The time of the city

After taking a flight for more than ten hours, Xiao Hecheng finally arrived in City A at one o'clock in the afternoon.

After getting off the plane, he looked at the unfamiliar place with mixed feelings. Can he really survive in City A?

After the sorrow, my heart was filled with joy again, but this would make me closer to Xiaoyu, so I should find a place to settle down first.

He had just taken a few steps with his suitcase when he heard someone behind him shouting, "Hey, wait for me..."

He wasn't sure if he was being called, but the voice sounded familiar. He turned around and saw it was the uncle sitting next to him on the plane.

Seeing Xiao Hecheng stopped, the middle-aged man walked up to him quickly and said, "Young man, why are you walking so fast? Long legs are a good thing!"

"Is there anything I can help you with?" Xiao Hecheng thought that maybe he had met a scammer and asked him for help.

The man took out his business card and said, "My name is Chen Xu, and I'm the director of a gallery. I saw your paintings on the plane and they're very unique, so I'd like to invite you to join us."

Seeing Xiao Hecheng remained silent, the man continued, "Although our gallery has only been open for a short time, our boss is a big shot. As for who he is, I won't tell you for fear of scaring you. He is very rich. I believe that one day our gallery will become the largest gallery in City A, if not the largest in the country."

As the man spoke, he gestured with his hands and his facial expressions were very rich.

"I have never learned to paint, so my paintings are not professional."

"Young man, don't underestimate yourself. If I say you can do it, then you definitely can do it. I tell you, if you enter our gallery, it's only a matter of time before you become a famous painter. You will have both honor and money."

What the man said was a bit too exaggerated. Maybe it was true for other people, but it was too far-fetched for him. He couldn't even afford food and clothing, so how could he become a great painter?

"Hey young man, do you think I'm a liar? Let me show you my ID card." The man took out his ID card and handed it to Xiao Hecheng. "If you still don't believe me, I can also show you my household registration book. Young man, if you join our gallery, we will also provide five insurances and one fund..."

"I believe you. I'll go with you." He figured he had nowhere else to go anyway, and his current situation was too dire. Go ahead. If he could really make money, he could see Mo Yu sooner.

At the Qiao family's old house, Nan Feng had just finished a meeting when his assistant told Mr. Qiao to go back to the old house.

"Master, are you back?"

Seeing Nan Feng, who had not returned to the old house for a long time, the servants came forward to greet him enthusiastically. Nan Feng was easy-going and never made things difficult for the servants. He would not trouble the servants if he could do it himself, so everyone liked him very much.

"Well, where's Grandpa?"

"Having tea in the study."

"I understand. Thank you for taking your time." Nan Feng nodded and walked upstairs, leaving a group of crazy servants screaming in place.

Nan Feng knocked on the door of the study and said, "Grandpa, I'm here."

"Come in!" a strong and powerful voice came.

When Nan Feng entered, Qiao Zhengrong was lying on a chair with his eyes closed.

"Grandpa, what do you want to talk to me about?"

Qiao Zhengrong opened his eyes and stared at Nan Feng without saying a word, as if he wanted to see a hole in him.

"Grandpa, if you have nothing to say, I'll leave. I still have some business to attend to."

"Bastard!" Qiao Zhengrong picked up the ashtray next to him and threw it at Nan Feng, hitting him squarely on the forehead, and blood immediately flowed out.

"What the hell are you doing? I heard you've been putting all your energy into building that shabby island lately, hanging out with that friend of yours all day. A few days ago, that piece of land in South City was up for auction, but you didn't even bother trying to get it, and it was actually won by the Ni family."

"That island is the dream of Xiaoyu and me. My friend is not what you call a bad friend. At least in my opinion, he is much more sincere than grandpa." Blood flowed down his forehead, blurring his vision, flowing across his cheeks and mouth, and finally dripping onto his shirt.

"I've raised you for so many years, and you turned out to be an ungrateful person, just like your mother. I can take back your position as chairman at any time."

"Please take it back. I don't want to be the wife anyway, and I don't want to marry Lin Xiao. Xiaoyu is not dead at all. You are lying to me. As for the relic, it is also fake. I have known it for a long time, but because you are my family, I have never told you. But today I want to tell you that I will keep looking for Xiaoyu. I will not listen to Grandpa's arrangements anymore."

After saying that, Nan Feng opened the door and walked out, regardless of how Qiao Zhengrong roared behind him.

"A Feng, you are just as disobedient as Xixi. You are unwilling to make any contribution to my kingdom."

Qiao Zhengrong held the teacup, staring at the few drops of blood on the ground, and sneered, "Then don't blame Grandpa for being rude. It seems that I can only control you like I control your mother."

When Nan Feng came downstairs, his face was covered in blood, which scared the servants. "Master, are you okay? Let me bandage you."

Nan Feng smiled and said, "Thank you for your help."

After Chen Xu arranged accommodation for him, Xiao Hecheng turned on his mobile phone. There were many missed calls and text messages, most of which were from Song Fei.

He scrolled down and saw a text message from an unfamiliar number. He opened it for some reason and smiled after seeing the text on it. Xiaoyu, are you worried about me too?

He then sent a text message: Xiaoyu, I'm fine, we'll meet soon.

"Ding Dong!" The text message alert sounded, and Mo Yu pulled out her phone. It was Xiao Hecheng who had replied. Knowing that he was okay, she finally felt relieved. But he didn't understand his promise to meet soon, and stared at the phone, his eyes darting back and forth.

"Hey, a good student is also playing with his phone." Lin Xiao leaned in to read the message and asked, "Who are you meeting? And so quickly? Are you dating online?"

Lin Xiao's voice was so loud that dozens of pairs of eyes were staring at them. Mo Yu really felt like she had met a stupid teammate.

"Lin Xiao, you failed three subjects last semester. It turns out you were in an online relationship. Don't bother other students by not attending classes." As soon as the teacher finished speaking, the whole class burst into laughter.

"Xiaoyu, I'm sorry. I was too excited."

"Idiot teammate, that's someone my friend met in the United States."

"Xiao Yuyu, I'm so wrong. I'll treat you to milk tea after school."

"Two Cups"

"no problem"