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"One, one million?"

Modu's dark eyeballs almost popped out, Huahua's fingers couldn't help trembling, and he stammered his rejection.

"No, no, too many!"

"Uncle, do you think your paintings are not worth the price?" Jiang Mianmian asked suspiciously.

Of course it's worth it!
Modu's expression froze, even if he was suppressed by life, even almost drove him crazy, but he had absolute confidence in his own paintings.

However, most of his paintings that were seized by Zhao Ziquan only sold for 800 million at most.

1000 million is too much!

He couldn't accept it with peace of mind, he always felt that he was taking advantage of the little girl.

Jiang Mianmian easily looked at the burning confidence in Mo Du's eyes, her red lips slightly curled up, and continued crisply: "Uncle, I am very rich, don't worry that I won't pay you !"

"No, I didn't think so!" Mo Du blushed anxiously and waved his hands desperately.

Looking at his youthful appearance, Jiang Mianmian's smile became more and more obvious.

In fact, 1000 million is less!
After all, this painting was auctioned for a sky-high price of 7000 million in the previous life, and she has already wronged others by giving 1000 million.

"Then we've agreed, wait, I'll call my brother to pay you!"

Jiang Mianmian turned and ran.

Feng Chenyuan followed closely behind her, making a qualified shadow.

Walking to the door, Jiang Mianmian turned her head and said worriedly: "Uncle must wait for me obediently!"

Modu's fingertips holding onto the painting tightened slightly, his expression a little stiff.

In fact, he really wanted to leave secretly. It would be great if the little girl was willing to buy him. Ten million is too much, and he would have a bad conscience.

His expression was written all over his face, so understanding and ruthless.

Jiang Mianmian pouted, pressed Feng Chenyuan's hand, and said solemnly: "Yuanyuan, watch him for me, don't let him leave!"

The vassal Yuan paused, and frowned slightly: "Can you do it yourself?"

"Of course, don't underestimate me!" Jiang Mianmian gave him a fierce look, turned around and ran down the stairs.

In the room on the eighth floor, Feng Chenyuan's small body was as straight as a young white poplar, quietly standing at the door with his fists cupped, his dark eyes quietly looking at Mo Du, and he carried out Jiang Mianmian's request to the letter.

It's just that Modu who looked at him couldn't laugh or cry.

"Kid... I, don't go! You don't have to watch so closely!"

"Ok!"

Feng Chenyuan nodded, but did not look away.

A moment later, when Modu was seen with a numb expression, the vassal Yuan suddenly asked, "Do you want to snatch back your own work?"

"What?" Modu suspected that there was something wrong with his ears.

The vassal Yuan repeated tirelessly: "Do you want to snatch back your own works and honor?"

Modu's expression froze for a while, his thin lips trembled for a moment, and after a while, a trace of self-deprecating sarcasm flowed out from the cracks in his lips.

"I want to, even in my dreams! But... I can't beat him. Zhao Ziquan is the vice president of the National Artists Association and an honorary professor in Haishi. He has peaches and plums all over the world, and his connections are all over Haishi. I... just a poor boy. Who would believe me!"

What's more, the wife may face the threat of death at any time.

He couldn't put all his eggs in one basket, and fought that scum to the death.

Hearing this, Feng Chenyuan couldn't deny it: "You sell the painting to Mianmian, and she will help you get back everything you want!"

Mordo: "..."

He didn't take it seriously, he just thought it was just a child's joke.

But he didn't expect that this sentence would become true in the near future.

About 10 minutes later, two footsteps sounded in the silent corridor, one was steady, the other jumped, followed by the crunchy and sweet voice of the little girl.

"Big brother, I really like his paintings, can I ask him to teach me how to draw?"

"As long as he wants!"

The man's steady voice reveals silent pampering.

When Mo Du raised his head, he saw two figures, one tall and one short, standing at the door. Although the tall man had a clear face, the majesty of the superior suppressed the youthful spirit in his brows, but he couldn't hide it. He should not be very old. fact.

"Uncle, my big brother is here!"

Jiang Mianmian shouted crisply, with a bright smile like a bright little sun.

Mo Du licked his lips, his dry eyes slid over Jiang Suihan, and looked at Jiang Mianmian softly: "I, this painting, 50 is enough, sir!"

He was wearing a cheap baseball uniform, with a thin body and a decadent expression. Only the hand holding the painting was cautious, revealing a full restraint, and he couldn't see the ruthlessness and darkness of wanting to kill just now.

Jiang Suihan's eyes swept across Mo Du without any trace, and his thin lips suddenly parted an arc: "Mr. Mo?"

"...Yes, it's me!" Mo Du nervously grabbed his sleeve, couldn't help swallowing, and forwarded his words: "Sir, I can guarantee that this painting is very valuable for collection, really, What it does is..."

"Mr. Mo, don't be nervous!" Jiang Suihan smiled lightly.

Unlike Jiang Mianmian, who is half-baked, as the orthodox heir of the Jiang family, his aesthetic ability and style are all on the line.

And the vision is very high.

Even when looking at this painting critically with the most critical eyes, Jiang Suihan has to admit that it is very good!
Whether it is the painting itself or the realistic meaning contained in it.

"Mr. Mo, you are right. This painting is extremely valuable for collection. It is my honor to buy it!"

Jiang Suihan smiled like a spring breeze, making people let go of their defenses invisibly.

"You don't refuse?" Modu took a step forward in astonishment.

Jiang Suihan said: "Why did you refuse? Mr. Mo, I am a businessman. According to my criteria, your painting is worth 1000 million. If Mr. Mo is sorry, please promise me a request!"

Modu: "...you say it!"

"Mr. Mo saw that Mianmian likes you very much, so I hope to hire Mr. Mo to be Mianmian's painting teacher with an annual salary of 500 million!" Jiang Suihan said with a smile.

At that moment, Mo Du couldn't tell what it was like in his heart!
Obviously just a moment ago, he had hopelessly wanted to die with that scumbag, but in the blink of an eye, he received the help of a few kind-hearted people, which gave him the courage to live.

He felt that the tip of his nose was a little sore, and the tears in his eyes began to accumulate disobediently.

He sucked his nose hard and bowed respectfully to several people.

"Thank you for giving me this opportunity, I will definitely do my best to teach Mianmian how to paint!"

Jiang Mianmian: "..."

She looked at Modu's firm eyes, and for some reason, she always felt that she had tied a rope to herself!
I don't know if she has withdrawn her idea of ​​learning to paint now, will it work?
It's a pity that only Feng Chenyuan could see her hesitation clearly, but it seemed interesting to see the little girl's embarrassment. He raised his eyebrows and didn't remind Jiang Suihan.

Jiang Suihan looked down at the watch on his wrist, bent down and hugged Jiang Mianmian in his arms: "It's already five o'clock, does Mianmian still want to stay here?"

Jiang Mianmian shook her head, she stayed here to find paintings.

Now that the artist of the painting has been found, it is completely meaningless to stay here. Although it is interesting to watch a group of people with masks chatting and laughing and intrigue, it is not a waste of time.

"Big brother, Yuanyuan, let's go home!"

"Mr. Mo, can you take the painting with us?"