Black-bellied Emperor Shao: Ex-wife is not allowed to escape

Li Baihan understands her concerns, saying that those who engage in art are arrogant, but in fact, there are different types of people. Some people wear the skin of an artist and do immoral things.

He quickly thought about it, "Song Song, I have a way to make him lose energy to trip you during this time."

Song Weiwei looked at him with raised eyebrows. The man's brows and eyes were romantic and affectionate, and there was a hint of calculation in his eyes. The corners of her mouth were slightly raised, "What can I do?"

"You'll know when the time comes." Li Baihan leaned over slightly, stroking her crimson lips lightly with his finger, "You just need to prepare your work properly."

Song Weiwei was very clear about his ability, if Li Baihan wanted to plot against someone, there was no one he couldn't plot against.

She didn't ask him what he was going to do, and after handling some chores in the studio, she received another letter of resignation.

It is not accurate to say that the letter of resignation is accurate. To be precise, it should be that the other party intends to break up the partnership and does not want to put the work in the studio for consignment.

After the former sculptors broke up, Song Weiwei was not as anxious as before.

She was sitting on a swivel leather chair, and after reading the resignation letter, she looked directly at the woman sitting opposite her. Her name was Xu Jiahui, she was nearly [-] years old, she looked like she was in her early twenties, she was wearing cotton and linen clothes, and she had a small and fresh look. Literary style.

Xu Jiahui is the apprentice of Master Mu Yi's apprentice. The ornaments she carves are very spiritual, and they are hung under the name of Master Mu Yi's studio, and her works can be bought at a good price.

In the past two years, Master Muyi has limited energy, and has handed over the studio to his apprentices. Her works have been unsalable. Now that Song Weiwei has taken the post, she naturally does not trust her ability.

Song Weiwei put the letter of resignation on the desk, and said calmly, "Jiahui, have you made up your mind?"

Xu Jiahui lowered her head, obviously she was older than Song Weiwei, but she didn't dare to look directly at her, she likes to sculpt, and many times as long as she is immersed in it, she will reach the state of ecstasy.

Therefore, she gradually alienated her friends and kept her company with sculptures, which is actually called autism, until she met a man.

The other party is handsome and good at making girls happy. Knowing that she learns to sculpt, he admires her very much in terms of words and demeanor.

Every time she was with him, she felt that her worth was recognized.

Recently, the two officially dated, and the other party felt that she had outstanding abilities, and then put the works on consignment in the studio, and it was not worthwhile for the studio to share a few percent, so she was asked to do it alone.

She thought about it for a long time. First, she sold very few works in the past two years. Second, after the death of Master Mu Yi, the studio was managed by a little-known sculptor.

She didn't trust Song Weiwei's ability, and when her boyfriend teased her, she thought of going it alone.

"Well, I figured it out."

Song Weiwei looked at her, "Jiahui, a lot of people have left the studio recently, you know that they have to go their own way, and I can't stop them, if you insist on leaving, I will hinder your future by forcing you to stay , but have you figured out where to go?"

Sculpture is a niche craft, especially for the contemporary age. Many young people like diamonds and gemstones, but they are not so keen on things like jade ornaments.

In particular, the ornaments they carve are even more valuable, so the market is smaller.

The group of sculptors who left before had their own places to go, and Xu Jiahui was an introverted person. Before, the works were hung under the name of Mu Yi's studio, and Master Mu Yi managed to sell them.

Now that she wants to start a new stove, I'm afraid it won't be that easy.

Hearing this, Xu Jiahui felt that she was underestimated by Song Weiwei. She said angrily, "I have sold many works before, and I have accumulated a lot of connections. If I want to go out and do it alone, it must be better than seeing people's faces in the studio."

Having said all that, Song Weiwei couldn't say anything more.

"Okay, since you've already made up your mind about where to go, then I won't force you to stay. Here, I wish you a bright future and a prosperous journey."

Xu Jiahui pursed her lower lip, "Then I'll go out and pack my things. The green mountains will not change, and the green water will flow forever. See you soon."

Song Weiwei stood up and watched her walk out of the office. After the door closed, she sat down and rubbed the center of her brows.

Xu Jiahui took away all the works she put on consignment here, and there were a lot of ornaments missing in the showcase, which looked empty.

Song Weiwei came out of the office, and she smiled at the few remaining employees, and said, "It's okay, this place will be full again in the future."

The little girl at the front desk looked at her worriedly, "Miss Song, are you not worried at all? They took away all the works, and the loss of customers is serious. What should we do in the long run?"

Song Weiwei stood in front of the showcase, except for the not-for-sale items left by Master Mu Yi, there were not many works left in the showcase.

She had already expected this situation, but she was still a little anxious after all.

"It's okay, it will get better, you have to trust me." Song Weiwei rested her hand on the showcase, and the light made her fingers almost transparent.

The little girl at the front desk is very uncertain. Whether the studio can flourish again depends on whether Song Weiwei can win No.1 in this sculpture competition.

Fortunately, she knew that Song Weiwei's family was well-off, so she wouldn't be unable to pay her salary in the end, so she was willing to wait a little longer.

If the studio still cannot escape the fate of closing down in the end, she can be regarded as advancing and retreating with the studio.

Song Weiwei didn't know what was going on in her mind, she walked around the showcase area, and finally stopped in front of Master Mu Yi's favorite work.

It was a green dragon swimming among the auspicious clouds, carved so vividly that it seemed that it was about to take off from the auspicious clouds.

She looked at it for a while, and suddenly remembered the time when Master Mu Yi was still there, and felt very sad for a while.

*
After Zhou Lijiang made things difficult for Song Weiwei, he went to invite the engraving committee to dinner, plotting how to get Song Weiwei out of this competition.

After dinner, he gave everyone a carton of milk.

Naturally, the outer packaging was milk, but the inside was real cash. Everyone understood and accepted the milk tacitly.

Zhou Lijiang's apprentice hurried over to send the people away from the committee, and whispered a few words in Zhou Lijiang's ear, Zhou Lijiang's expression changed drastically.

"What did you say?"

The apprentice repeated again, "Master, let's go back to the studio quickly, the people from the economic investigation are waiting for you."

Zhou Lijiang's face turned pale, he managed to calm down, quickly got into the car, and urged his apprentice to drive quickly.

Back at the studio, the investigation team of the Economic Investigation Office was waiting here. They received a secret report that Zhou Lijiang's studio had evaded taxes and the amount was huge. They had packed up all the financial computers and ledgers and were going to take them back for detailed inspection.

Zhou Lijiang is old and treacherous, even in the face of the investigation team, he did not show any panic, "Group leader Qu, why didn't you tell me in advance when you came, I am here to wait for you, I kept you waiting for a long time, it is really me guilt."

Team leader Qu glanced at him lightly, "We are here on business, there is no reason to notify in advance, Chairman Zhou, we have already collected the evidence, and if necessary, please go to the Economic Investigation Office."

The smile on Zhou Lijiang's face froze. He didn't expect the other party to be so rude to him. He smiled and said, "That's natural. If Team Leader Qu can be useful to me, just say, I will definitely cooperate actively."

"Then let's go first," Team Leader Qu stood up, beckoned to his subordinates, and walked away with a bunch of documents and computers.

Zhou Lijiang sent a group of people out the door, and when the pedestrian drove away, he gritted his teeth and said, "Go, go back to the studio."

Back in the studio, Zhou Lijiang was full of anger, and he could no longer hide the sternness in his eyes. He waved his hand and dropped a bottle of good decoration on the desk.

The ornament was smashed to pieces on the ground, and the apprentice standing next to him saw the ornament shattered into shards, feeling distressed and heartbroken for a moment, "Master, what should we do now?"

The people from the Economic Investigation Office took away the computer and account books. If something is found out, it will not only affect the reputation of the studio, but also affect the identity of the president Zhou Lijiang.

Zhou Lijiang propped his hands on the desk, gritted his teeth and said, "Go and find out who reported it to the Economic Investigation Office. If you want me to know who did this kind of trickery, don't blame me for being rude."

The apprentice shivered for a while, but didn't dare to say anything.

Zhou Lijiang raised his head and stared at him, "What are you still doing here, why don't you go quickly?"

"Yes, I'll go right away."

The apprentice quickly ran out of the office, Zhou Lijiang was so angry that he punched the desk heavily with his fist, his arm went numb from the shock.

"Song Weiyi, a biting dog can't bark, but you are so clever that you actually invited the investigation team of the Economic Investigation Office. I underestimated you."

*
The fact that Zhou Lijiang's studio was filed for investigation quickly spread in the industry. He is the chairman of the sculpture committee, and the sculpture committee sent people to invite him to interview several times.

As for what was discussed, one could tell from Zhou Lijiang's expression when he left that the content was definitely not what he wanted to hear.

In addition, the Economic Investigation Office also invited him to drink tea several times, which lasted for a long time, which made him really have no energy to torture Song Weiwei.

After Song Weiwei heard about this, she knew that it was Li Baihan who had tripped Zhou Lijiang, and she was so impressed.

At this time, another week had passed since Li Baihan Yuanxiao went to see her. Li Baihan had a big project in Jiangcheng, so he brought his team over.

Song Weiwei specially invited him to dinner and thanked him for his help.

There were only the two of them in the private restaurant, and they sat facing each other. The table was full of Jiangcheng's specialties. Song Weiwei took a piece of steamed rice dumpling and dipped it in the sauce and put it in Li Baihan's bowl.

"Try it, this is their family's specialty. The fish is lazy and slippery, and it melts in your mouth." Song Weiwei smiled, not as alienated as usual.

Li Baihan didn't move his chopsticks, he looked up at her with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "I made a project proposal on the plane, and my arm hurts."

Song Weiwei understood, he meant that she would feed him personally.

She thought about the seduction last time, but today is a good opportunity. She got up, walked to him and sat down, picked up the chopsticks and brought the fish to his lips, "I'll feed you."

Li Baihan didn't expect her to be so kind, and he was happy to see her success.

The fish meat is indeed very tender, and I don't know what ingredients are used to steam it, but there is no fishy smell. People like Li Baihan who don't like fish can't help but say, "I want more."

Song Weiwei paused, rolled another piece of fish in the sauce, and then fed it to him.

The man opened his mouth to swallow the fish, and stared at her with fiery and straightforward eyes, which made her heart beat like a drum.

She looked away uncomfortably, and said, "Thanks to you for this incident, I heard that Zhou Lijiang has been in trouble recently, and the Economic Investigation Office has been careful in handling things, and they really dug up some unjust accounts, so I summoned him back and forth to cooperate investigation."

Li Baihan leaned on the table, his whole body relaxed, with a kind of laziness, he said casually, "General studios avoid taxes, and if they do it without any flaws, it's called tax avoidance, and if people get caught, it's called tax evasion." Once tax evasion is found out, several layers of skin will have to be worn off.”

The state has never tolerated tax evasion, but there are also many people who will take advantage of legal loopholes to avoid tax reasonably.

Song Weiwei ate the fish slowly, feeding him a mouthful from time to time, not caring that the two of them were using the same pair of chopsticks, she said: "Speaking of which, the purpose of setting up a studio is to avoid taxes reasonably, but some people are greedy, and after avoiding taxes reasonably, they can return If you don't want to pay a penny of tax, you will naturally leave a clue. Zhou Lijiang is a treacherous and cunning person, and the accounts should be evened, but he will overturn the car."

"It's normal to roll over a car. Many companies have this kind of problem. It's good that there is no accident. Once it happens, no one can get rid of it." Li Baihan lifted his chin and ordered a plate of Dongpo meat not far away.

Song Weiwei quickly picked it up for him.

Dongpo meat is fat but not greasy, and the taste is very authentic, even sweet. Li Baihan frowned, but swallowed it anyway.

"Isn't it delicious?" Song Weiwei thoughtfully brought the teacup to his mouth. After the rain, the fragrance of Longjing tea was wafting, which relieved the tiredness.

Li Baihan smiled, "Everything you give me is delicious."

Song Weiwei let out a muffled laugh, "You've already frowned, and you said it's delicious, you're clearly coaxing me, why don't you try this roasted suckling pig with black truffle barley?"

Li Baihan took a look, his eyes fell on her lips, his eyes became deeper and deeper, he suddenly pulled her up and sat on his lap.

Song Weiwei gasped for breath and looked at him in panic.

Li Baihan didn't seem to see her flustered expression, he gently stroked her soft lips with his fingers, until those two lips became red and hot, he said in a hoarse voice: "I want to try Your taste."

The tips of Song Weiwei's ears burned immediately. Although she intended to tease her, but she didn't do anything right now, why did he send...

"Is the food not to your liking?" She pretended not to understand.

Li Baihan laughed again, as if laughing at her talking about him from left to right, Song Weiwei really wanted to slap him on the face, but she didn't dare to do it again.

At this moment, she was sitting on the man's lap, as if on pins and needles, before she had time to say anything, the man had already leaned over and opened his mouth to enclose hers.

This kiss is not a kiss like a superficial kiss, but with the desire of an adult, ambiguous and seductive.

Li Baihan tasted her inside and out, and then reluctantly let her go, his forehead was against her forehead, and the tip of his nose was against hers.

Every movement of his lips would touch hers.

He asked hoarsely, "Song Song, is it sweet?"