What the hell...

Hearing the busy signal of the phone being hung up, Cheng Xiao was so angry that his whole body was smoking. He tremblingly tried to dial Zhao Qingrou's number again, but he was reminded that the number was unavailable.

I'm so confused, the employer and employee were obviously still on the phone just now, okay?

Suddenly I realized that I had been blocked. This blind man...ah, the former blind man dared to block me!

Cheng Xiao's face turned from livid to red. If God really opened the gas tank for him at this time, he would be able to ascend directly to heaven.

Lao Zhu has finished making arrangements and looks ready to set off immediately. As the owner of the largest private art school in the city, Lao Zhu now also wants to find a suitable project to transform. The competition is too strong now, and due to the recent two years,

For some well-known reason, various online schools are popping up all over the world, and the real economy has suffered a huge blow.

Knowing that he now has some funds and is looking for a project, a friend with a good relationship in Nan Province proposed to rent a piece of land with him in the mountains on the side of the Bamboo Sea to create a paid painter tribe that combines vacation, leisure and art collection.

Lao Zhu felt that the prospect was worrying, so he refused.

Comparatively speaking, Lao Cheng is relatively reliable. Although he made his fortune through his in-laws' family, the gallery has indeed been managed very well in his hands. Both its reputation and profitability are much better than before.

If this car is really what Lao Cheng said, it is definitely a very promising investment project.

When he walked outside the door, he found Cheng Xiao standing blankly with a struck expression on his face. Could this guy be so excited about getting the investment that he bled to death?

"Let's go, Lao Cheng, what's wrong with you?"

Cheng Xiao was dejected: "Lao Zhu, the car is with my ex-wife, and she refused to lend me the car even after I talked to her for a long time."

Lao Zhu: Suddenly I realized that Cheng Xiao is not so reliable anymore.

Even if He Xiaoman was beaten to death, there was no way he would lend his car to Cheng Xiao to deceive others. There was revenge for revenge and injustice for injustice, but the attack must be precise to avoid harming innocent people.

So Cheng Xiao fell into a strange circle.

R&D team: Take the money, take the money. Once the money is in place, we can create another car like Lexus to shock the world.

Cheng Xiao: Get a car. Without a car, you can’t invest.

R&D Team: How can we get a car without money?

Cheng Xiao: How can you bring in money without a car?

Cheng Xiao wanted to open a painting exhibition to raise funds and find a way to deceive two swindlers. However, without the [Paper and Inkstone Studio], Cheng Xiao was like an elephant with its teeth pulled out. There were many "calligraphers and painters" of his caliber all over the streets.

Yes, it turned out that there were still people who paid tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands to ask him to inscribe and leave a book. Now it is difficult to sell the works worth 80,000 yuan.

Cheng Xiao finally understood that the artistic value of a so-called "painter" like him was actually tied to his gallery. Now that the gallery is gone, his value has dropped. And anyone with a discerning eye can see that there is still a lot.

room for decline.

The R&D team came to him with the contract. If the funds are not available, we will look for the next cooperation target, and our contract will expire and be void.

Like a gambler who loses his money, Cheng Xiao will never give in, so he plans to mortgage the wedding house with Ding Paner and the family car to borrow money at usury, but Ding Paner and his parents jointly stop him.

They guarded him like a thief.

"I'm not Blind Man Zhao. I won't allow you to use this house for investment. All the money from the gallery and my family has been wasted. I won't say anything, but you can buy the house we live in."

No, are you going to let your parents and our son sleep on the street?"

Cheng Xiao had no choice but to go to Liang Chao again to get back part of his original investment.

"Don't forget, you once stole the collection from my gallery."

He once again used this tried-and-true trump card to threaten Liang Chao.

He only needs Liang Chao to spit out three to five million of his tens of millions of investments.

But this time Liang Chao refused to admit it.

"Boss Cheng, what you said is so interesting. I have a transfer letter signed and sealed by Ms. Zhao Qingrou, and there is also video in your gallery surveillance camera. The person who took the collection away was Butler Liang who was entrusted by Ms. Zhao Qingrou. The scientific research investment failed.

It's a normal thing. I didn't promise that this project would be successful. The terms in our contract are clear in black and white. Besides, it is not our ideas that cause the scientific research project to fail, but our lack of follow-up funds. This is your problem.

It's not our problem."

Cheng Xiao suddenly realized!

"Liang Chao! I finally understand. You and Zhao Qingrou, Lao Liang, are all working together. You guys worked together to deceive me!"

"For an illiterate person, your idioms are good, but for a legally illiterate person, if you continue to slander like this, I can file a lawsuit against you for slander!"

A stack of contracts was gently placed on the desk. Liang Chao's tone was still that of a typical IT man, honest and down-to-earth. He said: "Here is the contract. You can study it carefully, clause by clause, to see where we are."

Which one is illegal, or which one is illegal?"

Cheng Xiao silently canceled the recording button on his mobile phone, which was really flawless.

This Spring Festival is the most miserable Spring Festival the Cheng family has experienced since marrying the Zhao family. The family of five is crowded into three rooms and one living room, plus Cheng Fei, who finally admits that her relationship has failed and angrily goes home to celebrate the Spring Festival, Cheng's mother is

There are things everywhere, the kitchen is small, the bathroom is not separated from dry and wet areas, the north bedroom has no light, and it is as cold as an ice cellar in winter.

"Okay, why do you have to get a divorce? If you still live in a villa..."

"If you think the villa is good, then go live in the villa and bring your wife with you. I just want to take my dad over to stay for a few days!" Ding Pan'er said coldly.

"Haha, why should you accept your father's house in the Cheng family? Who do you think you are?" Cheng's mother suddenly became furious: "I haven't said anything about you yet. You seduced my son and instigated them to divorce and marry you, which made me live in a house.

In such a shabby house, you eat pig food every day, you are a slut, and you don’t have anything for a man to itch all over your body for a day!”

The battle between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law immediately started vigorously in the living room.

Cheng Fei couldn't stand it anymore, so she dragged her suitcase back to school without even celebrating the new year.

A store owner of a sports goods store is pursuing her. She would rather agree to live with that person than live in such a grasshopper cage and have to listen to the quarrels that two old women repeat every day.

Moreover, there are endless filthy words, and the more they are said, the more unpleasant they are.

Cheng Fei couldn't understand why the family's good life suddenly turned into this?

It was miserable and raining here in the Cheng family, but there was a different scene in the villa.

In the large living room on the first floor, the mandarin duck hotpot was steaming and rolling. Liang Chao used a white steel spoon to continuously scoop out the spicy shrimps. Liang Ma calmly nuzzled at He Xiaoman. Liang Chao nodded and gave He Xiaoman the hot pot.

Xiaoman scooped up a few here.

"Cheng Xiao now relies on his old contacts to make a living by painting decorative paintings for shops. Each painting only costs two to three thousand yuan. Sometimes there is no work for a month."

The four chivalrous young men have now moved into the villa. The third floor is their living room and studio. The gallery is still under Zhao Qingrou's name again, but this time it has got rid of the promise of Zhao's father and has completely become Zhao Qingrou.

all.

The group of four was indeed researching a software, but it was not a fully autonomous driving game, but a business simulation game. He Xiaoman suggested that one of the scenes be made into a [Paper Inkstone Studio], with a higher level setting, and the player would pass the level.
Chapter completed!