I'm a black fan, you have to get used to me

Fu Zhun, who returned to his seat, felt that he was very angry.

He looked at the host on stage, a little speechless.

But he claims to be a reasonable little Boss Fu, and he will never do something like firing a squid casually.

So in the end, I could only close my eyes irritably, out of sight and out of mind.

Zhou Yuancheng on the side was drinking with his head up. Seeing him coming back, he couldn't help but sneak his gaze across his face.

After pondering for a while, he suddenly asked incredulously, "What did you mean by that operation?"

"What do you mean?" Fu Zhun didn't even bother to open his eyes, so he leaned on the back of the chair, closed his eyes and meditated, and explained lightly: "I don't want to waste time."

"Then why did you choose him to stand in the middle?" Zhou Yuancheng glanced at the celebrities who were taking pictures on the stage, "It's fine if you don't pick beauties, but there are so many handsome ones, you fucking have to choose him?"

This time Fu Zhun did not escape.

As if he finally made up some reason, he replied confidently: "I can't name others."

Zhou Yuancheng: "..."

It does seem to make a little sense.

Seeing that the photos had been taken on the stage, he couldn't say anything more, so he could only make a soft "tsk" and continue eating and drinking.

By the way, he glanced at Cen Xiao's seat.

It's not too far away from them, but there are too many people around, and it's almost impossible to run into each other in this huge venue.

Zhou Yuancheng silently rolled his eyes at the ruthless Cen Xiao, looked away, and chatted with Fu Zhun about business: "Hey, what are you going to buy at the auction later? I heard that someone even took out antiques. It's really hard work." gone."

"No." Fu Zhun replied casually, "I don't need anything."

After being quiet for a while, Zhou Yuancheng glanced at him, "Don't you buy Cen Xiao's?"

Fu Zhun: "..."

"Why should I buy his things?" Fu Zhun sneered, holding on to his face and refusing to let it go: "What are his things that are worth cherishing?"

That's right.

But when Zhou Yuancheng thought of the misfit pillow in Fu Zhun's house, he was speechless for a while.

He had seen the simple and clean beds in Cen Xiao's dormitory before, so when he saw that pillow at Fu Zhun's house, he immediately recognized it.

Now after hearing what Fu Zhun said just now, he really wants to ask——

Did you throw that pillow away?

Didn't throw it away?Did you have the nerve to say it without throwing it away?

But he dared not.

He was afraid that Fu Zhun would find someone to kick him out if he lost face, after all, this dinner was the territory of Fu Zhun's family.

After a moment of sensible silence, Zhou Yuancheng still kept his mouth shut for the sake of his own life.

The part of the charity dinner was long and cumbersome. After introducing many celebrities, it was time for the auction part.

Seeing that the main event was coming, Cen Xiao asked Sun Zuoqiao again: "Is the painting ready for auction?"

"It's all ready." Sun Zuoqiao vowed, "It's been handed over to the organizer, and Sister Liu has already cut the VCR and handed it over. But it's not very delicate, so I still prepared a presentation Here it is, so as not to wait for the host to cue to you later."

"Yes." Cen Xiao replied indifferently.

After all, it took a lot of effort to buy his painting temporarily, and it is normal for the team to edit a high-quality and exquisite VCR too late.

It's just that Sun Zuoqiao rummaged through his pockets, but couldn't find the introduction to Cen Xiao.

He didn't know where that piece of paper was lost, but now he couldn't find it suddenly, sweating all over his face in anxiety, and said to Cen Xiao resentfully: "I seem to have lost the introduction, I'll look for it."

"It's okay, just forget it if you can't find it." These links are a piece of cake for Cen Xiao, and he is not to blame: "I may not be able to introduce you later, even if you really call me, I can say something casually."

"It's better to be a little prepared." Sun Zuoqiao put down the things in his hand, hurriedly took out his mobile phone, and contacted other people in the studio to ask for the electronic manuscript: "I'll find a place to print it, and I'll be right back."

Seeing that he left quickly, Cen Xiao didn't bother to persuade him.

It is also a good thing to help him find manuscripts, after all, his mind is in chaos now, and he really can't think of anything to say.

Just now when the hostess mentioned that Fu Zhun asked him to stand in the middle, Cen Xiao couldn't tell how he felt.

I just felt my heart beating fast for a moment.

That kind of heartbeat seemed to be beating in his ears, shaking him again and again.

Words can be deceiving, but heartbeats are not.

He seriously recalled the thoughts that had crossed his mind just now.

There is surprise, but also joy.

There was even a hint of confusion.

After a long silence, he quietly turned his head and looked around the huge banquet hall.

However, before he found Fu Zhun's shadow, Sun Zuoqiao came back with the introduction draft.

"Brother, hurry up and read it." Sun Zuoqiao handed him the manuscript: "It's not long, it's easy to memorize."

"En." Cen Xiao responded lightly and took the manuscript.

However, there was a long delay just now, and before Cen Xiao had time to read the manuscript, his name was already called on the stage.

Sun Zuoqiao beside him was stunned for a moment, and quickly told him: "Brother, take a quick look."

"Forget it." Seeing that the camera was about to sweep over, Cen Xiao had no choice but to return the manuscript to him and waved his hand: "It's too late, I'll go up first."

After finishing speaking, he straightened his cuffs and walked towards the stage with a normal expression.

He thought that Sun Zuoqiao had always been careful in his work, so even if he didn't read the manuscript this time, he shouldn't make mistakes.

Unexpectedly, after taking the stage, he didn't realize a major mistake until he saw the VCR broadcast on the big screen behind him──

The painting that Sun Zuoqiao brought was not the famous painting that Cen Xiao just bought these days.

It was the still photo sketch that he secretly brought back from Fu Zhun's studio back then.

When this painting appeared in the video, Cen Xiao couldn't be more astonished.

For a moment, he felt that he had come to the scene of the society's death——

It's fine if I haven't seen my first love for eight years, but the first thing I do when we meet is to sell his painting.

The most important thing is that the person in this painting is still himself.

People worked so hard to draw pictures for themselves, but they sold them backhand.

Isn't this just stepping on someone's heart and crushing it twice?

A sense of powerlessness flooded into his heart instantly. Cen Xiao, who had seen strong winds and waves and even felt that this link was so easy, suddenly didn't know what to do.

But the host was not clear about the situation, so he joked on the sidelines: "Ms. Fu's works can be said to be hard to find. I didn't expect Xiao Xiao to be a masterpiece once he makes a move."

"Did Mr. Fu come to the scene today?" He asked with a smile, "Look at the person in the painting... Could it be that Mr. Fu is Xiaoxiao's fan?"

Although the person in the painting is Cen Xiao, no one believes his conjecture.

In the eyes of other artists, although Fu Zhun cannot be said to be notorious, he can indeed be said to be frightened.

Will such a person fan others?impossible.

To say that he is Cen Xiao's fan sounds like a joke.

So as soon as the host said this, some people laughed out loud in the audience.

What's more, I want to see Fu Zhun's face-to-face confrontation.

Cen Xiao sighed almost inaudibly, managed to maintain the expression on his face, and smoothed things over without changing his expression: "This painting was painted for me by Mr. Fu a long time ago, and I begged for a long time."

"Really?" The gossip on the host's face couldn't be covered, and he obviously wanted to make trouble, "Then let's invite Mr. Fu to come on stage and talk about the creation process of this painting together? We want to I know what I was asking for."

Cen Xiao: "..."

He frowned lightly, and couldn't help but burst out in his heart.

What the hell can this creative process be?

Isn't it because Fu Zhun secretly drew a picture when he was free?

Then Cen Xiao thought he was cute, so he secretly kissed him again.

In the end, Cen Xiao sneaked away.

If we have to talk about this creative process, it is probably sneaky, hiding, and trembling.

A puppy love that died at the sight of the light is not even officially started, what is more exciting and heartbeating.

If Fu Zhun doesn't save face, ignores the host's invitation and doesn't come on stage, then it's okay to stop here.

The key is that Fu Zhun really stood up and walked to the stage.

After the people in the audience were surprised, they began to applaud very discerningly.

Cen Xiao felt that every step he took was draining his oxygen.

A sense of suffocation hit his face, making him a little out of breath.

"Let's invite Mr. Fu Zhun." Seeing that the atmosphere has been mobilized, the host couldn't help but start chasing after the victory: "There should be a story in this painting, right? Which of the two teachers will tell you first?"

At this moment, Cen Xiao didn't want to say a word anymore.

This host is really good at finding things.

On the other hand, Fu Zhun, with a half-smile expression, seemed not to take this matter to heart at all: "What do you want to hear?"

"For example... the opportunity to create it at that time?" The host asked curiously: "When was this painting created? And why did you choose a still photo of Cen Xiao when he was a child?"

"The opportunity to create." Fu Zhun pondered for a moment, then suddenly turned his head and looked at Cen Xiao with a smile on his face: "Then why don't you ask Mr. Cen Xiao to explain?"

The sudden attack made Cen Xiao pause, and after thinking for a while, he could only speak along: "I asked Mr. Fu Zhun to help me draw it. At that time, I just thought that this photo was the prettiest one when I was young."

"That's why I want to keep it in this way." The host nodded knowingly, and took the opportunity.

Then the host asked Fu Zhun a few more questions, such as why he agreed to Cen Xiao to draw this painting, or whether the relationship between the two is very good.

It's a pity that Fu Zhun is obviously in a bad mood, and his words are full of guns and sticks.

In the end, he pushed back several questions with ambiguity and half-irritation.

Seeing that there was nothing to ask from Fu Zhun, the host could only end the topic and let the auctioneer conduct the bidding.

When it came time for the auction, Cen Xiao and Fu Zhun didn't need to stay on stage. They bowed to the audience and prepared to leave.

In the end, Cen Xiao didn't even know how he stepped down in a daze.

He followed behind Fu Zhun, keeping a distance that was neither too far nor too close.

It's a pity that Fu Zhun obviously didn't intend to turn back, and just walked forward without making a sound, as if he didn't know that he was behind him.

If you go back a few years, Cen Xiao might still be able to see the capitalized "Qi" from his back, and he feels full of breath.

But now Fu Zhun has obviously learned to restrain his emotions.

Cen Xiao couldn't see his current mood just by looking at his back, and he didn't know whether he should go up and explain to him.

The seats of the two of them were not in the same direction. After Fu Zhun turned the corner, Cen Xiao couldn't follow him anymore, so he could only slowly move back to his seat.

Sun Zuoqiao saw that his expression was a little dazed, and his state was obviously not right, so he asked worriedly: "Brother, what's wrong with you?"

He thought it was Fu Zhun's attitude just now that made him a little irritated, so he could only comfort him: "Mr. Fu is that kind of person. I don't know if he has a tofu heart. Anyway, it is indeed a knife mouth, not targeting you."

However, Cen Xiao was in an extremely depressed state.

In addition, Sun Zuoqiao was also considered to be the culprit of this matter. Now when Cen Xiao heard him talking about Fu Zhun presumptuously, he couldn't help frowning: "Do you want to think about what you have done?"

"Ah?" Sun Zuoqiao didn't know what he did wrong, and was suddenly reprimanded by him, feeling a little dazed for a while.

Cen Xiao took the manuscript in Sun Zuoqiao's hand, glanced at it, then threw it back, and said coldly: "Go and look through the chat records, and see whose painting I asked you to take."

"Huh?" Sun Zuoqiao was taken aback by his aura, and quickly took out his phone to check.

As a result, after looking at the chat records, I found the four characters "Mr. Zheng".

Seeing that Sun Zuoqiao's face changed instantly, Cen Xiao said, "Did you see it? I asked you to take Mr. Zheng's painting."

"It's not Fu Zhun's painting."

Hearing the sound, Sun Zuoqiao's face became even more rigid.

He was taken aback by Cen Xiao's words, and realized that his own work had made mistakes, and his face flushed with anxiety: "I found that framed picture at the time, and I didn't look carefully at who it was, so I just took it for Xiao Liu My sister has written a manuscript..."

Cen Xiao, who is usually mild-tempered, usually doesn't get angry with the staff around him.

As a result, after listening to his words, his expression darkened instantly: "Then why don't you go and buy the painting now?"

Sun Zuoqiao's face turned livid in an instant, and he stood where he was, not daring to make a sound.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Cen Xiao tapped suddenly with the hand that had been resting on the edge of the table, as if warning.

Sun Zuoqiao, who was originally hanging his head, could only bite the bullet, and said with a sad face, "Then... shall I pay for it?"

Not to mention whether it can be photographed, even if it is photographed, Sun Zuoqiao can't afford the money.

Cen Xiao closed his eyes with a headache.

He sighed deeply, waved his hands, and said in a cold tone: "You don't need to pay, you just have to promise that this painting will come back later, no matter how much it costs."

Seeing that he could still be saved, Sun Zuoqiao nodded quickly, stared at the bidding price and held up a placard, continuing to raise the price.

However, I don't know what is so good about this immature painting, and there are people who bid with him one after another.

In the end, it was able to increase to 3000 million.

The price made Sun Zuoqiao tremble, and he couldn't help wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.

Fortunately, Cen Xiao didn't ask him to pay the money just now, otherwise he would not be able to pay back the money after working for several lifetimes.

Looking at the astonishing price, he gritted his teeth, leaned over to Cen Xiao and asked, "Brother, do you want more?"

"Add." Cen Xiao said without looking at it.

In the eyes of others, it is unnecessary to spend so much money on a painting of an artist who was immature when he was young.

After all, I don’t know how much better the works in recent years are than this one.

But Cen Xiao knew that if the painting really fell into someone else's hands.

There may be nothing between him and Fu Zhun.

With Fu Zhun's identity and character, not suppressing him would be considered merciful.

Sighing, before Cen Xiao raised his head, he heard someone increase the price again.

This time it was increased to 4000 million.

Cen Xiao was too lazy to increase the price bit by bit to waste time, and was about to tell Sun Zuoqiao to increase the price to 5000 million directly...

Not far away, someone suddenly raised a sign.

"6000."

Hearing a familiar voice, Cen Xiao froze for a moment.

He turned his head to look in the direction of the voice——

I saw that Fu Zhun just happened to look back at the stage, and as if he had a tacit understanding, he turned to Cen Xiao's direction.

The eyes are very alienated, and there is a sense of indifference in the eyes.

If it was only those eyes that were revealed, Cen Xiao felt that Fu Zhun's lethal power from these eyes alone might mean that he wanted to break up completely and never communicate with each other.

But the corners of the lips curled up betrayed him thoroughly.

Fu Zhun's angry expression was still the same as before, he liked to purse his lips and gently turn aside.

A bit childlike.

It's all about telling everyone—

I'm so fucking angry, can you coax me?

Do not coax you.

So when Cen Xiao saw Fu Zhun's expression, he was stunned for half a second, and immediately grabbed Sun Zuoqiao who was about to continue to increase the price: "There is no need to increase."

"what?"

"Let's put this painting away."

"?"

"Let him go."

"???"