Little Luban, the miraculous doctor of the female president

Jiang Yufeng and Chen Qingzi found a small restaurant nearby, and they had dinner while chatting.

"You met Xinran's father in a taxi, right?"

"Uh...yeah, he's too busy, so..."

Jiang Yufeng chuckled and followed Chen Qingzi's words.

"Xin Ran doesn't have a mother, his father is in the car all day, and such a small child has to take care of himself. It's really difficult for her."

"The academic performance is still so good, so I will be promising in the future." Jiang Yufeng also used what Chen Qingzi told him before.

"Oh! With such a disease, who knows if there will be a future."

Chen Qingzi sighed suddenly.

Hearing that Zhou Xinran was ill, Jiang Yufeng was quite surprised, and suddenly understood why the old crow would do anything as long as he was paid.

Jiang Yufeng wanted to ask what the disease was, but he couldn't ask directly.

"Is she doing well at school? Is she not sick?"

"Hehe," Chen Qingzi laughed suddenly, "What are you talking about? What kind of disease is leukemia? As long as you take protective measures and don't get infected or get injured, there's no big problem."

"It's because I didn't speak well. I just want to ask if Xinran is okay at school? I'm relieved to hear you say that."

Jiang Yufeng wanted to ask Chen Qingzi for Lao Ya's phone number, but he didn't know how to ask so that he wouldn't look strange, after all, he was pretending to be his friend.

After thinking for a while, I suddenly had an idea.

"Mr. Chen knows the situation so well, did you go to Xinran's house for a home visit?"

"Of course, Xinran went to school with an illness and her grades were among the best. The teacher must understand the situation and care about her so that she can help her better."

"That's it, Mr. Chen, you see we know each other. Next time you visit Xinran's house, I will go with you."

Chen Qingzi looked at Jiang Yufeng with strange eyes, "Why? You are friends, you can go whenever you want."

Jiang Yufeng had already thought about what to say.

"I want to buy something for Xinran's family in your name. You know, Xinran's father is very strong. If I give it to him directly, he won't accept it."

"Oh, that's right. You are really a nice person. That's fine. I'll help you."

"Thank you so much, Mr. Chen, when are you going?"

"Not necessarily, it depends on the work arrangement."

"Probably?" Jiang Yufeng didn't want to wait too long.

Chen Qingzi glanced at the time, "Yeah, it's getting late, I have to go home."

"Mr. Chen, you haven't told me when to visit my home?"

"Tomorrow you'll find out."

"Tomorrow? Tomorrow is the weekend."

"I know, goodbye."

Chen Qingzi took a taxi on the street and left.

Jiang Yufeng was a little depressed, why didn't this man speak clearly?
She won't go to work tomorrow weekend, and she won't leave a call. What's the matter?

If you don't want to help, just say it, it's a waste of emotion.

After returning home, Jiang Yufeng lay on the sofa, looked at Zhou Xinran's pale face in the phone photo album, and felt that the child was a little pitiful.

My mother is gone, I am terminally ill, and my father is a desperado, it's too miserable.

After staring at the child's blurred eyes for a long time, Jiang Yufeng felt that the child's eyes were a little scary.

Cold and emotionless, without the innocence of a child at all, this feeling is very similar to her father's, only a little less hostile than her father.

Anyway, today I saw the old crow's face.

Although it is still not [-]% sure that he is the old crow, the possibility is very high. If they meet again, Jiang Yufeng will definitely recognize him.

When she woke up, Ling Yao had already made breakfast and went to work.

Someone sent an invitation early in the morning, and the birthday party was held at the largest restaurant in the Jiang family, Zuixianlou.

Jiang Yufeng ate a couple of casual bites and went out.

Today is Jiang Ruhai's 66th birthday, Jiang Yufeng has to do a lot of work to join in the fun, and he has to prepare for the birthday gift.

For Jiang Ruhai's birthday, many members of the Jiang family will definitely come. Jiang Yufeng wants to settle accounts with Jiang Ruhai in front of the Jiang family.

It is not enough to just return the house, even the family property should be returned together.

This kind of matter cannot be discussed with them in private, Jiang Yuhao is stupid, Jiang Yuchen is too treacherous, Jiang Ruhai doesn't show up easily, the birthday party is the best time.

Like all rich old men, Jiang Ruhai likes calligraphy, painting and antiques.

Jiang Yufeng has more than 100 million in his account. If you buy antiques, you can't buy anything decent. It's okay to spend tens of thousands on calligraphy and paintings to fool around.

So Jiang Yufeng went to the place where antique calligraphy and paintings were sold, and found that it was really a sinkhole.

Especially in those shops, there are few genuine products, but the prices are frighteningly high.

Jiang Yufeng took a stroll around, but found a good thing at a roadside stall.

It was a poorly crafted landscape painting that was poorly imitated, and it hung on the wooden shelf of the booth, swinging back and forth in the wind.

"Boss, how much is this painting?" Jiang Yufeng stopped and asked.

The boss was shaving his teeth, and when he saw someone asking the price, he got so excited that the toothpick pierced his mouth.

"Heh, this boss, you have a good eye. This painting of mine is the painting of Liu Dayuan, a famous painter 500 years ago. You can see that the rocks are steep, the pines are beautiful, and the layout of the picture is exquisite. Look at this..."

"Come on, boss, don't fool me. Liu Dayuan is a master of painting tigers. When did you paint landscapes?"

The boss blushed, "This... this painting is called the Tiger Roaring Mountain Forest. If you look at the environment, you can see that there are tigers, but the master is so good because he didn't paint tigers, but when people look at this The scenery can be associated with tigers, do you think it is bullish or not?"

"You have such a good mouth, you can tell the truth if you are dead, tell me, how much is this fake painting of yours?"

The boss wiped off his sweat, seeing that Jiang Yufeng couldn't be fooled, so he didn't give up, stretched out two fingers and said, "20, take it!"

"How much?!" Jiang Yufeng frowned.

The boss smiled guiltyly, and said, "I think you bought it sincerely, or...or 15!"

Jiang Yufeng sneered and said nothing.

The boss thought about it for a while, and then said: "One hundred thousand, no less!"

Jiang Yufeng walked up to the painting, held it carefully for a while, then stretched out a finger and said, "Ten thousand, I'll take it if you sell it."

"Ten thousand? Just kidding, it's too little. Boss, you are going to piss off Liu Dayuan."

"That's it."

Jiang Yufeng lifted his legs and left.

"Sell it! Boss, don't go!"

Although the owner of calligraphy and painting was nagging that he had to pay for his death, he was still very happy in his heart. His painting was not a work of a famous artist at all, it was just a folk calligraphy and painting, and Liu Dayuan's name and seal were all added by him later.

He scolded Jiang Yufeng in his heart, but Jiang Yufeng felt that he had taken a big advantage.

This calligraphy and painting is not an ordinary calligraphy and painting. Jiang Yufeng saw the clue at a glance. In fact, there is a real painting under this painting, and the one on top is just for protection. A layer of worthless fake painting.

And the painting below is the authentic work of the most famous "Tiger Roaring in the Mountain Forest" by the painting saint Liu Dayuan.