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Mo Xiaoyu can't take care of so much, he can't clean up his own affairs, so how can he take care of other people's affairs.
After sending Dong Zimo away, Mo Xiaoyu lay on the bed, breathing in the smell left by Wanyan Roujia. After this farewell, I don¡¯t know when we will meet again, and whether we can meet again?
The violent vibration of the mobile phone pulled him back from fantasy to reality.
Seeing that it was Pan Xinyu calling, she immediately turned on the computer. Although it was early spring, Pan Xinyu had just taken a shower and the room was very warm, so this time she boldly only wore a suspender with nothing inside. The two sharp points are very eye-catching.
She is very satisfied with the look in Mo Xiaoyu's eyes, men, they are all of that kind of virtue, it depends on whether you are willing to spend money, Pan Xinyu thinks that she is spending money.
"What's the matter?" Mo Xiaoyu asked Wuxia after looking around.
"Boss, from now on, your fees may increase, and I will lose my job." Pan Xinyu said.
"Unemployed? Qing Wan fired you?" Mo Xiaoyu asked.
"No, the company has been closed down, pending investigation, what do you say?"
"Where's your boss?" Mo Xiaoyu asked anxiously.
"I was taken away for investigation, but you don't have to worry about her. She has a very powerful father. This matter can definitely be settled. However, I heard a very gossip. Do you want to hear it?" Pan Xinyu said Xixi moved closer to the screen, and Mo Xiaoyu could see the two protruding points on her chest more clearly.
"What?" Mo Xiaoyu felt that this was a face-to-face chat. Pan Xinyu came up to him, and he instinctively stepped back.
"My boss's mother ran away with Huang Juncai. They ran together. Now there is no one alive or dead. The news is very lively." Pan Xinyu said with a smile.
"What?" Mo Xiaoyu couldn't believe his ears. Huang Juncai ran away with Tuoba Jingyang. , or Tuoba Qingwan personally told him, but I didn't expect such a bloody thing.
"What I said is true. If you don't believe me, you can ask people in the capital circle. They all know, and Huang Juncai's identity is there. This matter stinks the street." Pan Xinyu said.
"Didn't the public prosecutor find you?" Mo Xiaoyu asked.
"I found it, and I said I didn't know anything, everything was arranged by the boss, and I would give it to whomever she asked me to give the money to." Pan Xinyu said as if staying out of the matter.
"Okay, I see, let me know if there is anything." Mo Xiaoyu said, and then turned off the computer.
Damn, this is a big deal, and the plot is bloody enough.
Thinking of this, Mo Xiaoyu called Bailu again, but her call was still unanswered, which made Mo Xiaoyu very worried. This kind of thing had never happened before, and Mo Xiaoyu doubted whether she problem occurs?
This time, Mo Xiaoyu received unusual treatment. Smith personally drove to pick him up, while Dong Zimo had already driven to the hotel, got into the car with Mo Xiaoyu, and drove to Smith's manor.
"Mo, I heard from Dong that you are here to participate in the auction. Do you also invest in antiques?" Smith asked.
"I don't invest in antiques, I just look at the market, if there is something I like, I will buy it." Mo Xiaoyu said.
"Oh, do you know this business too?" Smith asked Mo Xiaoyu with a surprised look.
"It's more than just knowing a little bit. His master is the curator of our museum there, and he has a deep understanding of Chinese cultural relics. It can be said that as long as it is Chinese cultural relics, there is nothing he can't understand." Before Mo Xiaoyu could speak, Dong Zimo had already started blowing for him.
"Really? Mo". Smith seemed a little distrustful of Dong Zimo's big mouth, and personally confirmed it to Mo Xiaoyu.
"How should I put it, anyway, I just read more, maybe a little better than others." Mo Xiaoyu said modestly.
"Oh, it's easy to handle, Mo, don't be modest, I also have a lot of Chinese antiques at home, you can go and appreciate them when the time comes, although my father is obsessed with Chinese antiques, but he has no bosom friend in England, those people They don't understand these things, what they only care about is how much this thing is worth, Mo, if you don't mind, can you stay in my house for a few more days?" Smith asked.
Mo Xiaoyu wanted to refuse, but seeing Dong Zimo winking all the time, so he nodded. He also felt that it was not good to directly refuse. As for how many days to stay, is it up to him?
"Actually, I invited you here this time for another purpose, that is to paint a whole picture of my house."Fortunately, my father called all the people in my family and wanted to paint a picture and keep it forever as a family memorial," Smith said.
Mo Xiaoyu frowned when he heard that he was drawing again.
Smith quickly noticed this, and immediately said, "Oh, Mo, you left in such a hurry last time that I didn't even have time to pay you. Here's a check for one hundred thousand pounds. This time it's the same price, okay?" ?¡±
"Okay, of course, Xiaoyu, I think Mr. Smith is very sincere, Smith, don't worry, leave this matter to me, you just need to prepare people and things, and you don't have to worry about the rest up". Dong Zimo reached out and took the check.
Mo Xiaoyu didn't have much interest in the purchase of paintings at the beginning, but as the saying goes, if you want to plant flowers, the flowers will not bloom, but if you don't, you will plant willows to make shade.
Mo Xiaoyu didn't expect to find the most important pot of gold in his life in the Smith's manor.
"My father hasn't come back yet, let's sit in the living room." Smith respectfully brought Mo Xiaoyu and Dong Zimo to the living room.
Foreigners do not have the quality of nouveau riche. They respect capable people, even if they spend money, they still respect you very much. There is no such behavior that I can do whatever I want after spending money.
But Dong Zimo didn't sit down, because although he glanced at the picture of the banquet for hundreds of people that day, he didn't have time to appreciate it carefully. At this time, the huge painting with a length of ten meters was hanging in the living room, and it hadn't been framed yet. , Looking at it now, it is very shocking.
"Mr. Mo's painting has been well received by many people, including many well-known British painters. However, what they think of is not the Chinese "Han Xizai Night Banquet", but Da Vinci's "The Last Supper". difference." Smith said with a smile.
"I've won the prize, how can I have the qualifications to compare with that master". Mo Xiaoyu said modestly.
"No, no, I think there is an artist of an era in an era. Mo, you can definitely become a great artist. I'm investing in your paintings now." Smith said solemnly. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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