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For three consecutive days, Shu Qingmo came to the top-floor apartment of Huangjin, which overlooks the world. Every time he came, he felt different.

The servant served the iced sour plum soup made by hand and put it in a beautiful glass cup. Shu Qingmo drank one cup after another, and finally Yan Zonglang interrupted him: "Come to my house for a drink Is it?"

"Cough cough." Shu Qingmo almost choked. He took the tissue that Yan Zonglang handed him and wiped his mouth. He mustered up his courage and said, "Mr. Yan, I want to ask you to do me a favor."

He had rehearsed countless times on the road before, but in front of Yan Zonglang, Shu Qingmo still stammered when talking about the whole thing.

He briefly talked about Ye Xiaoxuan and Shu Yichen's affairs, Yan Zonglang kept listening attentively, nodding thoughtfully from time to time.After Shu Qingmo finished speaking, he exchanged his crossed legs and asked slowly: "So you want me to help you with this matter?"

Shu Qingmo clenched her hands and nodded nervously.

Yan Zonglang didn't express his opinion immediately, but Shu Qingmo only felt an invisible big hand holding his heart, making his heartbeat not dare to be too loud.

After a long while, Yan Zonglang finally spoke, but what he said made Shu Qingmo confused.

"When I was young, I adopted a stray dog." Yan Zonglang said, "It's called Fugui, after the old housekeeper."

"... Stray dogs?" Shu Qingmo didn't know what this had to do with what they were talking about now.

"I am an only child, and my parents are too busy to accompany me, so I like Fugui very much, because it is by my side every day." Yan Zonglang said unhurriedly, "I was very happy during that time, and my personality was very cheerful. The housekeeper said he had never seen so many smiles on my face."

Shu Qingmo faintly felt that Yan Zonglang didn't talk about his childhood on a whim, so he stopped answering the conversation and waited obediently for the next sentence.

"But my dad doesn't like me like this. He thinks that I have no edges and corners. I never urge my classmates to borrow money and never repay it. This kind of personality will suffer in the business field in the future." Yan Zonglang paused, "So guess what? "

Shu Qingmo shook her head, expressing that she couldn't guess.

Yan Zonglang said: "He had someone drag Fugui into the courtyard and beat him to death."

When he said this, Yan Zonglang's tone remained unchanged, as if he was just talking about a trivial daily matter.But Shu Qingmo's heart skipped a beat, her eyes widened in surprise.

A thought suddenly flashed in his mind, the reason why Yan Zonglang raised such a fierce Tibetan mastiff, could it be that the dog he raised when he was a child was beaten to death?

Yan Zonglang's next words confirmed Shu Qingmo's thoughts, he smiled and said: "So you see, now that I raise Alpha, no one dares to touch it."

Yan Zonglang's tone remained calm, but Shu Qingmo still noticed a slight change in his eyes.

When talking about the dead Fugui, Yan Zonglang's eyes were clouded, which showed that for him, Fugui's death was not as calm as he appeared.

Yan Zonglang changed the subject: "I'm not talking about raising dogs with you when I tell you this."

Shu Qingmo suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart, only to hear Yan Zonglang say again: "I just want to tell you that I don't like protecting the weak."

Hearing this, Shu Qingmo's heart gradually sank, and now he fully understood the meaning of what Yan Zonglang told him just now.

Yan Zonglang has learned a lesson from the rich and powerful, protecting the weak will not bring good results, but will hurt himself, so now he will not have the slightest sympathy for the weak.

In Yan Zonglang's eyes, Shu Qingmo was that stray dog ​​who had no power to fight back when being bullied by others.

If he couldn't become as strong as Alpha, then he would have to be beaten to death.

After realizing this, Shu Qingmo's face turned pale.Perhaps his face was too ugly, Yan Zonglang relaxed his tone, and said softly: "Actually, you are not weak, you just haven't realized it yet."

Shu Qingmo raised her eyes and looked at Yan Zonglang in puzzlement.

"Isn't your Chinese painting very good?" Yan Zonglang said, "The mounting technique should not be too bad."

Shu Qingmo didn't think it was such a powerful thing to have a craft, he only thought that Yan Zonglang was comforting him with something he was good at, a little bit disappointed, and murmured: "It's not bad."

Yan Zonglang asked again: "Then do you know that neither Shu Mengfu nor Shu Yichen know how to frame paintings?"

Shu Qingmo was suddenly a little dazed, because he found that Yan Zonglang was not trying to comfort him perfunctorily, but talking to him seriously about this matter.He cheered up a little, and said, "I probably know, someone in the Academy of Fine Arts passed on this."

Shu Mengfu is a graduate student majoring in calligraphy and painting appraisal. Like Shu Qingmo, she graduated this year and is a celebrity in the Academy of Fine Arts.And Shu Yichen failed to get into the Academy of Fine Arts, and went abroad to study art history. It is said that now he has established an investment company and wants to develop in the financial field.

These are the gossips of everyone in the Academy of Fine Arts, so naturally Shu Qingmo has heard of them to some extent.

Yan Zonglang said: "From this point of view, you hold a bargaining chip that no one else has, and you choose to hide it. This is your own choice, of course there is no problem. It's just—"

Speaking of this, Yan Zonglang paused, and continued: "When you encounter trouble, first think about how to use the chips in your hand, and don't rush to ask for help."

Shu Qingmo was really not suitable for this kind of roundabout businessman-like conversation, his eyes showed a confused look, but Yan Zonglang didn't go any further.

"I'll give you another piece of advice." Yan Zonglang raised the corners of his mouth as he spoke, and smiled softly, "You have to watch the timing when you play your cards. For example, don't expose your bottom line in advance when you are not sure whether I will help you. Since you can finish the last painting ahead of time, how about... giving you three weeks?"

Completely defeated.

Shu Qingmo walked disgracefully on the streets of the city center where people were coming and going, only feeling that she had been completely defeated in front of Yan Zonglang.

He originally came to ask Yan Zonglang for help, but Yan Zonglang not only failed to help him, but also shortened the one month he managed to get to three weeks.This is simply to let him know how much he weighs.

Before, Shu Qingmo thought that Shu Yichen was scheming, but now it seems that in front of Yan Zonglang, he is nothing more than a pediatrician.

Shu Yichen can only achieve his goal by means of unscrupulous means, while Yan Zonglang only needs to speak a paragraph gracefully and calmly to get the result he wants.

Shu Yichen's is called scheming, and Yan Zonglang's is called Chengfu.

And what about Shu Qingmo?He has nothing but childishness.

It is impossible to say not to be hit.

But fortunately, besides traditional Chinese painting, Shu Qingmo has another advantage, that is, he can adjust his mentality very well.

This is also thanks to the encounters he had when he was a child, which made it difficult for him to have unbearable "big events" in his life.He has experienced kidnapping, severed hands, and mother going crazy. What else can't he bear?

After walking a few kilometers home from the city center, Shu Qingmo had completely recovered.

He replayed the conversation between him and Yan Zonglang, and found that Yan Zonglang's words were actually not complicated. They were nothing more than encouraging him to use his own advantages to seek corresponding benefits, and then use this as a bargaining chip to achieve other goals.

Shu Qingmo had never thought about this before, but at this moment he couldn't help thinking seriously, what would happen if he really went to fight for the family property?

Forget it.

Shu Qingmo almost gave up in a second, he is not good at and doesn't like to do such things.

The only reason he went to fight for the family property was to help Ye Xiaoxuan, if he had to say it, he felt...it wasn't worth it.

There will be a steelyard in everyone's heart.

Shu Qingmo still regards Ye Xiaoxuan as a friend, but if it's not worth it, it's not worth it.He is not yet so saintly. In order to help Ye Xiaoxuan, he forced himself to do things he didn't want to do.

It seems that Yan Zonglang's advice will be wasted.

Shu Qingmo lay listlessly on the sofa in a daze, thinking that this matter was about to end in such a situation, he unexpectedly received a call from Shu Yichen.

"I heard that you and Ye Xiaoxuan had a fight."

Shu Yichen's idle voice came from the other end of the phone. Shu Qingmo was already using his brain too much, he was dazed for a while before he realized that Shu Yichen could only learn about it from Ye Xiaoxuan.

"What's the matter?" Shu Qingmo asked coldly.

"I've helped her solve the issue of the degree certificate, and I'll let you know."

"Oh."

Shu Qingmo couldn't tell what was going on in her heart, it was impossible for Shu Yichen to show kindness suddenly, so Ye Xiaoxuan could only run to Shu Yichen to confess her mistake and plead for mercy.

Judging from the results, it may be a good choice.

"I think that sentence makes sense," Shu Yichen continued, "Like a mother, like a son."

Shu Qingmo frowned slightly when she heard the words, and there were waves in her calm heart.

"As for you and your mother, it's naive at best, and naive at worst. When your mother brought you back to our house, I thought she had watched too many Qing palace dramas, and she wanted mothers to be more expensive than their children, so what happened? It’s called evil will be rewarded with evil.”

Shu Qingmo held the phone expressionlessly, and the ripples in her heart gradually became choppy.He found that fate really likes to play tricks on people, like now, when he had already "forget it", Shu Yichen wanted to bump into his gun.

"Shu Yichen." Shu Qingmo spoke slowly, the temperature in her tone dropped to freezing point, "Remember what you said today."

"Why, I was wrong—"

Before Shu Yichen could finish speaking, Shu Qingmo hung up the phone.

In the end, Shu Qingmo was just a 22-year-old college student, and he couldn't be as calm as Wu Yunmo in everything.

It's really worthless to fight for family property just for Ye Xiaoxuan, but it's different for him.

He pulled out Fang Wanrou's number and pressed the dial button, and a casual female voice soon rang out: "Hello?"

"It's me." Shu Qingmo said, "I decided to take back the inheritance."

"How do you take it?" Fang Wanrou's tone was very calm, "Don't forget that you must have my approval."

"I just want to ask," Shu Qingmo said, "Aside from me, is there anyone else in the Shu family who knows how to frame paintings?"

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