Li Yanan was in a hurry and grabbed Yang Fei's hand.

Yang Fei felt that Li Yanan's hands were pale, slender, and thin, but they were very strong.

"Sister Li, don't worry, listen to me. Yang Fei patted the back of her hand and said softly, "This money came from the right way and was obtained legally." ”

"Tell me clearly, whose money is it?"

"Yours. ”

"I couldn't have had that much money. ”

"Sister Li, do you remember those paintings you threw away?"

"I don't even remember. ”

"I picked it up, in the art gallery of Harvard University in the United States, there were a total of 308 paintings. In your name, I opened two art exhibitions, which sold a total of 50 million US dollars, equivalent to 400 million yuan. ”

"What?" Li Yanan's body trembled slightly, and he couldn't believe Yang Fei's words.

Her paintings that were thrown away as waste paper, Yang Fei sold them for 400 million in the United States?

Yang Fei said with a smile: "I helped you sell it, of course you have to make money, fifty-five points, I will take half of the operating expenses, so you can divide 200 million." Sister Li, what do you think?"

Li Yanan reacted from the shock, shook his head and said, "I can't ask for it." I threw away those paintings, and if you picked them up, they were yours. How much you sell, that's your business, it's all your money, I can't share your money. ”

In fact, she didn't believe Yang Fei's words at all.

Although the paintings she painted were painted with her heart and painstaking time, she never felt that her paintings were worth so much money.

She didn't believe it, and Guo Tao next to her didn't believe it either.

Li Yanan is not a famous painter, she doesn't even have the title of an art academy or art association, can her paintings sell for hundreds of millions?

It's probably a kind lie made up by Yang Fei in order to comfort Li Yanan, right?

Or, Yang Fei wants to borrow Li Yanan to operate the project?

Yang Fei saw through Li Yanan's thoughts and said, "Sister Li, let me tell you a story, you may have heard of this story." ”

Li Yanan looked at him and listened to him.

Yang Fei said: "At the beginning of the 19th century, in Howworth, Yorkshire, in northern England, there was an ordinary farming family, the father was a poor priest of the local Anglican Church, the mother was a housewife, and there were six children, five daughters, and one youngest son. Not long after the birth of her youngest son, her mother died of cancer. ”

Li Yanan's eyes flashed and listened curiously.

Guo Tao also listened to it and said: "Then this family, having lost its mother, is having such a hard time!"

Yang Fei said: "Yes, my father's income is very small, and the life of the whole family is hard and bleak. Howworth is a mountainous area in the middle of nowhere, and young children can only play in the swamps. Fortunately, my father was a graduate of St. John's College, Cambridge, and he was a very knowledgeable person, and he often taught his children to read, instructed them to read books, newspapers and magazines, and told them stories. It's the only pleasure that children have had since their mother's death. ”

"When the children grew up, their father sent them to boarding schools that only the children of the poor attended. Conditions were poor, school rules were strict, children were subjected to corporal punishment all year round, and on Sundays they had to walk miles to church in the cold or heat. Due to the poor conditions, typhoid fever was prevalent at school the following year, and both sisters contracted the disease, and both died of pain within a few days of being sent home. ”

In order to take care of her younger brother's schooling, my sister tried everything to make money, became a tutor, wrote some poems and submitted them to the newspaper, but they were ruthlessly rejected, and one editor even wrote back, writing: Literature is not a woman's cause, nor should it be a woman's cause. Undeterred, the three sisters continued to create happily and co-founded a school, but they never expected that in a few months, instead of waiting for a student, they would wait for an official who came to collect taxes. ”

"Oh my God, these four siblings are really bitter. Li Yanan clenched her heart.

"The dream of running a school is shattered. The three sisters felt that there might be a way out for writing. They collected their poems and published their first book of poems at their own expense. Unfortunately, despite their beautiful poems, they did not gain worldwide attention, and only two copies of the poems were sold. ”

Reality hit the three sisters again and again. Time did not spare them, and soon, they were all thirty years old, and they still had nothing. ”

However, no matter how cruel the world is, the three sisters have always lived an optimistic life, and have never given up the hobby of writing, and they have used all the hardships that life has given them as material for writing. Finally, the three sisters each wrote a long story and sent it to the publishing house, and two of them were accepted and ready to be published, but unfortunately, the third lady's was sent back. ”

The third lady did not give up, she started the creation of another part, and became famous in one fell swoop. ”

"Oh, Miss Three, her name is Charlotte, and her work is called Jane Eyre, and her two sisters, one named Emily, created Wuthering Heights, and the fifth sister, Annie, wrote Agnes Gray. The three sisters, known as the Brontë sisters, are household names in Britain and have a high reputation in the history of world literature. ”

Yang Fei's voice was gentle and magnetic, and he spoke eloquently.

Li Yanan listened and listened, and somehow, she was already in tears.

She was moved by the persistence and non-giving up of the three Brontë sisters, and she was also grateful to Yang Fei for telling this story to enlighten herself.

Yang Fei looked into her eyes and said, "Sister Li, your conditions are better than the three Brontë sisters, I don't know how many times better." You are gold, but you yourself do not know it. The most important thing you should do is to be yourself, pick up your brush, and continue to create. ”

Li Yanan slowly closed her eyes, held her face with both hands, and shook her head gently.

Yang Fei said: "You must not know how popular your paintings are when they are exhibited in the United States! Each of your paintings is sold for an average of 170,000 to 80,000 US dollars! Now, if you go to the United States, you will find out what a well-known Chinese beauty painter you are!"

Guo Tao listened to Yang Fei's story in shock, and said: "There are such things, many painters, flowers bloom in the wall and fragrance outside the wall, Comrade Yanan, you are very amazing! You are a great painter!"

Li Yanan's tears have not stopped.

She was moved by the story Yang Fei told and what Yang Fei did for her.

In this world, she has always been lonely and not understood in her heart.

Her parents, her late husband, her colleagues, her friends, none of them were optimistic about her hobby, and everyone thought that painting was okay as an occasional hobby, but if it was a career, it was wishful thinking, or even a sign of not doing her job.

Only Yang Fei continued to encourage her, support her, and helped her sell her paintings to the United States, and helped her realize her dream of opening an art exhibition at Harvard University, the largest university in the world!

Li Yanan finally couldn't help it, she was desperate, broke through all the worldly obstacles in her heart, threw herself into Yang Fei's arms, hugged him tightly, and let the tears flow freely, wetting his expensive suit.