think mighty

The last stroke of He Yuxiu's painting was done.

The inch-cut man stood beside him, glanced at his painting, and praised: "As expected of a first-class painter from Kyoto."

He Yuxiu looked up at the rich and powerful man with a short hair, and was thinking about why this man spent so much money on his paintings, when he suddenly heard an exclamation from outside, "The thief is caught!"

The people in the room dispersed immediately, and He Yuxiu hurriedly put down her pen and walked outside.

There were many people around the door, and He Yuxiu couldn't squeeze out, so she stood on tiptoe and looked out.

There were more and more people watching, the rain hit his face, mixed with the mud on the ground, there were a few dirty marks on Huang Er's face, and then they were washed away.

He struggled hard, but Xu Shaoqing behind him pressed him firmly, and after a while, two more people came to hold his body.

"Tie him up!"

"Wait a moment!"

As soon as Xu Shaoqing finished speaking, a voice came from behind him. When he looked back, his eyes changed.

Huang Banchu pushed aside the crowd, stepped out the door of the exhibition hall, and looked at Xu Shaoqing with a smile: "This little brother, you can't do it."

"Isn't it?" Xu Shaoqing stood up, his eyes were gloomy, the rain wet his clothes and hair, he loosened his tie, and walked to the eaves: "Isn't that enough?"

Huang Banchu patted him on the shoulder and said: "Isn't it just that I took the wrong umbrella? It's a trivial matter. Today is a fundraising meeting. Don't make things big, it won't look good."

Xu Shaoqing sneered: "He not only stole my sister's umbrella, he is still on the run..."

"Hey, you can't say that casually." Huang Banchu interrupted him.

"What evidence do you have?"

Xu Shaoqing sneered: "Evidence?"

"I am the witness."

Huang Banchu stroked the civilized stick with his palm, and then laughed: "Oh, I see, you are Xu Shaoqing from "Ning Bao", right?"

Xu Shaoqing didn't answer.

He looked at the inch-cut man in front of him.

Although he has never had any dealings with that person, there is probably no one else who is willing to speak up for Huang Er right now except for that person.

Huang Banchu handed over a square handkerchief, and said, "Come on, young man, wipe your face to calm down, and then take a good look to see if you have mistaken someone."

Xu Shaoqing pushed his hand away and sneered: "No need, I will recognize him even when he turns into ashes."

Huang Banchu was about to speak when a voice came from behind him.

"I recognize it too."

The smile on Huang Banchu's face gradually disappeared.

He turned his head and saw He Yuxiu walking in front of him step by step.

"I recognize it too." He looked at Huang Banchu fixedly, and repeated.

Pointing to Huang Er on the ground, he said, "He is the fugitive suspect in the Hongwan case—Huang Er!"

There was an uproar in the audience, and there were many discussions. Some staff members were busy calling the police, and Chen Andong also came out.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

He Yuxiu couldn't see any joy or anger on his face, he just looked at the inch-cut man in front of him, and said to Chen Andong, "Anton, I'm sorry, no matter how much this gentleman pays for my paintings, I won't sell them."

"This..." Chen Andong was taken aback, looked at Huang Er on the ground, and then at the man in front of him, opened his mouth, hesitated to speak.

Huang Banchu's face instantly became gloomy. He looked at He Yuxiu and said, "Mr. He, it's not a good habit to backtrack on your promise."

"Boss Huang, it's not a good habit to reverse black and white." He Yuxiu said.

Huang Banchu's face was unspeakably ugly, "Mr. He's words hurt Huang's heart. Huang sincerely wants to buy paintings, and sincerely wants to contribute to the disaster-stricken areas in Sichuan. Why can't he come to Mr. He's place?"

"Sincerely want to contribute to the disaster area?" Hearing this, Xu Shaoqing turned his head to look at Huang Er on the ground, and couldn't help but sneer: "If your efforts were made in other places, I'm afraid Ningpu would be much less now. Junkie."

Huang Banchu's face darkened, he turned to look at Xu Shaoqing, "Master Xu, don't talk nonsense."

Xu Shaoqing sneered when he heard the sound: "You don't talk nonsense, as long as you don't fear retribution."

Being so refuted by the juniors, Huang Banchu felt a little uncomfortable.

He was just about to teach this little brat a lesson when he heard He Yuxiu beside him suddenly add a sentence: "Boss Huang, I really don't want to sell my paintings to you, but this is the rule of the fundraising meeting. Then no matter how much you pay, I will add 100 yuan on top of you."

Chen Andong's eyes widened.

Then it's not worth breaking the bank.

He tugged on his sleeve, trying to dissuade him, but He Yuxiu seemed to have made up his mind.

"Okay, that's great!" Huang Banchu laughed back angrily, he held the civilized staff tightly, but there were so many reporters, he didn't want to say much, he just snorted coldly and entered the room.

The police arrived shortly after.

Huang Er was stuffed into the car, very embarrassed, but his eyes were extremely fierce, he glanced at Xu Changning, Xu Changning shivered in fright, and shrank behind Xu Shaoqing.

Huang Banchu listened to the commotion outside, with a sullen face, cursed secretly: "Useless things!"

The people outside gradually dispersed, and the fundraising meeting was held as usual.

Jin Changying watched the farce from the beginning to the end. After everyone dispersed, he stood beside Huang Banchu, patted his shoulder, and said, "Mr. Huang, why bother with the younger generation, the future is their world."

Huang Banchu heard the sound, glanced at him, and said calmly: "Then Chairman Jin, why did he come to the fundraising meeting organized by this junior?"

Jin Changying didn't answer, just put down his hands, looked at his watch, and said, "I should go."

Huang Banchu didn't speak. He looked at the rain in front of the porch and narrowed his eyes.

He is just a painter, so he dared to challenge him.

After a while, the price of He Yuxiu's painting began to be called. Xu Shaoqing's hair was wet by the rain, strands were hanging on his forehead, and the price in his ear was getting higher and higher. , his complexion is getting worse and worse.

Raising prices maliciously.

I knew this old thing was not so easy to deal with.

The painting that He Yuxiu painted on the spot was actually called out for a high price of 5000 yuan under Huang Banchu's malicious price hike!

Even though he was prepared, Xu Changning just stayed where he was after hearing the price.

She took a few steps back in a daze, tugged on her brother's sleeve, and asked in a low voice, "Brother, Mr. He is so rich?"

This voice was heard by Xie Zhiwen, who shook his head and sighed, "I'm afraid I even lost my underwear."

Now that the price of silver is rising, 5000 yuan is not a small sum.

Xu Changning looked at Xie Zhiwen, said "ah", and said worriedly: "Then what should I do, Mr. He won't sleep on the street tonight."

Hearing the sound, Xu Shaoqing turned his head to look at Huang Banchu who was still about to raise the price, and sneered: "This old thing is somewhat deceptive."

He Yuxiu's face was also quite ugly, he really underestimated Huang Banchu's viciousness.

You know, in the past two years, the China-Japan Joint Art Exhibition sold more than [-] works, and the profit was only [-] yuan. Now he actually raised the price of one of his paintings to [-].

5000 yuan is really not a small amount for him. Previously, he saw that Huang Banchu was making out with "Mr. He".

But he has always been very stubborn, especially at this moment, he sneered, and was about to raise the price when he suddenly heard a voice behind him.

"I'll give you eight thousand!"

Both He Yuxiu and Huang Banchu were taken aback.

He Yuxiu winked at Xu Shaoqing, but Xu Shaoqing pretended not to see it, but just looked at Huang Banchu, hugging his chest and said, "Why, don't you dare add?"

It was originally just a game between two people, but now that a third person is added, the situation suddenly becomes a little complicated.

"Interesting," Huang Banchu laughed, and said, "I'll pay nine thousand."

"Ten thousand." Xu Shaoqing followed without hesitation.

Xu Changning looked at Xu Shaoqing in disbelief, "Brother, are you crazy?"

Huang Banchu looked at him intently, and didn't speak for a long time.

The reporters also took a deep breath, looking back and forth between them.

At this time, Huang Banchu didn't dare to raise the price rashly, he couldn't figure out what it meant to allow Shao Qing to intervene.

Are you interested in buying paintings?

Or are you collaborating with He Yuxiu and planning to trick him?

He pondered for a long time, finally smiled, and said, "Interesting."

"Since Young Master Xu is so enthusiastic about helping the disaster, I will give you this opportunity."

He is not a fool to buy a painting for 1 yuan.

Xu Shaoqing looked at the man's back, sneered, and said, "Fake benevolence and righteousness."

The wood is done.

He Yuxiu exhaled, rubbed her temples, and looked at Xu Shaoqing: "Are you crazy?"

1 yuan, how dare he call it.

Xu Shaoqing took off his wet coat and glanced at him, his eyes were warm, which made He Yuxiu's face feel a little hot.