Fake is true

When I called Zheng Chang, Yan Fangsheng had just received an old-fashioned lighter from an old friend, and it was not filled with oil. Yan Fangsheng studied the opening and closing of the valve, and always felt that it was not smooth. Looking inside, there were some mottled rust stains left .

"If you have nothing to do, go to the Three Treasures Hall." Zheng Chang said as soon as he got through, he was singing vigorously, and Yan Fangsheng guessed that it was probably on some cheerful occasion.

"There is indeed something."

"Tell me."

"I want to borrow some money from you." Yan Fangsheng cut to the point, put the empty lighter back into the box and covered it.

"How many?"

"40."

The number Xu Donglin mentioned was quite large, and Yan Fangsheng didn't have much money on hand, and his personal deposits were all scattered in various fund stocks.

"Are you trying to invest?"

"Take care of something."

"Your legs..."

"No, other questions."

Realizing that Yan Fangsheng didn't intend to talk in detail, Zheng Chang didn't ask too much: "Okay."

"Thanks, I'll draw up an IOU for you."

After hanging up the phone, Yan Fangsheng rummaged through the address book, and found a lawyer who specialized in criminal law among a bunch of lawyers, and ruled out those with insufficient prestige and ability, and screened out one of them, and Yan Fangsheng called the other party.

Xu Donglin's unexpected appearance in the morning really caught him off guard and made Yan Fangsheng unable to respond in time to preserve the evidence, but it's not too late now.

Even if Xu Donglin called Xu Donglin for a huge sum of money, Yan Fangsheng would make him unable to swallow it.

And Xu Donglin was really impatient, unable to restrain his impatience. Yan Fangsheng received two calls from him in one day, asking how his fundraising was going.

"Still preparing, a lot of money," Yan Fangsheng turned the pages, "You have to give me time."

"I advise you to hurry up, otherwise I'm not sure whether this video will be posted on the Internet. You don't want people all over the street to know that you are a disgusting homosexual!" Xu Donglin breathed heavily and raised his voice word by word.

The other end was chattering again, the voice was too low, Yan Fang couldn't hear what Xu Donglin said clearly, and only heard a sentence after a while: "I'll give you three days... within three days, I must see the money arrive in my account!"

Yan Fangsheng closed the book heavily, "Yes."

The weather forecast is very accurate, so accurate that it is a bit outrageous. After the holiday, Mu Zhou returned to the classroom to draw, and was in a hurry to draw daily exercises. His easel was facing the window. .

"I'm starving to death." Chen Dong rubbed his stomach, then bumped Mu Zhou lightly with his arm, "Do you want to eat something?"

"bread."

"Why? No need, you're painting a madman? You don't eat properly." Chen Dong was stunned.

"A lot of sketches are missing." Mu Zhou shook out the sketchbook and sharpened a charcoal pencil.

They have a fixed number of paintings every day, they can only do more and not less, and there is a difference of one and a half days between Mu Zhou.

"Can't you still paint at night? Just use water." Chen Dong moved closer to Mu Zhou and whispered, "Anyway, Lao Guo doesn't check now."

"I want to go back early at night." Mu Zhou said.

"Ah, have you changed your gender?"

Mu Zhou was one of the few people who stayed to turn off the lights in the studio for many days in a row. Chen Dong and Zhou Hao were encouraged and accompanied them three times.

"Ah, no." Mu Zhou touched his earlobe, "I just feel like I haven't gotten enough sleep recently."

"...Indeed, who can do it all the time?" Chen Dong made sense after thinking about it, and agreed.

Seeing the shadow of the teacher walking around from the corner of the eye, Chen Dong moved his seat back, and then remembered something, patted Mu Zhou on the shoulder and said, "By the way, Lao Guo sent us the statistics form for the school exam yesterday, please fill it out. Yixiang, you didn't come yesterday, Lao Guo said that when you arrive, go directly to the office below and ask him to fill in."

"Statistics of school exam intentions so early?"

"Who says it's not? It's still early for the entrance exam." Chen Dong whispered: "But I heard the gossip, it seems to be divided into classes."

"What class?"

"The sprint class of the Academy of Fine Arts." Chen Dong clapped his hands.

"is it?"

"Maybe, I just listened blindly." Chen Dong asked: "By the way, where do you want to take the school exam?"

Mu Zhou was taken aback, shook his head, "I haven't thought about it."

"Think about it early, I think you can try more, you know my brother, he rushed to several schools."

"Well, I think about it."

Mu Zhou thought about it for a long time, went to the office alone to fill out the form at night, and didn't meet the teacher. He asked a teaching assistant where the statistics form was. After the teaching assistant pointed him to the place, Mu Zhou took the form and filled it out.

The teaching assistant was printing the test questions for the quiz. Seeing this, he supported the printing machine with his hands and turned his head to look at Mu Zhou, "Have you considered where to work hard?"

"Ah."

Mu Zhou inserted the small form with a row of "X" in the middle of a pile of forms.

"Teacher, I'm going back to class first."

"Go." The teaching assistant turned his body sideways, blocking the printed image, for fear of revealing the exam questions.

Mu Zhou walked out without squinting, and didn't even glance at the printing press the whole time.

When walking out of the gate, Mu Zhou and a middle-aged man passed sideways. Mu Zhou hadn't seen him before, so he left in a hurry.

After Wang Shen entered the office, he greeted the male assistant.

"worry?"

"Print the test questions."

"Oh." Wang Shen glanced at it and asked, "Have you collected all the statistics for the school exam?"

"It's all done, it's all filled out." The assistant pointed out, "Here, it's on the table."

"Okay, then I'll take it."

"Wait a minute, I'll find a file bag for each class and divide it up. The ones are marked on it, so as not to confuse them."

"to make."

Wang Shen waited for the teaching assistant to arrange, and stood there without incident to flip through a few sheets.

After seeing it, he smiled and joked, "Yo, the ambitions are quite lofty."

Although it is necessary to have a funny idea, the form basically fills in one or two, and some of the major art schools are all filled up. The more Wang Shen looks at it, the more funny he is. He continues to scroll down until he sees a form that is completely rejected. , he pulled it out and took a look, the reason column was empty, nothing was written, and then looked at the name—"Mu Zhou", Wang Shen smacked for a while why the name was so familiar, and after thinking about it again, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration , He took out his phone and glanced at the historical news. Isn't this the relative of his old classmate?

"Hey, which class does Mu Zhou belong to?"

"Mu Zhou?" The teaching assistant thought for a while, "It's from A3."

"How does he draw?"

"Very good." Seeing Wang Shen took a form, the teaching assistant asked, "What's wrong? Where did he fill it out?"

"None."

"what?"

"Is Teacher Guo in charge of A3?"

"Well, it's Teacher Guo."

"Okay," Wang Shen nodded, "I'll ask him later to understand the situation."