I was scumbag, he came to the door

The room was silent, and the echoes of Song Ci kept rippling.

Tang Shi's face twitched, and he grabbed Song Ci's wrist before the matter further escalated.

"Curator Wang, in the long run, I think you need to think about this matter."

Tang Shi: "After all, you don't want to never be able to buy my paintings again."

What he said was a bit arrogant, and curator Wang instantly felt constipated, while Tang Shi dragged Song Ci Shi away, not caring what the two people behind him thought.

After the office door was closed, Secretary Gao sat down on the sofa with a look of disdain.

"Aside from relying on the Tang family, what else does he have? Uncle, you don't really want to return the original price of the painting, do you?"

"According to the current situation, he paid double the price for the three paintings, and it should be right to give us five more."

Thinking of the high prices of these paintings, the secretary became complacent again, "This time, he came to us on his own initiative, so it's rare to bow his head. Uncle, you can't let go of this great opportunity."

"Okay, shut up." Curator Wang looked at his nephew with a headache, feeling a sense of regret in his heart, that he shouldn't have listened to him to test Tang Shi's bottom line.

"Aside from the Tang family, you know the price of the painting with the pseudonym of ST in the market. They want to buy it back at twice the price, and they are willing to provide us with three paintings at the market price. It is our profit."

"People shouldn't be greedy."

Curator Wang stopped his nephew from talking, "I will buy the new painting at the original price, and I will communicate with Mr. Gu about this matter, so you don't want to interfere."

Secretary Gao wanted to speak again, but curator Wang pushed him down the next second.

"While saying that Tang Shi can only rely on the Tang family, think about yourself."

Everyone goes through the back door, and no one can look down on others.

Those who came hurriedly left quickly, and it was less than 12 o'clock when we left the art gallery.

Song Ci followed Tang Shi, quietly watching his expression out of the corner of his eyes.

The handsome face was calm, the corners of the lips were straightened, and there was no smile in the eyes. He was unhappy, Song Ci came to a conclusion in his heart.

"It's a normal process to sell the painting after it's finished. It's too much of a loss to double buy it back, let alone buy it from this kind of person." Song Ci said something when he got in the car, and he observed Tang Shi's face while talking.

"Besides, the person in the painting doesn't look like me either. I was joking before."

"You don't think I'm sad because of the painting, do you?"

Song Ci was stunned: "No?"

Tang Shi sneered.

"If someone really paid 1000 million yuan to buy my paintings to please the Tang family, why should I be sad? Our family has made money, but it's not me who lost money."

Song Ci's black eyes were wide open, and he choked out a sentence after a long while: "What you said makes sense."

Song Ci took care of his ancestors early on Saturday afternoon, and then went out with Ai Qing.

As soon as he left the community, he was shocked.

"I'll go, are you going to the banquet?"

Ai Qing changed her usual hip-hop style and wore a coquettish blue suit. Her hair was combed back and fixed with hairspray, and she could still smell men's perfume when she got close.

Look at the other party, Song Ci, and then look at yourself, men's sneakers of popular style, a plaid shirt with short sleeves and black slacks, he brushed two cats before going out, and there are orange cat hairs on the pants.

Compared with the well-dressed Ai Qing, she looks like a high school student who is going to school, while others are going to a national party.

"Get in the car, I'll take you to slap your face." Ai Qing opened Martha's car door and stuffed Song Ci in.

A good dormitory party turned into a multi-person dinner on campus, and the venue was set in a place like Yuyuan, where the average per capita is thousands, it was a waste of money.

"Isn't it just to have a meal and listen to them express their feelings about the four years of college, and then maybe we won't contact each other after we break up?"

Song Ci leaned on the seat and closed his eyes to rest his mind. After he separated from Tang Shi yesterday afternoon, he took a taxi back by himself, and Tang Shi didn't let him see him off. He didn't look very happy when he left.

His wechat account was quiet all day today. I don't know if Tang shi was too angry to talk to him.

"How is it possible, Brother Song, haven't you heard a word?"

"what?"

Ai Qing turned the steering wheel and drove the car onto the main road, saying plausibly: "The party is to find a psychological balance from comparisons."

In the past few years, Song Ci has gone out for a stroll by himself during his holidays, and occasionally went out to have dinner with acquaintances. He really doesn't understand these things.

Ai Qing: "Brother, think about it, those who are unhappy, must find someone who is worse than them to comfort themselves. These days, when you see that you are not well dressed at a class reunion, few who comfort you will mock you. There are definitely a lot of them."

"So, we must dress up."

Song Ci silently cleaned up the cat hair on his pants.

Ai Qing quickly changed her words: "With me here, no one dares to say anything about you. Brother Song, you are still the focus of the crowd even if you wear big pants."

Guessing that the other party was driving, Song Ci suppressed the urge to blow his head off, and started watching the group news instead.

Yuyuan is considered an upper-middle place in Yancheng, with rows of small cars parked in front of the gate, and Ai Qing's flamboyant red Martha instantly became the center of attention as soon as it drove past.

When they arrived, there were a few people standing at the door. Song Ci glanced at them and they were all in their dormitory building. We had seen each other a lot while washing up in the past few years. There were two people who he had gone out to eat skewers with before.

"Who is the person next to Gao Yao? Why haven't I seen it before?"

The man's expression was full of arrogance, and he was wearing a famous brand, which was in stark contrast to Gao Yao who was wearing a domestic sportswear next to him.

"Zhao Lin, I have met my classmates from the Academy of Fine Arts twice before at the student union." Ai Qing said, "Why did he come here? We are not familiar with the Academy of Fine Arts."

Song Ci shook his head, "I don't know, let's go, let's go in."

A good defense meeting, because of the participation of people from all sides, finally turned into a chance to meet. Ai Qing sat on the left of Song Ci, Gao Yao sat on the right, and next to them were the eldest and second child in their dormitory. There were quite a lot of acquaintances around.

"Hey, let me say that the last thing we need to worry about here is Song Ci and Ai Qing. You two are a rich second generation and a freelancer."

The person who spoke was Yang Wenqiang, who lived diagonally across from Song Ci, and the two of them were just acquaintances nodding, Song Ci smiled and did not speak.

On the contrary, Ai Qing replied unceremoniously: "Yes, how good we are, it's a pity that we will never experience the pain of 996."

Yang Wenqiang: "You are a rich man. I think Song Ci should be in a hurry. Speaking of freelance work, it's not that there is no guarantee. Maybe it's an excuse for yourself because you can't find a job."

Song Ci swallowed the meat in his mouth, and looked up at the other party.

"Since you said that I should be in a hurry, this classmate, you care about me so much, are you going to help me find a job, or are you going to help me?"

Yang Wenqiang snorted: "Are you dreaming?"

Song Ci: "Since that's the case, it has nothing to do with you whether I'm in a hurry or not, and you won't solve the problem for me."

When going out to eat, it is inevitable that people will ask this kind of question. Generally, everyone brags for the sake of face, and the noise will pass after a while.

Song Ci originally thought that it was only this meal, and if he didn't care about them, who would have thought that this person would stare at him from the moment he entered the door.

As for that, the only intersection between the two was the power outage in the junior dormitory, and Song Ci didn't lend each other a desk lamp.

Yang Wenqiang: "Song Ci, have you taken your medicine today?"

Song Ci smiled and just wanted to reply, yes, someone beside him moved faster than him.

It was Zhao Lin who he didn't know: "Okay, Wen Qiang, please don't say a few words, we are all classmates at the same school, and we will inevitably take care of each other in Yancheng in the future."

After he finished speaking, he turned his head and gave Song Ci a smile.

"Student Song, add a WeChat friend, so we can contact you in the future."

Song Ci: Huh? ? ?

"Brother Lin, our youngest has a good temper and is also enthusiastic, so we can just ask him for anything in the future." When Song Ci added friends, Gao Yao said enthusiastically beside him.

Song Ci wanted to smear his face with the dinner plate, could he compare himself to the people in his dormitory?

Zhao Lin's WeChat profile picture is an oil painting, and the golden field looks familiar, but Song Ci didn't remember where he saw it before.

"Brother, be patient, I heard that two girls are coming soon."

Ai Qing pulled Song Ci's arm and whispered.

Song Ci: "There are still single girls in our school?"

He questioned his soul: "Besides, what does it have to do with the two of us?"

Only the two of them are curvy here, and it doesn't matter how beautiful big-breasted girls are to them, it's better to have some handsome men, Song Ci patted Ai Qing's shoulder sympathetically.

"It's a junior, I can't appreciate it if I don't get it? What if I like the opposite sex." Ai Qing murmured softly.

The schoolgirl he was talking about appeared 10 minutes later. Two schoolgirls who had just finished their sophomore year, one of them was wearing a high ponytail and a pleated skirt showing a pair of long legs. Standing at the door was very eye-catching.

However, Song Ci's eyes were placed behind the two of them. There was another boy there, tall and thin, with a layer of haze floating on his delicate and familiar facial features.

The author has something to say: I can’t update it on Monday, and I will update it on Tuesday