Lu Jianzhen smiled and said, "You are only allowed to look from a distance outside the collection room? Huh?
Lu Zhengya: "..."
Even if the others can be compromised, this is absolutely not enough!
He insisted: "You can change your request and want to go in, no!"
His darlings must not be shown to others.
Seeing him here, Lu Jianzhen 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 I had already rejected it once, wouldn't it make Lu Jianzhen very shameless to reject it again?
Lu Jianzhen was upset, what should I do if I didn't teach him to pursue Jinli?
Lu Zhengya thought about it very seriously, feeling that it is not very unbearable to lose a moment of morals for the long-term plan.
He quickly made a decision: "Okay, I promise you. But you are not allowed to show the painting to others!"
Lu Jianzhen snorted, meaning something: "You know my painter, are you sure no one can see it? For example, my other muse?"
Lu Zhengya recalled how Jin Li saw the portrait when she was a teenager.
A little kid who knows nothing can make her admire and marvel, now he has grown more handsome and mature, only better than before...
cough.
President Lu Ba raised his chin slightly, his expression faint: "If it's for art, you can show it when necessary."
From this man named his younger brother, Lu Jianzhen fully realized what a dead duck mouth is.
But her goal has been achieved, and these small problems don't need to be tangled.
She began to guide her younger brother: "Everyone knows that you are the head of the Lu family, and you are rich in a country. Money is nothing to you, right?"
Lu Zhengya felt this was the reason, and he nodded.
Lu Jianzhen continued: "So, if you learn from the wealthy fans on the Internet and cover Jinli’s screen projections in major squares, fans will only think that Lu Zhengya is indeed rich, and indeed a tyrant. I don't think it took much thought and energy, did it?"
Lu Zhengya was lost in thought.
Lu Jianzhen's cell phone prompted the sound.
Lu Zhengya's contemplation was interrupted.
Lu Jianzhen showed his mobile phone screen to Lu Zhengya. It showed the latest news and reports related to Jinli’s birthday. Another local fan who didn’t know where he appeared, rented a suburban area with no restrictions on fireworks, and the live broadcast was Jin Li put on fireworks for two full hours.
Countless fireworks gathered into a red heart 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 can be done by any rich fan.
Compared to his wealth, it is not worth mentioning.
According to Lu Jianzhen, it is: You can feel the charm of money, but you can't perceive your mind. And unique.
He nodded again and looked at Lu Jianzhen: "You are right."
Lu Jianzhen stretched out his hands: "So, the charm of your money is enough. Whether it is for Jinli or fans, it is your heart that can move them more."
"It makes people feel your sincerity."
Lu Zhengya asked anxiously: "Then how can I show my sincerity?"