City: I became a rich second-generation villain

"Pursue your sister? You think too much." Wang Haoran smiled.

Does Fang Xuan still need to pursue?The bed sheets have been rolled twice, and they are still chasing a fart.

"Pretending to be garlic, you don't want to pursue my sister, so why are you so kind to my family?" Fang Heng didn't believe it, and despised:

"Don't think that you are great just because you have a few stinky money. I have money too."

As he said that, he took out a half-meter-long scroll that he carried with him, "Have you seen this thing? Someone asked for 400 million yuan, but I didn't sell it!"

Hearing this, Fang Xuan's heart skipped a beat.

The asking price is 400 million?This must be Wang Haoran's babysitter!

My brother is so stupid, why don't you sell the things?

"What is this?" Wang Haoran pretended to be surprised.

"The picture of drinking horses in Zhao Mengfu, but you must not know it, maybe you don't even know who Zhao Mengfu is." Fang Heng said sarcastically.

The reason why this ancient painting was not sold was because Fang Heng wanted to use the ancient painting to smack the faces of the mother and child in the next bed.

The aunt in the next bed was bragging all day long about her son's annual salary of one million.

If he went to Guhe Street to find a painting, it would be worth his son's work for several years.

It must be able to hit their faces with thunderbolts.

It's just a pity that people were driven away by Wang Haoran.

aside.

Fang Xuan just felt so ashamed.

She knows this brother best. He didn't study hard in middle school, and his grades were mediocre. Recently, after reading a few antique books, he felt that he was someone special.

It's just silly enough.

In her opinion, if Wang Haoran didn't find a babysitter, it would be difficult to sell this broken painting for dozens of yuan.

"I have heard of Zhao Mengfu. The famous painters, calligraphers and poets from the end of the Southern Song Dynasty to the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty were called the crown of the Yuan people. They created a new style of painting in the Yuan Dynasty. Together with Ouyang, Yan and Liu, they became the four masters of regular script. .” Wang Haoran said slowly.

As a top student, I still have this bit of knowledge reserve.

Fang Heng was stunned.

He only found out by the Golden Finger that this is Zhao Mengfu's picture of drinking a horse, and he doesn't know much about Zhao Mengfu.

"I didn't expect you to know this, it's not bad." Fang Heng commented on Wang Haoran in an old-fashioned way.

"Xiao Heng, can this painting really sell for so much money?!"

Fang Xuan's mother asked in disbelief.

"It's absolutely true!" Fang Heng said in a firm tone:

"Last time I sold an antique for 500 million yuan, but I still have time to tell you that this is my second treasure. Someone offered 400 million yuan. Your son and I have an extraordinary talent for appraising treasures. In the future, our family will definitely live a prosperous life!"

"Besides, I have already spent money to ask people to go to various places to find kidney sources. After you find the kidney source, your illness, Mom, will be cured."

"You can rest assured and enjoy the blessings when you are cured!"

"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 again." Fang Xuan's tone was firm.

The family is indeed not short of money, half of the 1000 million promised by Wang Haoran has already reached Fang Heng's hands.

"Great, great...my son is promising." Fang Xuan's mother burst into tears with excitement.

Seeing this, Fang Heng also felt extremely honored.

Wang Haoran watched silently for a while, then suddenly said:

"I'm quite interested in collecting paintings. Do you sell this picture of drinking horses?"

"Someone offered 400 million and I didn't sell it. How much can you offer?" Fang Heng asked.

"500 million, if you want, I can send you the money now." Wang Haoran said cleanly.

"Okay, deal!" Fang Heng didn't ink.

He had inquired about it a long time ago. This picture of drinking a horse was put on the market, and the highest price was about 450 million to 480 million.

Wang Haoran bid 500 million, which is considered very high.

Although Fang Heng hated the other party, he would not make things difficult for money.

Wang Haoran immediately started to operate on the banking software, and soon a 24-hour dedicated account manager called to confirm the transfer.

In less than 10 minutes, 500 million was successfully transferred to Fang Heng's account.

Seeing this scene, Fang Xuan was relieved a lot.

Wang Haoran is really trustworthy, saying that 1000 million is really not a cent short.

[Ding, the host manipulated behind the scenes, causing the protagonist Fang Heng to show off his failure to the heroine Fang Xuan after earning the second pot of gold, and get 200 villain points! 】

"It's yours." Fang Heng handed out the scroll.

Wang Haoran didn't pick it up, but asked the driver to do it for him.

From the beginning to the end, he didn't even open the scroll to take a look.

Fang Heng was extremely surprised by this.

However, Fang Xuan didn't find it strange at all.

Wang Haoran just wanted to give money in this way, and the paintings were not important at all.

Of course there is no need to look.

Chapter 78

"You don't even look at it?" Fang Heng couldn't help asking.

"Don't look at it."

"That's up to you, but this picture of drinking a horse is indeed authentic, you don't have to doubt it."