Seeing that the woman was so young and dressed in a poor way, but she also saw Zhang Daqian's works at a glance, she couldn't help but asked curiously.
"Sister Song Wenjing, I still think it might be more appropriate to put this painting in some boxes." Song Wenjing couldn't help but make a suggestion.
In his opinion, such paintings should be stored separately. Putting them in this position would be a waste of resources.
Of course, it may be that their understandings are different and the choices they make are different. Song Wenjing is a person who loves cultural relics, and the woman is a businessman. The two may indeed have different perspectives.
"Thank you for your suggestion. Over there is your location. Xiao Wang will show you the way."
The woman smiled slightly and didn't say much. Instead, she asked a waiter to take the two of them to a small box.
"Wen Jing, I didn't expect you to know how to calligraphy and painting. However, you were so talkative just now. People have their own ideas, and it's none of your business. I can tell you, I heard that this restaurant has a deep background, so don't mess with it casually.
ah!"
Zhou Yiping probably knew something about the situation, but he didn't explain it in detail. Instead, he warned Song Wenjing not to provoke others.
Of course, Song Wenjing knew this. His consistent principle was to keep a low profile as much as possible and not try to stand out. It was just out of curiosity and had no other meaning.
In about ten minutes, Qian Xiangtan finally arrived at the hotel.
After a long meal, both brothers expressed their gratitude to Director Qian. Especially Zhou Yiping. If it weren't for Director Qian's support, it would not have been easy for him to be transferred to the Municipal Bureau so quickly.
As for asking Director Qian to help take care of Song Wenjing in the future, it is actually a trivial matter. Song Wenjing is not a person who takes the initiative to seek trouble. Unless it is a last resort, he usually tries his best to be humble and avoid trouble.
When the three of them were about to leave, they didn't expect that someone knocked on the door and came in. It was the woman just now.
I saw her carrying a fruit bowl and walking to the table with a smile on her face.
"Qian, it's rare for you to patronize us. Please come here more often in the future!"
Not wanting to, Qian Xiangtan stood up a little flattered, "Manager Feng, I dare you to go out of your way to deliver the fruit bowl in person. Thank you, thank you!"
Seeing Qian Xiangtan's attitude, Song Wenjing couldn't be sure that this woman had a profound background.
"Song Wenjing, right? I just looked back and thought about it. It is indeed as you said. Hanging the "Moonlight over the Lotus Pond" downstairs is a waste of natural resources. If you find a more elegant box and hang that painting, it will be fine.
It adds a lot of atmosphere.”
Song Wenjing didn't expect that the other party was still thinking about this matter. He just mentioned it casually.
"Manager Feng, I don't know much about it. I just said it casually. Don't take it seriously." Song Wenjing quickly stood up and scratched his head, seeming a little embarrassed.
"It's okay, your suggestions are very good. It's my first time doing business, so I don't understand many things. If you have any ideas in the future, you are welcome to tell me."
Manager Feng put down the fruit bowl and did not continue to disturb him. Instead, he said hello, opened the door and walked out of the box.
"What's going on?" Qian Xiangtan was a little confused.
Zhou Yiping on the side quickly explained the situation.
"Xiao Song, I didn't expect you to know how to calligraphy, painting and antiques. I really underestimated you!" Qian Xiangtan patted Song Wenjing on the shoulder, "But please try not to provoke this manager Feng, especially don't offend him. Got it?"
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Song Wenjing was full of curiosity, but Qian Xiangtan obviously didn't want to say more, so he could only give up.
After finishing the meal and tasting some fruits, the three of them were ready to leave.
Originally, Yi Ping planned to send Song Wenjing back, but the places where the two lived were still quite far apart. So Song Wenjing refused his cousin's kindness and planned to take a stroll back to eat.
One meal consumed Zhou Zhou's half month's salary, but the taste was really good. Especially the local specialty dish, the squirrel mandarin fish, was cooked to perfection.
After bidding farewell to his cousin, Song Wenjing walked alone towards the rental house.
The area in the city center was pretty good, at least there were street lights. But after walking for a while, it became pitch black and you could barely see the road.
Since I was walking in a hurry, I didn't bring a flashlight with me, so I could only walk slowly in the dark.
Fortunately, Song Wenjing wandered around the city every day and was very familiar with the roads, so he didn't get lost.
"Hit me harder, you haven't eaten yet! If you dare not pay back the money you owe me, I think you are tired of living."
"Peng..."
"Ah..., ah..., don't fight, I will find a way as soon as possible."
There was a sound coming from an alley.
At this time, Song Wenjing heard such a conversation as soon as he walked to the alley. It was a quiet night and he did not dare to meddle in other people's business. He was about to walk away quickly to avoid unnecessary trouble.
"Wang Yang, you owed me 200 yuan before, but now it has been delayed for seven days. Of course, I have to settle the interest with you. Well, I won't ask you for more, so you can pay me back 300 yuan. I know that your family lives in Xiangwang
Come on, you don’t have to ask me to come to your door to ask for it!”
A man's voice came again, and at the same time a "pop" was heard, as if someone had been slapped.
"What a familiar voice!" Song Wenjing, who originally didn't want to meddle in other people's business, couldn't help but become curious when he heard the voice. He always felt that he had heard such a tone of voice somewhere, but he couldn't remember it.
"Brother Dao, I only owed you 80 yuan before. Why did it suddenly increase to 200 yuan? It's only been a week now. You want 300 yuan from me. How can I possibly pay it? Please forgive me."
"
The sound of crying and begging for mercy came from the alley again.
"Brother Dao?"
Song Wenjing, who originally didn't want to meddle in other people's business, stopped in the shadow of the alley because the voice was familiar. But when he heard the word "Brother Dao", he was suddenly shocked, and he finally remembered such a person.
people.
Yes, this person was the thug assigned by Zhu Zhiming. In his previous life, he broke one of Song Wenjing's legs, causing him to regret it for the rest of his life.
In this life, if Song Wenjing hadn't escaped in time, he probably wouldn't have been poisoned.
Later, he asked his cousin Yi Ping to help and find someone to warn him, so that Song Wenjing was not pestered by the other party later.
But I didn't expect that today, I would meet Song Wenjing again in this alley. This is really a narrow road for enemies!
From the conversation just now, Song Wenjing was sure of one thing, that is, Brother Dao actually started to lend money at usury, and the interest rate was completely determined by him at random.
Song Wenjing didn't dare to move, still huddled in the shadows of the alley. There were no street lights nearby, and the night was pitch black. If he hadn't consciously searched, it would have been impossible to discover that there was a person hiding here.
"Wang Yang, I'll give you another ten days. After ten days, if you don't pay back the money, don't blame Brother Dao. I'm not polite!"
"Brother Dao, please give me a few more days. I really can't raise so much money in ten days. When I was in your casino, you never said you wanted such a high interest rate. Otherwise, I wouldn't
I will ask you to borrow money!"
"Pah..." Another loud slap came.
"You still dare to be stubborn. There is no interest on borrowing money. What will we eat? Come and play with me. I didn't force you to go. You went to have fun yourself. Now you are relying on me. Fight, keep giving.
I want to fight, but I want to see how stubborn you can be. Cover his mouth to prevent him from making any strange noises, or he will almost provoke the wolf!"
"Woooooooo..."
Song Wenjing, who was hiding, remained motionless.
From the conversation just now, he learned another piece of information. This knife guy actually opened a casino. Whether he was just helping people watch the casino, or he was the mastermind, such a crime was enough to make him drink.
Song Wenjing's mind was spinning rapidly, and of course he had not forgotten his previous hatred. It was just that he was not able to take revenge personally, so he had to put it aside first.
I originally thought that I would catch this swordsman out later when I was able to retaliate. But I didn't expect that we would meet on such an occasion today.
This made Song Wenjing start thinking quickly about what to do next.