Super mall system

Chapter 52
"Well, it seems that my future old father-in-law likes this "Sending a Child" very much."

When taking back the "Picture of Sending a Child" from Shen Mengyuan, Zhao Hao accidentally glanced at Shen Longwen's face from the corner of his eye, and found that the eyes of this future old father-in-law staring at the "Picture of Sending a Child" were burning.

"Low on the grass, the future father-in-law wants this painting?"

Give, must give.

Isn't it just a painting worth [-] million yuan? If you have a lot of money, you will panic, and the most important thing is to earn the favor of your future father-in-law.

Zhao Hao made a decision without hesitation, got up, and handed the "Song Zi Tu" in his hands to Shen Longwen.

"Uncle Shen, I have never received any presents from you before, so this painting is for you."

"Give it to me?"

Shen Longwen was so excited that he took it from Zhao Hao with a haha ​​smile, "I'm really interested in collecting, not to mention that this "Song Zi Tu" is the work of the legendary painting sage Wu Dao, you Since you want to give it to me, I will accept it, but I also want to give you [-] million, let's go, talk on the road."

The smile on Shen Longwen's face didn't stop, he carefully picked up "Song Zi Tu", protected it in his arms, and walked out with Zhao Hao and Shen Mengyuan.

"Uncle Shen, I was originally a gift for you, how can I ask you for money, I'm leaving first."

"No, you boy, three hundred million is not necessary, do you want me to exchange Meng Yuan for this "Song Zi Tu" with you?" Shen Longwen scolded with a smile.

"If you want, I can give you three more paintings like this." Zhao Hao looked at Shen Mengyuan with a smile, and found that although his face was not red, his ears were already red.

"You kid, dare to joke with me. By the way, you can still get a painting of the level of "Song Zi Tu"?" Shen Longwen's expression suddenly became serious.

"Yes, you don't even look at who I am. Without that diamond, how dare I open the Ritian Auction House. Don't worry, I will personally bring a few paintings of this level to your home to visit you next time."

"Really?" Shen Longwen looked at Zhao Hao with starry eyes.

He has been in the collection industry for more than ten years, and he has only auctioned one item that can reach the level of [-] million.

That's why he spent a lot of favors to make the competitors give up the competition.

And looking at Zhao Hao's expression, it seems that he can really come up with a few [-] million-level paintings, and countless small question marks can't help but appear in Shen Longwen's heart.

"Haha, of course it is true. If I can't get it out, I will be cursed as a single dog for the rest of my life."

"Okay, I'll wait for you to come to our house." Shen Longwen said domineeringly, regardless of the truth.

"By the way, Uncle Shen, I can also invite the Wu Dao who painted "Song Zi Tu" to you. I don't know what price you are willing to pay." Just as he turned to leave, Zhao Hao had a sudden thought and turned his head away. He asked Shen Longwen with a smile.

"Let's go quickly, Wu Dao's coffin board is about to rise, don't you be afraid." Shen Longwen was stunned, obviously he didn't expect Zhao Hao to start joking with him, but after only a few seconds, he reacted, put waved.

"I can really bring Wu Dao to you."

Still not reconciled, Zhao Hao uttered the most truthful sentence he has ever said.

Of course, this truth is only in exchange for Shen Mengyuan's father and daughter Qiqi to give Zhao Hao a big roll of eyes.

"Ah, back to school."

Stretching his arms, Zhao Hao drove his small off-road vehicle back to school.

"Well, this is? Chen Yan?"

When Zhao Hao passed a teaching building, Zhao Hao, whose hearing was several times better than ordinary people, suddenly heard Chen Yan's shout.

And that voice sounded like he had encountered some danger.

"Wori, whoever dares to touch my sister Yan, I will abolish him."

Without saying a word, Zhao Hao closed the car door and followed the direction of the sound.

With a "bang", the door of the room where the sound came out was kicked to pieces by Zhao Hao like a weak woman who had been bullied.

Looking into the room, a man who looked about 30 years old was holding a woman and tearing her clothes there.

And that girl was Chen Yan.

"Looking for death." Zhao Hao's eyes turned red.

Chen Yan has always been very kind to herself, and she already regards Chen Yan as an excellent friend.

What happened today was simply pulling out my own scales.

"Well, what kind of lifeless thing, dare to spoil my good deeds, do you still want to stay in this school?"

Feeling that someone came in, the 30-year-old white-faced man stopped what he was doing and turned around slowly.

"Tell me, which college and class do you belong to, and do you know what crime you are committing to break into a private house at will?" The man saw that it was only a student who came in, and smiled dismissively.

"Zhao Hao, save me." Chen Yan's clothes had been torn in half, and her hair was messed up. When she saw Zhao Hao coming in, tears welled up in her eyes.

"Walk."

Zhao Hao stretched out his hand and walked towards Chen Yan.

"Oh, I see you are still a student." The white-faced man was not afraid, his face turned cold, and he stopped in front of Zhao Hao, "My girlfriend and I are making out, what do you mean by barging in? Let me tell you, the dean of this school is my uncle, don't make trouble for nothing."

"I care who you are."

Zhao Hao's deep voice was full of anger.

If I hadn't happened to pass by here today, I wouldn't have encountered this incident, and the consequences were beyond imagination.

As Chen Yan's mentor, that's good for him. There's nothing to say, how could he be bullied by this kind of scum.

Zhao Hao was angry.

Without further ado, with a wave of his hand, Zhao Hao hit the man on the shoulder with his arm.

Guan Erye's weapon weighs about one hundred catties, and he can still wield it freely.

And what about this white-faced man who seems to be overindulgent? 120 catties, is there any?
Without any doubts or accidents, the white-faced man flew five or six meters away as if he had been hit hard, hit the wall and fell to the ground with a muffled grunt.

"Don't go, you can't go." The white-faced man looked pained, his left arm seemed to be broken, like a cloth bag hanging on his shoulder.

"En." Zhao Hao's eyes flashed coldly, he took off his suit and put it on for Chen Yan, then turned around and stared at the white-faced man firmly.

"Hehe, since you won't let me go, then I won't go. I, Zhao Hao, don't mind playing with you."

With an evil smile on the corner of his mouth, Zhao Hao put his hand on the right shoulder of the white-faced man, "I think beautiful things in this world are symmetrical, don't you think so?"

(End of this chapter)