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Not only did Huang Xingyun sever the master-student relationship, but he even half-covered that Song Wenyuan was expelled from the school because of his poor character. He worked hard for 30 years to create a highly respected image, and people naturally treated his words even more. I believe that for a while, Song Wenyuan's reputation was notorious, and he was repeatedly criticized as a negative example along with Zhao Liang.

Kang Tianzhen was so angry that he wanted to rush to the opposite side to spit at Huang Xingyun countless times, but was stopped by Kong Xin.

"Don't stop me!" Kang Tianzhen was angry, "I must give Song Wenyuan such a bad breath today, to paralyze the smelly and shameless old hozen, how can Song Wenyuan feel sorry for him?"

Kong Xin pulled him back by the collar, flung him into the store, and said coldly, "Song Wenyuan is such a reckless person like you? He dared to offend Huang Xingyun, so naturally he has his back trick. Why are you jumping around?"

"What tricks can he have?" Kang Tianzhen was furious, "He's just a poor boy, with no connections or background, Huang Xingyun could crush him to death with one finger!"

Kong Xin laughed when he heard this, "Poor boy... don't you know how much Song Wenyuan sold for an ancient painting? Even if he doesn't do anything, he can live a better life than you just lying in the bank and earning interest!"

Kang Tianzhen blinked and said aggrievedly, "I forgot, I always feel that he is still that poor, stupid big guy."

"Still stupid..." Kong Xin laughed when he heard that, and poked his forehead hard, "Have you perfectly inherited your parents' shortcomings, you little idiot? You have a cheap mouth, lame eyes, and a small brain. Is there any other meaning in life besides being a mascot!"

"..." Kang Tianzhen was tongue-tied and choked out a sentence, "I know how to burn porcelain."

"Hehe," Kong Xin sneered, "With your mother's devil training, raising a Labrador can burn yuan blue and white flowers."

Kang Tianzhen was furious and rushed forward with all his teeth and claws, "I want to fight to the death with you!!!"

When everyone was worrying about Song Wenyuan, he himself was still reading books and surfing the antique street online, without being affected by public opinion at all.

The antique street on the weekend was crowded with people just after dawn. Song Wenyuan was strolling in the street comfortably in the morning light. He passed by a familiar old bookstall and squatted down to rummage through piles of old books.

The stall owner sat on the ponytail, "I said Xiao Song, how did you and Mr. Huang just collapse?"

Song Wenyuan picked out a 32-carat thread-bound book, carefully flipped through a few pages, and sighed, "How rare is the Southern Song Dynasty "Historical Records" printed in 1955 edition and 1 copy in 1? Why is there only the last volume left? Book, I don’t know how much the price will go up.”

"Hey, if you like it, you can take 2000 yuan away," the stall owner said bluntly, "Don't change the subject, why did you have a falling out with Mr. Huang?"

"Brother, are you kidding me?" Song Wenyuan laughed, "Although this book is in good condition and can reach rank nine, 2000 yuan is too much money."

"Then tell me how much it is."

"two hundred."

"Fuck, fuck!" the stall owner kept yelling, "You are the one who bargains like this?"

Song Wenyuan smiled and teased calmly, "You ask for a lot of money, and you still don't allow me to sit on the ground and pay back the money?"

"You also know how rare the 1955 edition is. Only 600 sets were printed that year, and the existing sets are all treasures!"

"But you are not a set." Song Wenyuan picked up a thin old book with two fingers and shook it twice, "If you have a complete set of 14 volumes, let alone [-], I will pay [-]. "

The stall owner understood that he was telling the truth, and waved his hand dejectedly, "Forget it, I can't beat you, so take it away for [-]."

Song Wenyuan counted out six red tickets and handed them over, "Enough friends."

"Who is enough friends with you!" the stall owner yelled, "It's still two hundred short?"

"Don't you want to hear a story?" Song Wenyuan smiled, "A story is two hundred." "Fuck your grandma, she dares to charge you for telling a story, what about conscience?" "When you can talk about money, why talk about conscience? "Song Wenyuan squatted by the stall and flipped through the book in his hand, pointing to the line above, "Look, the Tai Shigong has said that all the prosperity of the world is for profit, and the world's hustle and bustle is for profit. As the person involved, I said it Isn’t the story worth two hundred?” As he spoke, he slowly packed the old schoolbag, put it in his schoolbag, and said with a smile, “Don’t think it’s too expensive, you have printed 600 copies of this book, and I’ll only tell it once. A true overseas copy."

"You are paralyzed," the stall owner was so angry that he laughed, cursed bitterly, but still did not resist curiosity, "Tell me quickly, what happened to you and Mr. Huang?"

Song Wenyuan said vividly, "The teacher looks like a learned and thoughtful person on the surface, but brother, you think, he has lost his wife and son for so many years, and his psychology is always different from ordinary people. I can't see it. I contradicted him a few words and spoiled his good deeds, no, this is how I ended up."

"...It's over?"

"It's over."

The stall owner looked stunned, "That's it?"

"Is that not enough?"

"Definitely not enough!" The stall owner said angrily, "You're going to dismiss me with just a few words? Bad review, give me back my 200 yuan!"

Song Wenyuan stood up leisurely, adjusted his clothes, and said calmly, "The item has been sold, no refund will be given, let's go, I have a good book for me next time."

"Bah! Get lost, I'd be an idiot if I sold it to you again!"

Song Wenyuan walked around the street, passed by a shop that was being renovated, went in to look for a while, the phone rang, picked it up, and it turned out to be Hong Yang.

"Hello?" Song Wenyuan answered the phone, "Why are you calling at this hour?"

Hong Yang said with a smile, "I heard that Huang Xingyun made you an idiot. I'm here to warm you up. What did you do to that old man? Did you dig his wife's ancestral grave, or took his son's ashes? Can you offend him?" Seeing that you are about to become a teacher and come here, isn't it ruining your future?"

The noise from the decoration around him made people's ears ring. Song Wenyuan walked out of the shop and walked towards home among the bustling crowd. "I almost strangled him to death while he was drunk."

"...Damn it!!!" Hong Yang yelled, "Have you taken the zombie medicine?"

"Fuck you," Song Wenyuan scolded with a smile, and said calmly, "I didn't kill you, this time it was just a warning, I guess he won't provoke me again with such a life-hungry person."

Hong Yang sighed for a while, "How did he provoke you?"

Song Wenyuan asked back, "Why are you so gossip?"

"Damn, this is called gossip?" Hong Yang plausibly said, "Is this caring? I am the first man who has ever slept with you. I don't care about you. Who else cares about you?"

Song Wenyuan subconsciously looked in the direction of Gujin Pavilion, thinking that besides you, of course there are people who care about me.

Hong Yang continued, "I guess you are not having a good time right now, is there anything tonight? Just come out and have a drink if you have nothing to do, brother will accompany you to get drunk."

"Okay," the two settled on the location, Song Wenyuan hung up the phone, walked to the parking space, and saw a man leaning in front of his car playing with his mobile phone from a distance, with a slender waist and buttocks, forming a dazzling S-shape under the sun .

It was Kang Tianzhen.

"Song Wenyuan!" Kang Tianzhen waved his hands excitedly, "I just came over and happened to see your car, and I was wondering when you would come back."

"How long have you been waiting, why didn't you call me?" Song Wenyuan looked up at the dazzling summer, unlocked it immediately, and turned on the air conditioner in the car.

Kang Tianzhen curled her lips, "I did, but you're talking to some goblin."

"..." Song Wenyuan laughed, "It was Hong Yang just now, who asked me to have a drink tonight, do you want to come with me?"

"Can you take me there?" Kang Tianzhen stared.

"I'm afraid you won't show your face."

There was no sunshade in this parking space, the car was scorched like a steamer, the air conditioner finally cooled down after a long time, Kang Tianzhen immediately got into the car, took out a tissue to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

Song Wenyuan felt distressed, took a bottle of green tea from the car refrigerator, unscrewed it and handed it to him.

Kang Tianzhen took a few big gulps greedily, "It's so cool."

"Drink slowly," Song Wenyuan started the car and slowly drove out of the crowded parking lot.

The air-conditioning and ice water made Kang Tianzhen, who was about to be sunburned, quickly freeze back to his original form. He put on his seat belt, looked at passersby passing by outside the car window, and asked belatedly, "Where are we going?"

"Go and see the house, how about it?" Song Wenyuan threw the phone to him. "The real estate agent sent a text message in the morning, saying that there is a house on Beijing West Road. The owner is in urgent need of money and wants to sell it as soon as possible."

Kang Tianzhen took his mobile phone and looked through the listing information sent by the agent, "It seems to be good. This is a school district room. It will be more convenient for children to go to school in the future."

"..." Song Wenyuan coughed dryly twice, "Mmm, um."

The intermediary's account manager is a charming little shou. When he saw Song Wenyuan, a handsome and rich rich generation, his eyes lit up instantly, and the orchid fingers flew around, "This house is really suitable for you. It is 157.8 square meters, four bedrooms and two bedrooms. There are two bathrooms in the living room, brand-new luxurious decoration, you can move in with your bags, the community is well greened, quiet and comfortable, and the property is very good..."

Wandering around the spacious house with her waist twisted, she pushed open the door, "Brother Song, look at this bedroom, look at this bay window, there is a lambskin rug on it, you can sit on it to read, surf the Internet, and even have sex~ love~ oh, good shy"

Song Wenyuan: "..."

"But there must be a special feel," the manager Xiaoshou blinked, twisted his waist and floated to the bathroom, "Brother Song, come and see this bathroom again." Super luxurious jacuzzi, you can light aromatherapy, two people take a bubble bath together , It's extremely romantic! "

Kang Tianzhen gestured viciously behind his buttocks with both hands, grinning, "He really wants to take a bubble bath with you."

Song Wenyuan said very honestly, "I just want to wash with you."

Kang Tianzhen covered her face, twisted her buttocks, and whispered, "Oh, so embarrassing"

Song Wenyuan: "..."

Manager Xiao Shou took the two of them to see the house, said a lot of compliments, and smiled charmingly at Song Wenyuan, "Mr. Song, look how suitable this house is for you. The so-called flowers for beauties, mansions for mansions... "

"Cough," Song Wenyuan cleared his throat and interrupted him, "Manager, I think this house is good, but it doesn't count. My family has to make a decision."

The manager clasped his hands in front of his neck and blinked reservedly, "Your family...why don't you come together?"

"I've been here all the time!" Kang Tianzhen said gloomyly.

The manager jumped up suddenly, his facial features flew away from his face in surprise, "You are..."

"Otherwise?" Kang Tianzhen said depressedly, "Do you think I'm his Xiaomi?"

Song Wenyuan laughed and rubbed his hair, "I can't afford a Xiaomi like you, why don't you take care of me, now my career is at a low point, and I'm waiting for Mr. Kang to reward me with a bowl of rice."

The manager vomited blood, "Can you not show your affection in front of single dogs?"

The two laughed.

In order to have a love nest, Song Wenyuan made a quick decision that this is here, not too far from the Kong family’s old house, or a bowl of soup to put it mildly, so that Kang Tianzhen often goes home to show off in front of the old lady.

When we arrived at the place agreed with Hong Yang, Song Wenyuan didn't go to the meeting alone. Song Wenyuan pushed open the door of the private room and saw Jiang Biying affectionately leaning on Hong Yang's shoulder and playing with his mobile phone. He couldn't help being stunned, "You?"

Jiang Biying sat up straight and straightened her skirt, looking like the cold and arrogant young lady of the Jiang family again.

Hong Yang grinned and said, "It's just what you saw, you're scared, hey, Kang Tianzhen, manage your expressions, you have a strong desire to perform."

Unlike Song Wenyuan's composure, Kang Tianzhen only took one look, and the whole world collapsed. He rubbed his hands on his face, shook his head frantically, and screamed, "I...don't...accept...accept..."

"Shut up!" Jiang Biying scolded coldly, "Are you going to break your vocal cords? You are allowed to have sex with Song Wenyuan, but Hong Yang and I are not allowed to be true love?"

"Hey," Song Wenyuan smiled helplessly, "Miss, pay attention to your words."

Hong Yang shook his eyebrows, looked at Jiang Biying with a smile, and whispered, "Well said!"

Jiang Biying smiled sweetly.

"Hongyang, you..." Song Wenyuan was speechless to them, pulled Kang Tianzhen to sit beside him, and rang the bell to let the waiter come in to order.

Kang Tianzhen was greatly stimulated. When he first pursued Jiang Biying, it was like a pilgrimage. He felt that she was the goddess of the whole world. She was holy and beautiful. Although he pursued fiercely, he never thought of having any intimate contact with the goddess. In his eyes , Touching Jiang Biying, it seems to be blasphemy.

He didn't expect that the goddess would commit herself to being poor now, how embarrassing it was for him!