Moreover, the money is paid in full in advance and will be available tomorrow morning.
The contract can be regarded as the compensation given to me by the coal generation, but in my heart, I am extremely resistant to this kind of compensation. Even if it hurts Fangzhou’s colleagues.
This contract was ultimately rejected by me.
For no other reason, Fangzhou will be finished in one year. I can't take this long-term contract.
After finishing the matter, Mr. Mei suddenly took out something from behind and placed it on the table.
"In this matter, you are the one who has been wronged the most, Assistant Tong. Xing, Zihua, and the Li family can't forgive you."
"This painting... I don't have the nerve to ask for it. Just give it to me."
Looking at the picture of Songyang Hanbai that Mei Yiyi sent over, I was shocked and quickly pressed his hand: "Old man, I can't take it away. Please take it back."
Mr. Mei in turn pressed my wrist and forced the Songyang Han Botu into my hand: "This painting is worth 90 million on the outside, but I actually only spent 1 million."
"You bought a ninety-million-dollar painting for only one million. You clearly knew that the painting was worth a lot of money, but you didn't confiscate any extra money."
"Your character is unparalleled in the world."
"It is his blessing that Zihua can make a friend with a different brain like you, and it is also my blessing, Li Sanmao."
I froze in place, a little moved, but more confused.
I am surprised that people like the Coal Generation, who have risen from the bottom, can treat money as dirt.
The coal generation was right, they did buy this painting for one million, but its value was not one million, not ten million, but a full ninety million.
90 million was given to me without blinking an eyelid. How many people in the world can have such courage!
But I really can’t accept the painting!
Even if you beat him to death!
I can't bear the karma of 90 million!
"Brother Tong, you are right, these ancient paintings and relics are really spiritual. I dreamed of Qianlong last night. He said I shouldn't get this painting." Reading La
"Master Qianlong also said that our Li family cannot afford this painting."
"I have to give the painting away so that our Li family can have peace and prosperity for generations to come."
I understand what the coal generation means.
Qianlong’s dream was a lie. The Dongfeng 41 Dongfeng 41 that cut off the fuse of the war between me and the old despicable Songyang Hanbaitu was real!
The coal generation sent me the intercontinental nuclear bomb Hanbotu, which also cut off the last source of connection between the Li family and Hanbotu.
From now on, the Li family has nothing to do with this Hanbo picture!
Hanbotu has a market value of 90 million, which is indeed expensive and will become even more expensive in the future. But in the minds of the coal generation, its price is only one million, and there is no need to fill two wagons with clean coal.
One million can buy the Li family peace for generations. This deal is a good deal!
Hanbotu, I finally accepted it.
If I don't accept it, the coal generation will burn him.
Going around and around, the painting came around in a circle and returned to my hands.
In the dark, it seems that it has been determined for a long time.
This one million dollars bought karma worth 90 million, and ultimately it was up to me to bear it myself.
I had predicted that the old mean man would take action to save the three cheap guests, but I didn't expect that he would be determined to protect the three cheap guests.
This is not in line with his nature.
Then I thought about it, the old mean man could really do anything to hit me.
One is to demonstrate his prowess, and the other is to undermine my confidence.
If I can send the three lowly guests in, he can keep the three lowly guests out.
He is just better than me, a little person from Fangzhou!
The day before yesterday, I gave you a heavy blow, and today I paid back an even harder blow.
In addition to tying the score, it also highlighted the old mean man's determination to punish me to death.
Mr. Mei, who was wearing pajamas, personally drove me to the door of the Great Wall Hotel, opened the car door for me, and gave me a heartfelt message.
"Brother Tong, don't say anything when people are in trouble, don't raise your whip when horses are in danger. You still
Don't fight with them anymore. You are still young, if you endure it slowly and endure them to death, you will win. "
It was already early in the morning when we returned to Fangzhou. The taxi driver stopped at the dilapidated gate of Fangzhou and refused to go in.
Moreover, the taxi driver refused to give me a fare on the pretext that the invoice was gone.
I didn't say anything and just threw the red banknote over. The driver didn't know what happened to him and had a bad temper. He chewed the pieces while taking out the money.
I didn't pay attention to him, but sat quietly in the car waiting for him to make amends.
Opposite at the night snack door, three drunk men were beating a thin man. While beating, he cursed at himself.
The person who was beaten lay on the ground without holding his head or shrinking his legs, and allowed the three men to do whatever they wanted.
"I'm sorry for your mother!"
A drunkard cursed and kicked the man on the ground in the leg. He also slipped to the ground and was knocked unconscious.
"Catch him, don't let him get away."
The drunkard's accomplice was furious, and he and another drunkard immediately bent down and grabbed the man's hair, dragging him to the side like a dog.
The moment I saw that head, I couldn't help but be stunned, and then my whole body exploded and my blood surged.
Subconsciously, he wanted to get out of the car, but then he held it back and snorted coldly.
At this moment, the man on the ground suddenly turned over and threw half a brick out of his hand, hitting the fat man's pig-headed face squarely.
Immediately, the fat man screamed like a slaughtering pig, and squatted down, covering his mouth and nose, and blood came from his mouth and nose.
"How are you, Fatty?"
Drunkard A immediately abandoned the man on the ground, helped the fat man up and took a look at his hands, and immediately screamed.
The man called Fatty had a flat nose, blood was gushing out, and he almost lost his human appearance.
The man on the ground looked at the other person, with a ferocious and crazy smile on his blood-stained face: "I'm sorry for your mother. Come on. Come and beat me again."
"If you dare to scold me, I will kill you."
"Hold!"
The drunkard, with his eyes cracked, roared angrily: "Third brother, go get the knife. I'm going to kill him! I'll take revenge on the fat man."
The remaining drunkard was dressed as a chef. Hearing Drunkard A's call, he immediately turned around and staggered into the snack bar, and came out carrying a sharp knife.
"Pull him up!"
"I want him to see with his own eyes that this knife stabbed his stomach."
The drunk chef was slightly sober and hesitant.
Drunk A grabbed the sharp knife from the chef's hand, cursed him as a piece of trash, stumbled to the side of the man on the ground, stabbed him in the chest and killed him.
