Slag Gong Revenge Plan [Rebirth]

Chapter 20

"I mean, I can help you."

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It's not that Shen Zhuo can't concentrate, but the cross hanging on Cen Jin's chest is too dazzling.

Shen Zhuo stared at the cross that looked very high school for a long time, and twitched the corners of his mouth: "Junior brother...you think too much, it's not that I don't give you a chance, Su Jingcheng and I are purely employed, if you If you want to come to work, I will arrange a place for you to try."

What falls from the sky is often not a pie, but a trap.

What's more, this guy is such a sophomore...

Shen Zhuo feels that it is better to behave in a high-key manner and do things in a low-key manner.

Cen Jin lowered his head and started chopping vegetables again. The cross continued to dangle around his neck. He reached out his hand to help Shen Zhuo turn off the faucet that flushed the water. He lowered his eyebrows and said provocatively: "You wash the vegetables. Wasted so much water, I'm going to tell the teacher later."

——Fuck you, you secondary disease!Do you go to kindergarten class?

Shen Zhuo, who was picked on several times in a row, felt very tired and wanted to go out and sit on the sofa with Mr. Wu.

He fished out the washed vegetables from the sink and threw them into the basin beside him, and was about to walk away, but just as he turned around, he heard Cen Jin's voice urging him to come from behind him: "Troublesome brother!" Come here and pass me the seasoning."

Shen Zhuo withdrew his feet, turned back with nothing to love, and said to the row of boxes on the shelf with disgust: "The distance is so close, won't you take it by yourself?"

"I just don't want you to be idle," Cen Jin said with a serious face of course, skillfully packed up the vegetables and meat, walked over and stood behind Shen Zhuo, stretched out his right hand from Shen Zhuo's waist, pointed at the seasoning rack, Seriously taught, "Vinegar, salt, soy sauce, chicken essence, pepper..."

Shen Zhuo turned his back to Cen Jin, so he couldn't see how close the two people behind him were.

This is a very close hug gesture.

"...Little brother, although I am not good at cooking, I can still recognize the seasoning." Shen Zhuo felt that this move was like treating a young child, he stretched out his hand to block the hand pointing east and west, and wanted to turn around Discuss the correct communication posture with Cen Jin.

As soon as he turned around, he found that the distance between him and Cen Jin was only a few centimeters, and his hot breath was in his nose.

Shen Zhuo seemed to see Cen Jin lightly smiling, but before he could look carefully, that person took a quick step back and distanced himself.

"Since you know each other, I'm cooking." Cen Jin didn't have any embarrassment on his face, he couldn't be more calm, he took the wok that was put aside, "When I call for the seasoning, pass it to me Just here."

"Success, fry it." Shen Zhuo himself is a bisexual, and sometimes he is not very keen on gay radar, so he secretly observed Cen Jin, judging from his actions just now, this guy looks straight.

That's pretty good too, to save everyone the embarrassment that the move just now made.

Little brother Shen tried his best to start with Chef Cen for almost an hour, and he could recite the exact position by handing the seasoning. Finally, he simply leaned his back against the marble countertop, and while reaching for the seasoning, he casually looked at Cen Jin. .

Although this kid is a little bit in the second grade, his face is quite good-looking, especially the curvature of the side face, which always makes him feel very familiar, as if he has seen this person somewhere a long time ago.

Alas, when he enters the "Dingcheng" in the future, he must be asked to do chores, the most tiring kind!Shen Zhuo stretched his waist and legs, and helped Cen Jin take out the dishes while cursing.

Mr. Wu was sitting on the table watching the noon news. Old people from the old days always pay close attention to national affairs. At this time, it happened that the noon news was almost over. He sat in the middle of the sofa and greeted Shen Zhuo and Cen Jin. The left and the right sat down on both sides.

The living room of the old house is not big, it is a square hall, and there is not much space left behind a TV and a very historic Eight Immortals table.

Shen Zhuo sat down first, and Cen Jin went to serve the last dish in the kitchen. Mr. Wu leaned over and asked him in a low voice with great interest, "What job are you going to arrange for your junior brother?"

Shen Zhuo got a headache when he thought of this, he really didn't think of any suitable job for Cen Jin to do for a while, he also lowered his head, as if conspiring with Mr. Wu, and replied in a low voice: "Report to the teacher, I Haven't figured it out yet."

"I haven't grown up yet," Mr. Wu was amused by this action, and lightly patted Shen Zhuo's head with a smile, "That child was introduced by an old colleague of mine. My mother was doing business abroad, and she ran back to China alone. It's weird to wear, but I think it's still real, so you should wear more."

Shen Zhuo picked up the water glass and drank two sips of water to calm down: "Success, I'll watch for you."

The last Maoxuewang was served on the table, and the three of them set up a large table.

Mr. Wu opened a bottle of Erguotou, and Cen Jin didn't drink baijiu, so Shen Zhuo drank a few glasses with the old man.

After a meal, the guests and the host had a good time, and Mr. Wu was so drunk that his face was flushed, and he looked very happy.

Shen Zhuo and Cen Jin went to the kitchen to clean up the bowls and chopsticks, and were about to leave when Mr. Wu took two tickets from an envelope and handed them to the two: "There is an auction at 'Huahang' tonight, all of which are paintings and calligraphy. Class, I gave the old man two invitation letters, I am not happy to go here, if you two have time, go for me."

Mr. Wu has made a lot of achievements in the study of traces, coupled with his own social status, and because "Huahang" originally has the shares of the Su family, he will basically send a few tickets to Mr. Wu every time.

Shen Zhuo took the ticket, and at first glance, it looked like Su's style. An auction ticket was covered with three layers inside and three layers outside, and he wished he could make a flower.

He himself is not very interested in auctions. In the world of the rich, Shen Zhuo works for others. He is poor and doesn't want to be willful.

But after all, he didn't reject Mr. Wu. Seeing that Cen Jin had also accepted the ticket, Shen Zhuo smiled: "Okay, then we'll go back first, Mr. Take care of your health, eat and drink well, and contact me if you have anything to do."

The two walked all the way to the gate of the courtyard. Shen Zhuo had already stuffed the auction ticket into the gap in his trouser pocket, but Cen Jin looked at it for a long time without saying a word.

In the afternoon, Shen Zhuo himself drank some wine. At this time, he was sleepy under the sun. He turned on his mobile phone and prepared to call a driver to take him back. Before the call was connected, he heard Cen Jin saying beside him: "I'll see you off."

Shen Zhuo's car was still parked at the door, and he wanted to drive him back with the car, so he put the back of his hand to his mouth and yawned, then shook his head: "Forget it, let's call a driver. You are in trouble."

"Take you back in your car." Cen Jin was already standing next to the driver's seat of Shen Zhuo's Ford car. He stretched out his hand, raised his eyebrows and pointed at Shen Zhuo, "Throw the key here."

——Ah, what a good young man of the times.

Shen Zhuo yawned again, put the phone back into his pocket, and dropped the car keys by the way.

Since there is a free substitute driver delivered to your door, don’t refuse it for nothing. Shen Zhuo pulled away the passenger seat, reported the address of the rented apartment to Cen Jin, and then adjusted the backrest of the passenger seat backwards. on top.

Shen Zhuo closed his eyes, so he didn't see Cen Jin's slightly startled expression when he heard the address, but heard him ask in a low voice: "Are you renting a house outside?"

"Nonsense..." Shen Zhuo had been sleep deprived for a while, and now the sun was warming him, he lazily replied, leaning on the backrest and not moving.

Shen Zhuo originally thought that with Cen Jin's driving skills in the Hummer, he would never fall asleep in the car.

Unexpectedly, he not only fell asleep, but also slept very soundly, sleeping all the way from Wu's old house to downstairs of his own, and didn't wake up until he heard Cen Jin calling him.

Is it because people are getting older and their spirits are not as good as before?

Shen Zhuo sat up straight helplessly, adjusted the backrest, turned around and said to Cen Jin who was sitting next to him, "Thank you, do you want to sit up?"

Cen Jin pulled up the handbrake, glanced sideways at Shen Zhuo's rented apartment through the window, and shook his head in distaste: "It still doesn't work, the place is very small at first glance."

"..." Did the apartment mess with you again?

Shen Zhuo felt that his patience with Cen Jin was unique, he sighed: "Then I will go up, I may not go to the auction tonight, if you want to go, you can drive there by yourself, the place is very good I found it."

The old god Cen Jin sat motionless in the main driver, he seemed to think for a while, then turned to look at Shen Zhuo, his tone seemed a little dissatisfied: "I drove you back, in exchange, you should accompany me Go to the auction tonight."

Shen Zhuo choked his heart with a mouthful of old blood, he resisted the urge to shoot Cen Jin to death: "Why didn't you tell me that you were going to the auction with you?"

"Oh," Cen Jin nodded, and then smiled brightly at Shen Zhuo, showing four white teeth, "Because I want you to owe me favors. Although I didn't grow up in China, I heard that Pass the etiquette, come and go."

This is probably a neurosis!

Shen Zhuo felt that he was starting to have a headache again. He had previously felt that Cen Jin's thinking was quite different from the traditional domestic thinking, and that this kid really grew up abroad.I don't know how the parents educated, the painting style is so strange...

"I want to ask you a question." Shen Zhuo rubbed his temples, took a puff of a cigarette from the cigarette case, and managed to calm down after exhaling a smoke ring, "Now children from abroad can cook Sichuan cuisine so well ?"

Cen Jin stretched out a finger and shook it, showing a little restrained complacent look on his face: "Of course not. After I returned to China, I went to the 'New Oriental' chef school to study a crash course for three months."

"...Do you know that there is a popular saying in China recently?" Shen Zhuo dropped the soot and added, "It suits you very well."

"what?"

"The longest road I've traveled is your routine." Shen Zhuo put out his cigarette, opened the car door and got out of the car, turned around and bent over to look at Cen Jin through the car window, "I'll see you at the entrance of the venue at seven o'clock in the evening."

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"Huahang" Auction is an auction house in which Su's shares are invested. It holds a large-scale auction every six months. The theme this time is mainly calligraphy and painting.

Shen Zhuo is very sensitive to the subject matter of calligraphy and painting. From another perspective, he has some psychological stress reactions to those who engage in painting creation. If he was not given a routine by Cen Jin, he would Never come.

It was agreed to meet at the entrance of the auction house at seven o'clock, but Cen Jin drove back the Hummer that he parked at Wu's hometown early, and waited half an hour earlier at the downstairs of Shen Zhuo's apartment, Shen Zhuo just stopped Lou was about to pick up the car when he honked the horn of the Hummer.

Shen Zhuo, who didn't want to attract crowds, had no choice but to board the thief's boat.

"Didn't you say we'll see you at the auction house at seven o'clock?" Shen Zhuo was so tormented by Cen Jin that he wanted to beat him up.

"I would get lost."

Cen Jin turned the steering wheel without changing his expression, and continued to honk the horn at the car in front. The owner of the car in front probably had a hot temper. For a while, the horns of the two cars refused to give in to each other, and they rang together.

"Don't press it, the traffic police will come later," Shen Zhuo turned on the mobile navigation and put it on the car, "press this to drive."

Cen Jin didn't look at the mobile phone navigation at a glance, but actually stopped the horn competition with the car in front of him. He looked at the congested road, and suddenly said in a low voice: "Tonight there is Shen Fei's work."

Shen Zhuo had no plans to go before, so he didn't know the specific content of tonight's auction at all.

Cen Jin stopped honking the horn, and there were other cars stuck in the road that persistently honked their horns very cheerfully. Amidst the noise, Shen Zhuo didn't hear what Cen Jin said clearly for a while, but just heard it in his ear. It seems to say something works.

"Huh?" Shen Zhuo turned around and looked at Cen Jin, "What?"

Cen Jin held the steering wheel with a calm expression on his face. He quickly shifted gears and repeated what he said just now: "I said, there is Shen Fei's work tonight."

"Brother, do you know Shen Fei?"

It was clearly midsummer, and the sun was very warm. It shone in through the windows and evenly sprinkled on the two people in the car.

However, Shen Zhuo felt that the sunlight was like a basin of bone-chilling cold water, with sub-zero chill and malice, rushing towards his face.

"...I don't know." Shen Zhuo was silent for a long time, until he finally felt the movement of his body again, and then coughed lightly: "I don't know, I don't know much about this aspect, is it famous?"

Cen Jin didn't seem to be surprised, he nodded, and took the conversation like an ordinary chat: "Yes, especially in foreign countries, he is very famous, and he is called a godfather-level oil painter by others. It is rare to have a painting in China. It would be a pity not to see his works at auction.”

Shen Zhuo subconsciously wanted to take a cigarette out of his pocket to smoke, but after touching it for a long time, he realized that his hands were shaking badly, and the cigarette case fell on the car seat.He froze for a moment before picking up the cigarette case again and taking out a cigarette from it.

"You are too addicted to smoking." Cen Jin seemed to disagree with the action of smoking, he turned his face to look at Shen Zhuo, "I just met you today, and you have already smoked almost ten cigarettes."

"Really?" Shen Zhuo took out the lighter and lit a cigarette, and finally showed a gentle smile that he was used to, "I'm used to it, and I will smoke less in the future."

"Did no one tell you before that you have a heavy cigarette addiction?" Cen Jin pulled down the windows on the driver's and co-pilot's seats, the smoke drifted out with the windows, he opened a CD and put it on, and asked Shen Zhuo softly.

Shen Zhuo was about to shake his head, but suddenly remembered that someone actually said it.

——"I'm so addicted to cigarettes, why didn't I smell it when I kissed you?"

There are too few memories, and it is difficult to even think of them.

Shen Zhuo smiled at Cen Jin, but did not answer this question.

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The location was chosen in a five-star hotel owned by the Su Corporation. The traffic was not smooth. It was already past [-]:[-] when Shen Zhuo and Cen Jin arrived. Fortunately, it seemed that the guests were all stuck in traffic. At least they didn’t It looks abrupt.

The two parked their cars on the underground parking lot, took the elevator up from the second floor to the first floor, and were about to enter the auction hall when they bumped into an acquaintance.

Bai Siqi was wearing a white suit and a silver tie. He was preparing to enter the arena in front of them. He seemed to have seen Shen Zhuo and Cen Jin. He specially let them in first and waited at the door.

Before Shen Zhuo came, he was mentally prepared, after all, it was Su Jingcheng's territory, so it was normal to meet him, but he didn't expect to meet the rightful owner, but met the rightful owner's little love.

Shen Zhuo smiled: "What a coincidence, Mr. Bai also came to see the auction?"

"From now on, we will all belong to the same company, just call me Siqi." Bai Siqi smiled shyly, but there was a hint of complacency in his eyes, he waved at Shen Zhuo and Cen Jin: "It's Jing Cheng, he He happened to be free late at night and said he would come with me. Just now the organizer had something to ask him, and he asked me to wait here for his return."

Shen Zhuo nodded his head, admiring Bai Siqi's ability to speak in fours and twos, and didn't bother to find out the truth.

"In that case, then my friend and I will go first." Although not cowardly, it would be nice to have one less thing, and it would be best not to meet Su Jingcheng face to face. Qi greeted: "It's the end of the month, and your contract will expire next month. You can raise any requirements for the new contract."

Bai Siqi nodded with a smile, with a perverted expression on his face.

Shen Zhuo didn't think there was anything wrong at all, the expression in the entertainment industry was almost numb to him, Bai Siqi at least knew how to pretend, although his skills were not good, but it was not bad.

Cen Jin, who was walking beside him, looked back after entering the door: "Su Jingcheng's little lover?"

"The voice is quieter." Shen Zhuo shook his head, smiled at the acquaintance next to him, turned sideways and said to Cen Jin, "This one has been with him for a long time."

The disdain on Cen Jin's face was easy to see, his hands were in the pockets of his windbreaker: "It's just something."

Shen Zhuo paused when he heard this, turned his back to Cen Jin and entered from the third row, found the seat according to the number on the invitation letter, then adjusted his expression and turned around to call Cen Jin over: "Come here, the seat is here. "

The two arrived late, and many people came in bustling together. Not long after they were seated, the auction began.

Shen Zhuo is not very interested in calligraphy and painting, but he was a little concerned about the auction piece that Cen Jin mentioned to him on the way here, until the framed painting was brought up by two very beautiful masters of ceremonies, one on the left and one on the right. Shen Zhuo still felt a little dazed.

Very familiar colors and lines, very similar to the one he saw at Bai Siqi's house.

The red sky, blue trees, and sinister lines constitute a distorted world.

In his childhood memories that were almost blurred and disappeared, this kind of painting was accompanied by endless crying, noise, wailing, insulting, smashing pots and pans, echoing for a long time.

He had wondered more than once, whether in that person's eyes, even he was distorted.

"Three hundred and three hundred thousand, the first time, three hundred and three hundred thousand is valid!"

Shen Zhuo closed his eyes and took the sign next to his hand: "350 million."

This style of painting is very popular among abstract artists abroad, but not many people appreciate it in China. Shen Zhuo calculated the price and added a little.

The other competitor didn't seem to expect that someone would continue to take this painting with him. He was silent for a while, and then immediately quoted a higher price: "400 million!"

Shen Zhuo felt that the voice was familiar, and he subconsciously followed the raised hand of that person - Bai Siqi.

Beside him sat Su Jingcheng in a silver suit.

I don't know if he sensed Shen Zhuo's gaze, but Su Jingcheng turned his head slightly, and the two looked at each other.

Shen Zhuo withdrew his gaze in embarrassment as if he had been caught, and he put down the quotation card in his hand, indicating that he would no longer bid.

"Four million is valid, four million once..."

"500 million!" Another quotation board was raised up. Cen Jin crossed Erlang's legs and raised his assault boots. He shook the quotation board at the master of ceremonies and repeated, "I'm out." 500."

"Cen Jin!" Shen Zhuo tugged at him, "500 million is too expensive."

He did want some, but the reasons for wanting were too complicated. There could be many reasons among them, but he didn't have a word of liking.

The master of ceremonies indicated that he had seen it, and Cen Jin put down the sign, and said to Shen Zhuo with a half-smile, "Shoot if you want, whatever you want, I'll help you."

Shen Zhuo frowned, he hadn't been with Cen Jin for long, but this person never played cards according to common sense, he was a little worried about what Cen Jin would do, and—he was also worried that Cen Jin had no money==

"If the price is raised over there, don't raise the price." Shen Zhuo seldom acts on his will, let alone listen to Cen Jin's encouragement, he patiently said, "I don't want that painting."

Cen Jin paused, then raised his eyebrows, and looked at Shen Zhuo innocently with his eyes open, blinking and blinking: "But I want it... Brother, don't worry, I have money!"

What he said was like a wealthy landowner, Shen Zhuo was speechless, before he could think of anything to say, Bai Siqi made an offer again.

It's just that the person who made the offer this time was not Bai Siqi.

Su Jingcheng didn't have any expression on his face, he just raised his sign symbolically and announced a number: "700 million."

"900 million!"

"100 million."

... Ma/'s, two snake spirits are fighting.

Although it's an auction, it's rare for it to be torn so ugly. Generally, everyone will give way if they don't look up or look down.

And it's obvious that Su Jingcheng and Cen Jin don't know how Rang Yirang wrote it in their heads.

The whispering voice in the arena gradually grew louder.

Shen Zhuo couldn't stop the snake spirit who was thousands of miles away from him, so he could only try his best to stop the one who was closer to him.

He pulled La Cenjin's cuff again: "We can't make one painting, and it's not very famous in China, so how about some other pictures?"

It’s just that this time Cen Jin didn’t dismiss the topic with a laugh. He was silent for a moment, turned around, looked at Shen Zhuo, and showed the unfathomable expression he had in the kitchen again: “Brother, I definitely want to shoot Come down, instead of persuading me, you might as well send a text message to persuade Su Jingcheng to stop arguing with me."

The author has something to say: Boss Su: I saw you entering the arena with him, you touched his hand, and touched it again!Still touching!

Shen Zhuo: Labor and management just tugged on their sleeves...

Cen Jin: Brother, please send a text message to ask Boss Su to give up, he won't do it.

→_→Look, there is a conspiracy!

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Thank you for the cool nutrient solution everyone~ This chapter is fat!As soon as I got home, I started coding _(:з」∠)_, squatting on the side of the road with the pot lid on.

I don’t know if you like Cen Jin’s snake-spirited style, but I think it’s quite interesting haha.

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