Yuyuan Road, a single apartment.

In the bedroom, after a man and a woman had finished intimate.

"Baby, did you tell him?" The man lit a cigarette and started to suck.

"Um."

"How did he react?"

"It's very surprising, but he acted very calmly. However, from my woman's intuition, he still cared about Liang Xueqin very much. No, he cared very much?" The woman who spoke was Xu Wan'er, and the last sentence was specially accented.

The man who talked to her was actually the second person in No. 76: Lin Shiqun. This apartment was where he paid for rent and had a secret meeting with Xu Wan'er.

"Wan'er, what do you think he will do next?"

"I don't know, I can't guess it." Xu Wan'er couldn't help but tremble when she recalled Chen Miao's cold eyes, "But it's certain that he is definitely very affectionate about Liang Xueqin."

"A man who values ​​emotions is an advantage, but it is also his weakness. No wonder he has not been able to go further in the Military Control Commission over the years." Lin Shiqun said with some regret, "In fact, how can we be in our industry be unruly?"

"Director, then do you still use him?"

"Why not? People who value friendship do not have such great ambitions. As long as they tie him up with friendship, they can do things for me loyally. Wouldn't it be good?" Lin Shiqun hugged Xu Wan'er and smiled.

"I'm afraid he may not be able to win your affection?"

"Yes, he will appreciate it." Lin Shiqun smiled confidently, snatched the cigarette butts in his hand, and sat up, "No, the time is over, it's time for me to go back."

...

Listen to the snow building and backyard.

"Boss Qin, if you don't perform on stage, it will be really hard to sustain if you listen to Xuelou..." Old Cai sighed.

"What's wrong, Lao Cai, even if we don't have business in Xuelou, we can still hold on for a while." Liang Xueqin couldn't help coughing on the sickbed.

After returning from Fumin Hospital, Liang Xueqin fell ill again after two days. This time it was not heatstroke, but heart disease. This heart disease cannot be solved by medicine.

Qiao'er went to Huichuntang in person to invite the doctor back. The doctor said that Liang Xueqin felt a breath of depression. If this breath was eliminated, the disease would be cured.

If the depression is not eliminated, the depression will become a disease, and the condition will worsen. The mild case will lead to short life, and severe case will lead to death.

The sick bed in Chan Mian has been more than half a month, and after taking a lot of medicine, it has not been effective. Seeing Liang Xueqin lose weight day by day, Qiaoer and Lao Cai secretly wiped their tears almost every day.

"Although we can still support it now, Tingxuelou is not yours, Boss Qin. We have to pay the accounts to Boss Yu every month. If the monthly income is not enough, we have to make up for it ourselves. This is also one of the conditions for Boss Yu to transfer 30% of the shares to you." Old Cai said.

"Old Cai, are you hiding something from Qiao'er from me?" Liang Xueqin was so smart. Old Cai would not mention Boss Yu for no reason at this time, there must be something wrong.

"No, nothing..." Old Cai dodged his eyes.

"Qiao'er, Qiao'er..."

"Sister Xueqin, are you calling me?" Qiao'er was actually outside. When she heard Liang Xueqin's exchange, she ran in and asked quickly.

"Qiao'er, what's wrong with Xuelou? Are you and Lao Cai hiding something from me?" Liang Xueqin stared at Qiao'er and asked seriously.

"I heard that Xuelou is not that bad, but the business is a bit bad. The weather has been hot recently, so it is normal for fewer customers..." Qiao'er's face became more awkward as she spoke.

"You are still lying. Although I rarely go downstairs these days, I can't hear the singing in front of me anymore. Do you think I'm stupid?" Liang Xueqin asked sternly.

"Sister Xueqin, I'm sorry." Qiao'er lowered her head.

"Tell me, what's going on?" Liang Xueqin sat up with her arms, "Don't worry, I can hold on."

"Since Sister Xueqin, you are sick, the Pingtan artists who signed with me to Tingxuelo, have left one after another. Lao Cai and I tried our best to keep them, and even gave them a very high share price, but we still couldn't keep them. No one performed on stage, so we couldn't sell tickets. Now, only Qiaoer and Lao Gu can perform on stage. Lao Gu is still in love, but he didn't leave..." As he said that, Qiaoer couldn't help crying.

"Who poached the man from Tingxue Tower?" Liang Xueqin asked calmly without getting angry.

"It's Qian Youbing."

"Qian Youbing doesn't have such great energy yet, there must be someone behind him." Liang Xueqin said that she was still very clear about the Pingtan world. She also came out back then. She didn't know how capable Qian Youbing was.

"Boss Qin, some people say that Mr. Yuan bought Qian Youbing's guest house..." Lao Cai replied with a bad look.

"What's going on with Boss Yu?"

"Boss Yu sent a telegram from Hong Kong, saying that his business capital turnover was not working well and he wanted to sell part of the industry, so he planned to sell Tingxueloo." Lao Cai said.

"Why are you still hiding such an important thing from me until now?" Liang Xueqin looked angry.

"Sister Xueqin, don't blame Lao Cai. I didn't let him tell you. You are so sick, and we are afraid that you will worry." Qiao'er said crying.

"Silly girl, you all hide such a big thing from me. Can you solve it?" Liang Xueqin said, "I have an agreement with Boss Yu that if he wants to sell Tingxueloo in the future, I have the right of first refusal. As long as I pay for Tingxueloo to buy it."

"But Boss Yu said that his 70% share, together with the deed of the house and land deeds, would have to be 50,000 yuan."

"Fifty thousand yuan has appeared in the ocean, so much?" Liang Xueqin was shocked. When she spent less than 30% of the money, she spent less than ten thousand yuan to find the ocean.

Although she has some savings in the past two years, she will definitely not be able to take out 50,000 yuan at once. If it is 20,000 yuan, she can still get it together.

What's more, Tingxue Tower is not worth the price according to the market price.

Tingxuelo's land deed and house deeds are worth about 20,000 yuan. Tingxueloo, without her, Liang Xueqin, would not be worth the price at all.

"Old Cai, are you sure it was the price offered by Boss Yu?"

"That's right, Qiao'er is collecting the telegram that Boss Yu sent." Old Cai said.

Qiao'er received the telegram and handed it to Liang Xueqin.

"Why did Boss Yu do this, and why did he make it so difficult for Xueqin?" After reading the telegram, Liang Xueqin said incredibly disappointed.

"I heard that someone wants to buy Tingxue Tower. The price is not low. He is secretly contacting Boss Yu." Old Cai said, "Boss Yu offers such a high price, just to make Boss Qin, you take the initiative to give up Tingxue Tower."

"He is trying to force me to leave." Liang Xueqin cried out in a sad voice, his voice as if Du Juan was crying blood.

"Sister Xueqin, I think no one can help us except Brother San," Qiao'er said.

"Don't mention him to me, I don't want to hear this person's name." Liang Xueqin suddenly gritted her teeth and said sternly.

Qiaoer and Lao Cai were both silent. The people they knew and could think of now were no one else who would definitely help, except Chen Miao.

Of course, as long as Liang Xueqin lets go, there will definitely be people who are willing to help, and there are still many, but the conditions are not something she can accept.

It is not easy for a female Pingtan artist to make a name for herself in Shanghai, to keep herself clean and maintain her innocence.

"Boss Qin, Lao Cai, I don't know what happened to you and the third brother, but Lao Cai is also a veteran. You both have each other in your heart, so why can't you sit down and talk and eliminate the misunderstanding?" Lao Cai said in a earnest tone.

"I have nothing to say with him." Liang Xueqin said.

Lao Cai sighed. Liang Xueqin was stubborn. This personality would definitely help her career, but it would hinder her emotions.

Lao Cai doesn’t understand what kind of country and national politics, he only knows that a couple of affectionate people just parted, which is a pity.

"Qiao'er, how many of them are sold out the jewelry and antique calligraphy and paintings I have accumulated over the years?" Liang Xueqin asked.

"Sister Xueqin, you don't have many jewelry. As for those antique calligraphy and paintings, they are all your favorite things. I have finally saved up these years. Jewelry can be sold, and antique calligraphy and paintings can't be found for the time being. If you send them to the pawnshop, you will lose a lot." Qiao'er said.

"How many do you say you can be?"

"It's about ten thousand o'clock." Qiao'er closed her eyes and calculated that these things were kept and managed by Qiao'er, and she knew the best.

"That's the gap of 20,000 oceans is left, right?" Liang Xueqin said.

"Well, if we count all our money, we should be less than 20,000 yuan." Qiao'er said.

20,000 oceans, this is not 20,000 legal currency. According to the current black market exchange rate, 20,000 oceans is equivalent to nearly 200,000 legal currency.

Whoever borrows such a large amount of money will lend it to you?

Liang Xueqin knows many high-ranking officials, but they are all ordinary friends and some female friends who are moving around, but they are basically not rich people. Moreover, she has a noble reputation, so she is not too likable in the celebrity circle in Shanghai. She thinks she is too "pretending" and is not willing to interact with her. Therefore, in addition to the Pingtan circle, there are also some female artists in other literary and art circles who appreciate her independent personality, there are almost no friends.

Especially for rich friends, even fewer people can afford to pay.

"When will Boss Yu return to Shanghai?"

"It was not said in the telegram, but it should be back soon." Qiao'er said.

"I want to go out tomorrow to visit a few friends. You can rent a car for me at the car shop. Don't rent it for too long. One week will be enough." Liang Xueqin ordered.

"A car or rickshaw?"

"Car." Liang Xueqin gritted her teeth and said. After suffering a loss, she became more concerned about her safety. She was afraid of encountering such a kidnapping again.

For cars, it is safer than an open rickshaw.

"That's not that even the driver has to rent it together. Lao Cai and I don't know how to drive." Qiao'er said.

"Will no one drive a car when we listen to Xuelou?" Liang Xueqin asked.

"It seems that there is no." Lao Cai and Qiaoer thought about it carefully, shook their heads together.

Qiaoer suddenly remembered and said, "Sister Xueqin, I know there is someone who can drive, but if I say it, don't scold me?"

"What do I scold you for doing? Tell me, who is it?"

"Xiao Qi." Qiao'er said.

"Qiao'er, are you having contact with Xiaoqi in secret?" Liang Xueqin immediately reacted and asked.

"Xiao Qi said that since the third brother entered No. 76, he has never seen him, and he doesn't know what the third brother is doing. He thought the third brother would come to listen to Xuelou, so he often came to see him, but he didn't dare to come in, so..." Qiaoer explained.

"Boss Qin is worried about finding a reliable driver. Lao Cai thinks Xiaoqi is a suitable candidate. He is at least a person who knows the foundation and is a third brother, so he will never harm you." Lao Cai said.

"Qiao'er, do you know where Xiaoqi lives?"
Chapter completed!