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Kuang Zheng made a phone call for almost an hour, and then clicked on WeChat, the screen was full of red dots, he scrolled from top to bottom, most of them were New Year greetings, and there was a message from Duan Zhao: Boss, Wang Youcheng's hot search was on.

Kuang Zheng went to Weibo, the hot search on the first day of the Lunar New Year, the fourth place bought by Wang Youcheng, he clicked on the topic and saw, to his surprise, "Genius painter Lu Ranxia", a fake news made, the popularity of netizens is unexpectedly Not low.

The little-known pheasant painter, it is reasonable to say that the participation of the public should not be high. After looking around, I found that this hot search has two success points.

First, Wang Youcheng's copywriting is very beautiful. The scraper that stabbed Lu Ranxia's left eye was replaced by a working girl, Xiao W.Xiao W's character design is very old-fashioned, youthful, financially poor, and almost pathologically paranoid. In the copywriting, she worked as a model for Lu Ranxia for three years, and fell in love with his talent. When the graduation season came, Lu Ranxia They were about to go to France for further studies, and the two faced separation, and conflicts broke out.

The second point is Lu Ranxia's face. Somehow Wang Youcheng persuaded Tan Kusheng to take a close-up of him in the studio.Lu Ranxia held on to the pen, rubbed a few paints on her feminine face, adding some artist-specific melancholy to her unruliness, Kuang Zheng had to admit that in this day and age, beauty is justice.

Such a wonderful face loses its left eye, and anyone who sees it will sigh. The so-called tragedy is to break the beautiful things for others to see. In Lu Ranxia's tragedy, there are love, hate, and dramatic conflicts. , successfully aroused the curiosity of the passers-by, and quickly brought him into the public eye.

Kuang Zheng was very satisfied and sent a message to Duan Zhao: Can Wang Youcheng do it?

Duan Zhao replied: Make do with it.

Kuangzheng told him: You learn a little bit.

Duan Zhao is impatient: that's enough.

Kuang Zheng exited the chat box, then scrolled down, flipped through, and suddenly scanned Bao Chan's profile picture, he was taken aback, clicked in and saw the message, and jumped up from the sofa.

He has experienced what it feels like for his wife to run back to her natal home today. He was stunned, angry, anxious, and unspeakably guilty. After turning off WeChat, he wanted to call Baochan, but on second thought, he simply went to the cloakroom to change clothes. .

After getting dressed and going downstairs, he shouted to the guest room from the entrance: "Mom, let me go out!"

Kuang's mother opened the door and came out: "Why are you in such a hurry, what are you doing?"

"It's okay," Kuang Zheng said without turning his head, "don't wait for me for lunch!"

He didn't call Xiao Hao for the New Year's Eve. He went to the garage to start the Panamera. The warehouse is a warm one. In addition, he usually has the habit of warming up the car. The engine roared and the battery was charged.

When he drove to Hongshi, he left the car on the side of the road and took the subway to the city center. He sometimes had the address of Kuoting, but in fact he had the address of everyone in Ruyizhou, and he knew everything about Baochan like the back of his hand.

He took a taxi, went up to the eighth floor, and knocked on the iron gate with Spring Festival couplets.

"Who?" The people in the room responded, and the voice was Shi Kuoting.

"I, Kuang Zheng!"

With a creak, the door opened, and it was Ying Xiaonong who came out: "Brother Kuang, Happy Chinese New Year."

Kuangzheng didn't have time to chat with him: "I'm looking for Baochan." As he said, he turned to go in.

"Hey," Ying Xiaonong stretched his feet, stopped him with a smile, "Bao Chan is not here."

Kuang Zheng narrowed his eyes, took out his phone, and showed him a message on WeChat: "Bao Chan said he was here."

"It's here," Ying Xiaonong said a bit in an embarrassing way, "It's gone again."

Kuang Zheng didn't believe his nonsense, and looked past him into the room: "Where can he go?"

"Let the little gentleman pick you up," Ying Xiaonong leaned against the door, gloating, "You came too slowly, you have been away for more than an hour."

Kuang Zheng stared, unbelievable, he didn't expect that Mr. Xiao would take advantage of his time so quickly, let alone that Bao Chan would really go with that guy.With a livid face, he turned and went downstairs, his coat flapping and snapping.

When he got downstairs, he called a car, smoked a cigarette, and called Mr. Xiao.

"Hello," the other side answered with a smile, "Mr. Kuang."

"Where are you?" Kuang Zheng was very rude.

Mr. Xiao was stunned: "What's the matter?"

"Stop talking nonsense," Kuang Zheng was extremely forceful when it was about Baozhan, "Where is it, give me the address."

Mr. Xiao remained silent.

"What's the matter?" Kuang Zheng knew how to make someone like Mr. Xiao talk, "Are you scared?"

Mr. Xiao snorted softly, and said in a cold tone, "I'm in the studio."

Kuang Zheng was colder than him: "Address."

The phone was hung up immediately, and a few seconds later, the text message ding sounded, and an address was sent.

He Shengjing's studio is in the southern suburbs, next to the moat. In spring and summer, it should be a scene of green willows shaded by water, but the cold winter has not yet passed, and the frozen river surface and jagged dead branches add to the bleakness of the antique courtyard.

The yard is not small. There are drones passing by from time to time in the nearby streets. A camera is installed every three to five meters on the courtyard wall. Inside and outside the door are full of bodyguards in suits and leather ties, as well as dogs, pit bulls, and ferocious appalling.

Kuang Zheng followed his personal butler into the yard. With the complicated Chinese layout, cornices, corridors, pavilions and rockery, it is hard to imagine that this is just a studio.Pass a few thresholds, turn right in the main room of the third entrance courtyard, and enter the East Nuan Pavilion. There is a pungent smell, which is the smell of various thinners mixed with oil paint.

Mr. Xiao was leaning on an arhat bed made of golden nanmu, with his shirt open and a pure gold amulet hanging on his chest. Opposite him was a naked black mannequin with oily skin and big, empty eyes. Seeing Kuang Zheng , put on pajamas, and went out barefoot.

Kuang Zheng scanned the room and asked directly, "Where is the person?"

Mr. Xiao stared at him, his pupils could hardly be seen in his shallow eyes: "Who?"

During this journey, Kuangzheng was already irritable enough, and he was not in the mood to go around in circles with him: "He Shengjing, you are a smart man," he stood in front of Luohan's bed, condescending, "Who is Baochan, you know who you are."

Mr. Xiao looked up at him and didn't answer.

"If it's not clear enough, let me clarify with you again," Kuang Zheng bent down, face to face with him like some kind of extremely aggressive animal, "We eat at the same table, sleep on the same bed, and the money is placed on the same bed." One account, the relationship in which the name will be written on a certificate in the future."

It was too close, and Mr. Xiao moved back uncomfortably.

"Is it clear?" Kuangzheng turned his head and put it in his ear, "If you understand it, hand it over to him."

Mr. Xiao raised his eyebrows, and changed into a comfortable posture: "I'm not here."

Kuang Zheng moved his eyes and grabbed his lapel.

Mr. Xiao was unruffled: "Who told you that someone is here with me?"

Kuang Zheng took off his coat with one hand, ready to fight him.

"Boss Bao himself?"

No, it was Ying Xiaonong, Kuangzheng's undressing hand froze, that was a master who played with death, Baochan got angry and ran to him, it was too possible for him to throw himself back.

"I made an appointment with Boss Bao," Mr. Xiao looked at his watch, "an hour ago, but he turned me down."

Kuangzheng was a little confused. The reason why he believed Ying Xiaonong's words was because he felt that Baochan had been wronged at home, and Mr. Xiao happened to invite him. He was injured here, and he did not accept other people's invitations.

"Impulsive enough, Mr. Kuang," Mr. Xiao pointed at his hand holding his shirt, "You are impolite on the phone, but you still follow me when we meet. Do you treat me outside as a display?"

"Mr. He," Kuang Zheng let go of his grip, but he refused to admit defeat, "This is not Chiang Mai."

"Diplomatic immunity aside, just rely on my family's face," Mr. Xiao lazily leaned against the edge of the Arhat bed, rolled up his shirt sleeves, "Within the four walls of this yard, I can do whatever I want."

Kuang Zheng did not deny his background, and took two steps back. Mr. Xiao got off the Arhat bed and flexed his wrists: "Now it's time for me to ask the teacher, Kuang Zheng."

Kuang Zheng was not afraid of him. He took off his suit, unbuttoned his shirt, and was about to take off his watch. Mr. Xiao swung his fist, aiming at his temple. Kuang Zheng raised his arm subconsciously, with great force. The muscles are numb.

Mr. Xiao whistled: "The response is good."

"Muay Thai?" Kuang Zheng shook his arms.

Mr. Xiao asked enthusiastically, "Who tricked you?"

Kuangzheng was so embarrassing, he gritted his teeth and said, "Ying Xiaonong."

Mr. Xiao has the impression that he has seen it on the play card of Ruyi Island: "The little angel who plays the female role?"

Yes, a fake bitch.Kuang Zheng put on a stance, he has also practiced wrestling seriously, so he is not afraid of this kind of scene.

"Interesting," Mr. Xiao withdrew his hand, turned around and picked up the phone, "The one-eyed beauty on the trending list belongs to your family?"

Kuang Zheng was startled, one-eyed... He was referring to Lu Ranxia.

"I have some friends in the Chinese art circle," Mr. Xiao clicked on Weibo and posted a photo of Lu Ranxia, ​​"There must be capital behind this person who appeared in the circle for no reason. It just so happens that your family is a painter, so I Reasonable speculation."

"That's right," Kuang Zheng admitted directly, "It belongs to my family, the author of Pink Chicken."

Mr. Xiao nodded: "It's a good story."

Kuang Zheng knew that he was interested: "A 500 yuan chicken is going to be sold to a buyer of your level. It is my job to prepare the chicken in advance."

"Mr. Kuang," Mr. Xiao put down his phone, "I want this chicken, just ask how much it costs, art is art, don't be speculated like a little star."

"What I want to sell is not just a chicken." Kuang Zheng held his head up and buttoned up his shirt. "With this chicken, I want to make Wanrong Zhenhui a leader in art transactions in China's private banking industry." He put on his suit and picked up his coat, "My appetite is the whole market, not just a painter or a few paintings."

Mr. Xiao was surprised. He always thought that Kuangzheng was a businessman who sells and speculates paintings. "Mr. Kuang," he likes guys with vision and ambition, especially those related to artworks. "Are you interested in Muay Thai?"

Kuang Zheng squinted at him, noncommittal.

Mr. Xiao pressed a button next to Luo Hantao: "An appointment with you another day."

The door of the Snapper opened immediately, and a well-trained personal butler walked in.

It's already a matter of hands-on relationship, Kuang Zheng is not polite to Mr. Xiao: "Send me a car."

Mr. Xiao was puzzled: "Didn't you drive?"

Kuang Zheng sighed: "There is something wrong with the driver's license."

Mr. Xiao smiled: "Use my car."

Rolls-Royce Phantom, with a pure LCD instrument panel, gorgeous retro mahogany, and aviation-grade leather seats, sent Zheng Zheng away from the southern suburbs gracefully and smoothly.He didn't go home, but turned back downstairs to Shi Kuoting's house, got out of the car and went straight to the eighth floor, with all his energy, he kicked at the iron gate.

With a bang, the whole floor shook. With such a loud noise, Ying Xiaonong didn't open the door, but the neighbor's door fell open, and a shirtless brother came out cursing: "I fuck you..."

Seeing Kuang Zheng's appearance, he shut up. He was covered in brand-name suits, a gleaming gold watch, and fierce eyes. He went back to the house, put on some clothes, and stood at the door to watch the excitement.

"Ying Xiaonong!" Kuang Zheng slammed the door, "I'll take Baochan home!"

"I'm sick!" The elder brother of the neighbor yelled out from the room. It was a young and beautiful little girl, wearing Hellokitty pajamas, with disheveled hair, "What kind of monster are you for the Chinese New Year! Auntie gave you face..."

Another one was overwhelmed by Kuang Zheng's compulsion, and the husband and wife stood side by side and watched him act wildly, arm in arm.

Kuangzheng kicked a few more times, but he couldn't get away, so he asked the elder brother, "Is there anything wrong?"

The elder brother didn't say anything, but the younger sister was very happy, she turned around and came back with an iron stool, and handed it to him.

Kuang Zheng said "thank you", and was about to smash the door with his stool, when there was a thud, and the door opened.

Kuangzheng kicked the door to go in, but Shi Kuoting and Ying Xiaonong went on a rampage, pushing the door when they saw it, and finally saw Baochan in the innermost room on the south side.

This dead boy was lying on the bed with his bare arms, with his chubby little Treasure in his arms, probably because he was afraid of the child's noise, his ears were tightly plugged with rubber plugs, and the father and son slept soundly.

Seeing him, Kuangzheng's irritability and anger all disappeared. Only then did he realize that he was still holding a stool in his hand. He gently put down the iron stool, sat on the corner of the bed with a sigh of relief, and rubbed his face wearily.

"Senior brother..." Baozhan was half asleep and half awake, thinking it was Shi Kuoting who came in, turned over, and put his foot on his thigh, holding a thin ankle in his hand, loving and loving He kissed him hatefully.