Chapter two hundred and forty-nine Northeast Van Gogh
Now the stall is getting bigger and bigger. Once something happens to us, the funds we need are getting more and more exaggerated. This time we have to get another million, and the time is very short, which is really a bit difficult for us.
On the way back, I kept thinking about where I could get money from. I could borrow it from Brother Da Fei, who is in charge of HH City. That was impossible. I haven’t paid back the 100,000 I owed him. So I would ask for an excuse again. How thick-skinned do I have to be, and I don’t think he can get that much money at the moment.
Forget it, let’s try it internally first. I thought of this and dialed Ninghai’s number.
"Hey, what's up, Nannan?" Ning Hai asked very enthusiastically.
"To make a long story short, please prepare the big picture of Hot Pot City. I may need to use it to get some loans in the next few days. Hey, how much do you think we can borrow from the bank at our scale?" I asked, baring my teeth.
"Uh, what did you say?" Ning Hai was confused for a moment and asked stuttering.
"A friend has a personal license from a loan company, and he wants one hundred. This is a guaranteed profit, and I want to buy it. What's wrong?" I explained briefly.
"Uh, you want to buy this." Ning Hai suddenly became incoherent.
"What's wrong with you?" I felt something was wrong with Ning Hai's words.
"Oh, it's okay, I feel a little uncomfortable, my head hurts," Ning Hai said, covering his forehead.
"When you're tired, take a rest for two days and get some injections or something. It's almost the Chinese New Year, so don't get sick, otherwise everything you eat will taste bad." I said considerately.
"Well, I know, well, when do you want to take the photo?"
"You need to prepare first, just for a day or two."
"So fast,,,."
"Why are you so surprised today? You should keep an eye on it. Let's just discuss it and take it. What's the point of being unhappy?" I replied speechlessly.
"Okay, I get it."
"Well, let's do this first."
With that said, Ning Hai and I hung up the phone. He was sitting in the office of Hotpot City, sweating violently, and dialed Li Shuishui's number with trembling thumbs.
"What's wrong, my brother Dihai?"
"Brother JB, Nannan, call me and ask for a license. He said that he needs to get a loan from a bank and buy a loan company's license." Ning Hai said like a tongue twister.
"What did you say, I didn't hear clearly." Li Shuishui asked a little confused.
"That's it." Ning Hai tried his best to keep his tone calm and explained the matter quickly.
After he finished speaking, Li Shuishui was also confused. He rubbed his head very irritably, frowned and asked, "What's going on? I took out all the photos."
"Ask me, who should I ask? Just call Nannan and explain the matter clearly." Ning Hai said urgently.
"Brother Hai, can we turn our heads a little bit? Nannan's affairs have been settled. Now we only need the money for the certificate. It's over. I told him that I will take out the certificate for a loan." No, he must not kill me." Li Shuishui said with eyes wide open.
"Tomorrow he will ask me if I want it, but if I don't have it, then won't he know it too?" Ning Hai asked anxiously.
"Don't panic yet."
"How can I not panic? The photo was left here for me." Ning Hai was so anxious that he almost jumped up to speak.
"I'll go find Nan Nan later and see what he means first." Li Shuishui gritted his teeth and replied.
"Shui Shui, I'm already over thirty, don't let me sit on the wax," Ning Hai pleaded earnestly.
"Don't worry, if anything happens, it's mine."
Li Shuishui still said very righteously.
On the other end, after calling Ninghai, I flipped through the phone book and dialed Pete Lee's number. I don't know what this guy has been busy with recently. He stayed very honest and didn't come to the city to look for him for a long time. I played around and had a brief chat. He asked me to go find him. I agreed immediately and drove to Jiangbei.
In the car, I received a call from Lao Xiang, because An An went to his house to deliver gifts, and by the way, he helped Lao Xiang cook a meal, which made him completely drunk. He started calling me and kept talking on the phone. It lasted more than half an hour, and when I hung up the phone, the phone had no battery.
After arriving in Lijiatun, I saw a small third-floor building that was the most unassuming. I drove over and honked the horn twice. The big wolf dog in the courtyard started howling. After a while, Pete Lee was unshaven. , wearing Winnie the Pooh's pajamas and a little tail, he walked out.
"Huo, your style is as confusing as ever."
After I got out of the car, I was speechless.
"I've been a little depressed lately. Winnie the Pooh can bring back my childhood memories and give me a whole cigarette." Pete Lee said, snapping his fingers at me.
"Hold."
I cursed in a sweaty voice, sighing secretly that I was attracted to psychopaths and that no one around me was normal. I took out a cigarette from my pocket and handed it to Pete Lee, and then we walked into the yard.
Although his yard is quite big, it is only thirty meters from the gate to the house. So before we reached the door of the house, Pete Lee said to me in a deep voice: "Come on, give it to me." A whole cigarette."
"Did it fall?" I asked, stunned.
"I'm done with it, Sanwuha, it's pretty good to smoke."
"Fuck, if you smoke like this, you'll get lung cancer if you have three." I was a little scared and took another one for him.
"I can't help it. Artists are always in trouble." Peter Lee clicked again and walked me into the room.
The interior of the house is decorated in a typical rural villa style. Although it looks quite luxurious, it is not very clean.
"There is no one at home."
"Those who are playing mahjong are playing mahjong, and those who are having meetings are having meetings. I am the only one panting in the room." Pete Lee replied casually, and took me up to the second floor and to his room.
When I entered his house, I was completely in a mess. Except for a bed, other colors could be seen in the house. All other places in the house were covered with white cloth. There were oil painting stands scattered across the house, which looked very strange.
"What kind of path are you taking? You want to be Van Gogh." I wanted to sit down, but I didn't know where to sit, so I said speechlessly.
"The route I set for myself is Qi Baishi." Peter Lee took out two bottles of mineral water, handed them to me, and greeted me casually: "Sit wherever you want."
"Well, I'll just stand there for a while." I said politely, but asked with confusion: "Isn't Qi Baishi painting Chinese painting? Isn't this your oil painting?"
"I want to seek a breakthrough."
"Have Ma Xiaoyou rejected you again? Have you stopped taking the medicine? What is this thing you drew? It's a giraffe." I curiously pointed to a completed work and said.
This work is quite in-depth. Although the background is simple, it still retains the author's profound painting skills. It seems to be trying to express the story of a giraffe who got lost on the grassland, holding his crotch between his legs and trying to find the toilet.
"You're so blind, I'm clearly drawing a big goose." Peter Lee suddenly became anxious and became anxious at my incomprehension.
"Then the neck is a bit long."
"I named this painting "Fu Yue", which symbolizes that although many dreams in life are impossible, even a big goose has the spirit of never giving up, you know." Peter Lee said deeply. said.
"The painting is good, and it has artistic conception, but why are the goose's legs close together?"
"It's the goose." Pete Lee replied softly.
"Brother, you are so imaginative."
I don't know what to say at all.
"Let's not talk about creation. You won't understand even if we talk about it. Tell me, what do you want from me?" Pete Lee asked me disdainfully.
"I want to lend you some money." I said casually.
"Borrowing money, isn't that a trivial matter? You can choose any painting in the house and sell whichever one you like." Peter Li said brightly.
I looked at him sideways, rubbed my palms, nodded and said, "Forget it, after you die, I will go to the blind school to sell some."
"Wait for me."
Peter Lee suddenly stood up and said something, turned around and walked to the bedside and started rummaging around. After searching for a long time, he took out a bank card from under the quilt, threw it to me and said casually: "There is probably another thirty or twenty thousand yuan in it." , you can take it and use it.”
"Cauldron, I want to borrow one million."
"What..." Peter Lee was confused.
"I want to buy a photo from a loan company."
"Brother, look at what I'm wearing to play, Winnie the Pooh's pajamas, there are like a million people. I had a big quarrel with my old man, and his car was confiscated. I want Why don't I draw the goose at home?" Peter Lee said almost crying.
"I saw it, but why?" I asked, holding my bank card.
"He gave me two options, either to do business with my second uncle, or to become a civil servant. I didn't want to do either of these, so we started to quarrel. Nannan, my son lied. I really regret returning to China. Yes." Peter Lee said extremely seriously.
"The village boy is having a hard time, too." I sighed.
"If you really want to make money, I'll tell my second uncle and you can get him some interest." Pete Lee gave me some advice.
"I don't care where your second uncle takes the money and puts his fat face. Forget it, I'll think of a solution." I said casually.
"It can be done."
"Just take it one step at a time. Okay, you can just draw. If you don't want to draw someday, go out and play with me, haha." I patted Pete Lee on the shoulder and threw the bank card on the bed.
"Then you can leave the cigarettes for me. There is no cash machine here, and I don't have any money to buy cigarettes."
"Look at what you're doing." I replied speechlessly and threw the cigarette here.
Twenty minutes later, I left Pete Lee's house. I didn't borrow the money, and I even bought a pack of cigarettes. I felt that if Pete Lee was in good condition, he would definitely get the money for me, charging some interest at most. But who made me have bad ideas and catch up with him when he was painting geese?
After thinking about it for a long time, it seems that I have to go to Pangpang for this matter. After all, I have already thought about it. I just want to see if he can relent.