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Chapter 189 The Counterattack Begins

Chapter 189. The Counterattack Begins

"Mr. Ren, if you need, we can send a message to the Du family so that they won't make things difficult for you again."

In the early morning of the next day, when sending Ren Ping out of the courtyard, Mo Ganyun said suddenly.

Ren Ping understood her good intentions, and was afraid that he would be assassinated again like last night. On the other hand, if the Longquanmei family stepped forward, even if it was a huge personal enmity, the Du family would not dare not buy face.

Then he turned his head to look at Mei Hanxiao.

Mei Hanxiao smiled slightly. Although he didn't speak, his expression clearly meant "As long as you open your mouth, I will do my best".

"No need, I want to settle the grievances with them by myself, not to mention that Shanglong Decoration is involved in it, I will never make peace with Liu."

"Then what if they make some extra moves?"

"I'll be extra careful not to give them a chance."

Mo Ganyun's expression was still worried, and he wanted to say something, but was stopped by Mei Hanxiao:

"Ma'am, don't worry too much. The Du family has reached their limit in finding Kang Qinian and the others. It will not be so easy to gather another group of the same masters,"

"Besides, I have told Mei Yuan to pay close attention to the latest movements, and with the help of the local comrades in Nanling, we will know as soon as there is any disturbance."

Mo Ganyun nodded and smiled:

"I forgot that Mr. Ren still has the help of the Capital Dragon Mansion, but to avoid accidents, let Mei Yuan and the others secretly protect him at any time, how about it?"

Mei Hanxiao did not answer, but looked at Ren Ping again.

Ren Ping thought for a while, and it was hard to refuse the kindness of the couple, so he nodded:
"Alright, then I would like to thank Patriarch Mei and Mrs. Mei."

He had seen Mei Yuan's skill last night, and he had already surpassed the King of Fighters, at least the sixth level of internal energy. With bodyguards of this level secretly guarding him, he could walk sideways in the entire Nanling.

Now I said goodbye to Yunxiao and his wife, and on the way back to the city by car, I received a call from Ye Shiyun.

"Ren Ping, Shang Long has made a move."

Ye Shiyun's tone on the other end was unusually solemn.

Ren Ping narrowed his eyes when he heard it: "Is it news from the Tian family?"

"Yes, I just received a letter sent by Mr. Tian. All the preparations for Liu Shitang are ready, including the cooperation with Jingyuan Group. The official action is within half a month."

"Okay, then we can get started."

Ren Ping's tone was as calm as if he had heard something irrelevant. Only when Ye Shiyun heard it, could he know how many strange emotions it contained.

In the past two months, no matter what she was doing on the surface, Ren Ping had never stopped setting up Shanglong Decoration in private, and she could see it all.

It's just unexpected that the revenge will start so soon.

Thinking of the tragic situation of Ren's Wood Industry and Ren Junnan more than half a year ago in her mind, Ye Shiyun couldn't help trembling all over, and after a while, she gradually calmed down:
"Ren Ping, I'm going to Taihetian's house right now, shall we proceed as planned?"

"Well, I have discussed the specific details with Mr. Tian Min and Ru Tian. You can give me your instructions again."

Ren Ping paused: "Remember, the key is not to be too deliberate, to make Liu Shitang think that he really got the hundred-year-old picture unintentionally, and that he can defeat us in one fell swoop. If it is too fake, he will probably It will make you suspicious."

"I understand, what about you?"

"Me? Of course I helped him prepare things in advance."

Ren Ping smiled and didn't say anything more, Ye Shiyun at the other end knew that he had already made arrangements.

This is a game within a game. If Tian Minru is responsible for the peripheral layout, then Baishoutu is the bait to lure him into the game. Besides, there is also a trap for killing people!

Both of these things need to be arranged in advance.

Hanging up the phone, Ren Ping didn't go back to Renzhai, but asked Mei's driver to take him to the Central Hospital.

More than a month ago, he got acquainted with Xiaofei here, and he was able to revive the Ren family through her picture of a hundred years of life. Now, he still cannot do without this magical little girl if he wants to complete his revenge on Shang Long Decoration.

After calling the front desk of the ward, he waited in the garden downstairs, where he met Xiaofei for the first time that day.

Not long after, a familiar figure of Huantuo flew over from a distance.

"Big brother, you came to see me again!"

Before anyone arrived, Xiaofei waved and shouted from a distance.

Since Ren Ping voluntarily borne the medical expenses, her mother's condition has gradually improved, and her mood has also changed day by day, and she finally looks like a nine-year-old girl.

Ren Ping smiled, originally wanted to say something polite, but after thinking about it, there is no need to do this to a little girl, so he cut straight to the point:

"Xiao Fei, Big Brother is here to ask for your help."

"Help? What are you busy with?"

"Can you write another hundred-year-old picture for me? It should be better than the last one."

Xiaofei was taken aback when he heard the words: "Big brother, are you short of money recently?"

"Huh? Why do you ask that?" Ren Ping was also taken aback.

"Why do you need a hundred-year-old picture when you're not short of money? Didn't you sell it?"

"Xiaofei, so you also know that your Hundred Shoutu is very valuable?"

Ren Ping was even more surprised, and thought to himself, if this is the case, why didn't it be used directly to pay for medical expenses at that time, and why did he, a second-hand dealer, go through his hands all over the place?
I couldn't help but feel even more ashamed when I thought that I had benefited a lot from others to be able to be where I am today.

I saw Xiao Fei smiled:
"I know, I know, but my mother never allowed me to exchange words for money, so it's useless. Fortunately, I met you, big brother, hehe..."

Having said that, Ren Ping understood that he had been used by this little girl once, and it was not a heinous crime, but he could no longer hide it from her.

Now, I told Xiao Fei the market price of the original manuscript of Baishou painting, which is currently on the market. For example, her last painting was looted at Tian's birthday banquet, and the highest price was 3000 million.

Although there are some reasons why outsiders mistakenly think it is a masterpiece by a famous artist, the quality of the calligraphy is unmistakable.

After speaking, he looked at her carefully:
"With such an expensive word, are you still willing to help big brother?"

"Of course, last time you helped me hold a parent-teacher meeting, I haven't thanked you yet."

Xiaofei said very straightforwardly.

"Then that parent meeting was really worth it for me..."

While laughing at himself, Ren Ping took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone that he had prepared a long time ago, and spread them on the stone table in the gazebo last time.

Xiaofei thought for a while, as if meditating on something, before picking up the pen and putting down the paper.

More than an hour passed after this writing, and Ren Ping kept watching. He saw that the large font of the Hundred Years' Longevity Picture was in official script this time, instead of the running script last time. It can be said that the style is completely different.

Of course, the one hundred small characters are ever-changing. He didn't know much about calligraphy, so he couldn't see the good or the bad at the moment. He only felt that Xiao Fei was more tired writing this time than last time.

At the end of the writing, my right wrist trembled slightly, and I had to take a break from time to time to continue, and the sweat on my forehead flowed countless times.

It wasn't until nearly two hours passed that the whole picture was completed, and Xiao Fei's feet were weak, and she was about to fall.

Ren Ping hurriedly supported her with one hand, and told her to sit down and rest. As for the writing, let's put it away as soon as he rolled it.

Seeing the dubious look on his face, Xiaofei threw the pen away:
"Brother, don't worry, this picture is definitely better than the last one."

"Oh? Are you so sure?"

"Of course," Xiao Fei couldn't help laughing: "Although the previous painting was original, at best it was written by me at will. This one is different. It is a serious famous pen, and it is rarely seen in the market. .”

(End of this chapter)