My 1991

Meng Qingshui has beautiful and smooth long black hair, and she can smell the familiar fragrance of shampoo from a meter away. At this time, her delicate face lost the calmness of the past, and the corners of her tightly pursed lips outlined a hint of sadness.

Having just listened to the entire conversation between Lu An and her sister, she was filled with confusion and hesitation.

In the past and present life, I rarely saw her like this. Lu An looked at it silently, and then asked after a long while:

"Why didn't you go have breakfast at this hour?"

Afraid that he would see her flaw, Meng Qingshui quickly adjusted her mood and said with a smile: "Well, the spoon for eating is gone. Come and buy a new spoon."

As she spoke, she shook the silver spoon in her right hand slightly.

His eyes stayed on the spoon for two seconds, and Lu An changed the subject: "Thank you."

He was referring to the matter of paying the phone bill.

Meng Qingshui obviously understood, squinting her crescent-moon eyes and saying, "No, my sister often teaches me that we are a family, as we should be."

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Lu An was stunned when he heard this. He didn't know whether the girl in front of him was testing her or reminding her?

However, he was too lazy to dwell on it and simply opened his mouth and said, "Sister Qingchi is coming over later. I'm going to wait for her at the school gate. Can we go together?"

Unexpectedly, Meng Qingshui shook her head and said with a smile: "No, Wu Yu and Shuting have already packed me food. I will go to the dormitory to meet them."

Luan said yes and left.

Don't mention money either.

Watching his back disappearing from the canteen, Meng Qingshui paused, turned and approached the counter: "Uncle Xiao, how much is the total?"

The canteen owner and the Meng family are neighbors and know each other very well. "The spoon is 2 cents and the phone bill is 3 yuan. You can count 3 yuan."

Meng Qingshui took out a handful of change tickets from his pocket, counted out 3 yuan and put it on the container, and said:

"Next time you see Luan coming to buy something or make a phone call, don't charge him."

The canteen owner had seen through her little thoughts a few years ago and agreed with a grin: "I know, it's the same as usual. I'll settle the bill with you afterwards."

"Um."

After being seen through, Meng Qingshui's face became hot, and she left with a hum.

Because he was a day student and one of the top students in No. 1 Middle School, the two old men at the security office at the school gate knew him and easily walked through the communication room to the outside of the school.

"Xiao An, get in the car."

Ten minutes later, just as he was watching the two vendors arguing with relish, a taxi stopped in front of him, and Meng Qingchi stuck out half of his head to call him.

Hearing the sound, Lu An looked away and subconsciously opened the back seat door, wanting to sit with Meng Qingchi.

Meng Qingchi said: "Xiao An, go and sit in the front passenger seat."

Glancing at the other woman in the car, Lu An instantly recognized her. Sister Qingchi was worried and brought her friend the lawyer over.

No. 1 Middle School is very close to Guifei Lane and can be reached by taxi in two minutes.

"Your cousin lives here alone?"

The female lawyer who said nothing in the car entered the yard and looked around, asking.

Meng Qingchi said: "He has to face the college entrance examination, so it would be quieter to live alone."

Knowing what their purpose was, Lu An poured the two of them a cup of hot tea and then went to the bedroom to get the contract.

Meng Qingchi opened the contract and read it carefully, but found no problems. Then he said to his friend, "Shiya, please check it carefully for me."

Liu Shiya put down her tea cup, put on her glasses, and carefully checked word for word, paragraph by paragraph.

Fifteen minutes later, Liu Shiya raised her head and said, "There is no problem with this agreement. There are no hidden loopholes. You can rest assured."

Hearing this, Meng Qingchi felt relieved and said with a smile on his face: "That's good. I'm sorry to bother you."

Luan didn't show much surprise at this.

He had handled countless contracts in his previous life and was already familiar with all kinds of pitfalls, so naturally he would not make mistakes in this regard.

Liu Shiya looked at him with curious eyes and asked, "Your monthly salary is 2,000, how much can a painting cost?"

Luann held out two fingers.

Liu Shiya guessed: "2000?"

Luan blinked.

Liu Shiya looked surprised: "It can't be 20,000, right?"

Lu An spit out two words: "Correct answer."

Liu Shiya was completely shocked. She looked at Lu An, looked at Meng Qingchi, and then looked at Lu An, "Does this mean I ask you to paint a painting and I have to pay 20,000 yuan?"

Lu An said: "This is the price of friendship for Sister Qingchi's sake."

His words were not without purpose.

After being in the art world for so many years, he realized that selling paintings is essentially "hungry marketing". The more paintings in circulation, the less valuable they are.

This is why many paintings don’t become valuable until after the artist’s death.

Because only after you die can the number of paintings be completely fixed, things become more valuable when they are scarce, and they can be utilized by capital.

So after he signed an agreement with Haibo Gallery, he made a decision. Before he became completely famous, the paintings could be sold, but they had to be appropriate and the price should be raised.

This is called Jiang Taigong fishing, and those who are willing will take the bait.

If you like, buy and sell.

He wouldn't force him if no business came to him. Anyway, he had 60,000 yuan in his pocket, so he didn't panic when he had food in hand.

Of course, since he has signed an agreement with Haibo Gallery and Haibo Auction House, he still hopes that the paintings in his hands will be leaked from the gallery and auction house if it is not necessary, so as to satisfy his conscience.

In this way, both parties can develop trust and cooperate for a longer period of time.

Liu Yashi left, confused.

After leaving the Royal Concubine Lane, she kept asking Meng Qingchi: "Is your cousin the illegitimate son of a big family?

Having been secretly trained by a famous teacher for more than ten years, he is so powerful at such a young age? "

Seeing his friend's abnormal appearance, Meng Qingchi couldn't laugh or cry, "You have watched too many TV series. Where did you get the illegitimate son from a big family? He must be a gift."

Liu Shiya lamented: "Oh, this is really annoying. I may not be able to save 2,000 yuan even if I work hard for a year."

She was telling the truth.

There are many illegal incidents in society these days, but there are few lawsuits, so this profession is not yet popular for future generations.

Simply tidy up the bedroom.

Lu An thought for a while, opened the drawer and took out a piece of letter paper.

The letterhead was the Municipal People's Hospital. It was the paper that Sister Qingchi brought to him to do arithmetic drafts on weekdays. There was always a thick stack of it.

He planned to write a letter to Song Jia, who was studying in the middle school in the town.

The content of the letter was not long. It mainly talked about his current situation, and then asked about her health and studies.

Ten minutes later, the letter was finished.

Lu An checked it roughly and found that there was nothing wrong with it. He immediately placed two 10-dollar bills in the center of the letter paper and folded it together with the letter paper.

Then write on the back of the letter: Open the envelope carefully, there is living expenses inside.

The post office is next to the police station and very close to Guifei Lane. You can cross a road and walk straight for about a hundred meters.

"Hello, buy an envelope and a stamp."

"Ordinary envelope, or registered mail?"

"A regular envelope."

"1 jiao for the envelope and 8 jiao for the stamp."

Lu An was prepared and handed over the 9 cents in his hand: "Here."

Sending a letter is extremely expensive. It costs 9 cents, which can buy half a pound of fat.

In this day and age, it was considered a luxury, nothing more than a necessity, and no ordinary rural family would be willing to do it.

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