When the sand sculpture attacked the script of the second generation of the fake rich

Dehua company meeting room.

"I lost another 5000 million order, what is your design department doing!" Song De, the chairman, slapped the table and roared.

The employees below were silent and bowed their heads in silence.

"Uncle, take it easy, it's no wonder they were going to talk about it with Xingyu, but I don't know which one took it away at a low price. A big company like Xingyu actually gave up on us and chose cheap products in order to save money. Their mistake!"

Song De's nephew Song Chengru said.

"Don't worry about other people when things happen, first find the reason in yourself! I am very dissatisfied with the recent performance of the design department!"

After getting angry, Song De calmed down, turned his head to Wu Yong, and said softly, "Master Wu, the design department needs you to worry about it in the future."

Wu Yong is a skinny middle-aged man in his 40s. Hearing this, he twitched his face: "Yes, Song Dong."

He understood that Song De was referring to Sang and scolding Huai.

Dehua recently planned to go public, and the show a few days ago was actually to create momentum for the listing, but such an accident happened.

Although the negative news was later suppressed, Xie Junliang did not pursue it further.But they were not sure whether Xie Junliang had a hole in his hand. As long as he was still in this world, he would be a hidden thunder, so the listing plan had to be shelved for the time being.

Therefore, Song De was already very dissatisfied with him.

At the end of the meeting, Song Cheng smiled and stopped Wu Yong: "Master Wu, come to my office for a drink."

Although Song Cheng is young, he is Song De's nephew who is very important, so Wu Yong gave him face: "Okay."

The two sat down and chatted for a while, and finally got to the point.

"Master Wu, how did the author of 'Thorn' solve it?"

"It ended without a problem. He neither forgives nor pursues it. It seems to have disappeared."

Taking a sip of the red wine, Song Cheng narrowed his eyes comfortably: "Master Wu, from your point of view, how good is this Xie Junliang's design?"

Wu Yong lowered his eyelids: "It's okay."

Song De chuckled, and asked jokingly, "Compared to you?"

Wu Yong's hands stopped, and he said coldly: "Young people have some fantastic ideas, but they are still very immature in terms of skills."

"Hahaha..." Song Cheng laughed loudly, shaking the wine glass with one hand, and said affectionately, "Since that's the case, is Master Wu interested in accepting him as an apprentice?"

Wu Yong frowned: "President Song, what do you mean?"

"According to Master Wu, this can be regarded as a malleable talent. Dehua has always cherished talents. Of course, such a person cannot be let go. Of course, this person's skills are still young, and his background is not good, so Master Wu will take care of him."

"In this way, not only will the dispute be resolved, Dehua can add another potential newcomer, and he won't waste his life outside. Wouldn't it be great to kill three birds with one stone."

This means hiring Xie Junliang to be the "Queen Gunner", but Wu Yong frowned thinking of the person he met that day: "That person is very stubborn, I'm afraid he won't agree."

Song Cheng raised his chin and smiled: "If that's the case, then find a way to shut him up completely."

Wu Yong was slightly surprised: "What are you going to do?"

Song Cheng chuckled: "Me? Of course I won't do anything."

"The person connected in the middle is called Qian Shao. Of course, he will solve the problems he caused."

"People who are low-level people have many ways to go low-level~"

Wu Yong immediately understood what he meant, and said, "I have many things against him."

Song Chengying's smiling face on the wine glass was more cold: "I don't like ambiguous answers. Toast or penalty, I always have to get a glass. But no matter what the choice is, it has nothing to do with us~"

★

Qian Shao hurried to City C.

What Wu Yong asked him to talk about made him still break out in cold sweat!

This time he came with a mission, if it works, it's fine, if it doesn't, don't blame him for jumping over the wall!

The door of Xie Junliang's house was closed, and Qian Shao knocked a few times, but no one answered.In a hurry and anger, he kicked him several times!

"Ka—" The door opened in response.

Qian Shao was about to get angry when he saw a strange woman holding a kitchen knife and looking at him sullenly.

Qian Shao was taken aback, and stammered, "You...you...what are you doing!"

The woman said coldly: "What are you doing! Will you scare the child and don't know?"

Qian Shao was discouraged, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry big sister, I'm here to find Xie Junliang."

The woman raised her eyebrows: "Who is Xie Junliang?"

Qian Shao looked up and confirmed the house number again and again: "Xie Junliang is the one who lives in this house..."

The woman seemed to remember something: "You said the original head of this house?"

"Yes, yes! Where did he go?"

The woman looked him up and said, "He's dead long ago."

Qian Shao's eyes widened: "Dead? How did he die?"

"I don't know. I heard that he died by cutting his wrists. After going to Shanghai, he died as soon as he came back."

"Dead? He's actually dead!"

A big stone in Qian Shao's heart fell to the ground in an instant. It was in vain that he didn't dare to show his face recently. It turned out that Xie Junliang had died a long time ago. If he had known these days, he wouldn't be so worried!

The woman looked at him suspiciously: "You have a grudge against him? Why do you look happy?"

"Is there? No no no! We are good friends, I am so sad!"

Qian Shao pretended to wipe away a few tears and covered up his smile.

"Since my friend is gone, I'm leaving."

"stop!"

Qian Shao looked at the kitchen knife in her hand, and asked tremblingly, "Is there anything else...Elder Sister?"

The woman entered the room, took out a package and handed it to him: "Since you are his friend, take this away."

"what is this?"

"It turns out that the people in this house left behind, and the things used by the dead are very unlucky."

"it is good."

Qian Shao took the things and left, and opened them curiously when no one was around: What could it be?

At the first glance, Xie Junliang almost threw the thing out, what kind of picture is that!Like a monster from hell, it stretched out countless demonic hands from the drawing paper, fiercely strangling its throat!

It took him a long time to suppress his beating heart and look carefully.

The blueprint in front of me was created by Xie Junliang, but it is completely different from his previous style.

In the past, his works were full of tenacious and pure vitality, but this picture is like the dying struggle of a soul.

Thinking of Xie Junliang's death and his possible cause of death, Qian Shao felt flustered belatedly, and threw away the blueprint as if burning his hands.

As time passed by, Qian Shao's cold sweat gradually dissipated. He slowly stretched out his hand and held the blueprint in his hand again.

The black wings still have a magical arc, but it is undeniable that it is so beautiful!

★

"Boss, he's gone."

"Well, come back and continue chopping stuffing."

"Oh."

The woman returned to the kitchen, chopping up the big meat skillfully with a knife, making a chopping sound on the cutting board.

This woman is Che Miao. It is inconvenient for her to live in a dormitory with her children. Chu Yan and the others moved to a new house, and the original Xie's house became vacant, and it happened to be rented to her cheaply.

"Xiao Xie, who was that person just now? It's so scary!"

Aunt Wang is a warm-hearted person. Che Miao had to ask her for help when she brought the children, so Chu Yan called her over for a meal.

While kneading the dough, Chu Yan replied calmly: "The person owed me a lot of money just now and didn't pay it back. If he didn't pay it back, he kept borrowing it. I couldn't take it anymore, so I told him that I was dead."

"It turned out to be like this! Then you have to find another excuse, it's unlucky to die!"

"As for him, other excuses don't work."

Hearing this, Che Miao also echoed: "I can tell, he still laughed after hearing me say that, he must think he doesn't have to pay back the money, he's happy!"

"That's really not a thing! Don't worry, my neighbors and I have said that if we see him coming, we will kick him out!"

Chu Yan smiled and said, "Okay, Aunt Wang, it's all up to you!"

Although that guy Qian Shao will definitely not come again~

Speaking of this, Aunt Wang was still a little curious: "Then what did you give him in the end?"

Chu Yan raised his head and smiled mysteriously: "The 108 letters of death, each of which says 'debt repayment' written in big blood red characters!"

Aunt Wang was taken aback for a moment, and then she fell down laughingly: "Hahaha, that doesn't scare him to death!"

"Don't be afraid of his thick skin, and don't be afraid of being scared."

The two women laughed together, but a young girl's voice came: "Hmph, I don't believe it!"

Chu Yan turned around, it was Aunt Wang's daughter Cai Mengmeng, the one who was scared to cry by Xie Junliang when she was a child, this year she was in her third year of high school and was about to take the college entrance examination.

She was playing with Che Miao's daughter in the house, but she didn't know when she came out.

Chu Yan looked at her with interest: "Why don't you believe me?"

Cai Mengmeng combed her high ponytail, showing her shiny forehead, and said with a sly smile, "Instinct! Little tailor, tell me the truth! Are you planning something bad?"

Chu Yan and her looked at each other for a while, then turned to Aunt Wang: "Look, Aunt Wang, Mengmeng doesn't even call her brother anymore!"

Cai Mengmeng stared at him dumbfounded: "You actually complained in front of me!"

"You damn girl, you're not too big or too young every day!"

Chu Yan smiled and watched Cai Mengmeng being taught a lesson, hiding his merit and fame.

How can he do bad things?He was just giving out a super gift~ As for what the recipient would use it for, how could he know?

★

"he died?"

"Of course! I'm sure!"

Wu Yong did not doubt his words, such a gloomy work can only be created with the will to die.

"Let's make a price." After cooperating for so long, Wu Yong already understood what Qian Shao meant.

Qian Shao took a few deep breaths: "I want 500 million!"

Wu Yong looked at him coldly: "You really know how to speak like a lion."

"There is still a life in it, isn't it worth 500 million? If you don't want it, I'll sell it to someone else!"

Wu Yong looked at the picture with deep eyes, and the aura coming out of the paper hurt his eyes.

After a long time, he said slowly: "Deal, this is the last time."

He used to be an astoundingly talented fashion designer, but someday, the goddess of inspiration abandoned him, and he never created a commendable work.

How can you do this!He was so strong all his life, how could he let his career end like this!How could he let others have the final impression of him as being exhausted!

Last time, this is the last time!He wants a perfect ending!

The days continued in such a tense and orderly manner, and finally, the last batch of clothes began to be delivered.