I got rich in the 90s picking up trash

Chapter 182
Zuo Hao had heard his mother say that since he was a child, he had heard enough, and he lost his temper this time as he was always sensible and obedient.

"I don't want it, I don't want to wait until I grow up, I want to know who my father is now, and I'm not a bastard without a father." Zuo Hao shouted loudly, his big grape-like eyes were full of hostility.

Zuo Yueyi's heart trembled, how did her son become like this?

Zuo Yueyi reached out to touch Zuo Hao, but Zuo Hao hid back, looking at her with hostility.

Zuo Yueyi felt extremely uncomfortable. She hugged her son firmly in her arms, and told Zuo Hao about his father for the first time: "Your father is a very good person, he is our god, and he is doing a big thing now , a very great thing, as long as the plan is successful, we will be the heroes of all our compatriots."

A scorching fire gradually appeared in her eyes, and she began to imagine a bright future with her son.

"Your father will get rid of the devil, let all the Chinese people who don't know good and bad submit to our feet, let us drive them, and lead everyone on the road to glory..."

Zuo Hao has a small head with a big question mark, what is a Chinese?Who is the devil again, what is mother talking about?
He couldn't understand, but it sounded like his father had to defeat the bad guys before he could come to him. He couldn't help feeling admiration for his father, whom he hadn't met yet.

"Father is a great hero." Zuo Hao's eyes sparkled.

Zuo Yueyi was startled when she heard the words, and quickly stroked her son's head in relief: "That's right, Dad is a great hero, and Haohao will be like Dad in the future."

She used to be afraid that her son was too young, so she never dared to tell him about his father, for fear that his son would tell others and expose their situation.

Although my son is only five years old now, his mouth is very strict, and his son is so sad, so I told him.

Zuo Hao shouted: "I am just like my father, I also want to beat bad people."

Zuo Yueyi also thought of her son's inability to do anything, and after being relieved for a while, she became a little dissatisfied, and the strength of her men unconsciously increased.

Why didn't Haohao inherit their abilities? Otherwise...

Zuo Hao couldn't understand the dim light in his mother's eyes, but felt a little scared, and whispered: "It hurts."

Zuo Yueyi came back to her senses, withdrew her complicated expression, and said softly: "Haohao, what mother told you today, you must not tell anyone, do you understand?"

Zuo Hao was soothed, nodded obediently, and then looked at his mother hesitantly.

"What's the matter, what do you want to tell mom?"

Zuo Hao anxiously told about Deng Ronghua and him, his little hands tightly clutching the corner of his mother's clothes: "Mom, I didn't deliberately hide it from you, I just, just wanted to know about my father."

"sorry."

Zuo Yueyi's face was frighteningly black, and Zuo Hao's heart was pounding.

Zuo Yueyi didn't forgive him for admitting his mistake, she severely reprimanded Zuo Hao, and knelt down guiltily for Zuo Hao's words.

"Kneel here tonight and fight against the memory of senior officials." Zuo Yueyi didn't look at Zuo Hao after finishing speaking, and asked Li Xuwei to come in for questioning.

"How's the progress on your side?" Zuo Yueyi held it like a subordinate.

Li Xuwei is also respectful: "Everything is going well, those artists have become popular, and an exhibition will be held soon, and their reputation will become more and more famous after that, and the publishing house is not a big problem."

In fact, he didn't understand why he did this, spent so much money, just to let some trash give money?

To be honest, he doesn't understand the art of those people at all, and he can't see the beauty, but there is a little bit of curiosity.

Anyway, he couldn't appreciate it.

But it doesn't have much to do with him, anyway, it's not him who spends the money, as long as he can get actual benefits.

……

On October [-]th, before Ding Shuyuan and Yuan Xizhou were going to W City, Ding Zhen came running out of courage and panting, saying that the person who bought him told him not to leave the village today, and asked him to come forward and falsely accuse Ding Shuyuan of slander.

"What should we do now? They are coming, should we call the police? Isn't your high school classmate Cai Juncheng in the police station? Would it be better if he was here?" Ding Zhenyong felt as if he was facing an enemy.

The enemy is about to hit the door, and they haven't prepared anything yet, so I'm afraid that the cousin is going to die.

Wang Mulin came in from the outside: "Don't worry, we've already found out, they can't make waves."

Seeing Wang Mulin, Ding Shuyuan excitedly said, "Which one is this time?"

"It's Du Guowei."

"Du Guowei?" Ding Shuyuan frowned: "Can I be caught now?"

They knew that Du Guowei was not a good person before, but in order to catch the person behind him, they kept Du Guowei still.

"Don't worry, he's useless now. His superiors have already been confirmed. Take advantage of this incident and catch him directly, so you don't have to worry about scaring the snake." Wang Mulin looked at Yuan Xizhou who was carrying the bag: "Are you going out?"

Only then did Ding Zhenyong notice that Ding Shuyuan and Yuan Xizhou looked like they were about to go out.

"Going out at this time?"

He didn't hear it and understood clearly, what can be caught now, and what is useless, but Du Guowei wanted to kill his cousin, he really listened, is it really all right?
Du Guowei is a local snake in W City, so it's okay for my cousin not to worry, but she still wants to go out, why is her heart so big.

Yuan Xizhou: "Let's go to City W to see an exhibition."

Ding Zhenyong's blood pressure is up, and he is still watching the exhibition?
Do you realize the seriousness of the matter?
Wang Mulin nodded: "Okay, let Yue Hong follow you, and it will be settled when you come back."

Everyone is very relieved, only Ding Zhenyong is frowning. Could it be that he is really worrying and making a fuss?
No, he couldn't feel at ease.

Seeing his cousin's frowning face, Ding Shuyuan couldn't help but invite him to play too.

Ding Zhenyong waved his hand and refused, saying nothing.

At this time, Zhang Tongjing called them at the door, and Ding Shuyuan led them out.

W city art exhibition, many people came to participate, and various works were exhibited on the stands.

Landscapes, flowers and birds, calligraphy and carvings, everything that one expects to find, domestic and foreign.

Ding Shuyuan doesn't understand, but the works give people a good feeling, and the emotions conveyed to her are happy, sad, fearful, and full of hope.

She and Yuan Xizhou met and discussed a few sentences from time to time, until she saw someone writing calligraphy with eyeballs, her expression became (ー_ー)!!
What is this doing?
Can this be called art?

Yuan Xizhou pulled Ding Shuyuan away quickly: "Let's go and see something else."

This stuff hurts the eyes.

Zhang Tongjing also felt ashamed, and asked the secretary: "Who are you looking for here? Why didn't you tell me in advance?"

Those who didn't know thought that his taste was like this, it was too shameful.

The secretary is innocent: "They said that they invited all the artists with important positions in the industry."

He didn't know there was such a thing.

"It's fine if there is no such person." Ding Shuyuan looked back at the booing scene, it seems that it is quite popular?
Not long after they left, they met a middle-aged man who was doing a calligraphy dance, and the crowd of onlookers even applauded.

Ding Shuyuan: "..."

"It looks pretty good, what do you think?" A woman next to him spoke to Ding Shuyuan.

Ding Shuyuan was silent for two seconds, and said with difficulty: "You mean this kind of crazy art?"

What kind of eyes can be so blind, can this be called good?
Children can write better than this.

This person and the previous one were sensationalists, and she didn't understand how such a thing could be called art.

It's really sad that these clowns are brought up to the hall.

(End of this chapter)