Urban Hidden Dragon

Wang Han was sitting at a roadside stall, holding his cell phone leisurely, looking at the news, and taking a bite of beef tendon.

He clinked his wine glasses with Tong Guan.

"Did Zhang Yan send you a message?"

"Posted."

"Then why don't you reply?"

Wang Han took a big sip and said, "Let it sit for a while. His heart must be feeling cold right now, as if it's snowing heavily. What I have to do is to provide help when the snow is the heaviest!" "

Tong Guan and Wang Han distanced themselves.

"What's wrong, Brother Tong?"

"The sound of the abacus is a bit noisy."

"..."

A few minutes later, Wang Han sent back a message, "Brother Zhang, please send me the specific location and the gang of the other party. I'll see if I can help."

Zhang Yan felt like he was sitting on wax at this time, and Wang Han was now the only life-saving straw in his hand.

It didn't take long to send the message to Wang Han.

Wang Han didn't even look at it.

He even replied enthusiastically, "I'll give it a try, Brother Zhang. I can't guarantee whether it will work, but I'll try my best. Also, delete the text message so that Lu Ye won't see it and doubt you."

Zhang Yan was choking while holding the phone, scratching his head anxiously as he had already lost a lot of hair.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Normally it feels like a day goes by in the blink of an eye, but now, Zhang Yan feels like seconds are like years.

Every second is heartbreaking.

Touching the photo of a family of three with his fingers, Zhang Yan, a grown man, shed tears as big as his eyes.

I don't know how long it took.

Zhang Yan's cell phone suddenly vibrated. He realized it was a call from his son and quickly connected the call.

"Beibei, how are you and your mother?"

"Dad, they let us go! My mother and I were saved!" Zhang Yan's son cried loudly for the rest of his life.

Zhang Yan also wiped away tears.

"Husband, why did you spend million US dollars to save us two? How long will it take us?"

Zhang Yan's expression froze, and after a while, he said, "It's okay, I'll earn the money, and you two just have to be good! Go home quickly!"

hang up the phone.

Zhang Yan was pacing back and forth holding his cell phone.

Finally, I took my phone and sent a message.

"Ninth Young Master, thank you very much for what happened today!"

"Hey! It's all a trivial matter! Brother Zhang, you are too polite!"

"I will try my best to return the million U.S. dollars to you!" Zhang Yan sent back another message.

Wang Han held a skewer in his mouth, "It's just a small amount of money. I don't care. As long as my sister-in-law and eldest nephew are fine, it's okay to spend a little money."

"Ninth Young Master, thank you!" Zhang Yan wanted to post more content, but all was deleted.

I have mixed feelings inside.

Wang Han took a bite of beef skewers and replied, "No, no, I heard that you have studied Zhang Daqian's paintings very deeply. I quite like this kind of thing, but I am good at fighting and killing. This It’s really hard to grow things at a reasonable price, can you find some time to help me take a look?”

Zhang Yan stared at the phone screen and gritted his teeth.

News from Wang Han came over again, "Hey! Look at my brain, I almost forgot that you are Lu Ye's person. I will send you the photo. Can you help me check if it is real or fake first?"

Zhang Yan took the phone and sent a message back, "Okay!"

Wang Han held a cigarette in his mouth and sent a photo.

"Brother Zhang, can you help me see if this is true or false?"

Zhang Yan took his mobile phone and zoomed in on the photo to look at it carefully.

After a long while, "Judging from the photos, one is real and the other is fake. You have to see it with your own eyes to know the details."

Zhang Yan looked at the message, deleted the last sentence, and only sent the first half.

Wang Han's message was replied quickly, "Fuck! Then I bought a dozen pairs from that dog guy, doesn't it mean that both the real ones and the fake ones are there?"

"That's what the antique literature and art industry is all about. It's true and false, and the big picture fits the small picture."

"I spent a lot of money, and I ended up being taken advantage of."

Zhang Yan thought for a moment and replied, "Isn't there anyone knowledgeable around Mr. Ninth?"

"Yes, but I am just a rough person. If people hear that I collect these things, they will always laugh at me and say that I wear glasses and pretend to be a scholar. I am embarrassed to let acquaintances see it."

Zhang Yan held the phone, his fingers hovering on the screen and he didn't know what to say for a moment, his expression was tangled.

Wang Han's message came over again, "Brother Zhang, when do you have time, help me look at the dozens of paintings I have collected before. What you said today makes me feel like I have been deceived many times. !”

Zhang Yan held the phone and said, "I..."

I typed it and deleted it.

I was caught in a dilemma for a while.

After a long time, Zhang Yan sent a message.

"I can help you take a look sometime, but you have to make sure it's just you and me!"

Wang Han took a bite of grilled small yellow croaker, "No problem! Let's do it tomorrow! Okay, Brother Zhang?"

"Row!"

"Brother Zhang, remember to delete the message." Wang Han reminded enthusiastically.

Wang Han put the sign aside.

Tong Guan saw the chat content and asked, "Are you hooked?"

Wang Han took a sip and bravely ventured into the world.

"The shopping mall is like a battlefield. The first thing to do is attack the city, and the first thing is to attack the heart! Lu Ye is a person, and he has some skills, but he is too suspicious and conceited. I will let him win first and let him feel that he has won. After feeling numb and feeling that I have ascended to heaven, I will knock him down from the sky again!

The higher you fly, the harder you fall! "

Tong Guan gave a thumbs up.

"6!"

the next day.

Wang Han went to the company, and after walking around for a while, Lin Xuefu dragged Wang Han to prevent him from leaving. Wang Han vaguely looked at him and sneaked out of the company.

As soon as the front foot left, someone from the back foot company secretly took a photo of Wang Han and sent it out.

Overnight, I borrowed dozens of calligraphy and paintings from the dog basket and hid them in a warehouse.

Wang Han sneaked into the warehouse and waited for a long time. A man wearing a hat and sportswear came in from outside.

"Brother Zhang."

Wang Han shouted and glanced at the door, "No one is following you, right?"

Zhang Yan was carrying a bag and said, "I walk very carefully, no one will follow me."

Wang Han took Zhang Yan to open dozens of calligraphy and paintings.

Zhang Yan's pupils shrank after seeing these calligraphy and paintings.

"Brother Zhang, which one is true and which one is false?" Wang Han stood half a body behind Zhang Yan, like a junior who was asking for advice.

Zhang Yan pointed to a painting and began to explain, "Mr. Zhang Daqian's traditional painting skills are unprecedented and unprecedented. He has spent a lot of time and effort copying the ancient masterpieces from near to far, and the fake ones are confused with the real ones. Moreover, Mr. Zhang Daqian is not limited to the ancients." , but to flexibly apply the procedures of the ancients.

He has said more than once that painting should get rid of vulgarity, wash away the frivolity, and get rid of the craftsmanship. Look at this painting, the rock and stone texture has both the long and short hemp-clad Southern style and the majestic old man who uses an ax to chop the cracks. Hard, flowing clouds, energetic, deep water and stone. The water waves painted by Mr. Zhang Daqian's mesh pattern not only show his profound skills, but also show the complementarity between the softness of the water patterns and the hardness of the mountains and rocks. "

Zhang Yan pointed at the paintings and explained them one by one. Wang Han listened carefully and never interrupted, just like a student.

This made Zhang Yan feel good. He felt that the Ninth Young Master was not as arrogant and domineering as the rumors said, and his impression of Wang Han was much better. Seeing that Wang Han was asking for advice attentively, Zhang Yan even taught him everything he could. I know everything I know and can tell you everything I know.

As time passed, Zhang Yan showed all these paintings to Wang Han. Wang Han listened attentively. Zhang Yan was in a good mood and explained some of his exclusive insights to Wang Han. Wang Han even remembered them carefully. , Teacher Zhang called Zhang Yan one by one, making her feel a little ecstatic.

Zhang Yan took a sip of water and opened his bag, which contained antiques. "Ninth Young Master, although you saved my family, you and I are not in the same camp after all. I came today just to repay your favor. These are The things are worth million, and I will get the remaining money for you as soon as possible!"

"Brother Zhang, you are trying to overshadow me!" Wang Han refused forcefully.

Zhang Yan pressed Wang Han's wrist, "Ninth Young Master, listen to me... I also know the grudges between you, but after all, I am still a member of Lu's Pharmaceutical! You'd better forget about trying to win over me! These are for you! I will return the rest!"

The two of them talked about each other for a long time, and Zhang Yan put down his things and left in a hurry.

Wang Han lit a cigarette and blew out a smoke ring, "Is the video finished?"

"It's done." Ximen Doudou came in from outside and said with a smile.

"Send it to Lu Ye and Zhang Yan respectively. I won't say more about what to do."

"Brother Ninth, why do you want to give it to Zhang Yan?" Ximen Doudou asked a little puzzled.

"Because keeping him is of great use, tell Brother Tong to protect Zhang Yan secretly. Lu Ye prepared some dishes for me. It's not rude to come back and forth. It's time to try the dishes I gave him in return!" "

...

Lu Ye admired the paintings on the wall, and Akun hurriedly walked in from outside.

"Mr. Lu..." A Kun was a little embarrassed to say.

Lu Ye turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"

Akun handed over a video. In the video, Wang Han and Zhang Yan were chatting happily. Zhang Yan also forcefully gave Wang Han a package of toys, calligraphy and painting.

Lu Ye pinched the phone, and with a snap, the phone fell apart.

The look behind the lenses can kill.

...

Zhang Yan was finally relieved as he sat in the car.

The phone vibrated, and when I picked it up, I found a video from a virtual number.

After opening it, Zhang Yan's face turned pale.

In the video, he was being followed, and later he and Wang Han were photographed having a pleasant conversation.

"Mr. Zhang, give me five million, and I won't send this video to Mr. Lu!"

Zhang Yan held the phone in his hands, his brain running rapidly. He first thought about whether it was Wang Han, but he quickly ruled out Wang Han. If it was Wang Han, it would be impossible to ask him for money.

The phone suddenly vibrated.

Zhang Yan was shocked when his cell phone fell into the gap. He quickly picked it up and saw Lu Ye's cell phone number on the screen.

The face is earthy.