There are rumors that the old mean man once made a will that Ning Cheng and Mu Qingqing would share his property equally after a hundred years.
Regarding the matter of forcing me to donate money to Hailuo Pan and then suppressing me, Old Despicable was very straightforward and generous, admitting that he was the mastermind.
After getting the answer I wanted, I whispered softly: "You just asked me how much it would cost?"
"You put all your effort into tricking people, don't you just want to get angry and blackmail them again?" Kanshu La
"I'll give you a chance to make a fortune."
Looking at the old mean man's loose-skinned face, I said with a little more emotion: "For the 90 million paintings, I want you to pay 10 million in mental compensation. It's not much."
The old mean man sat still and responded to me indifferently: "Not much. You still have some conscience. This matter..."
I interrupted the old mean: "Write eight more paintings of the main hall for me?"
The mean old man snorted and looked at me with squinting eyes, his eyes extremely penetrating: "I'm dreaming."
I couldn't help but sneer twice: "Then I quit."
"You bastard."
The old mean man gritted his teeth and spit fire from his eyes: "Five at most. No more."
I happily nodded in agreement, and then poked the mean asshole: "You have to write it when you are angry. Otherwise, it will be just a bunch of shit, and you can't read it."
If I scold the old mean man for relying on his old age, he will never be angry.
But if I say that the handwriting of "Lao Despicable" looks like shit, then I am really touching the back of Lao Despicable.
This blow is equivalent to saying that the pork stewed vermicelli made by a Northeasterner is not authentic, and scolding the twice-cooked pork made by people from Bashu that is not as delicious as that made by people from Guangdong Province.
This time, Old Despicable, an old volcano that had been dormant for ninety-six years, finally erupted.
He picked up the crutches with both hands and beat me hard. He yelled and cursed at me wildly, venting all the anger that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time.
This scolding lasted for more than ten minutes, and the old mean man poured all his bad words on me at once.
What about the eighteenth generation of my ancestors, what about my pig and dog friends, what about the Fangzhou Laboratory...
My relatives, my friends, my work unit, everything the old despicable man could think of, he scolded me. He scolded me until I was furious, he scolded himself hysterically, the entire hall was darkened, and the windows were scolded. Dark heaven and earth.
The scolded old scoundrel then asked the great goddess Xiao Beibi to bring a check with wet ink, like a rich man sending a beggar away, hissing: "Take the money! Get out of here!"
"I never want to see you again."
Xiao Beibi held the check with her ten slender fingers, and like a submissive little maid, cowardly and softly whispered to me: "Assistant Tong, it was all my fault in the past. I really want my grandfather's jade jar."
"Today we admit defeat. I don't expect to be friends with you in the future. But I hope that we can live in peace in the future."
I tilted my head and glanced sideways at Xiao Beibi, and what appeared before my eyes was the arrogance and prejudice of the Great Goddess towards me.
I smiled half-heartedly and teased softly: "Xiao Beibi, don't you look down on me anymore?"
Obviously, Mu Qingqing was very surprised by the name Xiao Beibi, but he lowered his eyebrows and was gentle and gentle: "Back then, my great-grandfather Bei Shuai and He Qian's father Zhang Laozu had a feud just because of a trivial quarrel. Puzzled."
"Magic Needle Li, Iron Hat King, and Mr. Zhang Boju came forward one after another to negotiate with each other, but nothing was resolved. In the end, they fought with Cricket."
"As a result, the crickets that our ancestors loved most all died."
"Because of this, our two families have been in harmony for generations."
A pair of green-white jade hands reached in front of me like they had crossed the Pacific forty years ago. Under the blessing of the dazzling white LED lights, a layer of jade light appeared, and even the thin hair on Xiao Beibi's arms became Crystal clear.
"Assistant Tong, please take the money."
Xiao Beibi looked at me sincerely and deeply, her voice was as soft as a newlywed daughter-in-law who had just gotten into bed, her eyes were affectionate, and her rosy face was about to say something.
"Let's get along well from now on.
OK? "
At this moment, Xiao Beibi is more beautiful and softer than the goddess in the Dunhuang murals!
I leaned on the chair with my hands folded and looked at the out-of-breath old mean, and then at the smug little Beibei, but I turned a blind eye to the check that was so close at hand, and spoke in a soft voice. The remarks.
"Mr. Wang, tell me. If I take 10 million, will I...become a blackmailer?"
As soon as these words came out, Xiao Beibi's beauty turned pale.
The old mean man was startled at first, and then his face changed.
Then, the old mean man raised his head and looked at me, with a look of shock, horror and absolute impossibility in his eyes.
I grinned twice, raised my index finger and shook it at the old mean man: "Old man, now, you still want to dig a fucking hole to kill me."
"Are you still trying to play a honey trap on me?"
"You...an old turtle!"
"I'm too old to practice it!"
After saying that, I faced Wang Jingsong with all my strength and spit it out!
"Pooh!"
In an instant, the old mean man stayed on the spot, his eyes were dull and showed endless humiliation, and his face was decayed and decadent, showing that unbelievable shock!
The whole person was shapeless.
My move was a counterattack, directly stabbing the old mean to the core!
The old mean man never expected that I would see through his counter-murder plan even if I beat him to death!
The old mean guy seems to have underestimated my intelligence.
He talked to me about money and compensation, but it was actually a sinkhole.
Once I ask for money, I become an extortionist.
And it’s still premeditated extortion!
Once I took the money, I jumped out of the trap and became a real blackmailer.
When the time comes, if the old bastard gives me a counter-indictment, then all the evidence I have about my three bastards will be turned into a butcher's knife against myself.
Not to mention that all the previous efforts were in vain, I also had to go in and make Fuwa Jingjing Beibenini. Wait until you finish making the Olympic mascot before stepping on the sewing machine.
This old guy does have a good counter-calculation.
He first started talking to me, then showed weakness to me, and then he threw out bait to lure me in. The timing of the situation was also when I was most complacent.
This method is the same as the method I used to deal with the three cheap guests.
