Big Dream Chase

Second Master Meng came all the way to Furong City, not just to meet Su Muyu.

In his own words - he came to learn art from a teacher.

Su Muyu couldn't cheer up. He didn't like being a teacher at first, and people often asked him for advice, but he really didn't see Meng Yuan's sudden enthusiasm.

Second Master Meng has a perverse personality, and he is extremely docile in front of Su Muyu alone.The last time Ma San ran into Meng Yuan at a game viewing event, he really didn't get any good looks.

Meng Yuanxiao moved Su Muyu with affection and "benefit" to make him feel comfortable from the inside out.No less than ten pieces of high-quality Gaogu porcelain were given away alone, and calligraphy, painting and jade were given away without blinking an eye.

Su Muyu didn't take Meng Yuan to Gongyi Pavilion. He had a modern imitation courtyard house in Mingju Mountain in Furong City.Originally, this place was built for those arty nouveau riche, but unexpectedly, the designer's renderings caught the eyes of Boss Su.

Mingju Mountain is far away from the urban area, it is clean and has a large courtyard, so the demolition team can play whatever they want.

Meng Yuan didn't expect that Su Muyu would call him home directly, which seemed a little bit like "reaching the sky in one step", so he was caught off guard.And Su Muyu simply didn't want the secret of the time difference in the Justice Pavilion to be leaked.

Compared with the incomparable combination of Chinese and Western styles in Qingyunxuan in Yuncheng, Su's house looks more punctual.At first glance, it was Su Muyu who handled it carefully and carefully supervised the construction.What's the situation in Qing Yunxuan's house, the taste doesn't look like his own.

Su Muyu didn't bother to think about it. After much deliberation, it was attributed to the different levels of appreciation in different periods. It was too long ago. With his virtue, he had long forgotten it in a corner.

Meng Yuan sat in Su Muyu's home, looking around, a typical on-site antique exhibition.What are the official hat chairs in yellow li wood, red sandalwood inlaid wood painting screen screens, red sandalwood imitation bamboo joints and carved bird patterns, and dozens of pieces of various ceramics, jade carvings, and bronzes.

The interior is spacious and atmospheric, quite retro.If you change into an ancient costume and sit there, the transfer of time and space will be natural.

Su Muyu is the ancient man who has been painted. At this time, he is wearing a Shu brocade Tang suit, covered with a brocade quilt, and leaning on the imperial concubine chair to read miscellaneous books.

"You said you wanted to be a teacher, but I don't have anything to teach you. Feel free to ask any questions."

Meng Yuan sat a little far away from him, Boss Su's cool and lazy voice came through the air, which seemed unreal.He was not sure about Su Muyu's mood, just like from the first time he came to Furong City and met Boss Su, he always felt that this person seemed to have thousands of faces.

"The student's knowledge is shallow, and he has not been in the industry for a long time. Although my father is obsessed with antiques, he doesn't teach me much. Please..."

"Hey, don't be so tactful and ambiguous. Just be straightforward, whatever students, please forget it. You and I are of the same generation, just be casual."

Meng Yuan was taken aback for a moment, thinking that he hadn't guessed what Su Muyu was thinking.

"Generally speaking, I don't have any foundation at all. Boss Su, you can teach me."

Su Muyu wanted to laugh a little, he moved his eyes away from the writing, and looked at Meng Yuan through the lens.How can there be such a student in the world, who is quite proud to say that he is ignorant.

But this second master Meng is so interesting, Su Muyu is always more accepting of such direct people.He doesn't like the kind of arrogant and complacent people who think they are knowledgeable even though the half-can of water is tinkling.

In this way, it seems that Lian Ming also belongs to the kind of person who is always humble and always curious about knowledge.

Su Muyu shook his head, wondering why it was so easy to think of Lian Ming recently.

Regarding Erye Meng's seriousness, Su Muyu couldn't just dismiss him casually.Cannibalism is short-mouthed and soft-handed, for Gao Guci's sake.

"Here, take away all the books on the first floor of the bookcase over there. After reading the theoretical knowledge, you will be at a loss. After you have a general understanding, you need to practice it. There are so many antiques in your house, don't Learn from your father and see for yourself."

After Su Muyu finished speaking, it seemed that no one would bury other people's father in front of his own son like him.

He added another sentence: "You don't need to say the last sentence to Master Meng. Second Master."

Meng Yuan looked at Su Muyu, who was wearing gold-rimmed glasses in a refined manner, with thin pearl glasses chains hanging from his shoulders, looking like a pseudo-scholar.I can't say anything good, but I can't stand a true, true temperament.

Meng Yuan obviously didn't realize how irresponsible this "teacher" was, throwing a bunch of dirty books at him, completely ignoring whether the students were just getting started.

He nodded, and went back joyfully holding the imperial bestowal Jin Ben.

"Don't worry, Boss Su, I'll come back to you after I finish reading these books!"

Su Muyu waved his hand, his mind was elsewhere.

"Success, take your time."

Anyway, I can’t finish reading these books in a year or so——

Su Muyu smiled.

The third master Ma heard the gossip from nowhere that the second master of the Meng family led him to visit Boss Su.Before that, Ma San had a little bit of interest in Meng Yuan, but he thought that this person was too difficult to deal with, and he had a bad temper and was difficult to get along with, so he quickly gave up.There are so many boys who understand the language of flowers in the world, there is no need to make yourself unhappy.

Ma Sanye thinks that if he is alive, he just wants to have fun.I'm not happy anymore, what else do I like to do.

However, Ma San presumed that Meng Yuan was interested in the Sumerians, and it was really interesting.Hearing that Su Muyu was back, he hurried to the door to add drama to himself. If there was no reason for it, he wouldn't believe that Ma San was a ghost.

Ma Sanye, a famous broker on the road, is also a famous shit stirrer.

Lian Mingyuan was digging oil for the country in Kenya, and Ma San made a transoceanic phone call out of fear of chaos.

"Oddly! My company, darling—"

"Be good, tell me what you have to say." Lian Ming was very upset at this time. A small change occurred in the oil well, which delayed his return to China, which meant that he had much less time to meet Su Muyu.

"Young Master Lian, I said you should find something for yourself? Can't you just stay at home? Your father's goods lines in Europe and America are urgently needed for you to take care of. Think about hot girls in America and elegant ladies in Europe. Why are you digging for oil? Hurry up! Go back to China!" Ma Sanye was sitting next to three cute little boys, with cigars in their mouths, very unworthy of Lian Ming.

Lian Ming wiped the sweat off his face with a handkerchief, took off the helmet, fanned it and put it on again: "I'm dead."

"Hey hey hey - don't! What's the matter! How can you make me gloat even if you don't listen?!"

"Dare you fucking have too much free time all day, right? I beg you to take care of a few more, get out!"

Lianming was annoyed, and another news came from the oil well.

"I'll give you ten seconds, or I'll find someone to order your lair."

"Damn it, the feelings have faded!" Ma Sanye looked heartbroken, with a smile on his lips, "Will it take ten seconds, darling, someone poached your corner."

"Just dig it..." Lian Ming didn't care, "Wait, what are you digging for?"

"Dig an oil well, hee hee hee!"

"Ma San!"

Lian Ming gritted his teeth.

"Okay, okay, undercutting. Didn't I tell you to be wary of that boy Meng Yuan before? Why are you going abroad at this juncture, typically as a dowry for others. You don't know, Second Master Meng is much more strategic than you. Come to learn art, learn from teachers and give gifts. Tsk tsk tsk."

What Mr. Ma said was very similar to that, it was as if he had seen it with his own eyes.

Lian Ming sneered, this is all left over from his own play.Meng Yuan wanted to compare with him, but he was not even a star behind.

"Come on, such a thing is worth your barking here. Don't be afraid, step back, little San'er."

Mr. Ma suddenly coughed on the other side: "How many times have I said this! Don't call me Xiaosan Xiaosan! Am I that kind of person?!"

Lian Ming hung up the phone, should you think about it yourself.

Speaking of which, Mr. Ma went back to the European shipping line, got mixed up with a beautiful woman, was caught in bed by her husband that night, and almost shot his third master.If Lian Ming hadn't led people to save him from the fire and water in the end, probably nothing would have happened afterwards.

This peach blossom case made Mr. Ma laugh for a whole year, after which he gained the nickname "Little San'er".Ma Sanye was frustrated and very unhappy.Afterwards, she decided that all women are troublesome women, so she turned around and took care of the little boy.

It can be seen that he is also an out-and-out player.

Lian Ming stood by the oil well, holding his mobile phone in silence for a while.He turned his head, and on the endless horizon, a rolling sunset was sinking.On the desolate prairie, a group of giraffes in the distance are slowly turning into small dots.The colors of red and gold are intertwined in the sky, stretching out a magnificent and lonely taste.

Lian Ming suddenly sat down on the ground, the grass was covered with thick mud and dust.He didn't care if it was dirty or not, he clicked on the photo album of his phone and brought up a photo of Su Muyu.

"How can you recruit people so well? You are so good-looking, what did you eat to grow up?"

Lian Ming sat on the vast oil field and scolded his father until the starry sky fell, and another day passed.

A man in love is either duplicity, or loss of self-confidence.

Oh, by the way, from Lian Ming's point of view, there is still such a dim sum machine.

Not long after Su Muyu sent Meng Yuan away, he was living a happy life.Zhan Shiyi's call came right away. It was rare for this person to use a modern communication tool. Su Muyu thought it was a scam at first.

Zhan Shiyi made a long story short, and said straight to the point: "The next mission is coming out. There are many soul cases that have surfaced in the past two years. Take the time to rest."

"I said, sir, I am not organized by you, and I don't get any salary from you, can you sympathize with me and assign my tasks to others?"

Su Muyu was teasing the dog, crying and pleading for himself.

I can't figure out, how did I hook up with someone like Zhan Shiyi in the first place.

"This is not a long-cherished wish case, don't worry. The place where the case happened is in Hong Kong and Macau, and the time is relatively close, so don't worry about it."

"It's not a question of whether it takes a lot of effort or not. Tell me, I've only taken on two cases this year, and next year you won't be able to make a fuss about it."

"Well, that's exactly what I mean."

"what?!"

Zhan Shiyi really felt that it was inappropriate to say what was in his heart. He said tactfully, "After this case is completed, you will be allowed to take a vacation. You will not be allowed to work during the Chinese New Year."

"Tsk, isn't it funny?" Su Muyu sneered, the man Zhan Shiyi was simply outrageous, "What does Chinese New Year matter to me?"

Zhan Shiyi didn't like this: "Susu, ask yourself, is it really none of your business?"

"I'll go, can you stop screaming so disgustingly..."

There is also a little relationship, Lian Ming also said in the video yesterday that he will return to China before the Chinese New Year to accompany him...

"The file will be brought to you tomorrow by the raven."

"Oh."

"By the way," Zhan Shiyi said, "Don't pluck your hair this time, Furong City will soon become a world of white chickens."

Su Muyu touched the demolition team and smiled sinisterly.

"OK, then I'll let it come and go."

It just so happened that the demolition team had to improve their food.

right?