdrew his gaze.

Zhang Meishou also looked at the servant who came out of the room.

"Dare to ask when Mr. Luo will be able to come out to meet?" Zhu Xizhou couldn't help but ask.

He was clearly in a hurry.

But I heard the servant say: "I will ask the two of you about your intentions today, and ask the two little sons to answer truthfully." ”

Zhu Xizhou hesitated for a moment.

In comparison, Zhang Meishou is much more straightforward: "The younger generation is here for painting." ”

There was a laugh of unknown meaning from within.

"It's just a little doll, and there's a female doll mixed in." Said the man inside.

The servant looked at Zhang Meishou with some astonishment.

He hadn't noticed it before, but now that he looked closely, he found that the disguised facial features of the child in front of him were still too pretty.

But the child in front of him didn't see the slightest panic and shame after being exposed, and only smiled in the direction of the inner room and said, "Mr. really has a good eye." ”

After a while, laughter was heard again.

Luo Fu sat crookedly on the Luohan bed, his face full of amusement.

Is this boasting or boasting?

Didn't this girl doll accidentally say two more words?

Oh, or maybe it was intentional, just to get his attention—the more silver dolls there were in the house, the more there were more eyes in the heart.

"The juniors came here to ask Mr. Luo about something." Zhu Xizhou only spoke at this time.

Luo Fu said "oh" and said through the curtain: "But I only saw one today." ”

Zhu Xizhou and Zhang Meishou were both stunned.

"Girl, I really have something important to inquire with Mr. Luo-" Zhu Xizhou bowed to Zhang Meishou, and his voice was gentle: "Therefore, I want to be cheeky and ask the girl to give up the opportunity, if the girl is a person who loves painting, there are a lot of famous paintings in the next house, which can be selected by the girl and given to the girl as a thank you." ”

Zhang Meishou: "I know it's cheeky, why do I have to say it?" Can exchanging silver for a painting show respect for others? ”

Zhu Xizhou's face froze.

How, how can there be such a speaker?

And it's still a girl's house.

"Besides, I came to ask for Mr. Luo's paintings, but you asked me to choose paintings by other famous artists, which is inexplicable. And you use this in exchange, do you think that Mr. Luo's paintings are not as good as the paintings of other famous artists? It's just that you think so, but I don't. ”

Zhang Meishou got rid of the dog-legged tone of "You can insult me, but you can't despise Mr. Luo".

Luo Fu listened with joy.

Well...... That's a good piece of sycophancy.

"The girl misunderstood, I have no intention of doing this......" Zhu Xizhou explained with a complicated face, and then said no more.

He really didn't want to argue with such a sharp-tongued little woman, for fear that he would not be able to speak well.

Zhang Meishou turned his head back.

No wonder Wanxi said that this is a noodle melon with a knife, no matter how noisy you are, he looks like "not with you", and the word scholarly upbringing is brought to the extreme.

Even if he is wrong, he can be calm and rational, disdain to argue with you and explain, and coldly treat you as a rude shrew-

Wanxi's temperament is not angry and dead, but it is also an ancient miracle that God has opened his eyes.

"Who do I see but who I don't see, and when will it be your turn to make your own decisions? Shall I see you, or will you see me? ”

In the middle of the room, Luo Fu said with a sneer.

Zhu Xizhou lowered his head and said, "It's the juniors who misunderstood the meaning of Mr.'s words, Mr. Wanwang forgive me." ”

Luo Fu didn't answer his words, but said bluntly: "If you want to get something from me, let me see if you have this ability-Poria, take paper and pen for them." ”

Ah Li almost covered her mouth and exclaimed.

Oh my God, her girl looks unusual, but she hasn't learned a few words yet!

Forgive her for being unfaithful, at such a moment, she Ali can't blindly brag about it.