718: C718 An Abstract Ink Painting

C718 An Abstract Ink Painting

0Actually, in terms of ability, the weasel is definitely a good one.

This person was smart, had a quick brain, and was very reliable. Otherwise, Loong Xiaomann would not have given him such an important task as staying in Nanjiang.

However, the biggest feature of the weasel was that it liked to show off too much. It had already reached a level of perfection.

He did wake up at 5: 30 in the morning to exercise, but the method of exercise was rather special. He needed a girl to cooperate with him.

He would eat a basket of buns at 6: 00 and then drink two taels of white wine as breakfast.

He did indeed start reading at 6: 10 in the morning. He would buy every episode of the storytelling session. In order to enrich his inner content, he forced himself to read a story at a storytelling session every day.

As a successful person, he was really "disciplined."

Loong Xiaomann was used to weasel's posturing, but Zhou Ahhu felt an incomparable headache.

Every time Zhou Ahhu saw the weasel, he would fiercely warn it, "F * ck you, aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning just because you pretend to be cool every day?"

In this regard, the weasel would always answer with a smile, "Brother Hu, we have to believe in science."

In any case, regardless of whether Zhou Ahhu understood science or not, his words had finally come true this time.

That night, as usual, the weasel held a meeting for the employees, then went back to sleep until ten o'clock at night. After that, it leisurely went to the Dragon Palace Clubhouse.

The Dragon Palace Club was now the top entertainment city in the Nanjiang. The first floor was the dance floor, the second to eighth floor were the private rooms of the KTV, and there were also billiards and teahouses upstairs.

As usual, the weasel walked into a seat next to the dance floor with his head held high and chest puffed out, surrounded by a group of people.

Everyone here respectfully called him Brother Huang when they saw him. The weasel enjoyed this feeling very much.

As long as he passed by, the crowd in front of him would automatically open up a path and greet the weasel without the need for security to open up a path.

The weasel was wearing white tourist shoes, a red sports vest, and a pair of black straight pants. He walked in all directions, waving his hand and smiling at the people around him. Even if it was a big star, it would not be as grand as him.

However, just as he was about to sit down, a person suddenly walked in front of him and bumped into the weasel.

"How dare you!"

A few security guards behind him shouted angrily and rushed forward to fight that person.

"Stop!"

The weasel patted the vest on his body lightly and then walked over to the man with a smile. He asked gently, "Brother, is there something wrong with your arm? Do you need to go to the hospital? the man asked."

That person had a dumbfounded look on his face. He did not know what the other party was talking about.

The weasel explained with a smile, "Oh, it's like this. I've been practicing martial arts since I was young, and my Golden Bell Shield Iron Skin can be considered to have reached perfection. It's just that sometimes I can't hold back my power, so I often accidentally hurt people."

"Just now, you bumped into me, so I was worried that you wouldn't be injured by me."

That person had a blank look on his face as he hurriedly said, "Oh, oh, it's nothing. It's nothing."

The weasel smiled gently and said, "That's good, that's good. It seems that I've restrained my power this time. Be careful when you walk in the future. If there's anything, find the staff at any time."

After saying that, the weasel held its head high and continued walking forward.

As it walked, it did not forget to instruct the bodyguards on both sides, "Have you learned it? We are all cultured people, how can we casually fight and kill?"

"When doing business, we need to talk about harmony to make money. Don't shout about fighting and killing so often. It's not civilized, and it's not appropriate for you to lose your status."

The bodyguards at the side were speechless. They hurriedly nodded and said, "Remember, Brother Huang!"

It had to be said that although the weasel liked to pretend a little, in the eyes of his subordinates, he was definitely a good big brother.

His temper was especially good. No matter who he talked to, he would speak slowly and treat his subordinates well.

In society, he was even more amiable and never used his power to bully others. Plus, Nanjiang had long been the territory of Dragon Hall. Therefore, the weasel would only bring a few bodyguards with him when he entered. Once he sat down, he would play with himself. There was no need to set up any defenses.

Furthermore, no one will believe that someone would dare to attack the weasel in the Dragon Palace.

Just as the weasel was in the middle of telling the story of a kitten fishing to the two girls, a person suddenly appeared in front of him and shouted, "Brother Huang."

"Oh, it's you. Why are you back? Is there anything else?"

The weasel asked politely with a smile. The person in front of him was the person he had bumped into earlier.

"Sorry, I have something on you."

The person's face was calm, no emotions could be seen on his face.

"You have something on me?"

The weasel had a puzzled expression, and instinctively touched his pocket. He actually found something hard.

He took it out to take a look. It was the size of a palm. It was completely black and there was a wooden board with a three-eyed horse's head engraved on it.

"Hey, that's weird. When did this thing come to me?"

The weasel looked at the wooden board and smiled. "The carvings on it are really interesting. I've never seen a horse with three eyes before."

"Brother, is this yours? Take it."

The weasel readily handed the wooden tablet to the person in front of him.

The person was stunned and suddenly felt at a loss.

Why didn't this person play according to the rules?

When he saw this token, shouldn't he be surprised and flustered?

Could it be that this person didn't recognize this token at all?

But this wasn't right either. Although Nanjiang was only a third-tier city, this person in front of him was still the number one person in the underground world. How could he not recognize this three-eyed horse-headed token?

"Do you know what the pattern on this token represents?"

The man asked in confusion.

The weasel glanced at the three-eyed horse's head again and suddenly slapped its thigh. "I remember now!"

That person finally let out a sigh of relief. As long as they knew each other, it would be good. He was afraid that he would meet a fool.

"Since you know each other, then..."

It was time to set the conditions.

But halfway through his sentence, the weasel suddenly pointed at the wooden tablet and said seriously, "This is a typical Picasso style abstract ink painting. The biggest feature of his painting is its rich imagination."

"Look, this three-eyed horse head has a lot of imagination. Brother, it turns out that you like art just like me!"

The person next to him froze on the spot. He was so shocked that his skin was scorched and tender.

God damn Picasso, God damn abstract painting!

"Big Brother, Picasso is Picasso. The abstract painting is an abstract painting. The ink painting is something from two countries. This three-eyed horse..."

That person immediately started to go crazy. "Have you heard of the Northeast highwaymen?!"

The weasel nodded and said, "Of course. I have a good relationship with their leader. What's wrong?"

The man was instantly dumbfounded. "Which clan's leader do you have a relationship with?"

"This..."

The weasel thought for a moment and hurriedly said, "Black Horse Clan, I'm sworn brothers with the leader of the Black Horse Clan. That kid still owes me quite a few favors."

"You said you and our leader are sworn brothers!"

That person only felt a buzzing sound in his head. If that was really the case, then today's matter would be huge!

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