Lu Jianzhen smiled: "You can only take a look from a distance outside the collection room? Huh?"

Lu Zhengya: "..."

Even if the others can be compromised, this is absolutely not!

He insisted: "You can change your request, if you want to go in, you can't!"

His babies must never be shown to others.

Seeing that he was here, Lu Jianzhen still refused to let go, and shook his head helplessly: "Okay, let's change the request, you have to be my model."

Lu Zhengya: "..."

To be honest, he didn't want this either.

But he had already rejected it once. Wouldn't it make Lu Jianzhen very embarrassed to reject it again?

Lu Jianzhen was unhappy, what should he do if he didn't teach him to pursue Jinli?

Lu Zhengya thought about it very seriously, and felt that it was not very unbearable to lose one's moral integrity for the sake of a long-term plan.

He quickly made a decision: "Okay, I promise you. But, you are not allowed to show the painting to other people!"

Lu Jianzhen snorted and pointed, "You know my painter, are you sure no one can see it? For example, my other muse?"

Lu Zhengya recalled the situation when Jin Li saw the portrait of her when she was a teenager.

A little kid who doesn't know anything can make her admire and marvel. Now that he is more handsome and mature, he will only be better than before...

cough.

President Lu Ba raised his chin slightly with a light expression: "If it's for art, when necessary, it can still be shown to others."

From this man called his younger brother, Lu Jianzhen fully realized what a dead duck's mouth is.

However, her purpose has been achieved, and these small problems do not need to be entangled.

She began to guide her younger brother: "Everyone knows that you are the head of the Lu family. You are rich enough to rival the country. Money is nothing to you, right?"

Lu Zhengya thought this was the truth, and he nodded.

Lu Jianzhen continued: "So, if you follow the example of those wealthy fans on the Internet, and cover the screen for Jinli in major squares, the fans will only think that you, Lu Zhengya, are indeed rich, and you are indeed a local tyrant. I don't think it took a lot of thought and energy, do I?"

Lu Zhengya fell into contemplation.

Lu Jianzhen's cell phone beeped.

Lu Zhengya's meditation was interrupted.

Lu Jianzhen showed Lu Zhengya the screen of his mobile phone. It was the latest news and reports related to Jinli's birthday. There was another local tyrant fan who didn't know where he came from. He rented a suburban area with no restrictions on fireworks. The live broadcast was Jinli put off fireworks for two full hours.

Countless fireworks gathered into red hearts and "Happy Birthday Jinli", making fans call 666.

Lu Zhengya suddenly figured it out.

He felt that what Lu Jianzhen said was very reasonable.

What he thought before, any rich fan can do.

And relative to his wealth, it is not worth mentioning.

According to Lu Jianzhen's words, it is: You can feel the charm of money, but you can't feel your heart. and unique.

He nodded again and looked at Lu Jianzhen: "You're right."

Lu Jianzhen spread his hands: "So, the charm of your money is enough. With your status, whether it is for Jinli or fans, what impresses them more is their heart."

"Let people feel your sincerity."

Lu Zhengya asked anxiously, "How can I show my sincerity?"

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