That student turned sex

Ten minutes ago, after Yan Mo finished speaking with Ji Xiaohan, he opened the voice memo on the phone that Ji Xiaohan had given him, and put it in his pocket as a recording device.

The recording is playing.

After Yan Mo walked into the gallery, he walked around by himself first, silently looking at the paintings in the room, pretending to be a customer, and after a while, he called out to the back hall, "Boss, are you there? I'm thinking about it." painting."

Then I heard Feng Jian's footsteps.

Feng Jian came out from the back hall, his steps were brisk, and he casually hung the newly installed paintings on the nails on the wall.

"Fixed painting?" Feng Jian asked with a smile, "What do you want?"

Yan Mo glanced at the painting that had just been hung up, pointed to the painting and said, "Would I like this one?"

Feng Jian said: "This one won't work, this one was ordered by someone else."

Yan Mo said: "Oh. Then, I want the artist of this painting to draw me one."

Feng Jian laughed as soon as he heard it: "This job, no problem, but... Xiao Han is quite special. If you want him to paint, you have to wait a week. I wonder if you can accept it?"

Yan Mo waved his hand: "That's okay, I have plenty of time to wait. It's just him."

Feng Jian smiled and added: "Okay, oh, I have to tell you first, the price is not cheap to find Xiao Hanhua. His asking price is quite high, can you accept it?"

"...Well, then tell me first, how much does it cost to ask Xiao Han to draw such a painting?" Yan Mo asked.

Feng Jian said: "Like the one you saw, the painting is very fine, and it costs two thousand faces."

"Oh," Yan Mo finally said, "I see, about two thousand, right? It's a small matter. I'll come back to you when I go back to find a good picture."

Feng Jian also said, "Okay, I'll wait for you to come again."

……

The recording ends here.

Although the content is not much and the dialogue is very simple, the meaning inside is already obvious.

Ji Xiaohan and the gallery have always signed a [-]-[-] share contract. The reason for this is because Ji Xiaohan is a novice and has no reputation, so the share given to him is the lowest.

If it is an old painter or a bit famous, it may be six, four, thirty-seven, or even twenty-eight.

However, even if it was a [-]-[-] share, according to the price that Feng Jian told Yan Mo in the recording, Ji Xiaohan could get nearly a thousand yuan for selling a painting.

But in fact, Ji Xiaohan only received 300 yuan each time.

So, so far, he has sold more than ten paintings here, and the total amount he got was only more than 3000 yuan.

In other words, on average, Feng Jian privately deducted nearly 7000 yuan from Ji Xiaohan's income from selling paintings here, which is more than twice what he got.

The 7000 yuan in Yan Mo's hands probably couldn't even compare to the one-month living expenses his father gave in the past, and in Feng Jian's hands it was a month's rent for the gallery.

But for Ji Xiaohan, this is a lot of income.

It is really big, it can even be called a huge sum of money.

With this money, Ji Xiaohan took it home, and it could support their family's daily expenses for nearly three months.

Originally, this was a matter that would make people feel very angry if it was put on anyone from a family like Ji Xiaohan.

Even the owner of the milk tea shop standing by the bar held back the violent ups and downs of the rotten woman's heart after listening to it for a while, and showed dissatisfaction on his face, apologizing for Ji Xiaohan.

But after Ji Xiaohan listened, he sat there very quietly.

He didn't make any strange movements or speak.

It's just that his face was so cold that it was hard to see what he was thinking.

Yan Mo sat across from him, seeing him like this, he suddenly showed worry, and asked very cautiously: "Xiaohan...are you okay?"

"Don't be angry with yourself, it's because of his character, we just go and get the money back." Seeing that Ji Xiaohan still didn't speak, Yan Mo advised him again.

But Ji Xiaohan looked at the phone, still silent.

Ji Xiaohan heard Yan Mo's words, but he didn't know what to say.

In fact, if you want to say that he has something to do, there is nothing, he is not that angry.

After all, Feng Jian and him were not related, so there was no vulgar emotion like being stabbed by a friend.

Feng Jian is just a businessman, businessmen, most of them are profitable, and it is normal for some people to have crooked ideas.

It can only be said that he himself does not recognize people clearly.

But Ji Xiaohan can't be completely blamed, as a student, he didn't understand these market conditions at all.

Before that, he never thought of using this to make money.

He always thought that those who could make money selling paintings were well-known painters who had at least graduated from college, but he was just a novice who had only picked up a paintbrush for two years because of his hobbies, and he didn't even know if he had reached the level of entry.

But to say he's fine is still a bit of a problem.

It's been a long time since Ji Xiaohan had the experience of being played around and making himself look stupid.

He has always been praised for being smart, but this is the first time he realizes that he has never thought about checking the real income and market conditions of selling paintings, and he is ashamed of the teacher.

Ji Xiaohan looked at the phone indifferently. At this moment, the phone has automatically locked the screen due to no operation for a long time.

He picked up the phone and put it in his pocket, holding back the complicated emotions in his heart.

Ji Xiaohan glanced sideways at the window again.

A crescent moon hangs high in the sky, dotted with stars.

There was no time left for him to delay.

"Thank you." Ji Xiaohan stood up, thanked Yan Mo, and then walked towards the door alone.

As soon as he reached the door, Yan Mo's footsteps followed behind him.

"...What are you going to do?" Yan Mo asked him, holding him back.

Ji Xiaohan calmly withdrew his hand and said, "Tell him directly."

"That's it?" Yan Mo shook his head immediately, and said, "This won't work, he won't admit it."

"Isn't this evidence?" Ji Xiaohan raised the phone in his hand, "It's okay if he doesn't admit it."

"..." Yan Mo looked at Ji Xiaohan, smiled suddenly, and leaned closer and said, "Then you have to bring me, so that he can't deny it."

Ji Xiaohan neither vetoed nor agreed to Yan Mo's proposal, he just glanced at Yan Mo, turned around and walked towards the gallery without saying anything.

"If you don't speak, you are acquiescing." Yan Mo said behind him.

Ji Xiaohan's footsteps paused slightly, but he still didn't say anything, and directly opened the door and went out.

Yan Mo looked at Ji Xiaohan's back, lowered his head and smiled, and followed closely behind.

Behind him, there was a scream in the milk tea shop, "Ahhh! It's so good!!!" as the door closed, it was isolated inside the door.

When Ji Xiaohan re-entered the gallery.

Feng Jianzheng was sitting on the sofa in the rest area. He was using his mobile phone to communicate with customers, and he made a few more orders today. If this continues, he might be able to buy this place one day.

Hearing the sound of opening the door, he raised his head, and saw Ji Xiaohan at a glance, and his face suddenly showed surprise.

"What's the matter?" Feng Jian asked: "You haven't returned so late, is there something wrong with the painting?"

In the past, Ji Xiaohan went back straight away as soon as he delivered the paintings, and never asked about selling paintings.

But Feng Jian had just finished asking, before he had time to think about it, he saw the customer who just said that he wanted to order a painting came in from behind Ji Xiaohan.

After Yan Mo followed Ji Xiaohan in, he was not idle at all. He stood beside Ji Xiaohan, with one hand on Ji Xiaohan's shoulder, leaning on him, and he was very close to him at first sight.

There is also a sense of maintenance in the gestures.

Ji Xiaohan glanced at Yan Mo's hand, his brows slightly twitched, trying to make Yan Mo stand up.

But thinking about the business, and for the sake of what happened before, he didn't speak.

The posture of the two clearly shows the close relationship between the two.

Feng Jian, who was still smiling at first, sized them up a few times, and quickly figured out the serious relationship among them.

It wasn't the first day he encountered such a situation, and he immediately knew that his plan had been exposed, but he was not afraid.

Feng Jian's expression changed immediately. He put down his phone and showed a disappointed expression to Ji Xiaohan. The villain first complained and said, "I really didn't expect that you would find someone to test me after we have cooperated for so long? Since you don't believe me so much Me, I don't think we should cooperate in the future."

Feng Jian's words were a bit preemptive, carefully crafted, and there was a hint of threat in them.

Ji Xiaohan looked at Feng Jian without saying a word.

Feng Jian's expression at this moment is completely different from that when he was persuaded to cooperate with the gallery.

How gentle she was to him at that time, how indifferent she is now.

It's really ironic enough for this moment and that moment.

Heh, Ji Xiaohan felt a little ridiculous in his heart.

Seeing that Ji Xiaohan didn't speak, Feng Jian thought he was scared, and was about to calm down.

Yan Mo interrupted him from the side.

Yan Mo put down the hand on Ji Xiaohan's shoulder, took a step forward, and stood in front of Ji Xiaohan, directly blocking the oppressive emotional atmosphere created by Feng Jian.

Ji Xiaohan glanced at him behind him.

Yan Mo stroked his hair and said to Feng Jian, "I said, did you make a mistake?"

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Feng Jian to refute, Yan Mo turned around again, put his arms around Ji Xiaohan, looked at Feng Jian and said, "If you say we don't want to cooperate, it's not your turn to say it."

"It should be said that my Xiaohan will not cooperate with you in the future, that's right."

"If people find out about your privately withholding money from painters, I'm afraid no one will ask you to sell paintings in the future, right?"

Feng Jian didn't know what he was thinking, or what support he had, but he smiled slightly after hearing this.

His eyes seemed to ignore Ji Xiaohan and Yan Mo at all.

Feng Jian stood up, trying to overwhelm the two of them, but both of them were about 1.8 meters tall, and he was not that tall, so he had to stay away.

Feng Jian said: "Then give it a try! If you don't cooperate with me, who can he cooperate with? Do you think he is really valuable? He is not famous, but he is just a high school student. I praise him to sell his paintings at high prices." , he should thank me!"

Yan Mo snorted softly, with a half-smile: "Does he need your praise?"

Feng Jian didn't look at him, but turned to look at Ji Xiaohan: "You should have some snacks yourself, right?"

Ji Xiaohan's expression was completely as usual, calm and calm.

Ji Xiaohan said: "Brother Feng, I don't want to tell you anything else. Since you admit that you embezzled the money, you only need to transfer the real income from the sale of my paintings to me according to the contract, and I will go back. "

Ji Xiaohan's expression was very clear, he only wanted the money, and he didn't want to cause more trouble, and he didn't want to make trouble.

His request is actually not difficult.

But Feng Jian raised the corners of his mouth and smiled.

It was appropriate to give Ji Xiaohan 300 yuan for each painting before. Didn't Ji Xiaohan accept it happily?

Feng Jian looked at Ji Xiaohan sarcastically: "The real price is that much! I didn't lie to you."

"I was just trying to help you sell a high price, that's why I told him it was so expensive. But after I told the client about your paintings before, the client bargained the price one by one, but in the end they didn't pay so much."

"I originally transferred it to you according to the real situation." Feng Jian said.

Ji Xiaohan looked at Feng Jian indifferently, did not speak, he was thinking about something.

Seeing that he was lost in thought, Feng Jian calmed down, secretly proud of himself, thinking that he had successfully bluffed Ji Xiaohan.

Yan Mo was about to speak for Ji Xiaohan, he reached for Ji Xiaohan's cell phone, ready to play the recording for Feng Jian to listen to himself.

But Ji Xiaohan pressed his hand and suddenly smiled.

The power of his smile is a bit strong, and against the cinnabar mole between his eyebrows, it looks like the statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva with benevolent eyebrows and kind eyes enshrined in the Buddhist hall.

Yan Mo looked at him, slightly dazed.

In fact, so far, the number of times Ji Xiaohan has smiled at people can be counted on the fingers of the fingers.

He usually has a cold face with no expression, and occasionally has some irritable expressions, but he rarely smiles.

Ji Xiaohan ignored Yan Mo, and said to Feng Jian: "It's not up to you or me whether the customer pays that much, it's based on the actual payment records."

"If you don't admit it, I will directly report it to the tax bureau to investigate, won't it be clear?"

After Ji Xiaohan finished speaking, he let go of Yan Mo's hand.

Feng Jian was stunned when he heard it.

He didn't expect Ji Xiaohan, a high school student, to know about taxation.

Ji Xiaohan continued: "I don't think it's the first year you've opened a store here, and it's not the first time you've concealed your income, right? It may cost a lot of money to make up and pay fines?"

Feng Jian seemed to be stepped on the tail by him, and a look of panic flashed across his face.

Of course, this is not the first time he has done this. If he is really investigated, it will indeed be very troublesome.

But after thinking about it, he felt that Ji Xiaohan was just bluffing. He is a high school student and poor, so where did he get this insight.

Feng Jian spoke again with a suspicious tone: "Are you bluffing me? You say to report, and people come to investigate? What kind of status are you!"