"Mom, here I am."
Fang Heng was beaming and brought a large bag of things into the ward, but when he saw one more person in the ward that he didn't want to see, he couldn't help but scowled again.
"Yeah, what are you doing here with the rich second generation who pampered you?" Fang Heng said with a strange yin and yang.
"Xiao Heng, don't be rude, he came to visit his mother specially." Fang Xuan reprimanded.
"If you have nothing to do, you will be thievery." Fang Heng curled his lips.
Fang Xuan was a little displeased, but did not continue to reprimand, after all, Fang Heng is her younger brother, and she has no reason to help others to criticize her younger brother.
Besides, Fang Xuan felt that Wang Haoran was quite bad.
However, she didn't feel any disgust for Wang Haoran, and even felt like she wanted to get close.
This is a very contradictory psychology.
"Xiao Heng, this is your sister's friend, you must not be disrespectful to others, otherwise I will knock you on the head!"
Fang Xuan's mother was very grateful that he had just stepped up to teach the mother and son next door, so she blamed her son in dissatisfaction.
"Okay, I'll be polite." Fang Heng reluctantly reluctantly agreed, took an apple out of the bag, and threw it to Wang Haoran.
"Please eat!"
Wang Haoran reached out and took it easily, but did not eat.
Firstly, he doesn't like to eat apples, secondly, the apples are not washed.
This Fang Heng Nima is deliberately doing things.
If it wasn't for the purpose of stalking the wool, Wang Haoran wanted to throw the apple back, and directly knocked Fang Heng's face crooked.
But after thinking about it, Wang Haoran still didn't do that.
Let this kid be proud of him, and when the wool is finished, he will suffer.
"Xiao Heng, these apples haven't been washed, why are you eating them for the guests?" Fang Xuan's mother scolded.
"Hey, how could a rich second-generation like him like to eat apples, a common people's food, and he wouldn't be able to eat it after washing, so why bother." Fang Heng said with sarcasm.
Fang Xuan's mother's face condensed, and she wanted to blame, but Fang Heng took the lead and changed the subject:
"Where is the annoying mother and son in the bed next door?"
"I was driven away, I guess I changed beds, and I won't live here anymore." Fang Xuan said.
"What's the matter?" Fang Heng asked.
Fang Xuan heard it from her mother and relayed it to Fang Heng.
When Fang Heng heard this, he was not grateful, but looked at Wang Haoran with some irritation.
He was ready to teach the pesky mother and child by himself, and let out the ill-will he had suffered for a long time.
I don't want to be driven away by the troubled Wang Haoran.
Fang Heng was very depressed.
"You are so good to my family for no reason. I think you want to pursue my sister, right?" Fang Heng stared at Wang Haoran.
"Pursuing your sister? You think too much." Wang Haoran smiled.
Does Fang Xuan still use pursuit? The sheets have been rolled twice, and they are still pursuing a fart.
"Pretending to be garlic, you don't want to pursue my sister, then why are you being so good to my family." Fang Heng was not convinced, and scorned:
"Don't think that you have a few stinky money, you think you are great, and I have money too."
As he said, he took out the one and a half-meter-long scroll he was carrying with him, "Did you see this thing? Someone offered a price of four million and I didn't sell it!"
Upon hearing this, Fang Xuan's heart moved.
Offer four million? This must be the childcare that Wang Haoran is looking for!
My brother is so stupid, why not sell things?
"What is this?" Wang Haoran pretended to be surprised.
"The picture of drinking horses in Zhao Meng Mansion, but you definitely don't know. Maybe you don't even know who Zhao Meng Mansion is." Fang Heng said with sarcasm.
The reason why he didn't sell this ancient painting was because Fang Heng wanted to take the ancient painting and hit the face of the mother and son in the bed next door.
The aunt in the bed next door talked and closed her mouth all day to show off her son's annual salary of one million.
Going to Furukawa Street to buy a painting on his own will be worth his son's work for several years.
It must be able to slap them in the face.
It's just a pity that people were driven away by Wang Haoran.
Aside.
Fang Xuan just feels embarrassed.
She knows this brother best. She didn't study seriously in middle school, and his grades were mediocre. Recently, after reading a few antique books, she felt that she was a person.
It's silly enough.
In her opinion, if it weren't for Wang Haoran to find a childcare, it would be difficult for this broken painting to sell for dozens of dollars.
"I have heard of Zhao Mengfu. From the end of the Southern Song Dynasty to the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, famous painters, calligraphers and poets were called the crown of the Yuan Dynasty. They created a new style of painting in the Yuan Dynasty. They joined Ouyang, Yan, and Liu as the four masters of regular script. "Wang Haoran said slowly.
As a student master, this knowledge reserve is still there.
Fang Heng was stunned.
He only learned from the golden finger that this was Zhao Mengfu's horse drinking picture, and he didn't know much about Zhao Mengfu.
"Unexpectedly, you still know this. It's not bad." Fang Heng commented on Wang Haoran from the boss of Jianbao, old-fashioned.
"Xiao Heng, can this painting really sell for so much money?!"
Fang Xuan's mother asked incredulously.
"It's true!" Fang Heng said in a firm tone:
"Last time I had sold a 5 million antique, but I still have time to tell you that this is the second time I bought a treasure. Someone offered a price of 4 million. Your son, me, has an extraordinary talent for Jianbao's business. In the future, our family can definitely live a rich life!"
"Furthermore, I have already spent money to entrust people to various places to find the source of the kidney. After the source of the kidney is found, mother, your illness will be cured."
"You can wait for the cure and enjoy the blessing!"
"Xiaoxuan, is this true?" Fang Xuan's mother couldn't believe it, so she asked Fang Xuan.
"Mom, it's true. The family has money, a lot of money, and our family will never worry about money anymore." Fang Xuan's tone was determined.
There is indeed no shortage of money at home. Half of the 10 million that Wang Haoran promised has reached Fang Heng's hands.
"It's great, great... my son is promising." Fang Xuan's mother was so excited that she was crying.
When Fang Heng saw this, he also felt incomparable glory.
Wang Haoran watched silently for a while, then suddenly said:
"I'm quite interested in collecting paintings, can you sell the drinking horse pictures?"
"Someone bid 4 million and I didn't sell it. How much can you make?" Fang Heng asked.
"5 million, if you are willing, I can give you money now." Wang Haoran said cleanly.
"Okay, deal!" Fang Heng didn't write any ink.
He had already inquired about this picture of drinking horses on the market, and it sold for about 4.5 million to 4.8 million.
Wang Haoran's bid of 5 million is already very high.
Although Fang Heng hated the other party, he would not have trouble with money.
Wang Haoran immediately started operating on the banking software, and soon a 24-hour dedicated account manager called to confirm the transfer.
In less than ten minutes, the 5 million yuan was successfully paid to Fang Heng's account.
Fang Xuan saw this scene and felt relieved a lot.
Wang Haoran really talks about credit, saying that 10 million is really no less.
[Ding, the host controls behind the scenes, causing the protagonist Fang Heng to earn a second pot of gold and show off to the heroine Fang Xuan and fail, and get 200 villain points! ]
"It's yours." Fang Heng handed out the scroll.
Wang Haoran did not answer, but asked the driver to do it for him.
From beginning to end, he didn't even open the scroll to take a look.
Fang Heng was extremely surprised at this.
However, Fang Xuan was not surprised at all.
Wang Haoran just wants to give money in this way, the painting is not important at all.
Of course you don't need to see it.