The furnishings in the room are very simple, including a set of bookcases against the wall, a large desk, and a few chairs. There are also several oil paintings hanging on the walls.
A middle-aged man who looked to be in his fifties sat behind the desk. His temples are gray, the hair on the top of his head is thinning, and he is on the verge of balding, but balding seems to make him look younger. The whole face is round, the nose looks very fleshy, the lips are slightly thick, and the whole person feels very kind.
He looked at Lu Wei inquiringly and smiled, revealing two rows of white teeth: "Hello! Madam. Please sit down." He stretched out his hand to signal.
Lu Wei sat in front of him helplessly, like a child who had done something wrong.
"I'm Dr. Fang Ke. How can I help you?"
"Excuse me..." Lu Wei was a little shy, "Are you still recruiting still life models? I think I meet the requirements in the manual." She gently raised the painting academy manual in her hand and immediately put it on her lap, looking at it eagerly. Fang Ke opposite.
"Do you want to apply for a job as a model?" Fang Ke carefully looked at the thin and petite girl in front of him.
Lu Wei nodded fiercely, as if to show all his determination.
"That's right, ma'am," Fang Ke crossed his hands on his chest, "there are some requirements for being a model here."
"Requirement?" Lu Wei was a little surprised, "But it's not written in the manual..." She quickly added, "I'm currently in college, and my educational background is..."
Fang Ke smiled slightly and waved his hand: "No, we have no requirements for models in terms of height, appearance, body shape, skin color, race, education, etc. What we are looking for is a still life model. Have you been a still life model before?"
Lu Wei shook his head in fear.
Fang Ke took out a thick picture album from the drawer, opened it and handed it to Lu Wei. At the same time, he lightly tapped the catalog on the album with his index finger.
Lu Wei suspiciously turned to the page he indicated.
"Why?" Brother Drunkard's face turned ugly.
Dong Qiangqiang didn't want to explain to him endlessly, so he just shook his head and refused: "No."
The drunkard stared at him for two seconds, then suddenly rolled up the sleeve of his left arm with his right hand, then took out a few bills from his pocket and slapped them on the table: "Is this okay?"
"You misunderstood, this is not about money." Seeing the banknotes, Dong Qiangqiang knew that the other party had misunderstood his meaning, "I put a lot of wine in it. If you eat people, you will get drunk, and it will not be good for your body. Okay." He didn't dare to say that this was not for people to eat.
"A lot of wine?" Brother Drunkard pointed at the empty wine bottles on the table with a disdainful look on his face, "Is this it?"
Dong Qiangqiang nodded solemnly: "Next time I will definitely make you the potato and beef stew you want to eat, but this time... forget it."
Hearing Dong Qiangqiang's words, the drunkard brother suddenly burst out laughing. The laughter made Monk Dong Qiangqiang two feet confused: "What's so funny?" he asked.
"Dong, I just thought you were just stingy, that's why you didn't let me eat." The drunkard brother said with a smile, "But now I understand that you look down on my drinking capacity."
"How much do you drink?" Dong Qiangqiang was a little confused. He didn't understand how his refusal had the effect of playing hard to get. Just as he was stunned, the drunkard brother had already snatched the bowl back from his hand.
"You take the money," Brother Drunkard said without hesitation, "This pot belongs to me."
"Give it back to me." Dong Qiangqiang was really afraid that something bad would happen to him after eating it. If something happened, it would be no joke. "You will be poisoned." He shouted.
"Dong, how old were you when you first drank?" The drunkard brother hid the bowl behind his back with one hand and held the other hand in front of himself to block Dong Qiangqiang's approach.
"Eighteen years old." Dong Qiangqiang replied angrily.
"I'm four years old." Brother Drunkard showed a devilish smile, "To me, it's like my blood, it's a part of my body. So, believe me, I'll be fine."
A short strange man among the three suddenly waved to Yu Jianghai: "Hey, come here!"
Yu Jianghai didn't move and looked at the other party calmly: "Is something wrong?"
"Didn't you hear he asked you to come over?" Someone behind Yu Jianghai pushed him hard, and Yu Jianghai was almost pushed down by him. He quickly adjusted his body to keep himself balanced.
"Who asked you to be here?" the short man asked, glaring at Yu Jianghai menacingly.
Yu Jianghai was stunned by his question: "The agent introduced me here."
"What did you say?" the short man said as he approached Yu Jianghai, and Yu Jianghai immediately smelled the smell of alcohol on his body.
"The agent asked me to come."
Before Yu Jianghai finished speaking, the short man had already slammed into Yu Jianghai with his shoulder. Yu Jianghai was knocked back two steps. Before he could stand still, he was hit by two people behind him. He was pushed back.
"I didn't hear what you said. Say it again." The short man ordered.
Yu Jianghai had already seen that the other party was obviously looking for a fight, but there were three people in the other party, and he only had one person. He didn't have a guy in his hand, only a wooden brush. If he goes 1v3, he will definitely suffer. Thinking of this, he endured it: Forget it, let's take a step back and the world will be brighter.
Although Yu Jianghai didn't want to cause trouble, he was hurt by the collision, but he didn't fight back. He still explained: "I was just wiping the locomotive, and I didn't hinder you."
"You are hindering our business." The short man spat at him.
Are you doing business here at noon? But there is nothing but a few dirty locomotives. Yu Jianghai was stunned. He suddenly thought: Could the other party be a drug dealer?
Seeing that Yu Jianghai didn't speak, the short man thought that he didn't understand what he said, and cursed: "Do you understand German? Country bumpkin."
The other two people started laughing. Yu Jianghai turned his head and glanced at the other two people with his peripheral vision without saying a word.
"You have to pay us money. Do you understand? Money." The short man yelled at Yu Jianghai, made a motion of counting money with his hands, and added in English, "ney!"
Yu Jianghai calmly gestured towards his one-piece work clothes: "I have no money."
"No money?" The short man rolled his eyes and winked at the person behind Yu Jianghai. Someone immediately came up to search Yu Jianghai.
Whether it was from the sun or anger, Yu Jianghai's face was slightly red, and a few blue veins appeared faintly on his hand holding the wooden brush.
The short man's follower quickly searched Yu Jianghai's body. He shook his head at the short man in disappointment, indicating that he found nothing.
"You're a fucking pauper." The short man suddenly raised his foot and kicked Yu Jianghai. Yu Jianghai instinctively used a wooden brush to block him, but his kick missed the target.
The short man didn't expect Yu Jianghai to block, so he became angry and punched him.
