"Brother..." Tang Wan called out hesitantly.
Tang Jie trembled slightly and felt inexplicably nervous at the bottom of his heart. He had a hunch that his sister seemed to have something to say.
Tang Wan murmured dejectedly, "If you still regard me as your sister, please don't hurt Zhou Chen anymore..."
Tang Jie took a hard drag on his cigarette and laughed wryly. "Do you mean that if I continue to stop him, you won't recognize me as your brother anymore?" When he said this sentence, Tang Jie's nose felt a bit sour, and it was as if his heart had been pricked by a needle.
Both parents had their own businesses. After giving birth to Tang Wan, the mother returned to the workplace in the third month. Tang Wan grew up under his care. He watched her sucking on a milk bottle non-stop. He watched her learn to walk after learning to crawl. The first sentence she learned was "brother". At that time, he showed off to his parents for a long time. Every time after school, when the driver came to pick him up, little Tang Wan would always lie by the window and stare at the school gate. When she saw him walk out of the school gate, the little cutie would pat the car window and make a fuss.
As they grew older, the affection between the siblings grew deeper. In college, a close friend said, "Brother Jie, you spoil your sister so much. When she gets married in the future, won't you be crying?" At that moment, Tang Jie was stunned for a long time. He had never thought about this problem. He felt that no one in this world was worthy of his sister.
In fact, before Tang Wan's college entrance examination, he had already noticed some abnormalities. When she sat at her desk reading a book, she would occasionally stare at the book and secretly smile. Every time she went to school, she would be extremely happy , as if looking forward to something. And every weekend, she would always complain that time passed too slowly. After all, Tang Jie was someone who had been through it. When he was in high school, he also had a crush. He guessed that Tang Wan might be in love. But he didn't dare to investigate. He was afraid that he couldn't accept the fact. If possible, he would rather be kept in the dark forever. However, contrary to his wishes, he still learned about the matter between Tang Wan and Zhou Chen. It was his fiancée, Lin Qingxi, who told him. When he first received this news, Tang Jie was like being struck by lightning. He considered for a long time whether to take his sister's feelings into account or drive Zhou Chen away. After much thought, he chose the latter. But what he never expected was that his sister, whom he had doted on since childhood, would actually have the idea of cutting off relations with him for that man. Tang Jie sat dazedly on the hotel sofa, unaware that the cigarette butt in his hand had burned his finger.
"Brother... Are you... Are you okay!" After a long time without hearing Tang Jie speak, Tang Wan asked in a trembling voice. She was also feeling bad inside... On one side was her own brother who had spoiled her like the apple of his eye since childhood, and on the other side was the man she had had a crush on for two years and finally got together .
"I... I'm fine!" Tang Jie responded in a hoarse voice and extinguished the scalding cigarette butt with his fingers.
"Brother... I'm sorry!" Tang Wan deeply knew that she had hurt her brother. She felt guilty and burst into tears. Tang Jie let out a bitter laugh. "I will tell them not to cause trouble for Zhou Chen anymore!"
"Brother, thank you!" Tang Wan pursed her lips and sobbed. Tang Jie hung up the phone, leaned against the sofa, closed his eyes, and sighed slightly.
...
Before Zhou Chen reached the studio, he received a call from Wu Qiang. Wu Qiang had already arrived at the gate of Jiangzhou University. Zhou Chen asked the taxi driver to return by the same route. After picking up Wu Qiang, he then returned by the same route. Before he could even say a word to Wu Qiang, the phone rang again. This time it was a strange number with six eights at the end. Zhou Chen answered the phone, and a deep voice came from the other end: "Excuse me, are you Zhou Chen from Jiangzhou University?" Zhou Chen replied: "It's me. May I ask who you are..."
"Guo Yuncong..."
"Guo... Boss Guo!" Zhou Chen's pupils shrank slightly. At the same time, he began to feel nervous and subconsciously tightened the picture of Success Immediately in his arms. This picture of Success Immediately originally belonged to Guo Yuncong. He had bought it first. Would he cause trouble for him?
"Don't be nervous, just treat me as an ordinary person!" Guo Yuncong tried his best to sound approachable. Zhou Chen calmed down and asked: "Mr. Guo, what do you want from me?" Guo Yuncong asked with a smile: "Did you buy the photos of "Success Now" from Jubao Pavilion?"
"yes!"
"Sell me that painting for 500000yuan!" Guo Yuncong directly offered a price that ordinary people could not refuse.
Without hesitation, Zhou Chen said, "I'm sorry, Boss Guo. I won't sell this painting."
Guo Yuncong frowned slightly. "Young man, five hundred thousand is enough for you to buy a house and a car. You can live a very comfortable life with this five hundred thousand."
Zhou Chen smiled and said, "Since Boss Guo has called, I won't hide anything. I won't sell this painting for less than four million."
There was also a strange driver in the car, so Zhou Chen didn't mention the unit.
Guo Yuncong also knew that Zhou Chen was talking about four million. After all, as the richest person in Jiangzhou with a net worth of up to one billion, he naturally wouldn't be shocked by this number. He just said indifferently, "I'll add another five hundred thousand for you. You only have one night to consider."
After saying this, Guo Yuncong hung up directly.
According to rumors in the circle, among a batch of high-quality imitation calligraphy and paintings sold in Panjiayuan three months ago, a genuine work by Master Xu Beihong was mixed in.
He spent more than two hundred thousand to find out which antique shops had bought that batch of goods.
In these three months...
He has visited antique shops in several cities and bought all the calligraphy and paintings of Xu Beihong.
Whether they are genuine or not, he takes them all.
Jubao Pavilion is his last stop.
The owner of Jubao Pavilion claims that there are only two calligraphy and paintings by Xu Beihong in the store, and one of them has just been bought.
That is to say, the young man he met when he just arrived at the store is very likely to have bought that genuine work.
Guo Yuncong leaned on the boss chair and lit a cigar.
He is not interested in antique calligraphy and paintings, but recently a construction project needs land.
There are more than ten real estate developers eyeing that piece of land, so some rather improper competition methods have emerged. The father of the approver is particularly fond of calligraphy and paintings by Master Xu Beihong. Many competitors have taken this as a breakthrough point and are seeking genuine works by Master Xu Beihong in the market.
Jingle! The landline rang. Guo Yuncong picked up the phone and answered. A deep voice came from the other end of the phone: "Boss, people from Wanxing Real Estate have also gone to Jubao Pavilion!" Guo Yuncong's face instantly darkened.
...
The taxi that Zhou Chen and Wu Qiang were in passed by Qingjiang Bridge. Qingjiang is a river that runs through Jiangzhou. One section of the river is very wide, just like the belly of a python after swallowing a large yellow ox. That area is called Wangjiang District. Zhou Chen looked into the distance through the window. Wangjiang District is about to be developed. In the future, it will become the most luxurious development zone in Jiangzhou. House prices have soared from the current 3,200 to 9,000. After the 2008 world financial crisis, house prices across the country skyrocketed. House prices in Wangjiang District underwent a second transformation and broke through the 20,000 mark. In 2014, after years of rising house prices, the market gradually softened. The authorities lifted the purchase restriction policy, and a large number of businessmen purchased properties, leading to a new high in house prices. Zhou Chen had a dry mouth and his eyes sparkled. Wangjiang District is a coveted piece of cake, and he must definitely take a large piece. Suddenly, Zhou Chen narrowed his eyes... He was very curious why Guo Yuncong would personally go to Jiangxian County to search for antiques. If he likes this calligraphy and painting, then why would he sell it for more than three million? Three million is an unimaginable astronomical figure for ordinary people in this era, but it is just a drop in the bucket for Guo Yuncong who has a net worth of one billion!