After crossing, I became the sweet pastry of the wealthy

The moment Song Jin'an closed the door, the sweet smile on his face disappeared instantly.

Angrily, he walked up to Fu Chengwang, threw away the concealed documents on his lap, and asked, "Did you use unclean methods to do such a big business!"

Fu Chengwang tried to pick up the document, but suddenly it was uncovered, as if he was not wearing clothes.

Hearing Song Jin'an's questioning, his back stiffened for a moment.

Said: "Baby, this... There is always such a way to hide from the light, otherwise the West Temple would not be able to survive until today. And if I didn't start a little more black, I would have been eaten by people long ago, and there is no scum left, but Don't worry, nothing will happen to me."

Song Jin'an stared at Fu Cheng earnestly, to make sure that he was not lying, and that he was very sure that nothing would happen to him.

He finally breathed a sigh of relief, what Shen Zhiqiang said just now really made Song Jin'an really brood, and he became angry all of a sudden, but most of all he was panicked.

It was like a curse.

Knowing that Song Jin'an was afraid, Fu Chengwang held him in his arms and kissed him, and said, "Don't worry baby, I'll be fine, my tail is cleaned up, most of them are business competitions, and someone helped me out. .And I will be with you for a long time until the end of life, how could something happen. "

Song Jin'an nodded, he believed that his husband had great abilities.

Fu Chengwang was feeling uncomfortable somewhere, he took Song Jinan's hand and attached it, and said in a hoarse voice: "Baby, help me solve this first, okay?"

Song Jin'an blushed: "Don't prostitute yourself in the daytime!"

He looked down in embarrassment, took a deep breath, and compromised: "Only once..."

Before he finished speaking, he was picked up by Fu Chengwang and went to the lounge.

Song Jin'an, who was finally wiped out, had forgotten the aggressive questioning before, and slept in the lounge tired and limp. When he got home, he waited for the employees to get off work, and Fu Chengwang carried him into the elevator.

The next day Song Jinan was drawing at home, and Fu Chengwang looked for him with a tablet.

"Baby, your album was launched on major music platforms at nine o'clock last night, and it has sold 5000 million copies until this morning."

Song Jin'an's hand holding the pen paused, and after a "hmm", he raised his head and asked, "Are you talking about the music I recorded before? It started selling last night? I don't even know."

He didn't worry about these things at all, all of them were left to his subordinates by Fu Chengwang.

Fu Chengwang opened the background data and wanted to show it to Song Jin'an, but he couldn't understand it, so he could only simply relay it to him.

"Yeah, guess how much money you made?" Fu Chengwang sat down on the pear wood chair beside him, took a sip of Song Jin'an's tea.

Song Jin'an is not good at math. He only knows that the previous price was two yuan for an album, and there are sixteen songs in it.

But he is very interested, after all, this is also his money.

Song Jin'an put down the brush, and asked with bright eyes, "How much did you earn? Is it enough for my dowry?"

The main reason why he wants to make money now is not because he doesn't want to pay the price, but because he wants to save a dowry for himself.

Fu Chengwang laughed, and Song Jin'an was really heartwarming when he said this. He sighed, "Of course it's enough. If you earn 8000 million yuan, you can take away [-] million yuan after excluding the previous investment funds and other necessary expenses."

Song Jin'an opened his mouth wide, he couldn't believe it!He actually became rich overnight!

With a sound of "Plop", Song Jin'an sat on the grand teacher's chair and said in a daze, "Then I don't have to work hard? I can spend the rest of my life safely by playing with my mobile phone and eating snacks at home every day."

Fu Chengwang was amused by his salty fish appearance, and asked curiously: "Is this your ideal? Then how much dowry do you plan to give?"

Hearing this, Song Jin'an was taken aback for a moment, his eyes rolled around, and with a flattering smile on his face, he sent himself into Fu Chengwang's arms.

Said: "Husband, you are not short of money. Is it okay to bring a little dowry with me? Or... You see, grandpas say that my calligraphy and paintings are very valuable. It would be better for me to bring some calligraphy and paintings as a dowry!" After finishing speaking He raised his eyes to Fu Chengwang.

His beautiful eyes seemed to be sparking, and he said: "When the elder sister of the family got married, she also brought some calligraphy and paintings as a dowry." His voice was not loud, and he sounded quite guilty.

Fu Chengwang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he didn't ask Song Jin'an to pay tens of millions of dowry?

Holding Song Jin'an astride his lap, Fu Chengwang put his nose against Song Jin'an's and said, "Your dowry is your own, I only want you."

Song Jin'an smiled and said, "Then I only want you! Keep everything else simple!"

"That won't work. I said I would give you a grand, antique wedding. Once a gentleman says something, it's hard to follow." Fu Chengwang lowered his head, not giving Song Jin'an a chance to speak, and bit his lips.

The original time of practicing calligraphy has turned into absurd throbbing.

A few days later, Song Jin'an got on the bus early in the morning. He was going to the scene of the calligraphy and painting competition, and today he was painting on the spot.

Because Song Jin'an is No.1 in the elimination round, he is ranked first.

Fu Chengwang had to be in the company because he wanted to hold a multinational meeting, so he couldn't accompany him.

In the end, Grandpa Fu took a group of little old men to cheer for Song Jin'an.

The country seems to attach great importance to this game, and there are nearly 20 cameras.

The first link is to let them write a couplet on the spot, and a teacher has assigned a topic for them to write.

Song Jin'an stood first, and all the judges and teachers watched Song Jin'an first. Of course they watched No.1 in the knockout round immediately during the writing session.

His previous entries have already amazed many calligraphers.

Because Mr. Du had a good relationship with a child in this competition, that is, Song Jin'an, so he wanted to avoid suspicion, so he did not participate in the selection, and sat in the outer circle with Grandpa Fu and the others as spectators.

"Xiao'an must write well, don't even think about it, it's definitely No.1 in this round." Grandpa Fu said confidently.

Grandpa Du unscrewed the vacuum flask and said, "Don't be so arrogant!"

After he finished speaking, he laughed: "But I also think Xiaoan can definitely win No.1 this time."

His smile had a deep meaning. As the president of the Calligraphy Association, he certainly knew the meaning behind this competition.

So he hopes that Song Jinan can win No.1.

As they expected, Song Jin'an was really No.1 in the calligraphy session. During the on-site evaluation, several calligraphy masters looked straight at him.

They almost stood beside Song Jin'an and watched him finish writing, so there was no possibility of cheating at all.

An old man with a full head of white hair and a long white beard exclaimed, "I can't write this word for decades! I'm willing to bow down!"

Another person said: "I can see the majestic atmosphere from this word, but there is also a hint of gentleness and elegance, hahaha! It's really a masterpiece!"

Song Jin'an thanked him with a smile. He was also very confident in his writing.

Grandpa He nodded seriously, and smiled wrinkled all over his face, as if someone praised him.

"This is An An's style! His writing is majestic and elegant."

Xie unexpectedly said: "Before Xiao An became famous, I quickly asked him to help me write secondary calligraphy and paintings. I was so busy before that I didn't even remember. You also have to remember to ask Xiao An to write something."

Grandpa Xiang just smiled, but Grandpa Zhang said, "We already have three or four of them!"

"Ah!" Xie was shocked and said angrily, "You old bastards! Don't even remind me! You just—"

Grandpa Yu Fu interrupted him: "You can't blame others if you don't think of it yourself. We also had the cheek to ask for it."

"Yes, it's better to strike first." Someone echoed.

Today's competition is over. Tomorrow everyone will paint Chinese paintings in a separate room. There will be cameras and a staff member accompanying them throughout the process. In fact, they are monitoring them to ensure that they have no chance of cheating.

Song Jin'an went to dinner with a few grandpas, and received a video call from Fu Chengwang on the way.

He ate the dumpling in his mouth and said, "Brain Gong, don't mess with No.1..."