Chapter 69 You are not wrong

Facing Lu Fei, who arrived late, Song Jinfeng didn't look good at all. Lu Fei didn't mind at all. He sat down with a golden sword, picked up his chopsticks and started eating.

This made Song Jinfeng and Li Guangming extremely disgusted with Lu Fei.

"Are you Lu Fei?" Song Jinfeng said calmly.

Song Jinfeng has a tall, handsome face, and his skin is three points darker than Lu Fei's. If he had some beard on his cheeks, he would look like he was flying.

Lu Fei picked up a prawn and said while peeling it.

"Yes, I am Lu Fei. Thank you very much, Mr. Song, for your warm hospitality."

"Well, stop looking at it, sit down and eat!"

Li Guangming curled his lips and felt sick in his heart when he saw Lu Fei devouring his food. .??.

I have seen people with no quality, but I have never seen anyone as unqualified as Lu Fei, even worse than the migrant workers on the construction site.

Song Jinfeng lit a cigarette, crossed his legs and looked at Lu Fei with disdain and said.

"As you requested, I came to see you. I've given you enough respect. Now it's time to talk about the painting."

Lu Fei deliberately disgusted Song Jinfeng. Since it was a show, he had to do his best.

After eating half full, he took a sip of tea and then said.

"It's an honor for me that Boss Song likes my paintings, but I just don't know how much money Boss Song is willing to pay."

Song Jinfeng originally planned to let Li Guangming spend 20 million to take back the painting, but since Lu Fei didn't know how to appreciate it, there was no need for him to be polite to him.

In Bianliang City, there is nothing you can't get what you want.

Song Jinfeng took a puff of cigarette and said.

"I asked around. Wu Daozi's paintings usually cost 500,000 per square foot. I'll give you 1 million for your painting."

Lu Fei chuckled.

"Mr. Song, are you sure you are talking about Wu Daozi and not Wu Mengda?"

Song Jinfeng said expressionlessly.

"Boy, one million is a lot."

"Buying an apartment in the city, buying a domestic car, and doing some small business with the remaining money can be regarded as a way to be well-off ahead of schedule. From now on, I no longer have to work early and late to collect rags. Isn't this great?"

"Sell me the painting and you will become my friend. Be my Song Jinfeng's friend, and whatever you do in Bianliang City will be done with twice the result with half the effort."

Lu Fei sneered.

"Then what if I don't agree?"

Song Jinfeng snorted coldly.

"Lu Fei, you are still young, and you don't quite understand the dangers of society."

"Everyone is not guilty of carrying a jade. I also helped you solve the problem on the other hand."

"Otherwise, if someone is interested in you, your life may be in danger."

"So I would like to thank Mr. Song for helping me solve my problem?" Lu Fei said with a smile.

Song Jinfeng took out his checkbook, filled it out eloquently and asked Li Guangming to hand it to Lu Fei.

"Young man, I advise you to think about it seriously. Not everyone is qualified to be my friend, Song Jinfeng."

Lu Fei picked up the check, looked at it, put it in his pocket without hesitation, and continued.

"Boss Song has said so. If I don't agree, I'm disrespectful."

"Okay, I'll do as you say."

Song Jinfeng finally showed a smile on his face, but he felt extremely contemptuous in his heart.

Listening to Li Guangming's narration, this little rag-collecting bastard has no limits, but in the face of absolute strength, everything must be surrendered to the law.

Li Guangming was even more gloating in his heart. At that time, he promised that he could get 20 million, but now he has to hand over the painting obediently for 1 million. This is all his own fault and he cannot blame others.

"Since you agree, then hand over the painting." Song Jinfeng said.

"I don't have the painting."

Song Jinfeng slammed the table and roared.

"Boy, do you dare to play tricks on me?"

Lu Fei waved his hand and said.

"Mr. Song, why are you so anxious? That's a famous painting worth one million dollars. How dare I just take it with me?"

"Everyone is not guilty of carrying a jade. If someone robs me, I will not only be beaten to pieces, but my life may be in danger, right?"

Lu Fei returned the favor and sent Song Jinfeng's words back intact. Song Jinfeng immediately became angry.

"Boy, what do you mean?"

Lu Fei shook his phone and said.

"I told you not to worry, I'll ask my friend to deliver it right now."

"Don't worry, since I collected your money, I will let you see the goods."

"Hmph, hurry up then, my time is very precious." Song Jinfeng snorted coldly.

Lu Fei turned on his phone and sent a WeChat message, indicating that Song Jinfeng was OK, then poured himself a drink and started the stove.

The wait lasted twenty minutes. Song Jinfeng was sitting on pins and needles, Li Guangming's feet were numb when he stood, and Lu Fei was so full that he was hiccupping.

"How long do we have to wait?" Song Jinfeng asked impatiently.

"It should be soon. If Mr. Song can't afford to wait, then I will refund the money to you and treat it as if we don't have this deal."

"Hmph, you'd better not lie to me."

After another ten minutes, the door to the box finally opened.

Two young men, a man and a woman, walked in under the guidance of the waiter.

The man wears a white shirt and black trousers, a Vacheron Constantin watch on his left wrist, and a green Qinnan agarwood bracelet on his right wrist.

The woman is dressed in brown professional attire, with a tall, plump and voluptuous figure.

Song Jinfeng's face was as dark as water at first, but when he saw this young man, he immediately turned into a smiling Buddha, and his big black face turned into chrysanthemums as he hurried

He stood up and greeted him.

"oops!"

"Mr. Li, long time no see. I miss you so much."

There are not many people in Bianliang City who can stand up to greet Song Jinfeng, but this young man is definitely one of them, because his name is Li Yunhe.

Li Yunhe glanced at Song Jinfeng and couldn't help but frown.

"why you?"

"What's that? Lao Song, drink slowly. I seem to be in the wrong room."

Lu Fei in the corner shouted while drinking.

"You're right, I'm here."

Li Yunhe tilted his head and finally saw Lu Fei, laughing and approaching him.

"I'm telling you, with your small physique, you'd better sit in the open next time, otherwise I'll fucking think you're invisible."

"What's the point of calling me here so urgently?"

Lu Fei motioned to Li Yunhe to sit down, took out the China Overseas Special cigarettes from his pocket and threw them on the table.

Li Yunhe's personal secretary Zhang Huan quickly opened the cigarettes and lit them for Lu Fei and Lu Fei, and Lu Fei's cigarette was the first one to light.

boom--

Song Jinfeng's whole body felt bad now, and he was trembling as if he had been struck by thunder.

He couldn't believe that Li Yunhe was actually called by Lu Fei, and Lu Fei didn't call or make an appointment, he just simply sent a WeChat message.

Lingquan Villa is fifty kilometers away from the city. The fastest drive from this point is forty minutes, but Li Yunhe rushed here in half an hour. In the entire Bianliang City, no one has ever had such a big reputation.

Also, I had never seen the cigarette that Lu Fei took out. Even Li Yunhe's favorite secretary Zhang Huan had to light Lu Fei's cigarette first.

Oh my God, who is this Lu Fei?

Also, it seems like I pissed off the wrong person.