Chapter 68 Traffic jam on the road

Lu Fei decided to use the Bai Qinan rosary as a birthday gift, and there was no need to go to the Daxiangguo Temple anymore.

After spending an afternoon having fun with the two old men, Lu Fei decided to go to Lingbao Street to help the Zheng brothers and sisters clean up their store.

Before Na Chengxiang could start, a black Bentley sedan stopped in front of Lu Fei.

A strong man in black got out of the passenger seat and opened the back door, and then a middle-aged man in his forties wearing gold-rimmed glasses got out of the back seat.

The man came to Lu Fei and asked with a smile.

"Hello, are you Mr. Lu Fei?"

"Yes, I am Lu Fei, who are you?"

Lu Fei frowned slightly because he didn't know this middle-aged man.

The man with glasses chuckled.

"I am Li Guangming, manager of the business department of Jinfeng Group."

"Mr. Lu Fei, don't be nervous. We have no ill intentions. We just have a business to discuss with Mr. Lu."

Lu Fei sneered.

"You are too worried, why should I be nervous?"

"If you have anything to say, tell me, I'm here to listen."

"Well."

Li Guangming was a little surprised. A rag collector was neither humble nor arrogant when facing him. This was beyond Li Guangming's expectation.

"Mr. Lu, I heard that you have obtained an authentic painting of Wu Daozi's "Zhong Kui Picture". I would like to ask if you plan to sell it. Our boss plans to buy it at a high price."

"Um?"

Lu Fei's eyebrows instantly rose. He didn't want to show it in front of Wenbaozhai yesterday because he was afraid of being remembered by others.

It had only been a day, and soon my worries were realized.

"Manager Li is very well-informed. Can you tell me who told you?"

"Sorry Mr. Lu, this is a bit inconvenient." Li Guangming said awkwardly.

"Okay, then let's do this, my painting.

Not for sale. "

Li Guangming didn't expect Lu Fei to refuse so directly, and he suddenly felt a little angry.

If the boss hadn't issued a death order and insisted on this painting, I wouldn't have bothered to talk to the untouchables who collect rags.

"Mr. Lu, please don't refuse in a hurry. Our boss really likes Wu Daozi's paintings. As long as you are willing to take action, the price will definitely satisfy you."

"Wait a minute, where did you say you were the manager?" Lu Fei suddenly thought of something, so he asked.

"I am the manager of the business department of Jinfeng Group."

"Is your boss's name Song Jinfeng?"

"Yes, our boss is the richest man in Bianliang City, so the price will definitely satisfy you."

"Okay, let your boss talk to me in person." Lu Fei said.

The Gundam thing was hidden in the courtyard of Song Jinfeng's villa. Lu Fei was worried about not being able to pick it up, so he took this opportunity to contact Song Jinfeng to see if he could find a breakthrough.

Li Guangming's face suddenly darkened, and he thought to himself, "This guy is really arrogant. If our boss wants to talk to you personally, who the hell are you?"

An untouchable who collects rags also wants to see our boss. Is this kid sick?

But even though he thought so, Li Guangming didn't dare to say it in person. He couldn't bear the responsibility for ruining his boss's good deeds.

Li Guangming suppressed the anger in his heart and forced out a smile.

"That's right, Mr. Lu, our boss is very busy recently and really doesn't have time to see you."

"It's nothing more than a transaction. I can make the decision."

Lu Fei glared and said coldly.

"Stop talking nonsense. If you want to buy a painting, let Song Jinfeng see me. If you don't want to buy it, just ask him

Get lost. "

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Li Guangming couldn't bear it anymore, pointed at Lu Fei's nose and asked sharply.

"Lu Fei, you don't know how to flatter me. I'm already flattering you by talking to you in such a low voice. Why don't you piss yourself off and see what you are? How do you think you are worthy of meeting our President Song?"

Lu Fei said with a smile.

"You're right, my greatest advantage is that I don't know how to praise others."

"Now I'm officially informing you that I won't sell the painting, so you can get out."

As the manager of Jinfeng Group's business department, Li Guangming has always been aloof. No one would be polite to him. Unexpectedly, he was insulted by a rag-collecting pariah today, and his face turned green with anger.

Li Guangming moved his facial features and pointed at Lu Fei and shouted.

"Lu Fei, if Mr. Song is willing to buy your paintings, it will put gold on your face. You kid, don't be shameless."

"If you annoy our President Song, the consequences will not be something you, a rag collector, can bear."

"Li, are you threatening me?"

"Haha, it doesn't matter how you understand it."

"Well, let me tell you, I won't sell the painting. You can do whatever you want with it. I'll take it."

"I will play with you until you are happy, and until you can't play anymore. Whoever is timid will be his fucking grandson."

Lu Fei said as he turned the handlebar and was about to leave, Li Guangming grabbed the tricycle.

"You can't leave."

"What the hell, you still want to take action?" Lu Fei shouted.

"I, I'll call our boss."

Lu Fei refused to take any advice, and Li Guangming was completely helpless. He had no choice but to ask his boss Song Jinfeng for instructions. If he went back empty-handed, he would be dead if his boss got angry.

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Guangming walked ten meters away and dialed the boss's phone number. During the whole process, he reported to the boss while staring at Lu Fei with vicious eyes.

A few minutes later, Li Guangming and Lu Fei reached an agreement.

At five o'clock in the evening, Song Jinfeng was waiting for Lu Fei at Lingquan Villa.

Lu Fei spat and cursed before leaving.

"Damn it, wouldn't I have been KO already if I had called earlier?"

"If you hold me back while holding you back, you're such a fucking bitch."

At half past five in the evening, Lu Fei rode an electric tricycle and rushed to Lingquan Villa with ease.

I deliberately slowed down on the road to enjoy the beautiful scenery of Bianliang City under the haze.

It was already a quarter past six when we arrived at Lingquan Villa.

Li Guangming waited eagerly at the entrance of the villa for more than an hour. His feet were numb when he stood. When he saw Lu Fei, he wanted to pounce on him and bite Lu Fei twice.

However, the boss told him that he did not dare to neglect, so he bravely greeted him with a smile.

"Good evening, Mr. Lu. Didn't we agree on five o'clock? Why did you arrive just now?"

"Oh, sorry, there's a traffic jam on the road."

Hold!

In Li Guangming's mind, countless alpacas were galloping past, and he thought that this bastard must have done it on purpose. Damn it, tricycles are also stuck in traffic, so go ahead and fool him.

I'll let you play for a while first, and then I'll see that the boss has something nice for you.

In the private room, Song Jinfeng had long been impatient and broke several teacups.

As the richest man in Bianliang City, even if he wants to see him in the city, he has to make an appointment, but he has to wait here for more than an hour while collecting rags. This is simply a shame and humiliation.

If he didn't need a decent birthday gift for the old man of the Li family, who was Lu Fei worthy of being welcomed by him?

Damn it, you are so shameless, I will make sure you look good when I get the painting later.