As soon as my car stopped downstairs, I saw a girl wearing black-rimmed glasses walking out. The girl was wearing a white sleeveless striped shirt and a gray linen skirt. Her round apple face was full of innocence.
Although the girl is already in her mid-twenties, she still has the temperament of a college student.
It was Qian Lan, Song Xiaodan's roommate.
When I saw Qian Lan, I quickly stopped her.
"Ms. Qian, is Sister Song upstairs?"
When Qian Lan saw me, his face was full of vigilance.
"Why did you come to our Dandan?"
I don’t hide it either.
"I have something to do and I would like to ask Sister Song for help."
Qian Lan looked at me with a cold tone.
"Dandan is on a business trip."
After saying that, Qian Lan turned around and left.
I quickly caught up with him.
"Sister Song is on a business trip, why can't I get through on my cell phone?"
Qian Lan was obviously impatient.
"Why are you so annoying! I changed my number and I don't want to deal with you, can't I?"
I was even more surprised when I heard Qian Lan say that Song Xiaodan had changed his number.
"Sister Song, isn't she an insurance company? If I change my number, won't I receive a lot less business?"
Qian Lan didn't explain at all, didn't bother to pay attention to me anymore, and walked out with the painting folder on his back.
I had no choice but to follow Qian Lan.
"Sister Qian, can you give me Sister Song's new account?"
Qian Lan glared at me with her big beautiful eyes.
"Why should I tell you?"
After quarreling with me, Qian Lan jumped on her little electric donkey and walked out in style.
I don't understand why Qian Lan has such a bad attitude toward me, as if he has a deep hatred for me. But after much thought, I had an interaction with her once, the last time I sent Song Xiaodan home.
She and I didn't say a few words at that time, so I probably didn't offend her!
Seeing Qian Lan riding further and further away, I didn't dare to think about why she didn't treat me well, so I quickly jumped on the car and chased after her.
If you don't chase, you won't be able to catch up.
I don't know when the boss and Mr. Money will attack the boss's wife. So I want to find Song Xiaodan as soon as possible so that she can help me expose the boss's mask in front of the boss's wife.
I followed Song Xiaodan all the way and found that after she left the community, she bought a pancake on the roadside and ate it while riding her bicycle.
Seeing her carrying a picture folder, I couldn't figure out what kind of job she was doing.
Following Song Xiaodan to a crowded pedestrian street, I saw her opening her painting folder and then taking out a few sketches and placing them next to her. Only then did I realize that Qian Lan’s job was to sell paintings on the roadside.
I found a place to park the car and walked over.
Qian Lan was concentrating on drawing the head of a girl in his hand. When he felt someone stopping, Qian Lan didn't even raise his head.
"Is the boss buying paintings?"
"Five hundred a piece."
I was shocked by her price.
"Beauty, sketches drawn by people on the street usually cost ten yuan a piece, and the most expensive ones are only forty or fifty. You charge five hundred yuan a piece?"
When Qian Lan heard my voice, she turned her head, her two curved eyebrows already bunched together.
"Why are you still haunted?"
"I told you, I can't give you Xiao Dan's new number. Do you not understand human speech, or what do you mean?"
Because I was scolded by Qian Lan just now, I am not surprised to see her very unkind attitude.
I took the folding chair next to her and sat on it.
"Beauty Qian, can I ask why you are so malicious towards me? I remember that I didn't even peek at you taking a shower!"
Qian Lan was so angry that she glared at me.
"You want to die, don't you? Believe it or not, if I call you, someone will come right away and chop you into pieces!"
Of course I don't believe it.
"Beautiful Qian, I'm not a three-year-old child. What you said is enough to scare a child, but it won't work to scare me!"
As soon as I finished speaking, I suddenly felt a chill on my back, as if I was being stared at by a poisonous snake.
I quickly turned around and saw a thin, middle-aged man standing a few meters away, staring at me coldly.
I have lived for more than 20 years, but I have never seen such a cold gaze. Even though I have been practicing Tai Chi since I was a child, I still feel a chill rising from the bottom of my heart.
The man walked towards me step by step, as if every step contained a huge force, which made me feel more and more nervous.
"I advise you to believe it!"
The man's voice was not loud, but it gave people a chilling feeling.
When Qian Lan saw this man, not only was he not afraid, but his face was filled with impatience.
"Uncle Jiu, why are you here again?"
When the man named Uncle Jiu heard Qian Lan's words, the coldness on his face quickly disappeared, and his tone changed from cold to flattering.
"Miss, don't get me wrong. I'm not here to persuade you to go home. I'm here to buy paintings."
"Miss, your painting is so good. Selling it for five hundred a piece is really too cheap. I think this painting of yours should be sold for at least fifty thousand."
My girl happened to be learning to draw recently. I bought ten pictures first and took them back to my girl to learn from. "
With that said, the man took out his cell phone.
I was already watching dumbfounded.
The man was wearing ordinary Chinese linen casual clothes and had a string of Buddhist beads on his hand. Apart from this, there are no other decorations. Compared with most rich men, this man didn't even wear a watch and didn't look like a rich man.
But when this man said he would spend 500,000 yuan to buy Qian Lan's ten paintings, it was like he was talking about spending 50 yuan to buy a toy for his child.
Although I don't know the relationship between this man and Qian Lan, I can also tell that this man is actually here to give Qian Lan money.
But giving away half a million yuan at a time is too generous!
For the first time, I had a new understanding of Qian Lan.
I saw Qian Lan and Song Xiaodan renting together in Danfengyuan before, and I saw that she didn't even have a car, just riding a small electric donkey. I also thought Qian Lan was a child from an ordinary family.
But when I saw this man coming to give Qian Lan money, I realized that I had completely misjudged Qian Lan.
At this time, I was curious about Qian Lan and this man at the same time.
Qian Lan put down the pen in his hand.
"Uncle Jiu, I only sell five hundred paintings, and I won't sell them if the price is too high. If your girl wants to learn painting, let her come to me on her own. I won't sell the paintings to you."
After speaking, Qian Lan glanced at Uncle Jiu.
"Uncle Jiu, he asked you to give me money, right? You go back and tell him. Back then, he said that if I walked out of that house, I would starve to death sooner or later.
I want to show him that I, Qian Lan, can earn a living by relying on my true abilities.
No need for charity from him! "
Uncle Jiu grimaced.
"Miss, the boss said that on impulse. But even if the boss is at fault, he is your father after all.
Besides, selling paintings on the street is really not for you. In my opinion, don’t get angry with the boss! Our family has so much big business, you can't ignore it! "
Qian Lan didn't answer Uncle Jiu's words at all.
"Have you finished speaking? You can leave after that."
