Dong Qiangqiang's Story of Leaving Germany

Chapter 152

The furnishings in the room are very simple, a set of combined bookcases against the wall, a large desk, and a few chairs.There are also several oil paintings hanging on the wall.

A middle-aged man who appeared to be in his mid-fifties sat behind the desk.He has gray temples, and the hair on the top of his head is thinning, showing a tendency to bald, but balding seems to make him look younger.The whole face is round, the nose looks very fleshy, the lips are slightly thick, and the whole person feels very kind.

He looked at Lu Wei questioningly, and smiled showing two rows of white teeth: "Hello! Ma'am. Please sit down." He gestured with his hand.

Lu Wei sat in front of him at a loss, like a child who did something wrong.

"I'm Dr. Fang Ke. May I help you?"

"Excuse me..." Lu Wei was a little shy, "Are you still recruiting still life models? I think I meet the requirements in the manual." She gently raised the manual of the painting academy in her hand and immediately put it on her lap, looking at it eagerly. Opposite Fang Ke.

"Do you want to apply for a model?" Fang Ke carefully looked at the petite girl in front of him.

Lu Wei nodded fiercely, as if to show all his determination.

"That's right, ma'am," Fang Ke folded his hands on his chest, "There are certain requirements to be a model here."

"Requirement?" Lu Wei was a little surprised, "But it's not written in the manual..." She hurriedly added, "I'm studying in university now, and my educational background is..."

Fang Ke smiled slightly and waved his hand: "No, we don't have requirements for models in terms of height, appearance, shape, skin color, race and education. We are looking for still life models. Have you ever been a still life model before?"

Lu Wei shook his head in fear.

Fang Ke took out a very thick album from the drawer, opened it and handed it to Lu Wei, and at the same time tapped the contents of the album with his index finger.

Lu Wei suspiciously turned to the page he indicated.

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"Why?" The alcoholic brother's face became ugly.

Dong Qiangqiang didn't want to explain to him endlessly, but just shook his head and refused: "No."

The alcoholic brother stared at him for two seconds, then suddenly rolled up the sleeve of his left arm with his right hand, then took out a few banknotes from his pocket and patted them on the table: "Is it okay this time?"

"You misunderstood, this is not about money." Seeing the banknote, Dong Qiangqiang knew that the other party misunderstood him, "I put a lot of wine in it, if you eat it, you will get drunk, and it is not good for your body. Good." He did not dare to say that this is not for people to eat.

"A lot of wine?" The alcoholic brother pointed to the empty wine bottle on the table with a look of disdain, "Is it these?"

Dong Qiangqiang nodded solemnly: "Next time I will definitely make you the beef stew you want, but this time... forget it."

Hearing what Dong Qiangqiang said, Brother Jiu Gui suddenly burst out laughing, laughing so hard that Dong Qiangqiang and the second monk couldn't figure it out: "What's so funny?" He asked.

"Dong, I thought you were just being stingy, so you didn't let me eat it." The alcoholic brother said with a smile, "But now I understand that you look down on my drinking capacity."

"Your drinking capacity?" Dong Qiangqiang was a little dazed, he didn't understand how his refusal had achieved the effect of playing hard to get, and just as he was stunned, the drunkard brother had snatched the bowl back from his hand.

"You take the money," the drunkard brother said without hesitation, "I will take the pot."

"Give it back to me." Dong Qiangqiang was really afraid that something bad would happen if he ate it. If something happened, it would be no joke. "You will be poisoned." He shouted.

"Dong, at what age did you drink for the first time?" The alcoholic brother hid the bowl behind his back with one hand, and propped his other hand in front of him, preventing Dong Qiangqiang from approaching.

"." Dong Qiangqiang replied angrily.

"I'm four years old." The alcoholic brother showed a wicked smile, "For me, it's just like my blood, it's a part of my body. So, trust me, I'll be fine."

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A short, strange man among the three suddenly waved at Yu Jianghai: "Hey, you, come here!"

Yu Jianghai didn't move, and looked at the other party calmly: "Is there something wrong?"

"He told you to go over, didn't you hear?" Yu Jianghai pushed him violently behind him, Yu Jianghai was almost pushed down by him, and he quickly adjusted his body to keep himself balanced.

"Who told you to be here?" The short man asked Yu Jianghai aggressively.

Yu Jianghai was taken aback by his question: "The agency introduced me."

"What did you say?" the short man said as he approached Yu Jianghai, and Yu Jianghai immediately smelled alcohol on him.

"The agent asked me to come."

Yu Jianghai hadn't finished speaking when the short man slammed into Yu Jianghai with his shoulder. Yu Jianghai staggered two steps backward. Before he could stand still, he was hit by two people behind him. Pushed it back.

"I didn't hear what you said. Say it again," the short man ordered.

Yu Jianghai could already see that the other party was obviously here to find fault and fight, but there were three people on the other side, and he only had one person, and he didn't have anything in his hand, only a wooden brush.If he 1v3, he will definitely suffer.Thinking of this, he endured it: Forget it, let's take a step back.

Yu Jianghai, who didn't want to cause trouble, was hurt by the bump, but he didn't fight back. He still explained: "I just wiped the locomotive, and I didn't hinder you."

"You're hindering our business." The short man spat at him.

Doing business here at noon?But there is nothing but a few dirty locomotives.Yu Jianghai was stunned, he suddenly thought: Could it be that the other party is a drug dealer?
Seeing that Yu Jianghai didn't speak, the short man thought he didn't understand what he said, and cursed, "Do you know German? You bumpkin."

The other two laughed, Yu Jianghai glanced at the other two from the corner of his head, but said nothing.

"You want to pay us money. Do you understand? Money." The short man yelled at Yu Jianghai, gestured for counting money with his hand, and added in English, "Money!"

Yu Jianghai gestured calmly at his jumpsuit: "I have no money."

"No money?" The short man rolled his eyes, and winked at the person behind Yu Jianghai, and immediately someone came up to search Yu Jianghai's body.

I don't know whether it was from the sun or from anger, Yu Jianghai's face turned slightly red, and a few blue veins appeared faintly on his hand holding the wooden brush.

The short man's follower quickly searched Yu Jianghai's whole body, and he shook his head disappointedly at the short man, indicating that he found nothing.

"You fucking poor man." The short man suddenly raised his foot and kicked Yu Jianghai's body, Yu Jianghai instinctively took the wooden brush to block it to the side, and his kick was in vain.

The short man didn't expect Yu Jianghai to block him, so he became furious and punched him.

(End of this chapter)