Mo Yisheng has always been a person who does what he wants, this time he made up his mind and left as soon as he said it, the ticket was set for the next day, and he left without delay when the time came.
Then Yan Haian went to find He Ling.
Sun Yan was the driver, and he was ready to be a qualified thug, and he would help Yan Haian vent his anger after he finished forcing others.
When Yan Haian found He Ling, he was attending a salon, and Li Qing was also there. When she saw Yan Hai'an, her complexion turned pale, and she didn't even exchange pleasantries: "What are you doing here?"
"Long time no see." Yan Hai'an glanced around, He Ling was still dressed like an old artist, sitting in the upper seat, obviously the protagonist today, seeing him coming, his expression was moved, but he managed to maintain his composure .
Yan Hai'an politely said to Li Qing: "Let's catch up on the past next time, there are other things to do today."
Li Qing sensed that something was wrong and stared at him: "Mo Yisheng is still staying at the police station? Why don't you take care of him and come to me? We are friends, we have no plan to sue him, but you don't want to push too hard .”
Yan Hai'an bent down to pick up a cup of tea casually, and said with a smile, "Keep an inch? What do you mean to make an inch?"
He splashed on He Ling: "This one?"
Li Qing stood up abruptly: "Yan Hai'an!"
He Ling also stood up angrily.
Yan Hai'an stopped talking, picked up He Ling's collar and threw it out, a group of people made a messy noise. Li Qing screamed: "What the hell are you going to do! Call the police! Call the police!"
Yan Hai'an didn't say a word of nonsense, he started beating He Ling when he caught him. He Ling wanted to fight back, but he was not Yan Haian's opponent at all. With a hiss, a piece of the front of his clothes was torn. He blocked his face with his hand, but Yan Hai'an easily pushed it away with one hand, and hit him in the face.
Over there, Sun Yan parked his car and caught up. He didn't expect that he was a step slower. The scene had already developed to this extent. He whistled unconsciously and clapped his hands: "Amazing."
The bystanders finally came to their senses, they were in a hurry to pull Yan Hai'an, so Sun Yan stepped forward. He is tall and strong, with quick movements, a group of people were pushed away by him a few times, and he still had time to turn around and shout to Yan Hai'an: "Honey, don't keep kicking with your hands, use your feet to save effort."
Li Qing was dumbfounded at the scene after calling 110.
Yan Haian got up, looked down at He Ling who couldn't get up, shook his bloody hand, turned around and took a crystal ashtray from the table, knelt down and grabbed his hand, and said with a soft smile: "Anyway I can’t draw anything decent, so why keep it?”
He Ling looked at him in fear: "You, you, this is against the law..."
Yan Hai'an smiled and raised his hand high, but when he was about to fall hard, his wrist was suddenly grabbed.
His pupils shrank and he woke up.
"Okay, okay." Sun Yan took the crystal ashtray and let it go, "Did you hurt your hand, baby? You don't need to report all the grudges at once, let's keep it and play slowly."
"Yan Hai'an, you are crazy!" Li Qing yelled hysterically, "Mo Yisheng burned his painting, and you beat him like this! You two don't want to hang out in this circle anymore!"
Sun Yan patted Yan Hai'an's back to coax him, then turned to look at Li Qing: "Say it again, who can't get along?"
Li Qing choked, how could she forget this? ! She thought that Sun Yan had eaten Mo Yisheng's incomprehensible style, but she didn't expect to be tired of it after so long? Never heard He Ling say that Mo Yisheng is still in contact with him
Oh no.
She took a few breaths and couldn't speak again. Someone went to help He Ling up, and someone wanted to stop Sun Yan and Yan Hai'an, but they didn't dare to go forward.
He Ling's body hurts, and his face hurts even more. Recently, he has been praised too much, which has boosted his self-esteem, but Yan Hai'an's face has been rubbed against the ground. He was trembling with anger, his face was pale, and he was supported by someone: "Yan Hai'an...you..."
Li Qing knew the pros and cons, and hurriedly stopped him: "Go to the hospital first."
But He Ling pushed her away, and said to the backs of the two: "Why do you beat people? Is there any law?"
Yan Hai'an's footsteps paused, Sun Yan turned around, picked up the crystal ashtray he had just left casually, and slammed it in He Ling's direction.
boom!
The heavy ashtray barely grazed He Ling's cheek, hit the wall behind, and shattered on the ground.
He Ling froze with a pale face.
"Look for my lawyer if you have anything to do." Sun Yan sneered, threw a business card, embraced Yan Hai'an, and swaggered away.
After getting into the car, Sun Yan took out a tissue and wiped the blood on Yan Haian's hands: "There's no need to trouble him."
Yan Hai'an sighed: "Damn it, scum, I can't control it when I see that face. He should have been beaten so long ago that he dared not see anyone."
"Still angry?" Sun Yan looked him sideways, and decided to ask Sun Ling about the progress of the matter.
Yan Haian hit him too hard, his hands trembled a little, Sun Yan wiped it clean and held it gently: "There are ways to make his life worse than death, don't be angry, huh? Don't be angry."
With the great god Sun Yan around, it's not a big deal if someone hits him. Yan Hai'an just felt that he couldn't swallow this breath. Even if Yi Sheng didn't want that painting, it shouldn't be taken advantage of by such a villain.
To his surprise, a month later, the news broke that the award-winning work of the young artist He Ling was plagiarized. And I personally admitted it, but I didn't say who painted it, only that he asked someone to do it.
There was also an exclusive interview with a TV station about this, in the video He Ling looked very haggard, as if she had taken drugs.
Yan Hai'an couldn't figure out how such a thing could happen, He Ling's brain was amused? Is there such a way to add drama to yourself? Isn't it crazy
Sun Yan knew about this matter, and said casually: "What Sun Ling did. This guy was tricked by someone to go to Macau to gamble. Sun Ling said hello to there. After losing more than ten million yuan at once, Sun Ling will find someone to give him the money. Now that the debt collectors are going to cut off his hands and feet, do you think life or reputation is more important for a villain like him?"
Of course, it is possible to go to great lengths to find and collect evidence, fight back and forth with He Ling openly, use the media to suppress, and dredge the relationship. It is not impossible to win. But Sun Ling has never liked to do such inefficient things, such a person is not worth spending too much time on.
Yan Hai'an silently watched the video in which He Ling introspected himself and turned to sensationalism, as if he was a prodigal son who was tortured by his conscience and finally confessed his mistakes to the public righteously.
It's fucking disgusting.
Sun Yan glanced at Yan Hai'an's expression, and persuaded with a smile: "Don't worry, you think it's just such a guy, you can change your mind after getting involved in gambling? If you give him a little bit of sweetness, you can fall into it again immediately. Sun Ling let him go If he talks about it, if he is targeted by that side, his life is over."
Yan Hai'an turned off the TV and let out a long sigh of relief: "Forget it, I don't want to pay attention to him anymore, sorry."
"Don't worry," Sun Yan hugged his waist and hugged him, "I need your help with something."
"You, let me help?" Yan Hai'an was very suspicious, what could Sun Yan do that he could not help
Sun Yan said: "I discussed with Sun Ling and wanted to open a private art gallery, but you also know that I don't understand your circle. Didn't you say that you were considering closing the studio? Otherwise, can you help me?"
After Mo Yisheng left, Yan Haian considered for a long time, hesitating whether to close the studio, this was not his interest in the first place, his interest lay in the painting itself.
Sun Yan's suggestion on this is: "Why don't you come and work for me, I need an assistant, and you can pay the salary yourself."
Yan Hai'an said to get the hell out of you, there are a lot of life assistants waiting in line to serve you, and you still need a hairy life assistant.
Sun Yan also suggested that Yan Haian go back to paint and sell it to him directly after the painting is perfect.
Yan Hai'an already felt that the two of them couldn't communicate with each other, why don't they spend time at home doing creations and hang up all over their house? I am not a wife who married into a wealthy family.
But this matter is not in a hurry. Yan Haian is planning to follow the previous model while thinking about the future direction. Of course, he still wants to stay in this industry. One is because he likes it, and the other is that Mo Yisheng has not left.
Now that Sun Yan made such a proposal, Yan Hai'an was very moved.
Now many developers are taking this road. A big reason is that it is easy to pass the land acquisition review in the name of cultural public welfare undertakings such as art museums, and they can obtain real benefits in terms of taxation and timeliness. Many developers will directly Using private art museums to enhance the reputation of high-end projects, on the other hand, the government is also happy to see developers engaging in social welfare, which is a mutually beneficial behavior.
For the Sun family, the feasibility is very high.
Yan Hai'an said rationally: "I have to think about it, but I may not be able to do it."
"It's not like you were asked to be the leader when you first came. You will definitely find a good team. You can learn from it." Sun Yan kissed him on the neck, "Anyway, you like these things."
After mentally analyzing his abilities, Yan Haian said, "Okay, this is fine."
You can keep your boyfriend in captivity, Young Master Sun said he was very happy, and made a fuss about Yan Hai'an.
Yan Haian waited for him to be happy, and said, "My dad's birthday is coming."
Sun Yan asked naturally: "Okay, what can I buy for my parents?"
Yan Hai'an said: "I want to go back."
Sun Yan shut his mouth, not so happy: "Oh. When?"
"Just these few days." Yan Haian pursed his lips. He had thought about this matter for a long time, and he had greeted Yan Haijian in advance. The other party didn't say anything to persuade him this time. "Take a short hand", "Are you free, come with me?"
Sun Yan was still sleepy: "Oh. You go."
Yan Haian: "..."
Sun Yan came to his senses: "...Wait? You want me to go?"
Yan Haian's indifferent face: "Oh. No."
Yan Haian patted the cushion in his arms, got up and went back to the bedroom.
"Hey!" Sun Yan jumped up and chased after him, "Speak clearly! Do you want to take me to meet your parents?!"