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Chapter 0037: Framing

Mercury only remembered that he drank too much last night and was carried home by Wang Meng. The whole process was hazy. He only remembered speaking to the other party twice, but he couldn't remember anything else.

It stands to reason that it must be Wang Meng's credit for her to be able to return home. But how does this guy drive a car? The performance of her Audi TT is quite good, but you can't drive it like a rocket, right? She looks honest and honest on weekdays.

Why do you become so crazy at night? What kind of students can such a teacher teach?

After slamming the door twice with no response, Mercury could only return without success.

I just got home and when I was about to make a call, I realized that my phone had been turned off at some point.

After turning on the phone, more than 30 missed calls immediately made Mercury’s head growl. The missed calls were all from Huang Muyu. For others, this matter may be a trivial matter, but for an artist, it is a big deal.

Small!

Mercury immediately dialed Huang Muyu's phone number.

"Xingxing, where are you?" Huang Muyu asked eagerly as soon as the call was connected.

"I'm at home."

"What happened last night? My aunt, how do you want to make headlines? Just stay at home and you are not allowed to go anywhere. I will come to you immediately."

"Come here first! Leave the key in the same place. I want to go out to meet someone."

"No, you must not go out..." Huang Muyu found that before she finished speaking, the phone call at Mercury had already hung up.

After hanging up the phone, Mercury immediately rushed to the closet and took out a pile of clothes. As a public figure, for the convenience of traveling, she prepared many sets of various clothes. Not for variety, just for the sake of convenience.

Dress up in disguise. After all, he is a public figure. Once he is recognized outside, he will inevitably be in trouble.

In terms of disguise, Mercury is very experienced. She carefully selected a set of clothes, put on a fake hood and a black spectacle frame, and her appearance changed a lot. Because the clothes were very ordinary jeans and T-shirts.

T-shirt, if you don't look closely, it's hard to tell that she is Mercury.

However, there are two things that she cannot hide. Even if she wears a loose T-shirt, her bumpy figure cannot be covered up. And her height and those well-proportioned thighs are so beautiful no matter how you look at them. Even if her face changes

A bit uglier, but still in great shape.

Mercury was going to go to school to find Wang Meng, and she had to know what happened first.

Wang Meng rushed to Han Zhong's office as soon as he got out of class. When he arrived early in the morning, Li Xiangyi told Han Zhong to look for him and wanted his help to look at a calligraphy and painting.

Arriving at Han Zhong's office, Wang Meng found that Zhou Xiangmin was also there. The two of them were watching a calligraphy and painting around the desk, looking very attentive.

"Mr. Han, I'm here."

"Come here and take a look at this painting. It's a work by Zhang Daqian." Han Zhong called Wang Meng to the desk.

It was understandable that Han Zhong called him over when he encountered something good. Why was Zhou Xiangmin here? This made Wang Meng a little confused. He came to the bookcase and took a look. If he was just evaluating the paintings, given Han Zhong's status and

Experience is completely authoritative, and there is no need for him to come over.

"This splash-ink landscape painting is very well preserved. Judging from the style of the painting, it should be an authentic work by Zhang Daqian. However, I have never heard of the painting of Mount Tai running through the sun. I am not sure. Please help me take a look.

"While Han Zhong was speaking, his eyes never left the painting for a moment. When faced with cultural relics, he would immediately become an obsessed person.

"Mr. Han, where did this painting come from?" Wang Meng asked.

"Teacher Wang, this painting is a family heirloom. It was passed down from my father. It is said to be the authentic work of Zhang Daqian, so it has been preserved to this day. Someone recently offered 3 million to buy this painting. I am a little hesitant whether I should buy it or not.

Sell ​​it and show it to Mr. Han. You are also an expert in this field, can you help me take a look?" Zhou Xiangmin said with a smile.

If he knew that this painting belonged to Zhou Xiangmin, Wang Meng would be even less interested. And, most importantly, he knew that what Zhou Xiangmin told was a lie. However, the other party's purpose had nothing to do with him.

"It's true, that's right." Wang Meng replied casually.

"This painting is really too precious. I think it's such a loss to sell it for 3 million. Director Zhou, I suggest you keep it. This painting has a lot of room for appreciation," Han Zhong said.

"Is it true? But Teacher Wang just took a look at it! How about you help me take a closer look?" Zhou Xiangmin picked up the painting and handed it to Wang Meng.

"No need. Mr. Han said it is true. How can I catch up with Mr. Han? It must be true." Wang Mengcai was too lazy to help Zhou Xiangmin. It's not that he is stingy, it's just that he doesn't like to pretend to be with Zhou Xiangmin. He doesn't like people

, too lazy to even pretend.

"It's better to help me take a look! You two experts have confirmed it carefully, so I know it in my heart. Mr. Han, do you think this is true?" Zhou Xiangmin asked Han Zhong.

Han nodded, he still recognized Wang Meng's professionalism very much.

"Wang Meng, please confirm it for Director Zhou! I'm not 100% sure."

Wang Meng didn't expect Zhou Xiangmin to be so troublesome. He was too lazy to look for him. However, Han Zhong had already spoken, and he had no choice but to answer it, so he could only grab the lower corner of the picture.

Zhou Xiangmin stepped back and unfolded the entire painting. But at this moment, an accident happened. Zhou Xiangmin suddenly pulled back. Wang Meng was caught off guard. Before he could let go, the painting immediately split into two halves.

Tear... The three people in the room were immediately dumbfounded.

"Wang Meng, what are you doing!" Zhou Xiangmin became angry on the spot.

"It seems like I didn't do anything, right?" As the person involved, Wang Meng certainly knew what was going on. He didn't use any force on his hands at all. It was entirely Zhou Xiangmin's effort. But this kind of thing can't be seen from the outside.

When two people pull together, do you know who exerts the most force?

Zhou Xiangmin, this is frame-up! Now, Wang Meng seems to know what the other party wants to do.

Zhou Xiangmin's eyes were spitting fire, and his face was full of murderous intent. He looked like he wanted to kill Wang Meng immediately.

"I know you have always been prejudiced against me because of Zhou Tao's incident. It was my lax discipline that caused you trouble. However, I have already apologized to you. Now you actually tear up my paintings on purpose. You

He also said that you didn't do anything. Could it be that I tore this painting to pieces myself?" Zhou Xiangmin said angrily.

This matter is indeed difficult to analyze. Who would tear up his own paintings to frame others? Isn't this stupid? However, Zhou Xiangmin did so.

Because Han Zhong had been paying attention to the painting, he didn't see Zhou Xiangmin's little moves at all. Now, he was also worried for Wang Meng. This painting had just been appraised by him, and 3 million was definitely a very low price. If this painting flows into

Once it is put on the market and enters the formal auction process, it is possible to double the price.

If Zhou Xiangmin blindly lets Wang Meng take responsibility, what should Wang Meng do?

Where does a teacher get so much money? However, this is not only a matter of losing money, but also a matter of reputation. If a teacher actually uses such despicable means to avenge himself, can he still stay in the school and continue to be a teacher?
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