Lost in love at the beginning, I backhand her best friend

On the highway from Tianfu Airport to the city, a commercial vehicle was speeding at a speed of 120 kilometers per hour.

The road is wide and the field of view is deep. The speed of 120 kilometers per hour seems not as fast as the speed of 40 to 50 kilometers per hour on the country road.

"Chengdu is much moister than Junsha." Sitting in the car, Chen Tianxian could clearly feel that the humidity in the air was much higher than Junsha.

Many northerners were not used to it when they first arrived in Bashu. Even after staying for several years, they still found it too humid.

Indeed, the climate in Chengdu is very humid all year round. From March to June and September to November, if you sweat even a little, you will feel sticky and uncomfortable.

However, these two seasons are more suitable for travel. In spring, pear blossoms, peach blossoms, rape blossoms, azaleas, etc. are in full bloom, while in autumn, you can enjoy the ginkgo and red leaves all over the mountains and plains.

From July to August, although the temperature in Chengdu is not high in summer, it is relatively muggy.

The winter in Chengdu is from December to February, with the coldest temperature being a few degrees below zero. It seldom snows, but it is quite cold.

"Chengdu is a famous historical and cultural city with a long history. It is the root of ancient Shu and a place where ancient Shu culture has a long history. This time, we can go to the Qingzhu Lake House to see the naive giant pandas and feel the charm of the national treasure. Go to the Jinsha Ruins , watch the ancient 'Big Waves Washing on the Sand', and feel the charm of shells. Go to Xiling Snow Mountain to see the blue sky and colorful clouds, and feel the charm of the snow-capped mountains." Wang Zihao held up the Bashu brochure he brought out from the airport.

The brochure is well done, encouraging tourists to travel around and go here and there - to admire the scenery that has stood for thousands of years, to feel the sunset on the great rivers, and to feel the happiness of all living beings under the sun.

Liu Xiangxiang was excited and salivating. She was so impressed by the delicious food in Chengdu that she couldn't get enough of it.

She especially loves to eat the delicious Malatang, which is crispy and refreshing.

Chengdu is recognized at home and abroad as the "World's Food Capital". In addition to hot pot, which is particularly popular, there are also the most representative "Top Ten Snacks in Chengdu" voted by netizens.

Salty and slightly spicy dan dan noodles, Zhong dumplings in hot red oil soup, smooth and fragrant Long Chao Shou, spicy and fragrant Bobo chicken, glutinous glutinous rice dumplings, and three cannons that are not greasy, sticky and crumbly. , the Chuan Chuan Xiang that represents the flavor of Bashu, the sweet water surface with a sweetness after red oil, and the tender and delicious egg cake.

There are also multi-flavored and chewy shredded chicken noodles, classic Sichuan dishes such as husband and wife's lung slices, Kung Pao chicken, Maocai and so on.

The natural environment here is excellent, the water is clean, and it is famous for its handsome men and beautiful women.

Twenty minutes later, the commercial vehicle that picked up Wang Zihao and his party drove off the highway and headed for Liu Haidong's mansion.

Mansion refers to the residence of a nobleman, and residence is the residence of high-ranking officials.

In the old days, it referred to the residences of bureaucrats, nobles or big landowners. Now it is also called the place where certain leaders work or live. It can also be used for the place where people with more noble status live.

As Liu Haidong, the place where he lives is called a mansion, which is worthy of its name.

"Your dad loves to lie. Don't imitate him in the future." Wang Zihao said to Liu Xiangxiang as the car drove through the busy city.

"Is there any?" Liu Xiangxiang's eyes were confused.

"A promise that cannot be fulfilled is no different from lying." Wang Zihao said, "I have been told to wait for him to return to Junsha for a long time, but he let me go again and again, and finally I had to come to him."

"So that's it, brother-in-law, you should reflect on yourself." Liu Xiangxiang suddenly realized that she was often ignored by her father.

Although the results of this college entrance examination are irrelevant, if Liu Xiangxiang was not recommended and took the college entrance examination normally, Liu Haidong probably would not have asked for leave to return to Junsha to spend these three difficult and long days with his daughter.

"What should I reflect on?" Wang Zihao asked, "Reflect on my sincerity and kindness?"

"No, the seventh sister said that what you should reflect on is your knowledge and vision. I think what the seventh sister said is a bit right." Liu Xiangxiang said, "For people like my dad, you can't trust his words too much. Use his words. , he is in the world, and there are too many things he can’t help himself with.”

Wang Zihao was silent. It seemed that he and Liu Haidong could not be sincere and kind, but should be shameless.

Big brother, I recognize this.

Xu Bo is too upright. Some people wanted to give him benefits, suggesting that he let Mo Baoer or Xu Meili buy each other's mansion, but he refused.

Because he knew that once he bought it, he would get at least tens of millions, or even hundreds of millions, legally.

The operation is very simple. For example, the other party puts a house worth over 100 million yuan on the commission of an agency for sale. Mo Baoer goes to buy it. He first pays a deposit of tens of millions and signs a contract.

If the other party sells the house to another party through an intermediary, it will be a breach of contract for Mo Baoer and requires compensation.

Is this money a bribe?

No, it is legal income.

Compared with Xu Bo's integrity, Liu Haidong is more easy-going.

Not long after, the car entered a community and finally stopped in front of a single-family villa.

As soon as he got out of the car and entered the yard, Wang Zihao was surprised.

Because there is a pavilion with a corridor in the northeast corner of the yard. The pavilion has a beautiful appearance, like a three-dimensional painting. The top is covered with tiles, which are scattered and antique like fish scales.

Four columns support the pavilion, and the columns are engraved with various interesting patterns.

It seems simple, but it is like a bright pearl embedded in the yard. The elegant lines and structure are like a beautiful poem.

There was a group of people in the pavilion.

After seeing Wang Zihao, his party, and the driver come in with large and small bags, the group of people turned their heads one after another with sharp eyes.

Liu Haidong's eyes were softer, after all, his little daughter was here.

Seeing the little cotton-padded jacket, which father can still maintain official authority?

Chen Tianxian looked indifferent. She was not the protagonist today, so there was no pressure.

"Your father is so unkind. Why did you bring a bunch of ghosts and monsters to the family gathering?" Wang Zihao said to Liu Xiangxiang in a low voice.

Liu Xiangxiang's liveliness and mischief had subsided. She could also tell that those people were not ordinary people.

At this time, no matter what her usual personality is, it is best to become a lady and a good girl so as not to cause trouble to her father.

"Dongfang, come here!" Liu Haidong only called Wang Zihao to come over alone.

Liu Xiangxiang and Chen Tianxian understood, took the luggage from Wang Zihao's hand, and moved the luggage into the house with the driver.

Wang Zihao breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he had a good relationship with Yang Lizi, known as the contemporary god of death, and he had seen the power of the god of death.

The group of people in the pavilion, in terms of aura, were not as intimidating as Yang Gigi.

There is an essential difference between civil servants and military attachés.

"Uncle." Wang Zihao entered the pavilion and said hello to Liu Haidong honestly.

"Big brother" is absolutely not allowed to be shouted randomly. The situation is not right.

A group of people looked at Wang Zihao. Is this the owner of "Inscribed on Peach Blossom Ridge" and the owner of the unnamed landscape painting that everyone has been admiring?

Judging from the way he was intimate with Liu Haidong's youngest daughter just now, he couldn't be Liu Haidong's prospective son-in-law, right?

Liu Haidong wants to create a god?

Of course, they didn't think this "god" was a parallel import.

Parallel importers cannot produce "Inscription on Peach Blossom Ridge" and the landscape painting on the table, but ghostwriting is...

Everyone believes that it does not exist, because this is what Liu Haidong said, which is equivalent to him being the guarantor.

"These friends of mine like to collect calligraphy and paintings and like art. Let me introduce them to you." Liu Haidong patted Wang Zihao on the shoulder.

Wang Zihao kept smiling and had a respectful attitude.

Liu Haidong began to introduce the big guys from Yanjing to Wang Zihao. Every time he introduced someone, Wang Zihao said hello.

At the same time, he was secretly surprised. They all had great backgrounds. There were only two who were lower than Liu Haidong, and the remaining four were either at the same level or higher than him.

Whether Liu Haidong can drift north or not, who comes from Yanjing can affect part of the outcome.

"Sunrise in the East, is it the Sunrise in the East from "In the Name of the People"?" The middle-aged man in black clothes, who should be younger than Liu Haidong but the same level as the two, suddenly asked in surprise.

"Exactly." Liu Haidong admitted on behalf of Wang Zihao.

"In the Name of the People" is very famous in their circle and has caused a great sensation.

After all, this novel is like lifting the fig leaf of this circle. Especially when it is to be made into a TV series, every big boss is paying attention, and there are people specially sent to keep an eye on it. Don’t go too far. You can be a little more arrogant when it comes to novels. When making a TV series, it can’t be too high-level.

"No wonder." Boss Yanjing suddenly realized.

Liu Haidong knew what this old man was thinking and said with a smile: "It has nothing to do with me. When he wrote that book, I didn't know there was a person like him."

Everyone was surprised. Do you think Wang Zihao understood it so clearly and wrote it so realistically because of his contact with other big men?

No wonder he is Lao Liu's prospective son-in-law, his background should not be bad.

"I heard that the TV series "In the Name of the People" will be broadcast in July?" the boss wearing white casual shoes asked Wang Zihao.

Wang Zihao nodded: "It will premiere on South Lake TV during the summer vacation."

"At that time, our province also wanted to introduce it, but a group of people blocked it." The big boss in black lamented. He "sits upright" and is not afraid of trouble.

Those low-level people are only afraid if their butts are not wiped clean.

A person like him wouldn't be afraid if a broken calligraphy and painting he made could be sold at an auction house for millions.

If he is also afraid, how can those companies whose actual value is only tens of billions, but whose virtual value reaches hundreds of billions after listing, survive?

"Dongfang, I heard Lao Liu say, do you still want to inscribe this painting to bring it to a successful conclusion?" Beside the table, the Yanjing boss pointed at the scroll on the table and asked Wang Zihao.

According to him and other colleagues, this painting is the most perfect so far.

Adding additional inscriptions is superfluous and destroys the artistic conception and beauty of the entire painting.

Wang Zihao looked at the painting on the table and said with a smile: "Without words, this painting is incomplete."

The faces of the big guys changed slightly. People who engage in art are sometimes too self-righteous.

Some students from the Academy of Fine Arts like to do something different and don't care about the public's aesthetics at all.

They are immersed in their "art", enjoying themselves like a group of mental patients, and proudly say that our art was not meant for you to see.

"If you insist on inscribing something, you can write it on the manuscript paper first and let us take a look at it first. How about that?" Liu Haidong couldn't stop Wang Zihao because this painting originally belonged to Wang Zihao.

I can play with my paintings however I want, and I can put my girlfriend in any way I want. It’s none of my business to outsiders.

"What's the question now?" Wang Zihao asked.

After hesitating for a moment, Liu Haidong was still more willing to ask the question now.

If no one is around, it will be very painful if Wang Zihao breaks it.

In Feng Zhiyu's study, Liu Haidong had seen many scrap manuscripts that had been ruined by Wang Zihao.

It's heartbreaking to think about it, but there's nothing you can do about it.

"Xiao Zhang!" Liu Haidong called the secretary who was on standby at the other end of the corridor.

Xiao Zhang is a man, and it is almost impossible for a secretary like Liu Haidong to be a woman.

Soon, Xiao Zhang took out paper, ink and pen from the back room.

Wang Zihao picked up the relatively thin brush very neatly.

Everyone looked at him nervously, fearing that if he threw the ink-covered brush onto the painting, it would be ruined.

They know very well that the calligraphy and painting they did themselves is like shit.

But the painting in front of me has successfully created a god, and the actual price is tens of millions or even hundreds of millions.

This is true art and can be said to be priceless.

If it really comes into their hands, they won't sell it for hundreds of millions.

Because they are not short of money.

On the third floor of the villa, on the balcony of a room.

Liu Xiangxiang and Chen Tianxian sat on chairs and looked into the pavilion through the gap in the railing.

"Sister Tianxian, how do you chase the boy you like?" Liu Xiangxiang asked.

Chen Tianxian said calmly: "A man pursues a woman across mountains, and a woman pursues a man across a veil. Men are easy to chase, as long as you take the initiative and press harder."

Liu Xiangxiang thought thoughtfully: "I heard that my third sister took the initiative to chase the third brother-in-law, and I almost couldn't catch him."

Chen Tianxian nodded: "Boys like your third brother-in-law are exceptions. You are not the type he likes. No matter how proactive you are, no matter how hard you push, there will be no results. Your third sister met you when he was at the lowest point in his life. , it can be regarded as taking advantage of the opportunity, otherwise we would not be able to catch up."

Neither Liu Qianqian nor Xu Meili was Wang Zihao's type.

Not because of themselves, but because of their origins.

If they want to leave on their own, Wang Zihao will feel uncomfortable and painful for a while, but he will never stalk them, or even say a word to persuade them to stay.

In the pavilion.

Wang Zihao warmed up on the manuscript paper and wrote randomly.

"I once picked up a beam of light and gave it back to the sun at sunset."

What, is this the word you want to write about?

Some of the big guys couldn't believe their eyes.

The next moment, they breathed a sigh of relief.

"There are so many beauties in the country that it attracts countless heroes to bow down."

This sentence is almost the same, but it doesn’t seem to fit well, and the artistic conception doesn’t fit.

"If you can't let go of your obsession, you will be a prisoner wherever you go."

Seeing this sentence again, all the big guys are not fools and they understand.

Wang Zihao is practicing calligraphy and warming up.

This warm-up took too long.

Work slowly and carefully. This calligraphy and painting probably took several months.

Even if it takes several hours to write the inscription, it’s not surprising.

The next moment, all the big guys' eyes widened.

Wang Zihao suddenly began to inscribe on the landscape painting.

"Which sentence did you choose?" Liu Haidong was anxious.

The other big guys almost wanted to grab the pen.

None of the "nonsense" on the manuscript paper is suitable.

But after a while, everyone held their breath.

Lines of words flow out from Wang Zihao's pen.

"Mountain Dwelling in Autumn Darkness"

After the fresh rain in the empty mountain, the weather is late in autumn.

The bright moon is shining, and the clear spring stone is flowing.

The bamboo noise goes to Huannu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat.

Break free to Chun-fang, Sun-self to stay. "(End of chapter)