think mighty

He Yuxiu seldom bowed her head in her life.

At this moment, he pursed his lips tightly, clenched his hands tightly, and could hardly control the expression on his face.

He is not good at hiding things in his heart, all his emotions are written on his face.

Huang Banchu opened the window of the living room and lit a long pipe.

He Yuxiu put the things in his hands on the table and said, "Whatever Boss Huang wants, just ask, as long as it is what I can give."

"Oh? So happy?"

Seeing He Yuxiu's expression, Huang Banchu sat down and smiled with an intriguing expression.

"Let me guess, why is Mr. He so happy? Who has such a big face that he can ask Mr. He to come and beg me in person? Maybe..." He paused, exhaled the smoke ring, Said: "It's the young master of the Xu family who was arrested by the police."

He Yuxiu froze for a moment, then said in a low voice, "Exactly."

Huang Banchu suppressed his smile, took a sip of tea, and asked, "You know that the young master of the Xu family has messed up my business a while ago, right?"

"know."

"Then you still dare to come to me?"

He Yuxiu's face turned red and white, he was prepared that Huang Banchu would not give him a good look, but the psychological preparation is the psychological preparation, and it is another matter to really feel it.

Huang Banchu closed his eyes, waved his hands, and said, "Take your things and go, Huang can't help you with this."

He Yuxiu lowered her head and called out, "Boss Huang."

Huang Banchu stood up, turned his back to him, and said, "I never say what I say a second time."

He Yuxiu said: "I can... I can draw, what does Boss Huang want..."

"Heh..." Huang Banchu sneered, "He Yuxiu, you are so naive. You are just a painter. If you paint well, you can paint well. What's the use? Do you really think that you can get all the money in the world? thing?"

He Yuxiu froze for a moment, before he could speak, he was dragged out by the people in his house.

It was very quiet in front of the gate of the Huang Mansion, He Yuxiu looked back at the high walls and deep courtyard of the Huang Mansion, and did not leave for a long time.

It was late at night, and someone knocked on the door to report, "Master, the painter is still waiting at the door."

Huang Banchu hummed, and said, "Let him wait."

Early the next morning, after Huang Banchu had breakfast, someone came to report again, "Master, the painter is still waiting at the door, do you want me to drive him away."

Huang Banchu frowned and said, "I really don't know what to do."

He shook his head, and the man backed away.

After a while, a few people came out from Huang's residence.

"Let's go, great painter, our boss Huang doesn't want to see you."

"When is he free? I want to have a few more words with him."

"You don't understand human language, do you? I've said it all. Our boss Huang doesn't want to see you."

This person's tone was good at first, but later he became impatient and began to be tough when he saw that softness was not enough.He Yuxiu's fists were hard to beat with four hands, and he lost the wind in a short while. He was punched in the face, which caused burning pain. Immediately afterwards, injuries were added to his arms, stomach, and thighs. Later, a sack was placed on his head. On the morning, he passed out and woke up to find that he was thrown in the wilderness.

"Where is this place..." He stood up rubbing his arms and looked around, but found that there was grass all around, not even a single person.

The road was very remote. He walked for two hours and didn't see anyone passing by nearby, so he couldn't help panicking.

I won't go further and further, I won't be able to go back...

It happened to be a cloudy day, the sun could not be seen, and it was difficult to confirm the direction. He walked around indiscriminately, but he never saw a person, and he was even more at a loss.After a long time, an old man driving an ox cart gradually came into view, and he shouted excitedly at him: "Master!"

The old man thought he was some kind of bad guy, and he was leading the cow to walk around him, but he hurried forward and explained out of breath, "Grandpa, I...I'm not a bad guy."

After all, the uncle finally agreed to drag him to the city.He was tired and sleepy from the bumps along the way, with injuries on his body, and when he arrived in the city, he felt that his bones were about to fall apart.

Huang Banchu went home that night, just as the car drove up to the door, a familiar face appeared in front of him again. He frowned and asked, "Painter He, you are challenging my patience."

He Yuxiu pursed her lips tightly, and it took a long time before she uttered two words.

"Please."

Huang Banchu looked up and down at He Yuxiu who was in a state of distress, let out a "huh", and asked casually, "You are really persistent, is that person so important to you?"

He Yuxiu paused, and after a long time, he said in a hoarse voice, "Has Boss Huang ever heard a word?"

"What?"

"A scholar dies for his confidant."

Huang Banchu paused for a moment before looking straight at him.

"That's silly."

He Yuxiu opened her mouth, but before she could speak, Huang Banchu said again: "I've heard another sentence."

"What?"

"The world is bustling, all come for profit, and the world is bustling, all for profit."

He Yuxiu stopped talking.

Huang Banchu got down slowly from the car, dusted off his clothes, glanced at him, and asked, "Do you really want to save him?"

He Yuxiu nodded.

Huang Banchu laughed and said, "That depends on your sincerity. Huang is a businessman. I don't know anything else. I just know that everything under the sun has a price. What do you think?"

"What does Boss Huang want?"

"Can you really afford what I want?"

Huang Banchu touched his chin, looked him up and down with a pair of eyes, and finally, his eyes fell on his hands.

"Boss Huang, just mention it, as long as it's what I can give..."

"I want your right hand for painting."

There was a sound of wind in his ears, Huang Banchu's lips opened and closed, He Yuxiu couldn't see clearly, nor could he hear clearly.

"Boss Huang...what did you just say?"

Huang Banchu looked at him intently: "I never say what I say a second time."

He raised his foot to enter the door and rubbed He Yuxiu's shoulder.

He Yuxiu wanted to say that you have said this twice, but he opened his mouth, unable to speak, his mind went blank, and his throat seemed to have lost his voice.The leaves of Magnolia magnolia were blown off by the wind, and the wind came in through the cuffs again, making his skin crawl.

Huang Banchu just entered the house when he heard a person's footsteps behind him, and he knew who that person was without turning his head.

"Have you figured it out?" he asked.

He Yuxiu let out a "hmm".

Huang Banchu lit his bong and waved his hand. After a while, someone came over with a big knife.

The knife was very sharp, and with a little effort from the man's hand, it was embedded in the table, and the cold light on the blade flashed, it was astonishingly bright.He Yuxiu glanced at the knife, and his hands trembled unconsciously.

Huang Banchu turned his head to look at him, took a puff of cigarette, and asked, "Are you willing to do it, what a great painter? In this way, you will not be able to paint anymore in the future."

He Yuxiu's heart was beating very fast, he pinched his palms, forced himself to wake up, then looked at his right hand, and did not speak for a long time.

"Regret?"

"It's understandable, it's human nature to be afraid. Besides, you're a painting after all..."

"I give you."

Huang Banchu's words stopped abruptly, and he swallowed the rest of the words. He looked at He Yuxiu firmly and said, "This is what you said. You won't be able to paint in the future, so don't regret it."

He Yuxiu pinched her palm, her voice was a little hoarse unconsciously, "You also said that painting is useless, so why not use this useless thing to do something useful?"

The knife was very sharp, it should be easy to chop off a hand, he looked at the knife and thought.

"Useful things..." Huang Banchu said "heh", raised his hand, and then the knife was picked up.

He Yuxiu's hand was grabbed by the man and pressed on the table. He was a little nervous, his fingers trembled violently, and his legs were a little weak, but his back was straight.

"He Yuxiu, has anyone ever told you that you are extremely arrogant." Huang Banchu said, turning the ring on his hand.

"rise."

The man took the knife and pointed it straight at his hand.

"Three, two..." Huang Banchu counted down slowly.

"one."

Knife up and down.

He Yuxiu closed his eyes, and bit his lips nervously. His lips were oozing blood from his bite, and it hurt very much, but the more intense pain that followed immediately made him lose his voice. He knelt on the ground, mouthing heavily. gasp.