Feng Qingyi came, and everyone naturally respectfully gave up.

"That's good!"

After staring at the big-character poster on the ground for a few moments, Feng Qingyi nodded approvingly.

This word, although written on inferior white paper, but the strength of the cang, into the wood three points, such as the clouds and dragons. The words he wrote, even if they were joking, but the vulgar was also elegant, and the words that were not inferior to calligraphy were contrasting with each other.

"500,000, I'll buy your authentic handiwork of Yan Zhenqing, and then you give this to me. ”

Feng Qingyi pointed to the big-character poster and said very seriously.

"But yes, but just now this Boss Li said, whoever buys 500,000 is stupid, are you sure you want to buy it?"

When Li Xiangyi heard this, his face turned white with fright.

"No, no, I didn't say that!"

Li Xiangyi hurriedly shook his head in denial, then pointed to the big-character poster and praised it with a thumbs up.

This word is written like a snake, and the content is even more wonderful, and it looks like it is from everyone's hands. 500,000, a thousand is worth 10,000!"

After saying this, beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on Li Xiangyi's forehead.

"When I say I want to buy, I want to buy, and I don't care what anyone says. ”

How could Feng Qingyi have a problem with Li Xiangyi?

How noble is his identity? Li Xiangyi is not worth a second glance at an ant like him.

Buying this big-character poster written by Qin Xuan, in addition to the artistic attainments of this word, Feng Qingyi vaguely saw that between the lines of this big-character poster, there was an incomprehensible atmosphere.

That is the immortal energy that Emperor Xuan sprinkled.

"Deal!" Qin Xuan said.

"Give money. ”

Feng Qingyi said to the entourage behind him.

The entourage opened a check for 500,000 yuan and respectfully handed it to Qin Xuan.

Then, Feng Qingyi picked up the big-character poster and turned around to leave.

"Yan Zhenqing's true handwriting, you haven't taken it yet!"

Qin Xuan called out to Feng Qingyi.

"You and I are destined to give it to you. Feng Qingyi didn't look back.

"Stop!"

Qin Xuan snorted coldly, and then said.

"You're not delivering my stuff!"

As soon as everyone heard this, they immediately looked at Qin Xuan like a fool.

Does this guy know what he just said? He actually said that Master Feng didn't deliver his things?

"If it weren't for Master Feng's appreciation, would your broken word be worth 500,000?" Li Xiangyi saw that Qin Xuan had died by himself, so he naturally wanted to fall into the well and take revenge!

"What I sell is not my words, but Yan Zhenqing's genuine handwriting. ”

Qin Xuan gently broke the frame of the framed words and took out the words inside.

Then, he laid the words on the stone table next to him, washed the brush, dipped it in some water, and drew it on the paper.

Got up?

Is this word layered?

Qin Xuan gently uncovered it, and the words on the stone table revealed its true face.

Qingchen's Qing has three points of water.

Feng Qingyi was shocked, and was so shocked that he couldn't speak for a while.

This is Yan Zhenqing's real handiwork!

It's really Yan Zhenqing's real handiwork!

He loves antique calligraphy and painting, and has collected most of his life, and he has not collected any of the authentic works of the four major families of regular script.

At this moment, he looked at the unwanted word just now, and suddenly showed a hungry look.

"Little friend, how much can I get for this painting?"

Feng Qingyi is not short of money.

No matter how high the price is, as long as he says the number, he can afford it.

"You've already given the money just now, and this piece is yours. ”

After speaking, Qin Xuan got up and left, leaving Feng Qingyi with an impenetrable back.

The true handiwork of Yan Zhenqing was left on the stone table.

That's a treasure worth hundreds of millions!

"Accept that painting first, and then you must find the gentleman just now, I, Feng, I must thank him well!"

Yan Zhenqing's genuine works worth hundreds of millions of dollars will be sold for 500,000?

Why?

Why is that?

Feng Qingyi thought about it, but he couldn't figure it out.

Attached to the First Hospital, Qin Guoqiang and Song Xi waited anxiously at the door of the emergency room.

The door to the emergency room opened, and a small nurse walked out.

"Qin Keke's family, why don't you pay yet?"

"Didn't I give the bank card to Qin Xuan and ask him to pay the bill? It's been a long time, why haven't you come back?" Qin Guoqiang's old face sank, and his heart was very unsteady.

Song Xi hurriedly ran to the toll office.

"May I ask, has Qin Keke's fee been paid?"

"A man came just now, but there wasn't enough money in the card, and he left. ”

"Where did he go?"

"I saw him withdraw money from the ATM at the door, and then I didn't know it. ”

"How much do I have to pay?"

"First deposit 100,000. ”

100,000? As soon as he heard this number, Song Xi's head became bigger.

This year, because of Coco's illness, her savings were almost spent, and Kari only had less than 10,000 yuan, and she had to pay the rent for the next three months in two days.

"Need help?"

A middle-aged man in a white lab coat and gold-rimmed glasses asked gently.

His name is Zhang Hongfan, and he is the chief physician of the First Affiliated Hospital.

Because Coco was sick, Song Xi often ran to the First Affiliated Hospital, and met him.

Although she was married, Zhang Hongfan saw that Song Xi was beautiful, so he kept chasing her. Hinting openly and secretly to Song Xi, as long as he is willing to follow him, Coco's illness, he will find a way.

"No, you don't. ”

Song Xi coldly refused.

Then he turned and walked away to the uninhabited hallway.

She took out her mobile phone, and with the last of her dignity, she called the phone numbers of people she knew a little more well from the address book one by one.

Song Xi is just a small white-collar worker, and the people he knows don't have much money.

I borrowed everything I could, and I made up less than 50,000 yuan.

Qin Xuan went to the bank to redeem the check, deposited the 500,000 yuan into the card, and took a taxi back to the First Affiliated Hospital.

"There are 500,000 in the card, all of which are pre-deposited for the best doctors and the best medicine available. Also, put her in the VIP room for me. ”

This card couldn't be swiped out for 100,000 yuan just now, and it took less than an hour to swipe out 500,000?

The little nurse didn't believe it, but she tried to brush it anyway.

It worked?

It worked!

The little nurse handed over the card and payment slip and reminded her.

"The daily room fee for the VIP ward is 10,000 yuan, although you have 500,000 yuan in advance, but Qin Keke's treatment fee will be very expensive, and the treatment time will be very long, conservatively estimated, you will have to stay in the hospital for two or three months. ”

"Money is not a thing, let her live in the best VIP ward. ”

Although he is a cheap father, Qin Xuan feels that he has to be a father.

Be sure to give Cocoa, the best!

Qin Xuan went to the emergency room.

Song Xi took out all the more than 40,000 yuan he borrowed and his rent for the next three months, scraped together 50,000 yuan, and got the toll office.

"I'll save 50,000 lines for Coco first, and I'll figure out how to do the rest. ”

"Qin Keke's money has already been paid, and 500,000 yuan has been deposited in advance, and the person also asked to transfer her to the VIP ward. The little nurse said.

Someone paid it and transferred it to the VIP ward?

Could it be Zhang Hongfan?

The only person Song Xi can think of is Zhang Hongfan.

Zhang Hongfan often calls her, and although she hardly answers, there are call records on her phone and her number can be found.

After pondering for a while, Song Xi plucked up his courage and sent a text message to Zhang Hongfan.

"Thank you, I'll pay you back!"

Tick!

Zhang Hongfan, who was flirting with the little nurse, saw the text message sent by Song Xi and felt a little inexplicable.

Pay me back? What kind of money?

Just now, Song Xi wanted to pay Qin Keke's hospitalization fee, but he didn't have any money. Could it be that someone paid it for her, she didn't know, and mistakenly thought that this good thing was done by herself?

Zhang Hongfan hurriedly ran to the toll office and asked the little nurse.

"Qin Keke's hospitalization fee has been paid?"

"That's right! A man deposited 500,000 yuan in advance for her and asked her to transfer to the VIP ward. ”

"Okay. ”

Sure enough, as he expected, Zhang Hongfan hurriedly replied to Song Xi with a text message.

"This is what I should do, the doctor is benevolent! Coco's illness needs to be put in a better ward. ”

Looking at Zhang Hongfan's reply, Song Xi suddenly felt.

That man didn't seem to be as bad as he had mistaken before.

The VIP ward attached to the first hospital is very tight, if it weren't for Zhang Hongfan, even if he took the money, he wouldn't be able to live in it.

When he was most helpless and most in need of help, it was he who stood up and helped himself.

I am tired and tired every day, working overtime until late at night, and I can only earn seven or eight thousand in a month.

Half a million?

Even if you don't eat or drink, you have to save for five years to save it all.

Zhang Hongfan's intentions, Song Xi knows.

Her heart is very messy.