Eighty Koi Fubao get rich

Chapter 80
Xu Shi sensed the pigeon's resentment, and Jiang Chao kicked the cage fiercely. With a gloomy face, he said quietly, "Fried squab, roasted squab, braised squab, and goji berry soup, you...choose one!"

The hopping pigeon instantly turned into a quail, huddled in a corner of the cage, with its head buried in its wings, like a silly roe deer.

"Hey, it's the master who bullies the weak and fears the hard!"

"I'm afraid I'm going to be crazy, Aunt Wu, go find a locksmith tomorrow and install a lock for the drawer, so that this kind of thing won't happen again."

"En!" Wu Lifang nodded in agreement.

Jingjingling caught a glimpse of the red ring on the pigeon's feet, narrowed his eyes, and leaned forward to check, his brows furrowed tighter the more he looked.

"See what the door is?"

"The rose mark is engraved on the red ring, which is the symbol of the Academy of Fine Arts in the city center. I vaguely remember that Professor He raised a group of pigeons on the rooftop."

"Heh! Then it's easy to deal with. If you find the right owner, you should apologize and pay for it."

"The Central Academy of Fine Arts is very powerful, isn't it? Ah Zhao, why don't we just let it go, listen to Xia Xia, install a lock to prevent it from being stolen again, the pigeon... let it go!"

"Mom, 10 yuan, half a month's salary, and we are the ones who take advantage, so are you afraid they won't make it?"

"Aunt Wu, what Jiang Chao said is right. He is justified, and he is not afraid to go anywhere. If he gets all the stolen goods, can the Academy still renege on his debt?"

"Godmother, don't worry, Professor He is 'very nice', you godson me, you even learned painting from him!"

"No matter how good your temper is, it's still a professor, ordinary people, how can you offend me, Xia Xia, be careful when you speak."

"Don't worry, little butterfly's mouth is sweet!"

After discussion, Jingjing Ling and Yun Xia went to the Academy of Fine Arts with the mouse cage, while the rest stayed in the shop to work.

Jiangcheng, the Central Academy of Fine Arts!

After asking the front desk to pass the message, the two sat in the lobby and waited. Yun Xia turned her head to observe the surrounding environment.

The decoration is trendy and atmospheric, and the layout is full of artistic atmosphere. On the walls of the corridor, outstanding students' paintings are hung, and even the potted plants are trimmed into specific artistic shapes.

"Hey, little butterfly, what are you looking at?"

"Big brother, look at that pot of holly, cut into a young man throwing a basketball, tsk tsk... really artistic!" Yun Xia lowered her voice and whispered.

"Hehe! They are well-growthed, so they have to be cut like this. In my opinion, it's because they eat too much salt—it's too busy!"

"Young Master Feng, even if you don't like me, you won't insult my artwork, right?"

The person who came was wearing gold-rimmed glasses, a white shirt, and black trousers. He was good-looking, with a hypocritical smirk at the corner of his mouth. He looked like a gentle scum.

"Hey, isn't this Brother Mo, the plagiarism was revealed, and you haven't gotten out of the Academy of Fine Arts yet?"

Yun Xia, who smelled a strong smell of gossip, grabbed the young man's shoulder and stared excitedly at the face of the young man surnamed Mo.

"Young Master Feng, I joined the same teacher, and my daily practice is similar with minor differences. The painting style is similar, which is understandable. Furthermore, Lin Shu has issued a statement that her works and mine are only similar, and there is no question of who copied the other."

"Hehe! Mo Qinglan, Senior Sister Lin Shu was deceived by your rhetoric, I can't do it, what should I do, don't let me be an eyesore."

Driven away by people's disgust, Mo Qinglan still had a smile on his face, looking weird!

"Young Master Feng, I'm afraid it won't be as you wish. I'm now the professor's assistant, helping him with chores. He told you to go in, let's go!"

If it wasn't for something to do, change the venue and give him a punch.

"Young Master Feng, it's not that senior brother said you, but you are also the son of a rich businessman. Even if the professor loves pigeons, he shouldn't... put them in a mouse cage."

Yun Xia: You must be out of your mind, can't you see the red ring on the pigeon's leg?Blind!
"Hehe! If you don't speak, no one will think you are dumb!"

"I haven't seen you for a few days. Young Master Feng's tongue is much sharper. I don't know who this handsome girl is from you?"

Jingjing Lingbai glanced at him, didn't bother to answer, took Yun Xia's little hand, walked straight forward, turned around, and came to a door.

After knocking three times, a hoarse and low voice came from inside the room, "The door is unlocked, come in!"

Pushing the door open, an old man with a kind face and a benign face covered his body with oil paint, put down his brush, and cheerfully invited the three of them to appreciate his paintings.

"Professor, your painting is too avant-garde, black and white echo each other, implying..."

With a sincere face, Mo Qinglan blew rainbow fart wildly, making the corners of Jingling's mouth twitch.

Professor He, whose smile didn't reach his eyes, obviously didn't take his words to heart, waved his hand, and then pointed to the teapot, signaling him to pour tea.

The flattery hit the donkey's hoof, Mo Qinglan still had a slight smile on his face, picked up the teapot, and left the studio.

"Lingling, I haven't come to see me for a long time. About this painting, tell me what you think."

"Teacher, don't make fun of me. Half-baked level is not enough to evaluate your paintings."

The pitch is pitch black, everything else is black, if it weren't for the white paint on the plate, I guess Mo Qinglan wouldn't be able to relate to the philosophy of black and white.

"Hehe! You... are clever, tell me, why do you want me on a hot day?"

Jingjing Ling pushed the female doll beside her, winked, and signaled that the matter of 'pigeon theft' should be told by her.

Yun Xia was not stage-frightened either, with her head held high, her face showing a well-behaved manner, she told all about the recent money being stolen from Chao An Shangchao.

Professor He fixed his eyes, took the mouse cage, held it up to his eyes, and carefully distinguished it.

Pigeons are very spiritual, and when they see their masters present, they are very active, jumping up and down excitedly, cooing non-stop, as if complaining.

"It's called Xiaocha, it's my pigeon, girl, I'm sorry to cause you trouble!"

The respected old professor sincerely apologized.

"It's okay, but professor, you have to take good care of it in the future, and if it is captured by the owner next to it, you may be able to fly back with a full body and tail, that's for sure!"

Opened the cage, took out the gray pigeon, and nodded its head, "Hey, Xiao Zha and the old hen have learned to pick up everything from others. Here, you see, the whole drawer is full of its 'trophies'."

Pebbles, banknotes, hair ties, hairpins, pencil tips... green feathers.

Uh, darling, a pigeon is actually a collector!
Professor He took out 10 yuan from the drawer and 5 yuan from the cage, and gave them to the doll together, and then happily stroked the pigeons, touching their heads and smoothing their wings.

When the pigeon looked at Yun Xia, the gray pigeon's small round eyes were full of contempt and ridicule.

Jingjing Ling couldn't bear to watch it any longer, so he flicked its forehead, and Xiti Professor He reprimanded it.

"Professor He, I want to remind you that Xiaocha is raised by you. If it steals other people's things, you will be held legally responsible. Take my family as an example. In just half a month, it took away 15 yuan. ..."

"Stop it, animal behavior, how can you use the word 'steal'? In Xiaocha's eyes, 1 cent, 5 yuan, 20 yuan, and 100 yuan are all the same. Don't go to work and go online."

As soon as the old stubbornness came up, no one could persuade him. Jingjingling glanced at the drawer, snorted coldly, and said: "Teacher, the belongings in the drawer should start at three hundred. Those who know will say that pigeons are cute, but those who don't know will think that pigeons are cute." It was you who ordered the pigeons to steal other people's property."

(End of this chapter)