Eighty Koi Fubao get rich

Chapter 81
It was a matter of reputation, Professor He stared angrily, and angrily said: "Jing Ling, are you still my student? How can you talk nonsense, go home and face the wall and think about it for three days, and reflect on yourself."

"Professor, I take you as my mentor to say these things. I will also give you three days to handle this matter properly, otherwise... I have to go to the police station and explain the reason. After all, there is a man next to me. Owner."

"For you, 15 yuan is the money for a few bottles of paint and a few meals. If you put it in an ordinary family, it is two to three months of living expenses, and it may even be a child's school money. Professor, my mentor, your conscience Won't it hurt?"

As an artist, Professor He is very strange. He advocates liberating nature and letting oneself go. He does not want to be restrained in what he does. He also attaches great importance to the traditional etiquette of "respecting teachers and respecting morality", and does not tolerate the slightest rebuttal from students.

Pointing at the wooden door, he said angrily: "Get out, get out, I will send a notice today to remove you from the Academy of Fine Arts."

Yun Xia: ...Just now, the relationship between master and apprentice is still deep, now you want to sever the relationship?playing?
"Hehe! Get rid of it, whoever is afraid of whom!"

After finishing speaking, he took the girl's hand and strode out of the studio. Before leaving, he glared at Mo Qinglan who was eavesdropping at the door.

On the way back to the store, Yun Xia poked the back of his hand.

"Hey, big brother, are you really planning to relinquish your master?"

"The circle is too comfortable, and I forget how other people make a living. Little Butterfly, who is a teacher for one day, needs to be admired for the rest of his life. Take a look, who is around him? That bastard, Mo Qinglan, is very black-hearted, Professor It will be a matter of time before you suffer a big loss."

"Oh, I see, you want to take advantage of Gray Pigeon's little chatter to ring the wake-up bell."

The young man smiled mysteriously, and said, "The one who knows me is Little Butterfly!"

"Mo Qinglan and Lin Shu plagiarized their works, what happened?"

"It's a long story..."

Mo Qinglan and Lin Shu are students of the same class at the Academy of Fine Arts. They are under the tutelage of famous teachers. Lin Shu is plain but talented. Her paintings have won awards many times, and she is highly valued by the school. She is known as Professor He's successor.

Mo Qinglan's aptitude is fair, but in the Academy of Fine Arts where there are so many talented people, he will not be noticed. However, with his super high EQ and good looks, he is very successful in the academy and has won the hearts of many girls , Lin Shu is one of them.

In the Qingya painting competition, the two entries were very similar in conception, composition, and painting style. Lin Shu provided the original manuscript, and the organizer judged Mo Qinglan for plagiarism.

Later, without knowing what method Mo Qinglan used, Lin Shu publicly issued a statement, saying that the other party did not plagiarize, everything was a coincidence, and the two had a soul resonance, and they were destined partners.

Lin Shu is Professor He's stepdaughter, and according to her, Mo Qinglan's status in the Academy of Fine Arts has risen to a higher level, so she dares to confront the son of the richest man in Jiangcheng in the lobby.

"Tsk tsk, you have a proper love brain, isn't it good to be beautiful and have a career by yourself?"

"Love brain...what do you mean?"

Ugh, this damn language gap!

"It's just that I only think about falling in love in my mind. For the sake of falling in love, I can abandon everything, such as career, wealth, dignity, etc.!"

"Hey, when you say it like this, the term 'love brain' fits Senior Sister Lin Shu, Little Butterfly, when you grow up and meet someone you like, don't do that!"

Hearing this, Yun Xia's head was covered with black lines immediately, and he gave him a blank look, "Hey, how old am I, it's too early, I'm thirsty, I want to eat cream ice cream."

"Wait, brother will buy it for you!"

In order to prevent the occurrence of the "Lin Shu" phenomenon, Jingjing Ling made a secret decision to keep a close eye on Little Butterfly, and whoever dares to chase him should pass him first.

As soon as the cold and smooth cream ice cream was in the mouth, the heat was instantly taken away from the body, and the two rushed to the store while eating.

"It's too hot, sit down and rest, Auntie will cut melons for you to eat."

The chilled watermelon is even more crispy, sweet and refreshing. Yun Xia ate it while telling what happened in the Academy of Fine Arts.

"Oh, it's good to get the money back, and the lock is fixed. As for calling the police...there's no need." That's a professor, how can ordinary people afford to offend him.

"Godmother, you don't have to worry about this matter. If the professor doesn't solve this matter quickly, someone will 'seek justice' for us!"

"what?"

"Aunt Wu, let me handle the affairs in the academy circle by myself, let's... just take care of the small shop."

Hearing these words, the rock in Wu Lifang's heart completely dropped, she picked up a tooth of watermelon, and ate it leisurely.

I don't know whether Professor He is too confident, the gray pigeon incident has no effect on him, or he didn't take Jingling's words to heart at all, for two whole days, he didn't move at all.

On the third day, major newspapers suddenly published the story of gray dove stealing money. The headline was very exaggerated, insinuating that some people drove pets to steal other people's property, and even complained bitterly. Professor He was immediately pushed to the forefront.

Jiang's family has the habit of subscribing to the morning newspaper. When they see "the gray pigeon steals, who will pay for it?" When I read the title, I vaguely guessed the content of the article, browsed down, raised my eyebrows, and secretly thought that it was the same as my guess.

According to regulations and morality, Professor He should pay the bill, but he left it alone, and the belongings in the drawer became the capital to show off the intelligence of the gray dove, so the owner should pay the bill according to the actual situation.

"Yo, big editor, the writing style is very good." The tone is frivolous, and there is a sense of gloating in the details.

"Big brother, aren't you worried that your mentor will... be ruined?"

"Huh, he...there's a long way to go, don't worry, give me the newspaper, and I'll cut out the column as a souvenir."

As he spoke, he took away the newspaper, searched for a small scissors, sat aside, and cut the paper quietly.

Yun Xia quietly looked at the dark palms, shook her head helplessly, then turned and went to the utility room to wash her hands.

Jiangcheng, the Central Academy of Fine Arts!

The kind-hearted Professor He was extremely irritable at the moment, slammed the table, and said angrily: "How can you use the word 'stealing' to describe Xiaocha's behavior, and he also said that it was ordered by me, which is an insult to my reputation. Sue him until the newspaper closes down."

"Dad, don't read these newspapers, don't get angry, let's make an announcement to explain the reason of the incident, the stolen property, three times the repayment, and the forgiveness of the owner, the matter can be uncovered."

The word 'stolen' angered Professor He, and his stepdaughter's nagging upset him, and Lin Shu staggered backwards with a violent jerk of his arm.

Seeing this, Mo Qinglan hurriedly supported her, her generous palm 'accidentally' touched her private parts, causing her to bump wildly, blushing, how could she think about solving this matter.

Gently helped her to sit down, and assured her, leave everything to me! ', Lin Shu suddenly felt that she had fallen into a honey pot, which was sweet from inside to outside.

"Professor, the owners are gathered in the hall, waiting for an explanation, or...you take Xiaochao and the belongings in the drawer and apologize to them in public."

As an assistant, how could he not know Professor Nilin?

Sure enough, when Professor He heard the words, he slammed the paintbrush and said angrily: "It's absolutely impossible, the little ones are right, it's their honor to have their property selected!"

Mo Qinglan raised his eyebrows, and glanced in the direction of the door with an unclear expression.

At the door of the studio, the owner who caused trouble, and the sad-faced front desk, all heard Professor He's high-pitched voice.

(End of this chapter)