The air pressure in the Wu President’s Office is so low that it is so low.

"What? I didn't buy it! Is that how you did my business for me?"

Wushan slapped the table, walked over the circular huge president's desk, and raised his hand and slapped the person in the face.

The man lowered his head and said no, and did not dare to say anything, and he didn't even dare to rub his cheeks that were beaten red.

"I didn't ask you to make money, and you couldn't even give it to you? What did you say you did for food!"

"Ba"

Another slap.

"You can leave Wu's family."

"yes."

The man didn't dare to say more nonsense, and retreated in panic. He only touched his cheeks outside, and it was already swollen.

The person who is doing business actually thought that if he embezzled 1 million yuan and then found a random painting, would he say that it was painted by Meng Junyao?

Just forget it, because everyone has a lot of money, what Mr. Wu hates most is others lying to him.

If Mr. Wu knows it in a day, it would probably be light to break his legs, so he came back honestly to report it. The consequences of being swept out of the house are expected.

Although Wushan often acts disdainful and unruly on the surface, after listening to Xiaobai's words in a medieval castle-like villa last time, he thought carefully for a long time and decided to try "Love the House and Wu".

The specific method is: I am pitiful and pitiful that depressed and unsuccessful old man Meng Junyao, and sent someone to contact him and asked to pay 1 million to buy him a painting. In fact, it was just giving him a gift in disguise.

This is indeed the highest offer Meng Junyao received in his life. It is no exaggeration to say that this money can completely change his life. He can use the money to buy a house in that small city, do some small business, or open a decent studio to recruit students, and then recruit a few assistant teachers, advertise well, and become a boss in a grand manner.

But Wushan never expected that he was as shabby as he was, and he still had the courage to refuse the wealth from the sky that flew in!

This old man really has the same scent as Xiaobai, and he is both stubborn and has a hard heart!

Thinking that Meng Junyao and Xiaobai had more things together, Wushan was so angry that he had long regarded Xiaobai as his woman. This was probably the first time he had tasted jealous of a woman.

However, in order to compete for his favor, the women around him had long pushed the waves of the Yangtze River and were drowned in the vinegar tanks many times, so it was time for him to taste it.

Because of my family, Wushan has never tasted something new since childhood?

But I have many "first" experiences, which are brought to him by Xiaobai...

"What? Brother Shan knew about the existence of Meng's surname, not only did he not make things difficult for him, but he also wanted to give him 1 million?"

Yi Rufeng got this news, and his sunny smile was gone, and he was pacing back and forth in the house with a gloomy expression.

He thought, when did Brother Shan’s mind become so broad? According to his previous understanding of him, he should have wanted to swallow Meng Junyao alive!

It must be because of Bai Yunnuan, who killed thousands of swords! Brother Shan actually changed so much for that woman!

A wave of jealousy is stronger than the next, and Yi Rufeng's heart is filled with - it's time to act a good show!

City M is in the southwest, and the climate is generally warm, but the days without sun in winter are still gloomy, especially if there is a little wind outside.

Meng Junyao was drinking a small wine at home to create a long scroll when suddenly he received a call without showing the number.

"Hey, this is the National Supreme Court. Now we inform you that someone will report you..."

Meng Junyao hung up the phone before he could finish speaking. One such phone number came in every few days, saying that the credit card was frozen, causing lawsuits, etc., in short, it was a fraud. Neighbors and neighbors had communicated with each other and said that they could just hang up directly after receiving such a call.

But soon, the phone rang again.

Meng Junyao casually picked it up and heard it, it was the court again, and he died again.

Yes, the New Year is almost here, and it is not far from the Spring Festival. Every year, this situation is when liars are the most rampant.

But the phone was still ringing tirelessly. Meng Junyao, who had a good temper, answered it patiently for the third time. He was planning to persuade the other party to study hard and improve every day, and not to be lazy and cheat people of money. But this time the other party skipped the previous self-introduction and directly stated the key point: "Someone reported that Meng Junyao's work "The Little Girl Who Sells Flowers" was suspected of plagiarism and infringement."

"What did you say?"

Meng Junyao couldn't believe his ears.

It seems that it was really called by the Supreme Court.

But that painting was clearly created by me not long ago to compete for the exhibition in the National Art Gallery!

The girl actually painted Xiaobai, who was playing with a basket selling red beans when she first met, but she didn't want to reveal her heart too clearly, so she made some modifications to the girl's appearance, such as the skin color was slightly darker and the corners of her eyes were drawn longer.

But how could this work that comes from the heart be plagiarized?

It clearly comes from the depths of memories that are like a fake one.

"Hey, are you still listening?"

Meng Junyao took a long time to recover and said, "Who did you say I copied?"

"Plaintsy Wang Walnut's work "The Little Girl Selling Flowers."

Meng Junyao was amused and crying. The failure of the painting to be shortlisted was a big blow to him, but now it seems that it is not over yet. He may have to go to court with this stranger named Wang Walnut for this painting!

"We don't accept the explanation now. You can come to the court to learn about it yourself at 2 pm the day after tomorrow."

After waiting for 2 days, Meng Junyao finally saw Wang Walnut outside the court for civil disputes.

A middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance, he didn't know each other before.

Meng Junyao asked him: "Brother, I have no grudges with you in the past and no grudges recently. Why did you frame me?"

The other party said viciously: "Whoever accuses who doesn't know, let's take a look in court!"

The painting provided by Wang Walnut looks very similar to Meng Junyao's works at first glance. There is also a little girl who sells flowers in a basket and the background color is the same. It is difficult for laymen to see the difference.

But when an expert looks carefully, there are still many differences.

Whether it is color tuning, layout or the fineness of character drawing, it cannot be compared with Meng Junyao's works.

Wang Walnut's works are like primary school students, while Meng Junyao's works are produced by masters.

Who can copy or imitate a work that looks rough and far inferior to your own level?

But the outsider judge said suddenly that he felt that the two paintings were of similar level.

The judge asked everyone about their original intention of creation. Wang Walnut said that the painting was his first love girl, who has been studying abroad, which means that there is no evidence to go. In order not to reveal his feelings for Xiaobai and not cause trouble for her, Meng Junyao did not mention the origin of the painting with Xiaobai, but only said that it was created by himself.

In the end, the court sentenced Meng Junyao to failure, was found guilty of plagiarism and infringement, and compensated Wang Walnut 150,000 yuan.

150,000, although not astronomical, such an obviously unfair judgment made Meng Junyao very angry. After returning home, he drank to relieve his sorrow and even more sorrowful.

At the same time, he did not expect that this incident would also be on the news and spread all over the country. The title of the news was: "Gome's shortlisted works turned out to be plagiarized!"

Because of Meng Junyao, Xiaobai is very concerned about all the news about art, so he naturally has not missed this news.

Although she didn't know that he was applying for this selection, she always believed in her heart that Teacher Meng's works represent the level of first-class domestic artists and should be invincible no matter what kind of competition they participate in.

When I read this news about the name, Xiaobai was cutting half of the apple at home. After carefully reading every word, the knife accidentally cut into his fingers, and blood flowed down his wrist.

But she was so dysfunction that she didn't feel dizzy at all this time, and she didn't even feel pain.

She felt sorry for Meng Junyao and was moved by him.

Look at the so-called plagiarism work. Although the printed version on the colored newspaper is not very clear, it is clearly the one who sold red beans in the welfare home back then!

How could it be plagiarism?!

Suddenly, a terrible thought flashed through Xiaobai's mind!

That guy must be dealing with Teacher Meng!

He is the only one in the world who has the ability to say the black ones to white ones and the wrong ones to right ones!

Xiaobai thought fiercely: Whoever can’t get along with Teacher Meng is my Bai Yunnuan’s enemy!

"Wushan, I want to see you!"

Xiaobai rarely calls on the phone, and he is very aggressive.

Wushan was having a meeting at this time, and many people below were taking notes attentively. He actually answered it so loudly, without any hesitation at all: "With your identity, how dare you talk to me like this? Do you miss me?"

All the people here heard the president's words, and everyone's faces changed color and each had their own advantages. However, the faces of the secretary Xiao Mi and assistant Ma Yang were the most ugly.

Xiaobai asked coldly without answering, "When will you be free?"

"Today is full, tomorrow is full, and the day after tomorrow may be able to squeeze out half an hour the day after tomorrow, but I have to ask my secretary."

A voice suddenly burst out in the microphone with a octave curse: "Wushan! You bastard! The despicable and shameless villain who made small moves behind him!"

Everyone who was close to him heard it, his heart was hanging in his throat.

"......If someone provoked you, you actually did such shameless things to him! Is your conscience eaten by a dog? Did you eat it by a dog-"

The sound was so loud that the whole room could hear it. Everyone looked up at the strange woman on the phone and glanced at the president with a dark face. They wanted to know who was sacred on the other end of the microphone. They dared to speak to Mr. Wu like this, could they have grown 9 heads and 10 lives?

Could it be Mr. Wu’s mother? But his voice is too young.

To everyone's surprise, Mr. Wu, who had never had a good temper, did not get angry on the spot, but it was obvious that the muscles on his face blew twice.

After a while, he calmly replied to the microphone: "What is conscience?"

The little white on the other end: "..."

The atmosphere was extremely cold.

Afterwards, Wushan threw his cell phone on the table and said as if nothing had happened: "Continue to have a meeting!"
Chapter completed!