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The popularity of Wanrong Zhenhui became popular overnight, and the number of fans of the newly created Weibo account exceeded 99.99 in the blink of an eye. Of course, [-]% of them are not the target users, but this kind of influence will attract high-net-worth individuals, especially the second generation. A group of young people who like heat, trends, and following trends are the future owners of the family wealth.

With the rising popularity and the swarm of art consultation orders, the front desk of Wanrong Zhenhui was like a flood. Duan Zhao had to pull up a department overnight to fight side by side with Wang Youcheng.

Under the general environment of economic downturn, more and more rich people start to invest in art to achieve wealth preservation. Now this "bad time" for most financial institutions has just become a "good time" for Wanrong Zhenhui ".

I have to say that Kuang Zheng's vision is very poisonous.

He stood in front of the living room window, lowered his head and swiped Weibo, Jiuye's name had disappeared from the hot search list, in this era of scandals and fake news, no one is always the king of topics, and neither is Wen Jiu. The first star to be consumed by capital will not be the last. There is no justice in the world of money, only the jungle of the jungle.

But this move is not glorious. Kuangzheng is very clear that stepping on the reputation of others to achieve oneself is not something to boast about. The reason why he made this decision decisively is because he is the helm of Wanrong Zhenhui. What the company needs is not His benevolence and morality, but his cold-blooded iron fist.

Outside the window, the Maybach slowly slid into view, he immediately went to open the door, Baochan got out of the car wearily, and threw himself into his arms with drooping eyelids: "Brother, why didn't you go to work?"

Kuang Zheng took him into the house, "Xiao Hao said you'll be back today."

Since Zhang Rong's dinner that night, Baozhan hasn't slept at home for almost two weeks. Yangyang Entertainment is either recording or entertaining. It seems that he is shooting some MV recently, which has filled his schedule.

"Miss me?" Kuang Zheng hugged him horizontally.

"Think..." Baozhan replied lazily.

Kuang Zheng lowered his head and kissed him, ferocious, wet and sticky, entangled to the bone.

"Hmm..." Baochan's reaction was slow, even a little perfunctory.

"You boy," Kuang Zheng carried him upstairs, "you're too uninvolved."

"Brother, I'm so sleepy," Baochan groaned, unbuttoning his rigid shirt, "I haven't slept all day."

Kuang Zheng stared at the small piece of skin exposed by his lapel, breathing tight, carried him into the bedroom and put him on the bed, stepped up with his legs one left and one right, and began to take off his suit.

"Brother," Baochan sank into the soft mattress, "let me sleep for a while."

Kuangzheng stripped him out of his shirt, and lay down beside him, breathing hot air: "Go to sleep."

Baozhan closed her eyes obediently, with slender eyelashes and a quiet side face, looking upright, (657 words omitted here)

Baochan felt that this was too indulgent and outrageous, so he turned his head away, just in time to see his brother's mobile phone screen, one after another WeChat message popped up on it, it was Duan Zhao.

"Brother, Jindao..." He pushed Kuangzheng's shoulder.

Kuang Zheng thought that he was looking for an excuse to evade, a little impatient and a little angry: "You are my ecstasy knife!"

The phone rang again, and Bao Chan took the phone and stood in front of him: "Jin Dao seems to be in a hurry..."

Face recognition automatically unlocks, and the content of the WeChat notification is displayed:

boss!answer the phone!

Boss, something happened to Pink Chicken!

boss!See Weibo Hot Searches!

boss! ! !

Kuang Zheng was taken aback, and immediately got up from the bed, out of breath, clicked on Weibo, the hot search No. 1 was really Lu Ranxia, ​​the words "pink chicken fake" were very eye-catching, and he frowned.

The original revelation was a 32-second video. The blurry footage was of the [-]-square-meter studio on Xiaodun Street.In the center of the room stands a two-meter-high drawing board, on which is half an unfinished pink chicken. On the other side of the picture, the person holding the brush is not Lu Ranxia, ​​but Tan Kusheng, who claims to never touch the paintbrush again.

Kuang Zheng's expression froze.

Behind Tan Kusheng, Lu Ranxia was decadently holding half a cigarette in his mouth, narrowing his beautiful one-eyed eyes, pointing at the screen and walking up, stuffing the cigarette into Tan Kusheng's mouth.

The video ended without any words. Kuang Zheng clicked into the comments with a calm face. The first hot comment was: In the fifth grade of elementary school, I was criticized by the whole school for a pack of raccoon noodles for my classmates. At that time, I thought I was wrong. , Ten years later, I realized today, the goddamn thieves who steal the hook, the princes who steal the country! ! !

This one alone has more than 2000 likes, followed by more than 500 comments:

brother good literary talent [good]

You took the ancient Chinese exam, right?

Am I the only one who wants to ask who are these two in the video?Star or what celebrity?You all know each other?

Do not know each other.

It's normal if you don't know each other, a painter who has been on the hot searches a few times recently.

Upstairs, the words are not rigorous, this guy can't draw at all, the pictures were drawn for him by others!

Fuck even art is deceiving!

It was over, and for the first time, Kuangzheng had the panic of being unable to control the situation, and immediately dialed Duan Zhao back: "Hey, Jindao," he instructed, "Stay safe with the clients first, and call one by one."

"I know," Jin Knife was already doing, "Boss, someone is messing with us!"

That's right, Wanrong Zhenhui has become popular recently, and some people's eyes have been burned, "I'm with you," Kuang Zheng judged, "But how did the address on Xiaodun Street get out, you can find out for me."

Duan Zhao frowned: "Could it be the curator Ha...or Li Laoshi?"

"No," Kuang Zheng felt otherwise, "They're not that bold," neither Wanrong Zhenhui nor Mr. Xiao dared to offend, "I'll contact Mr. Xiao first, your side..."

Said Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived, at this moment, He Shengjing called, Kuangzheng frowned, took a deep breath, and cut over: "Hello."

"Mr. Kuang." Mr. Xiao's tone was very serious.

"The pink chicken thing..."

Mr. Xiao interrupted him: "It should be leaked from my side."

Kuang Zheng was stunned.

"That studio." Like Kuang Zheng, he thought of this key detail first. "When I passed by that day, I got a call on the way and talked about art investment, and Xiaodun Street was also mentioned."

Kuang Zheng stared: "Who is the other party?"

Mr. Xiao paused for a moment: "The boss of G&S China."

Kuang Zheng was silent immediately, G&S did have the motive to stab the knife in the back, but...

"Xiaodun Street isn't too long, but it's not a small residential area. It's impossible to find a [-]-square-meter studio in such a large area," he shook his head.

"No," Mr. Xiao was very sure, "you don't know oil painting, from the turpentine used to dilute the paint, to the walnut oil used for coloring, to the final varnish, each has a distinct taste, and some professional painters are used to doing it by themselves The frame stretches the canvas, and the surface of the canvas needs to be primed, and this primer is mostly dried outdoors."

"You mean..." Kuang Zheng understood, "Just send a few people to the residential area to search and ask, and the specific location of the studio can be quickly located?"

"That's right," Mr. Xiao admitted, "Mr. Kuang, I am responsible for this matter."

No, Kuangzheng's mind is very clear, stumbling between competitors is inevitable, and it's normal for customers to accidentally disclose transaction information. The crux of the problem is that Tan Kusheng was secretly catching the knife for Lu Ranxia. Such a big inside story, they didn't Tell Wanrong Zhenhui this partner!

Hanging up the phone, Kuang Zheng reluctantly hugged Baozhan for a few seconds, then put on a gloomy face, fixed his hair and tied his tie, and drove straight to Xiaodun Street.

When he arrived at the studio, he paid special attention to it. In front of the building, there was an open space full of weeds. Next to it was an abandoned gazebo. There were indeed several white-painted picture frames standing around the pavilion. Mr. Xiao's judgment was correct.

Going up to the third floor, he patted on the door, and the iron door opened from the inside. Lu Ranxia was holding his mobile phone with a stern expression.

"See the trending search?" Kuang Zheng led the door in, and there was a pungent smell of paint in the room, "Where is Tan Kusheng?"

He came to Xingshi to inquire about the crime, but Lu Ranxia didn't have any intention of introspection: "I went out to buy vegetables."

grocery shopping?Kuangzheng became angry: "He negotiated business for you, bought vegetables for you, and even painted pictures for you. What do you want?"

Lu Ranxia lowered her one eye and said indifferently: "No one really cares about art, the heat will pass soon."

"Yes, no one cares about art," Kuang Zheng told him, "so this hot search is bought by people who want to kill pink chicken!"

Lu Ranxia raised his eyes. He didn't expect things to be so complicated. Indeed, art is innocent, but when capital is involved, it becomes a pool of muddy water.

"I want to know now," Kuang Zheng pointed to the pink chicken dripping with paint, "Which one of you painted this ball, you, or Qin Kusheng?"

If it was Lu Ranxia, ​​the pink chicken would still be alive, but if it was Tan Kusheng, the pink chicken would surely die. Not only this chicken, but Wanrong Zhenhui would also be defeated.

This is what Kuang Zheng never allowed: "You are missing one eye," he asked, "you can't paint at all, can you?"

Lu Ranxia turned around and sat down in front of the canvas with the same unruly look.

"Tan Kusheng took one of your eyes," Kuang Zheng couldn't suppress his anger, "So I give you everything, even my own paintings have to be signed by you, right!"

Lu Ranxia picked up the pen from the oil pot and wiped it dry with rough cheap toilet paper: "Tan Kusheng is a genius."

He talked about him from left to right, and Kuangzheng had no time to listen to his nonsense, so he raised his right hand and pointed at him. At this moment, the boy said, "Tan Kusheng's genius comes from his disability."

disabled?Kuang Zheng frowned, Qin Kuan said that he was disabled?

Lu Ranxia glanced at the palette, picked out a few colors at random, without any adjustments, and patted them directly on the canvas, slapping them boldly and decisively.With just this stroke, Kuang Zheng knew that he could draw.

"He is red-green colorblind," Lu Ranxia skillfully applied oil paint. "He can't distinguish light green from dark red, blue-green from yellow, purple-red from gray, etc., including pink."

Kuang Zheng was surprised. This means... Tan Kusheng couldn't have written for him?

"The 'pink chicken' we call," Lu Ranxia smiled, "the ghost knows what it looks like in his eyes!"

"Wait, that's not logical,"

How can a colorblind person be admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts? "

Lu Ranxia stopped writing: "He memorized a whole stack of color-blind books."

Color-blind book, the scientific name is false same-color map, everyone has seen it during the physical examination at school, those colorful animal patterns, for a person who can't distinguish colors at all, how easy is it to memorize?

"Now you understand." Lu Ranxia turned the canvas around and pointed at Kuangzheng.

No, Kuang Zheng still didn't understand.

Lu Ranxia pointed to the color of her painting, which is thick and condensed, and has the shape and spirit of a pink chicken, but it lacks some weird things: "The missing 'soul' here is the result of Tan Kusheng's 'disability' color vision."

Kuangzheng suddenly realized that the pink chicken did not belong to Lu Ranxia, ​​nor Tan Kusheng, but...

"You're right," Lu Ranxia threw down his paintbrush, "Tan Kusheng took my eye, so he's willing to give me everything, including his talent, but—"

Kuang Zheng knew what he was going to say. He still remembered that when Li Laoshi came to see the painting that day, he commented on Pink Chicken that "it has an independent color standard". The reason why this set of colors is special and gorgeous is because it is abnormal. Yes, it was a mistake made by God in an instant.

"Pink Chicken is a joint work between me and him," Lu Ranxia lifted the hair on his forehead, revealing the dull prosthetic eye, "I use my disabled eyes to outline the shape, and he uses his disabled eyes to capture colors. Complement each other."

The hairs on Kuang Zheng's arms stood up.

"The reason why the pink chicken is unforgettable," Lu Ranxia said proudly, "is because its creator has two hearts, three eyes, four arms, and a pair of souls that collide fiercely and cannot be torn apart. "