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When the next day was approaching noon, Xing Ming opened his eyes from the brilliant sunlight, and saw the painting "Ten Thousand Horses Are Silent".

The painting was facing the big hotel bed, and Yu Zhongye was no longer on this bed.Xing Ming was annoyed that he had slept through his biological clock again, so he got up and went to the bathroom to take a cold shower. He had to say that he slept well last night. He sat shaking in Yu Zhongye's arms, thinking that he had reached an orgasm time and time again, and was beaten again and again. Climb to a higher peak.

There was a burning pain from the peppermint shower gel on his back. Xing Ming took an extra mirror and looked at his back, and couldn't help cursing, damn it.

That old fox was too ruthless, his back was in various shapes and forms, the snow-white flesh and blood-red welts looked very bad, very miserable.

After taking a shower, Xing Ming walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, and returned to the painting "Ten Thousand Horses Are Silent".

There is no signature on the painting, but there is the poem "Ten thousand horses are silent", the calligraphy is quite good, domineering, with edges and corners.Xing Ming is not near-sighted, but he couldn't help getting closer to a face, squinting his eyes and carefully looking at the row of poems... the more he looked at it, the more strange it became, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt familiar, and then he suddenly turned back and walked towards the desk——Yu Zhongye yesterday The calligraphy practiced at night is still on the table.

The same sharp edges and corners, the same profound structure, but now Mr. Yu is more proficient and restrained in his brushwork, appearing rough and eclectic, and more flexible.

Xing Ming carefully read the words that Yu Zhongye practiced last night. At the beginning, they were dignified and neat, but as they went on, they became more and more sloppy, and they were almost unrecognizable.It was not the last stroke of the normal finishing touch, but it had pierced through the back of the paper and poked a hole in the rice paper.

But there is no doubt that the painting "Ten Thousand Horses Are Silent" should be the work of Taichang Yu in his early years.

Xing Ming wanted to understand this, and was stunned for a while, only feeling cold hands and feet, and took a long time to catch his breath.Thinking of the way Yu Zhongye looked at him last night, he suddenly regretted, he really didn't know who the author of this painting was, otherwise he would never ask for it, it would make him appear too pretentious and fake, too eager and flattering .

After a hasty lunch, someone from Shengyu called him, saying that Mr. Yu was injured a little and left early by private plane, and asked him to represent himself in the remaining activities of Shengyu Night.

Xing Ming nodded in agreement, thought for a while, and then asked a few questions about the painting "Ten Thousand Horses Are Silent".

The man replied that the painting had already been bought at an outdoor art exhibition. For some unknown reason, Mr. Yu himself paid double the price and bought the painting back.

After hanging up the phone, Xing Ming became curious and checked online how much Master Zha Yu's calligraphy and paintings cost per square foot, but he was shocked.

He always knew that Yu Zhongye's pens and inks were valuable, but he didn't expect them to be so valuable. No wonder the person from the Art Association would beg him to mention a line, so polite that he forgot that he was also a painter, like a grandson.

Yu Zhongye sent someone to leave a message for Xing Ming, but he didn't reveal at all that he was going to give a speech at the much-anticipated media summit in the afternoon.

Originally, he was the one who was invited to give a speech, but no one else was present at the moment. As a representative of Pearl TV, Xing Ming was naturally invited by the host to come on stage.

It wasn't until the host read out his name, and everyone's gazes and spotlights fell on him together, that Xing Ming knew that he had other tasks to attend the meeting, and it was in line with Mr. Yu's usual behavior to be so unexpected. His style is mostly intentional.

All present here are media tycoons and industry leaders. Xing Ming knew that his weight was not enough, so he pretended to be polite and gave way before he stepped onto the stage gracefully.He is a little good at peeing, and he never fears big scenes. The more he is in danger, the more he can perform exceptionally. Sometimes he will be offstage for one minute, and he can talk freely in front of the teachers and students of the school in the next minute. The kind of people who should live in the center of people's eyes.

Xing Ming has been at home and abroad throughout the past and present, but he has not forgotten to base himself on reality, and his words are quite beautiful, without losing the demeanor of a leader in the traditional media circle.

He said to applause, cherish talent and maintain compassion.

With the blockbuster at the media summit, Xing Ming, the event for the next few days, is even more like a duck to water.Liao Hui didn't show up, and the matter didn't get up. Not only did he negotiate another sponsorship, but he also finalized several big names who agreed to appear on his show.

All the people present at the meeting were from the media, so such a sensational event in the media circle would naturally be featured in the news.In the evening, Xing Ming called Ruan Ning to remotely control the work in the command group, and then lay on the big bed in the hotel to check the news. Thinking that Yu Zhongye might also be paying attention to his speech at the media summit, he suddenly felt a little timid.He dislikes all the photos of himself that have been photographed and published. He thinks this lip is too thin and sharp, and that skin is too white and dull. But fortunately, most people are forgetful, kind, and follow the crowd blindly. Those who are too lazy to think, it is difficult for them to fall into trouble, but they are familiar with the icing on the cake. They have forgotten the swarm performance incident, and instead praised him as a new idol in the media circle, a role model and benchmark for all young media people.

Xing Ming asked an acquaintance to bring "Ten Thousand Horses Are Silent" home, thinking that no one at home would accept it, so he directly filled in Xiang Yong's address, and he himself was invited by a local celebrity in the financial circle, and stayed for two more days before boarding the plane go back.After getting off the plane, I immediately went to my stepfather to retrieve my painting.

One step and two steps, thinking about the painting in my heart, I walked hurriedly, but before I entered the door, I heard a loud noise in the room.

"You sold the house to him for sponsorship? Are you fucking sick?! Who the hell is your real son?!"

With a thunderous roar, the person who spoke was Xiang Xiaobo, Xiang Yong's own son.He just came out of the prison but was restless for a moment. He raised his bright eyes and saw Xing Ming coming in from the door, and let out a strange hum from his nose: "Hey! Dad, your cheap son is here!" Already!"

Xiang Xiaobo's looks and body follow his mother's. He is 1.8 meters tall and tall. He looks good, but his taste is really bad. He often dresses up like a village gun, and always has the hallucination that he is handsome.Moreover, his nose bridge is solitary, his eyebrows are connected to his heart, and he has a fierce face, but there is a very obvious scar on his left eye, five or six centimeters long, which was smashed out by Xiang Yong with a spiked shoe in his sophomore year in high school——Xiang Yong He regards Xing Ming as if he came out of his own hands, holding it for fear of falling and holding it for fear of melting, but he often kills his own son without any scruples.

After the second year of high school, Xiang Xiaobo was sent to a boarding school by Xiang Yong. If he couldn't get into the ideal university, he simply set foot in the society. If you are strong, you will be humble, very cowardly.Xing Ming didn't like to see his ignorant elder brother very much. Obviously, Xiang Xiaobo also hated him deeply. He blamed his misfortune and incompetence on the vixen and the oil bottle brought by the vixen—hate, hate so much I hate it so much that I grind my teeth every day like a knife, rattling loudly.

The house was in a mess, and the tables, chairs and cabinets were not in place. It was obvious that there had been a big fuss.

Seeing Xing Ming enter the house, Xiang Yong immediately hid his embarrassment, smiled honestly, and told him that the catering business has become more and more difficult to do in the past two years, so he simply sold the restaurant, and the money that was given out can just be used to sponsor him program.Before Xing Ming could speak, Xiang Xiaobo was furious: "I only want 20 to open a chess and card room, and you don't even allow it. You even sold the restaurant out by sponsoring his stupid program?!"

As soon as the words came out, he was still angry, and he raised his hand and pushed his father back.

Xiang Yong probably didn't expect that his son would really get rough on him, he fell to the ground in a big somersault, and got a nosebleed on the spot.

The son beats the father, and the sky strikes with lightning.It seemed that the sky outside suddenly changed, and there was a real thunder. Xing Ming helped Xiang Yong up from the ground, and patted Xiao Bo on the shoulder: "Come out with me."

"Why are you going out with me?" Xiang Xiaobo's eyes widened, and he shook his shoulders, "What? You come and give me 20?"

"I'll give you the money." Xing Ming didn't look at Xiao Bo, but comforted his stepfather with slightly soft eyes, turned his head and walked out the door, "Come out!"

Xiang Xiaobo has a relatively long puberty, and he doesn't like to listen to other people's words, but he takes Xing Ming's words seriously, and follows the illusory smell of copper obediently.Walking through the narrow corridor and turning around the wet corridor, just opened his mouth to say "Hello", when Xing Ming turned around and punched him in the face.

Although the two were about the same height, they couldn't resist being caught off guard. Xiang Xiaobo lost his initiative before he could wrestle with Xing Ming.Xing Ming lowered his face, the lines of his handsome face were tense, and he warned in a cold voice: "Be filial to your father!"

Xiang Xiaobo's air valve was blocked, and his face quickly turned liver-colored. He gasped like a cow that had just plowed the ground, and he spoke intermittently: "Now...you know how to do it? Sophomore...sophomore That year...your mother...you were bitten by me..."