its 108:ying fu

Gently putting down the brush, Gong Ping couldn't help sighing: "Painting, it's so fucking difficult!"

Hearing Gong Ping's rare swearing, he was really surprised, and he also understood that painting was indeed not a simple thing.

"H hairdressing, massage, boxing, basic martial arts, camouflage... Although these things are not simple, compared with painting, they are really... much simpler. Hairdressing, as long as you do it according to the existing hairstyle and fixed technical movements, you can make good works; massage, as long as you master accurate techniques and strength, you can become a good masseuse; boxing, there are only a few boxing techniques, and some special combinations, as for the basic skills of martial arts, as long as you are willing to bite your teeth. Hold, there is nothing that can't be done, and there is camouflage, that is, to turn a person into another person who does not exist in the world, and there is no difference between like and not, but this painting..."

Gong Ping sighed again: "It's too difficult!"

"You don't want to be an artist. You just want to draw the appearance of the doom makers I have changed. It seems that you don't have to practice the drawing of other objects very hard, do you?" Yun looked at the still life that Gong Ping was copying, frowned and said, "You can directly practice drawing human faces. What do you do by drawing these oranges, apples, bottles and jars?"

"Yes!" Gong Ping patted his forehead, which was really a dreamer. He just wanted to improve his painting ability step by step, but he didn't think that he just needed to master the painting technique of face, not to become an all-round painter. Damn, why didn't I think of this problem! So many days have been wasted!"

Looking at Gong Ping in a dazzle, he suddenly flew into the distance, with his back to Gong Ping, and tears flashed in his eyes.

"Oh, my God, it's not easy. I finally surpassed him in wisdom one day. Whoo-hoo..."

Just as he was crying with joy, a knock on the door suddenly sounded. Gong Ping cautiously asked in Master Ping's voice, "Who?"

"I, Luan Feng." Luan Feng's voice came from outside the door. After Gong Ping said please come in, he opened the door and came in. After looking at the painting in front of the palace plane, he came over and took a closer look and nodded slightly: "Well, it's good. It's not like the work of a person who has only practiced painting for four days."

"Do not sarcasm me." Gong Ping stared at him, and Luan Feng immediately raised his hands: "I swear, it's really good. This level is powerful in simple strokes."

"Believe it or not, I'll punch you out of the house?" Gong Ping unconsciously rolled his eyes like Yu Qianyu.

"It's not right for me." Luan Feng waved his hand hurriedly, "I'm afraid your progress is limited if you study by yourself like this. Why don't I hire a teacher to teach you for you?"

"A reliable person like you?" Gong Ping shook his head and asked slowly.

"This..." Luan Feng scratched his head, "That's right. On the old man's side, in addition to Lei Wei and Xia Jie, I am the only one who can be completely trusted. Unfortunately, the three of us are more than 108,215. 50 miles away from the title of artist.

"16. 50... How many miles?" Gong Ping curled his lips and looked down. Seeing that Luan Feng was carrying a bag, which seemed to be quite heavy, he asked, "What is this?"

"A gift for you." As Luan Feng said, he poured out the things in the bag. It turned out to be some painting books. I don't understand this either. I went to the bookstore to see what these are written for beginners. I bought them for you.

Gong Ping took a general look. The introduction to watercolor, preliminary sketching, color foundation and so on are really a mess, but there is very little help to him. He shook his head and smiled, "Thank you, but it doesn't seem to be useful. By the way, please help me go to the bookstore to see if there are any books that teach people to draw faces.

"Face?" Luan Feng was stunned and said after a long time, "You... you don't really want to draw any ghosts, do you? Isn't that a grimace?"

"Don't worry so much." Gong Ping pushed him with a smile, "Help me get it. CDs or books, anyway, buy them for me. I just figured out that since what I need is the skills to draw faces, there is no need to practice anything else.

"Hey, that's what I came up with." He rushed over and shouted at Luan Feng, but Luan Feng obviously couldn't hear the sound. He just said to Gong Ping, "Okay, I'll go and have a look."

Before the voice fell, Luan Feng's phone rang. He took a look and frowned slightly: "Security?" Then he answered the phone and said a few words, "Uh-huh, I know." After that, I closed my mobile phone.

"Is it the grass head to help those people?" Gong Ping asked.

Luan Feng nod: "Yes, it's still the eight, here they come again. This time, the security captain didn't dare to provoke them and asked the waiter to invite them to the rest area on the first floor to sit and drink tea. How are you going to deal with them?"

"Procrastination." Gong Ping said slowly, "But we must convince them that we are afraid of them. Let's delay it for another five to six days. At that time, I believe that Duan Bailai has obeyed me.

"I see." Luan Feng nod his head and hurried downstairs, while Gong Ping just looked at him. He was so happy that he swooped down, like a de shen feng fighter that was about to commit suicide, and smashed under the floor.

When Luan Feng hurried to the rest area, those people were drinking tea leisurely without disturbing other guests at all. It seemed that they were very qualified. Luan Feng came over with a smile and nod to the leader: "Sir, I don't know what to call him?"

"The surname is Han." The leader looked up at Luan Feng and said while drinking tea, "Han Jun. What, it seems that Manager Luan has been investigating the matter between us and Shengmeng these days?

"I dare not talk about any investigation." Luan Feng said with a smile, "I just asked someone to inquire about it. It was really disrespectful before."

"That's nothing." Han Jun shook his head and looked calm. To us, it doesn't matter whether there is any respect or not. To put it bluntly, we are just some non-staff security guards hired by the managers to maintain public security nearby. The bosses are our parents. As long as the bosses are willing to leave a few small money and don't let us starve to death, we will be satisfied.

"How much is the monthly protection fee?" Luan Feng asked.

"Your boss Luan is rich, but we won't talk too much." Han Jun said with a cold face, "At the scale of Landu, 50,000 yuan a month, I don't think Boss Luan will refuse, will he?"

"Fifty thousand?" Luan Feng was really shocked. After he came back from the United States, although he had conducted some investigations on He Shengmeng, he had not been meticulous about the amount of protection fees collected by the gangsters. Now when he heard this, he couldn't help but be more disgusted with this and Shengmeng.

"Anyway, I'm not going to give it to you. Why don't you make your grandchildren happy today!" Luan Feng sneered in his heart, but he hesitated on the surface and asked tentatively, "Well... if you pay for a year and a half at a time, can there be a discount?"

This time it was Han Jun's turn to be stunned. He joined the gangster and collected protection fees for so long. It was the first time he saw a master who was willing to pay the annual protection fee. After being stunned for a long time, he recovered and said slightly: "This... this should be okay. Wait a minute, I'll ask our eldest brother." With that, he hurriedly took out his mobile phone and hurried to a corner to make a phone call.

"Play calmly with me, and don't look at how many pounds I have." Luan Feng looked at the other party's panicked expression and sneered in his heart. A small role. A real master, but Mount Tai collapses in front of him without changing his face. You are a bird! A little money will stay like this, and it won't be a big deal..."

While he kept talking in his heart, the other party had finished the phone call, quickly came over, stood directly opposite Luan Feng, and said to him, "Boss Luan, our eldest brother said, if you are willing to pay the protection fee for one year at a time, we can give you two months cheaper."

"That's..." Luan Feng rolled his eyes and thought for a moment, and then clapped his hands: "That's 500,000 a year, right?"

The seven sitting faces became unnatural, and everyone couldn't help thinking, "Is such a simple thing calculated with such an exaggerated mind?"

"Yes." The Korean army nodded.

"That's great. You can save 100,000 yuan at once." Luan Feng smiled. Now that it's settled, please ask Brother Han to withdraw the money in six days.

"What?" The Korean army was stunned, "Six days later? Not now..."

"Brother Han, who will carry hundreds of thousands of dollars with him?" Luan Feng shook his head and shrugged his shoulders, acting like a foreign style. Not long after I came back from the United States, most of my money was spent on decorating venues and hiring employees. Now I'm short of money. It's not that I don't have any money now, but if I do business, I have to have liquidity. Otherwise, those high-level officials will come over and get a discount. What can I get? There are also monthly taxes and so on, which is also a big expenditure. If I give you the money directly now, I will have no liquidity at all. At that time, I can't do anything, so I have to close the door. You don't want to see such a big customer like me fall down all of a sudden, and then you will have no place to collect the 500,000 annual fee next year, right? In addition, after you collect the protection fee, you have to close the door and close down. This kind of thing spreads. Which business will dare to rely on you to maintain public order in the future? So you have to give me time to remit the money from the Bank of America before you can pay such a large amount of money, right?

The seven people brought by Han Jun and him were stunned by Luan Feng's continuous cannons without gasping. Han Jun opened his mouth wide. After a long time, he spit out a sentence: "Well... In that case, we... Let'll come back in six days. At that time, Boss Luan, don't..."

"Don't worry, I will make you satisfied!" Luan Feng smiled.