But Wu Xiaoyou was startled again after getting into the car, because there were still two big living people sitting inside.

Dapeng turned around, and looked at Wu Xiaoyou with bright eyes: "Hello, let me introduce myself, my name is Dapeng, and I am my master's good apprentice, what about you?" Is it a good friend of my master? ”

Wu Xiaoyou glared: "Master? Xiaolan, you ...... And apprentices? ”

Lannie's head was full of black lines: "Uh...... Oh, yes! I'm not...... I can draw! So I took in two apprentices, hehe, I took in two apprentices. ”

Wu Xiaoyou looked incredulous: "Xiaolan, you are amazing!" They all accepted apprentices! ”

Dapeng's eyes were blank: "Master, we don't learn kung fu, we learn to paint instead?" Master, it's okay to learn to draw, I was very fond of painting when I was a child, especially like to draw stool, I painted stool is the same as the real one, and I can change stool to ice cream with a few strokes, and the teacher praised me. ”

The car was quiet, and Xiaoyao gritted his teeth: "You shut up for me." ”

Dapeng blinked his eyes: "I suddenly want to eat ice cream, do you want to eat it?" ”

Lan Ni looked loveless: "Xiaoyou, he is ...... Silly, you ...... Don't be surprised. ”

Wu Xiaoyou nodded stunned, mentally handicapped children, understandable.

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Wu Xiaoyou and Lan Ni went to Rongcheng Shengding Entertainment Company and met Xia Xue's agent, who readily agreed to the endorsement and made an appointment to sign the contract next Monday.

Several people left Shengding Entertainment, Lan Ni sent Wu Xiaoyou back to the company, and then went to Zhou's Group, she told Zhou Jiayu the whole situation, Zhou Jiayu was very satisfied, and immediately changed the contract.

Lan Ni looked at the contract that had become better, and said with a smile: "Senior, when I pay the bonus, please eat." ”

Zhou Jiayu looked at Lan Ni, he always knew that she was beautiful, but when he saw it with his own eyes, he still couldn't help but be excited, he licked his lips: "If you don't pay a bonus, you can't invite me to a meal?" ”

Lan Ni said with a smile: "I have something to do at noon today, another day, another day!" ”

Zhou Jiayu glanced at her: "What day is another day?" It won't be the next century! ”

Lannie: "No, no, next Monday, next Monday at noon." ”

Zhou Jiayu: "Okay, at noon next Monday, I'll pick you up at your company." ”

Lan Ni: "Mmmm, I'm leaving, senior, Sa wants Nala~~" After speaking, Lan Ni put on a mask and left Zhou Jiayu's office.

Zhou Jiayu looked at the door and lost his mind for a long time.

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Lannie got into the car and asked, "Master, where are you going?" ”

Lan Ni immediately said, "Banyan City Art Museum." ”

Dapeng: "But master, it's past eleven o'clock, don't you eat?" ”

Lannie: "You send me to the museum, let's go to dinner!" ”

Dapeng: "Master, we haven't paid our salaries yet, so we didn't bring any money today." ”

Lan Ni's eyes widened, "What? You go out without money. ”

Xiaoyao was a little embarrassed: "No, master, I changed my clothes in the morning, and I didn't bring my wallet or phone." ”

Lannie: "What about the Roc?" ”

Xiaoyao: "He saves money, as long as he starts his salary, he deposits all the money in the bank, so he has no money at any time." ”

Reluctantly, Lanny opened her backpack and took five hundred dollars out of her purse and threw it to Xiaoyao.

Xiaoyao immediately said: "Master, don't need so much, let's just eat a bowl of noodles." ”

Dapeng snatched the money in Xiaoyao's hand: "Master, this is enough for us to eat fried noodles for half a month, thank you, master." ”

Xiaoyao glared at Dapeng: "Dapeng, don't go too far, bring the money." ”

Dapeng looked aggrieved, and handed the money to Xiaoyao again, Lan Ni sighed: "Okay, okay, I have your fourth master, the God of Wealth, as the backing, this little money is not even a cow's hair, take it!" ”

Xiaoyao turned around and handed the money to Lan Ni: "Master, it's enough for us to leave a hundred for lunch, you gave us red envelopes last time, we can't ask for your money anymore." ”

Dapeng suddenly howled loudly: "Master, you only gave me one dollar last time, but you gave Xiaoyao a thousand yuan." ”

Lannie had a headache, she opened her backpack again, and took out five hundred yuan from her bag: "Okay, make it up for you, now you take advantage, the master gave you one thousand and one, but only gave one thousand to Xiaoyao." ”

Xiaoyao: "Master, don't-"

Lannie: "Give it to him." ”

Xiaoyao took the five hundred yuan in Lan Ni's hand, and stuffed it with the five hundred yuan in his hand to Dapeng, who looked happy: "Thank you, master, thank you, master." ”

Lannie blinked, a thousand yuan was gone in such a moment, how could she feel fooled!

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Fang Guocheng wants to open an exhibition at the Rongcheng Art Museum, which has already caused a sensation in the streets and alleys of Rongcheng, and the aristocratic circle of Rongcheng has long been eager to try, so from eight o'clock in the morning, the first floor of the art museum is overcrowded.

It was already eleven o'clock at noon, and there were finally fewer people in the art museum, and Qiao Lishan's family walked and watched in the long corridor of the art museum.

Qiao Lishan and his second son Qiao Zhenhai walked in front, Qiao Zhenhai's wife Fang Yaru, daughter Qiao Keer, and son Qiao Kejia walked behind.

Fang Yaru sighed and said, "Although Fang Lao's paintings are very good, they are often tens of millions, which is too expensive!" ”

Qiao Keer said with a smile: "Mom, Fang Lao is the world's top oil painting master, I heard that last winter, Fang Lao's "Spring Farming Map" was auctioned for a sky-high price of 100 million in country M. ”

Fang Yaru looked surprised: "How much?" 100 million? OMG! Move your fingers and make 100 million with a few random strokes? It's too easy. ”

Qiao Keer smiled: "Mom, painting is also very hard, it is said that some oil paintings have to be painted for several years." ”

Fang Yaru frowned: "What about several years, your father gets up early every day and is greedy for darkness, and he can't earn 100 million yuan a year!" ”

Qiao Kejia, who had been silent, suddenly said: "Mom, this is art, and doing business with Dad are two different things." ”

Fang Yaru immediately turned her head and glared at Qiao Kejia: "Two different things? Say as if you understand very well, you say, do you understand art, or do you know how to do business, you don't know anything, just talk less. ”

Qiao Keer immediately said: "Mom, don't talk about my brother like that, grandpa heard it in a while." ”

Fang Yaru lowered her voice: "I'm in my twenties, I'm idle all day long, I don't do anything, it's better to die." ”

Qiao Kejia was silent, because since he was a child, he has long been accustomed to such cynicism, used to endure, and accustomed to silence.

[1st update on October 14]