Cultivation of Diabolic Beasts by Relatives and Friends

The time for Bai Weiyu's second solo exhibition has basically been set. After New Year's Day, this time it will be held in an art museum. The exhibition hall is not as grand as the Danhua Club, but the scope of influence is wider and it tends to be more civilian-oriented; it is rare for such a young artist Bai Weiyu is an outstanding artist who can hold two high-standard art exhibitions within a year, and the artists of the same generation are all eclipsed by him.

Based on the first successful art exhibition, coupled with Du's operation, the prices of the paintings exhibited this time have all been raised by a notch. In the eyes of industry insiders, the purpose of frequent art exhibitions is not to sell paintings, but more importantly, to be able to sell paintings. Let Bai Weiyu be deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, so that after Mr. Cao retires, the leader of the lacquer painting industry can be passed down by this young man in time.

Bai Weiyu made a special call to inform his mother, telling that old guy not to spend money like water again, one bun is a proper hype, and another bun will show the fox's tail.

For Bai’s mother who grew up in the countryside, being an artist is more vain than the clouds in the sky, and it is not a down-to-earth job at all. She only hopes that her son will go to Vietnam to help manage the company after finishing his studies. She was almost desperate, and begged earnestly: "The teacher's lacquer painting industry needs someone to inherit it, but your own father's business has no one to inherit it?"

"Who is my real father? Damn!" Bai Weiyu couldn't explain it to her, so he said perfunctorily, "I tell you that you don't understand, anyway, don't expect me to grow rubber! Why are you so pedantic? Do you have to give it to your son? Can’t you give it to someone else?”

Isn't that bullshit?Mother Bai didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Your uncle has worked hard for most of his life, and it was more or less for you. How could he give it up to others?"

"Tsk, what a concept!" Bai Weiyu was anxiously walking around the room, yelling, "I think it's just right for you to adopt a child now, and when the old guy retires, it's still too late to leave the burden to him to take over! "

"Weiyu, listen to me..."

"It's useless to say anything, let me tell you the truth! Don't say that I am proud of the spring breeze now, even if I am down and begging, I will not give up lacquer painting. You two should give up this heart, and quickly think of other ways to go. !" Bai Weiyu finished speaking in a panic, hung up the phone and yelled, "Crazy, crazy! Rubber, rubber!" Call them, and they will give me rubber!I'll set fire to the old guy's rubber plantation one day! "

When Duan Sha was using the computer a few days ago, he saw the game installed by Bai Weiyu. Bending down and pretending to be pitiful, "Brother Duan, comfort me!"

Duan Sha clicked the mouse, and simply threw out three words: "Comfort you."

Bai Weiyu snatched his mouse and threw it aside, "Is there anyone who comforts people like you?"

Duan Sha turned his head to look at him, "Don't be sad." He picked up the mouse and continued to play.

"I'm not sad, I'm angry! Do you understand? Did you hear what I was arguing with my mother just now?" Bai Weiyu tugged at his ears, "Hey, did you hear that?"

Duan Sha replied absent-mindedly: "I heard."

Bai Weiyu asked, "Why am I arguing with her?"

"..." Duan Sha played in full swing, his ears were reddened by Bai Weiyu, but he still remained motionless.

Bai Weiyu couldn't bear it any longer, and closed the laptop with a snap, "Duan, listen to me!"

Duan Sha Wuzhe, temporarily dropped the mouse, "What do you want to say?"

Bai Weiyu coughed, organized his words, and said loudly: "The thing is like this, my mother wants me to..."

"Listen!" Duan Sha took out a stack of work report forms from the police station from the drawer, and buried himself in writing.

Bai Weiyu was beyond angry, "Can't you just listen to me wholeheartedly?"

Duan Sha thought hard for a few seconds, and said no in a positive tone: "If you can sum up the outline, I can."

Bai Weiyu pulled out the ballpoint pen from his hand, smashed it on the ground and stomped it hard, then took out a crumpled T-shirt from the closet and put it on, "You're kind! I won't tell you anymore, I Get someone to drink!"

"It's that bunch of people again." Duan Sha expressed his deep contempt, "People are divided into groups, and things of a feather flock together."

Bai Weiyu shook his head and walked out smartly, "It's better than you have no friends!"

Duan Sha asked unhurriedly, "Wei Yu, do you have any money with you?"

Tsk, dead face, you obviously care about Lao Tzu so much, why should you pretend to be reserved?nausea!Bai Weiyu took out his trouser pocket and said firmly, "Yes! You don't have to worry about it."

"It's good if you have it." Duan Sha turned on the laptop again, "Come back and buy a game card."

Bai Weiyu fell headlong, "Oh! I will remove the game one day!"

Duan Sha snorted coldly, "If you remove it, I won't install it again?"

Bai Weiyu burst into tears, such a familiar dialogue, if I knew it earlier, I wouldn't let him play!

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As Duan Sha said, the group of people that Bai Weiyu can call are Xia Wei, Yang Xiaokong, and Le Zhengqi.

Le Zhengqi rushed to the food stall, gulped down two glasses of beer, looked at his watch, "It's almost nine o'clock, and my dormitory locks at ten o'clock! Why are you so late inviting someone to have a midnight snack?"

Yang Xiaokong was dumbfounded, "Xiao Qi, when did you learn to drink?"

"What's the fuss? How old am I! Will I die after two sips of wine?" Le Zhengqi wiped his mouth, patted his thin biceps, and added: "But, don't tell Wei Nanhe, although I'm strong enough , but it will take some time to defeat him.”

Bai Weiyu grabbed his neck and shook, "Damn child! Why did you wear the watch that Xiaokong gave you instead of mine? Do you think mine is cheap? Mine is only two yuan cheaper than his, two yuan! "

Le Zhengqi yelled: "No, no, I... I wear yours for odd numbers and his for even numbers..."

Bai Weiyu let go of his hand, "It's more or less the same."

Le Zhengqi picked up the pig's ears and chewed "creakingly", with his right foot resting on his left leg, trembling like a hooligan, "It's a crime to be too popular..."

Yang Xiaokong is speechless, you really look more and more like Weiyu and Xia Wei, Senior Brother Wei will cry...

Le Zhengqi looked at Xia Wei, "How is your work?"

"I don't know..." Xia Wei clutched a pork knuckle listlessly and gnawed oily hands; after the interview this morning, he anxiously waited for the results, lest he be rejected.

Le Zhengqi swallowed what was in his mouth, smacked his lips, "There is not much time left, you should start preparing tools..."

Yang Xiaokong lightly reprimanded: "Xiaoqi!"

Le Zhengqi kept his mouth shut, hurriedly glanced at Bai Weiyu, picked up a salt and pepper duck paw and concentrated on eating it.

Bai Weiyu was curious, "What tool?"

"Xiao Qi asked me for Luoyang shovel and other tools to show the students." Xia Wei changed the subject: "Oh! What do you want us to do for supper?" Unlike Yang Xiaokong, Xia Wei was worried about breaking his mouth. , I don’t know when I missed it. Being killed by Duan and knowing this plan is directly equivalent to being known by Wu Jia.

"It's okay, I'll come out to chat with you guys," Bai Weiyu opened a bottle of beer, took a big gulp from the mouth of the bottle, and said bitterly, "Someone doesn't talk all day, he's suffocating me!"

"Then let's break up! Besides, that dead face..." Xia Wei said halfway, but got stuck; Duan He brainwashed him several times, using threats and lures, threatening him that if Wu Jia and Duan Sha had an unusual relationship Tell Bai Weiyu and give him a good look!He had no choice but to swallow his anger and pretend he didn't know anything, and he couldn't bear to see Bai Weiyu, a foolish boy, kept in the dark, he really wanted to vomit blood!

Yang Xiaokong kicked Xia Wei under the table, and the four of them became inexplicably silent.

Bai Weiyu wondered, "You...why are you so weird?"

Yang Xiaokong looked away unnaturally, "No, don't think about it."

Three bastards, there must be something wrong!If you don't want to say it, forget it, and find a chance to pry your mouths open one by one!Bai Weiyu didn't take it seriously at all, and raised his hand to say hello, "Xiaoer, add more food!"

Later, Bai Weiyu regretted it, and that night when he asked the truth, maybe everything was different; this farce had nothing to do with him, but it changed his life's destiny.

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In the blink of an eye, it was December, and the auction of the agarwood coffin was counting down, and everything was ready. In Du Youshan's view, he only needed to raise his feet, drink a cup of tea and wait to collect the money tomorrow. He never worried about the issue of failing the auction, because There are already several big buyers who are very interested in this coffin. It is definitely possible to sell it, but it is still unknown whether the price will reach a new high.

However, taking a step back, even if someone offered [-] million and one yuan to take away the coffin, it would be enough for Mrs. Du.

In the evening, the doctor in the nursing home called and told that Uncle Zhou was critically ill and asked Wu Jia to go to the nursing home. Wu Jia had just sat down at the dining table and hadn't moved his chopsticks.

Du Mao bit his ladle and begged eagerly: "Uncle Wu, take me with you! I don't want to stay at home with my father..."

Du Youshan had a fierce look on his face, "What did you say?"

Du Yin kicked his younger brother, "Don't make noise, Uncle Wu is not here to play."

Wu Jia patted Du Mao on the head perfunctorily, picked up the car keys and walked out the door.

Du Youshan followed, "Stop."

Wu Jia stood still, turned his head and gave him a cold look, "What orders does Boss Du have?"

Du Youshan approached Wu Jia, not knowing how to comfort him, so he touched his face helplessly, "Use whatever the doctor says is the most suitable course of treatment, don't worry about money; he's getting old, it will happen sooner or later." You have done your filial piety, so don’t be too sad.”

The expression on Wu Jia's face softened a little, he lowered his eyes, answered in a low voice, turned and left.

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In the empty intensive care ward, several instruments surround a high hospital bed, surrounded by icy tones, and the constant temperature air conditioner seems to be unable to relieve the cold feeling in the ward. Uncle Zhou fell asleep, and the old man’s body was full of tubes, and his complexion was gray. Poor; when he was young, he was in good condition, tall and good at work. Many people offered him matchmaking, but he was afraid that his stepmother would not treat his son well, so he refused them one by one, and took pains to bring up his young son alone; what a pity Instead of being filial to him, his son made him miserable for the rest of his life.

Standing outside the glass door and looking in, Wu Jia asked the hospital: "Heart failure used to be able to improve, but now a kidney stone will kill you?"

"Mr. Wu, it's not just kidney stones that are fatal, it's just an inducement that causes the rapid failure of various body functions." The dean held a stack of the latest physical examination reports, "Please take a look..."

Wu Jia raised his hand to avoid the report card handed over by the dean, "I don't understand this! I just want to know, is there any other way to ease his pain?"

The dean shook his head in embarrassment, "Mr. Wu, even if he takes a sip of water, he can't absorb it anymore. No matter where he is sent, he can only maintain it with nutrient solution like us. As for how long it can last, I don't know." Grasp it, please take the time to express your condolences."

Wu Jia sat on a bench in the courtyard of the nursing home, and sat in a daze until late at night; the lights of the nursing home were turned off, and the security guard came over to persuade him, "Sir, please go back! We are going to close the gate."

"Okay, I'm sorry." Wu Jia stood up and walked towards the parking lot numbly.

On the way home, unprecedented sorrow flooded in. He was thinking, don't go back to Du Youshan, don't wait for Zhou Lie, hide, go to a place that no one knows, start life again, just be Zhou Lie is dead.

For so many years of waiting and searching, he exhausted his efforts, but in the end it was nothing; he parked the car on the side of the road in a daze, leaned on the steering wheel, wanted to cry, but couldn't shed tears; he wanted to tell Zhou Lie : "Your father is dying, where are you?"

Uncle Zhou said countless times that Zhou Lie deserved to die. He hated this only son, hated him for drug trafficking, and wished that he would die!But only Wu Jia knows how worried the old man is, and he will not rest in peace if he doesn't see his son die; the despair and helplessness that Zhou Lie brought to them is increasing year after year!

That night, he suddenly realized that he should no longer abuse himself, should no longer demean himself, and should no longer have any hope for Zhou Lie.

A man reached in from the car window and patted him on the shoulder, "Sir!"

Wu Jia raised his head subconsciously, before he could see who the opponent was, a strange spray hit his face, and then his eyes went dark, and he didn't know anything.

Du Youshan fell asleep in a daze, and when he woke up, he found that there was nothing around him. He looked at the time, and it turned out to be past three o'clock in the morning!Wu Jia hasn't come back yet, is there any mistake?The auction will open in five hours. Is it necessary for this indifferent person to stay in the nursing home for one night?

Du Youshan turned over, yawned from sleepiness, cursed and took out the phone from under the pillow, and dialed Wujia's number.

The microphone beeped a few times and hung up.

Du Youshan was taken aback, and muttered while replaying: "What's going on? Dare you not answer my call?"

This time the connection was made, but there was no sound from the other end of the phone. There was a terrible silence for three seconds. Du Youshan sat up in a jerk, and his sleepiness disappeared, "Wujia? Answer me!"

The other party laughed strangely, "Boss Du, the armor is in my hands."

Du Youshan's palms were sweating, "How much do you want?"

"Tsk, Boss Du, you should ask 'Who are you?' to fit the line..."

Du Youshan was patient, "Who are you?"

"I won't tell you!"

The other party's voice twisted and twisted, sharply scratching the eardrums, Du Youshan twitched the corners of his mouth, and clenched his fists, "Crazy! Do whatever you want!"

"I want you to take a photo of that coffin in five hours and donate it to the museum."

"Just kidding, [-] million things!" Du Youshan sneered, "I can't do it, what can you do?"

"Boss Du, don't pretend to me. That coffin was originally yours. I just ask you to take it back to yourself like the first auction, and announce to the media as soon as you donate it to the museum. I will release it immediately." ;Otherwise..." The other party slowly extended the ending, and then a "bang" gunshot suddenly sounded, and the echo buzzed in the phone.

"Don't hurt him! Let me think about it..." Du Youshan was startled, his heart was beating wildly, the kidnappers with guns were definitely not playing tricks, they were organized and premeditated, and they should not be coveted!

"Just think about it. I won't answer the phone anymore. Wait for the news at nine o'clock. If there is no news, you can go to the moat to find the body! I advise you not to call the police. I can't blame me for being short of people and money."

"Where should I pick up?" Du Youshan wanted to ask again, but the other end hung up the phone, and there was a "beep" sound on the phone.

In order to prove that Wujia was in their hands, the kidnappers used Wujia's mobile phone to take a photo of Zhang Wujia lying on the concrete floor, and sent a text message to Du Youshan, and then the phone was turned off; Du Youshan stared at the phone for a long time. He got up from the bed with a sullen face, and threw away everything that could be dropped in the bedroom!

Du Youshan has raised a large number of thugs, they are definitely not good people, even if this kind of thing happens a day earlier, it can be solved. He was able to dig three feet to find the Wujia, but it took less than five hours, and he implemented any countermeasures no!

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A small space seems to be a small attic, with a sloping wooden ceiling above the head, covered by thick floor-to-ceiling curtains, a ray of sunlight seeps out from under the curtains, lighting up the small space; He found himself in a position as comfortable as possible, and found that he could not move at all, his hands were tied behind his back, his legs were balled up like hemp flowers, his glasses fell to the side, and they were broken; Impression, as if I have been here, but I can't remember where.

Kidnapped!Wu Jia raised the corners of his mouth mockingly, what else could it be?Anyway, it has something to do with Du Youshan!Did the kidnappers have a grudge against Du Youshan, and they simply used him to blackmail Du Youshan?

I am worthless, and I don’t expect anyone to rescue me, so I can only save myself calmly; Wu Jia shook his head, but he still couldn’t get rid of the drowsy dull pain in his head, and the concrete floor under him caused a bone pain all over his body; not far away was a An old-fashioned leather sofa was paired with a dusty mahogany coffee table, and there was a lighter under the compartment of the coffee table; he struggled to climb half a meter to the coffee table, and stretched out his feet to catch the lighter.

The plastic case of the lighter was a bit cracked, it was the kind of cheap gift from cigarettes sold in small shops, I don’t know if it can still be used, but it’s always right to try, he fished the lighter in front of him, twisted his body, bent down and held the lighter In the palm of his hand, he moved back to the original place, and was about to try the lighter when the door opened with a "bang" sound; Wu Jia immediately stopped all movements, turned sideways to block the lighter held behind him, and turned his head with difficulty to see the kidnapper's appearance.

Didn't see it, the kidnapper closed the door again before him.

Le Zhengqi grabbed Xia Wei outside the door and kicked him violently, "What's going on? Didn't you say that you promised to be unconscious for twelve hours? He woke up!"

Xia Wei avoided sophistry: "I, I... how do I know..."

"Shh, don't argue!" Yang Xiaokong put his index finger between his lips, and whispered in an unusually calm voice: "Don't argue about why, discuss what to do!"

Xia Wei looked at the time, it was 08:30, the opening ceremony was over, and success or failure would be determined in half an hour; he put a self-made voice changer around his neck, turned the microphone to his mouth, and pulled out a Swiss army knife, "I'll go in and threaten , intimidation."

Yang Xiaokong snatched his saber with his hands, took the blade back and stuffed it into his trouser pocket, "Don't mess around, first stop his mouth, so that he won't scream."

Yang Xiaokong took advantage of the fact that Bai Zuohan's city sculpture project had just been completed and no one was in the studio, so he dragged Wu Jia into the small rest room behind the studio. Besides, the three of them couldn't find a more suitable place to hold hostages; Xia Wei put on a little Nezha mask bought at a street stall, rummaged through his bag, spread his hands and said, "I forgot to bring a cloth strip."

Le Zhengqi unbuttoned his jacket, took off the cotton T-shirt he was wearing inside and tore it apart without saying a word, and held his hand nervously, "Don't let him recognize who you are."

Xia Wei made a gesture of disapproval, took the cloth strip, opened the door of the rest room, and laughed loudly: "Mr. Wu, are you awake?"

The voice was harsh and noisy through the voice changer, Wu Jia squinted his eyes to look at him, couldn't help laughing, his tense nerves immediately relaxed, if it wasn't for changing your voice and wearing a mask, no one would recognize you!idiot!

Xia Wei thought that the other party was laughing at his childish mask, kicked him resentfully, bent down and stuffed the cloth into his mouth, "What are you laughing at! Be honest!"

Wu Jia turned his head away and asked, "What do you want to blackmail Du Youshan?"

"You are too bad, how could you think of blackmailing?" Xia Wei said without thinking, "He donated a coffin to the museum today, so we will let you go."

"You? Who else?" Wu Jia sneered, Bai Weiyu, Le Zhengqi, Yang Xiaokong?Stop playing too hard, you little brats!

"Cough!" Xia Wei coughed, "It's just 'me', there is no 'you', you have to remember it clearly for me."

"Little devil, I don't want to hit you guys." Wu Jia leaned back, pillowed on the leg of the sofa, and said mockingly, "I'm just a bodyguard. The coffin is [-] million yuan. Let alone buy a bodyguard, he buys several companies of bodyguards." It’s enough, it’s impossible to exchange that much money for me.”

Xia Wei patted his face frivolously, "Hey, your dog boss is more dedicated than you think! He promised us."

Wu Jia paused, and said disdainfully, "Just dream!"

Xia Wei couldn't help but stuff the cloth strip into his mouth, then took out a radio, turned up the volume, adjusted the channel and put it on the tea table. Half an hour ago Du Youshan spoke at the opening ceremony and said he would try his best to film Go back to the coffin and donate it to the museum. The auction will start soon. There will be news as soon as it is over. I will put the radio here for your entertainment and entertainment! "

Wu Jia's eyes widened in astonishment, he couldn't believe it!

When Xia Wei saw Wu Jia, he was furious, stomped him to the ground, and raised his middle finger condescendingly, "A pair of dogs and men! That bastard Du Youshan is pretending to be a patriot, bah! The coffin was donated to the museum in the last photo shoot, we are giving him a reputation for nothing, and it is cheap for you!"

The door was closed again, and the indistinct broadcast sound of "rustle, rustle" in the small space was intermittent. Wu Jia tried to sit up, took a deep breath, calmed down the turbulent emotions, and "clicked, clicked" the lighter on the wrist to burn the rope on his wrist.

There is a chaotic voice in my head: I want to marry you.

A thin layer of sweat broke out on Wu Jia's forehead, and he lighted the lighter with difficulty, he has to get out!Tell Du Youshan to stop immediately!Not long ago, more than 2 million yuan was taken away from the auction of Ruyao Guanyin. If there is no such [-] million yuan, Du's painting industry will collapse!

Whether what Du Youshan did was good or bad, and whether it was true or false to others, didn't matter to him. Apart from the employment relationship, the unspeakable feelings between them these years, whether ignored or denied, were irrelevant. Possibly a write-off!At this moment, he has only one thought, that he is worth [-] million in Du Youshan's heart!This is enough, since Zhou Lie is gone, no one values ​​him so much anymore!