I'm still a boss after I retire

Si Guyu placed a bouquet of flowers in front of the statue of Roosevelt Glover.

The surroundings are bustling, and countless students pass by them, youthful, energetic, and full of vigor.

Perhaps among them, the next Roosevelt Glover will be born.

When the two walked back, they met students from the Department of Mathematics giving a speech. A blond boy stood on the stage and said passionately, "In a few days, it will be the birthday of the greatest mathematics professor in our school - Slov! He The contribution made in big data calculation has been unsurpassed so far! Until now, the Slove formula in our textbooks is still one of the factors that cause students to fail! Please don’t buy his rubbish. Draw, pay more attention to Slov's contribution in mathematics!"

Two days later, Si Guyu and Simu Yu returned to Wo'ao Village.

Yan Zhi was in the yard, enjoying himself stroking the dog.He raised his head: "Uncle, are you back?"

Si Guyu glanced at him with lowered eyes, as if he was not surprised by Yan Zhi's arrival, and said, "Yes."

Yan Zhi followed him into the living room, "Uncle, do you remember the painting I mentioned last time? The painting is here."

Si Muyu carried their luggage upstairs, Si Guyu slumped lazily on the sofa, and raised his chin to Yan Zhi.

Yan Zhi knew a little bit, he lifted the painting up and raised his hands high so that Si Guyu could see it more clearly.

Si Guyu's eyelids didn't seem to be fully opened, and he was so interested that Yan Zhi didn't even know if he was looking at his painting.

In his middle age, Slov accidentally left the ivory tower of the university, strayed into a poor country in the tropics and was involved in local racial disputes.

No one knows why Slov traveled across almost the entire hemisphere, traveling thousands of miles to a country that had nothing to do with him.But the cruel experience of those months also became the enlightenment teacher for his painting art.

Not long after returning from there, Slov resolutely resigned from his university job and devoted himself to painting creation.

Most of his paintings depict the days when he was hiding in Tibet in that hot and dry place, but it was under heavy artillery fire.

Si Guyu looked at the painting in front of him. The war was black and white, but Slov's painting was colorful. The lumps of watercolors were like a child covered in paint rolling around a few times. Pattern regularity.

"Hmm..." Si Guyu pondered for a few seconds, "I don't think even a good appraiser can tell the authenticity of a work of art just by looking at it."

"Then you should have said it earlier." Yan Zhi raised his arms sorely, "Do you know what is painted on it? I have studied it all night and I can't see its value. At this level, Yan Shushu's mentally retarded thing has her eyes closed. I can draw."

When Si Guyu and Simu Yu traveled, they bought a local specialty, a sweet and sour tea drink.

Uncle Wen brewed it for everyone, one cup for each.

Si Guyu took a sip, "The flames of war are raging, and everyone is in danger. Slov hid in the hiding place together with other refugees. He watched the enemy army outside, humiliated the captured prisoners one by one, and then brutally killed them." , This kind of powerlessness and anger of watching the other party commit evil is vividly expressed in this painting of his."

Yan Zhi looked at this colorful and messy painting, "..."

If these words did not come from Si Guyu's mouth, he would definitely feel that the other party was talking nonsense.

Yan Zhi asked, "Who is the enemy?"

Si Guyu: "The blue one."

Yan Zhi: "Where are the prisoners who were killed?"

Si Guyu: "That red lump."

Yan Zhi: "...The one who hid?"

Si Guyu: "Green."

Yan Zhi looked at it for a long time: "...Uncle, there is no green paint."

Si Guyu paused slightly as he put down the cup, and he said: "Slov's paintings are valuable in the meaning contained in their depths, and we can't just look at the surface."

Yan Zhi: "...Oh."

Si Muyu packed his luggage and went downstairs. Si Guyu immediately leaned against him as if he had no bones and complained, "It's so tiring to go out."

Simu Yu laughed softly, patted his head and said, "You need to exercise more."

Si Guyu said: "Then you kiss me."

Yan Zhi felt that he was in an embarrassing situation now, obviously he was the one who chatted with his uncle first, but now he went or stayed or left.

Wen Xia has long been used to it, and he cast a sympathetic look at Yan Zhi.

Fortunately, Si Guyu didn't completely forget about him. After being kissed by Simu Yu, he asked Yan Zhi, "How much did you pay for this painting?"

Yan Zhi was taken aback, "300 million. Uncle, you have long expected that I would buy it?"

Si Guyu took it for granted: "It's not surprising, your second aunt will definitely not let your second uncle spend money, and your second uncle is determined to buy it. With your mother's good temper, she will definitely let you buy it for your second uncle." Next, who made you the richest person in your Yan family."

Yan Zhi sighed, "My mother said that my second uncle's birthday is coming anyway, why not buy this painting as a birthday present for him, it's not that I don't want to pay the money, it's just that my second uncle is a bottomless pit, no matter how much money Gambled away by him."

He took a sip of tea and his eyes lit up, "It's delicious, uncle, do you have more? I'll take it back to drink. My second uncle told me that the family asked for 500 million, but when I asked someone to buy it, they suddenly The price will increase to 600 million. My second uncle and I are half of the partners, so we bought the painting. Uncle, please help me find out whether this painting is real or not, so I can go back and explain to my uncle."

Si Guyu took the painting and did not rush to tear it down, but looked at Yan Zhi, "Do you know the latest scam on the market?"

Yan Zhi was taken aback: "What?"

Si Guyu pointed to the painting in his hand, "Claims that it can be sold at a high price to trick the victim into buying a famous artwork. The scammers of this kind of scam are usually composed of two groups, one group pretends to be the owner of the artwork, and they will Sell ​​what you have at a price much lower than the market price, and another group pretends to be the buyer, and they pretend to buy the artwork with the victim by wooing the victim."

Yan Zhi couldn't believe it: "...So, I was cheated?"

Si Guyu said: "Wait until I see if this painting is real or not."

He slowly removed the outer wooden frame to reveal the painting inside. Si Guyu put his finger on it lightly, and he could feel the rough graininess.

"The author of this painting is not the same person as the popular Slov's work in the market." After a long time, Si Guyu said.

"Fuck!" Yan Zhi couldn't help cursing, "I'll call my second uncle and ask." After speaking, he immediately got up and went out to make a phone call.

Si Guyu remade the painting, put it in a wooden frame, and put it aside. "Uncle Wen, call Yan Zhi 300 million."

Uncle Wen said, "Okay, sir."

After a while, Yan Zhi came back and said, "Uncle, my second uncle said he couldn't get in touch with his partner, so he won't believe that he was cheated. I already asked my agent to call the police."

Si Guyu said: "I bought this painting from you. I don't know if the money can be recovered. It's just my compensation for not discovering that it was a scam in time."

Yan Zhi scratched his head: "Uncle, don't introduce yourself, it's none of your business."

Si Guyu had already collapsed on top of Simu Yu, "Sleepy."

Simu Yu picked him up, his tone full of pampering and helplessness, "You haven't slept enough on the plane? Little piggy."

Yan Zhi: "..."

Wen Xia asked him: "Brother, do you want to stay for dinner?"

Yan Zhi looked at the time, "No, I have an appointment later, so I have to go."

Halfway through, he suddenly remembered: "By the way, I forgot to tell Uncle, didn't he become popular after the show last time? Because variety shows can't be overly entertaining, so many program groups will invite amateurs as guests. Uncle now The old program team looked for it, they looked for uncle's contact information everywhere, the director even called me, but I refused. You go back and tell uncle, if he has a show he wants to be on, tell me."

Wen Xia: "Okay. Brother, are you familiar with Ruan Chenling? Can you introduce him to me? He is my god!"

Yan Zhi wasn't in a good mood when he was cheated, but when he heard Wen Xia's words, his face darkened even more, "What nonsense, who is familiar with him? A child who has nothing to do with a male god, a man can be you Male god? What's so good about that rotten guy?"

Wen Xia shrank his neck, thinking: So the rumors of their quarrel are true...

After Yan Zhi left, Uncle Wen picked up the forgotten painting and walked to the downstairs warehouse at home.

The warehouse is very large, it is spacious and bright when the lights are turned on, and the ground is clean and tidy.

Uncle Wen lifted a piece of blue canvas, exposing a large number of paintings inside, and in the lower right corner of each painting, complex cursive characters were outlined with white paint.

He placed this painting side by side with other paintings and counted patiently, "One, two, three, four...."

The live broadcast platform recently launched the first new star anchor selection contest.The competition lasts for one month, and the popularity is compared. The five anchors who win in the end can not only get rich prizes, but also sign a contract with the platform.

Wen Xia, as the prospective heir of the live broadcast platform, originally did not plan to participate in this excitement, "You are like a diamond hitting bronze, aren't you bullying people!"

But Wenxia's fans are very active, even though Wenxia has repeatedly stated that his live broadcast is just to pass the time, and he is not short of money.But the fans seemed to be trying to earn a living, not only urging Wenxia to actively participate in the live broadcast room, but also trying their best to give him gifts to increase his popularity.

Wen Xia's kindness was hard to turn down, so he had no choice but to agree, and within a few days he broke into the top three.

It was originally a happy event, but a few days later, during Wenxia's live broadcast, his fans came to him and said, "Master Xia, someone next door scolded you!"

"It's so shameless, he competed viciously! I want to report him!"

"That 'pretending to be rainy' is disgusting! Everyone competes fairly, so why should he attack personally when he comes up!!"

Wen Xia just opened the live broadcast room, and before he had time to say anything, he was startled by the fans' crazy remarks, and he looked confused, "You, what are you talking about?"

As a result, there were more and more speeches on the screen, and everyone explained the situation to Wen Xia in a hurry.It made him dazzled, but fortunately, a fan posted a link to Wen Xia's po, saying that all the ins and outs of the incident were in it.

It was the first time that Young Master Wen was torn apart at such a young age, and he was a little excited for a while.

He clicked on the link, and the huge headline came into view, "The rookie anchor 'pretending to be rainy' is gone? Just tear up 'Master Xia'?!"

[The author has something to say]: 2019.7.7