Han Yi!

It turned out to be Han Yi, the scumbag.

This is one of Jiangnan's favorite wronged bosses.

"Little girl, I'll kill you!"

But at this moment, suddenly there was another human: "Three million and one million dollars!" ”

The crowd turned their eyes to the person with the new offer.

Jiang Nan also followed the sound and looked over, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

"Du Can, this idiot!"

Some time ago, because of Du Can's repeated escape from marriage, the Du family directly cut off Du Can's financial income, and all bank cards and credit cards were frozen.

Later, he and Tian Tian completed their engagement, and Du Can's bank and credit cards could be reused.

The Du family is just an ordinary emerging family in Yanjing, with total family assets of about four or five billion yuan, and Du Can can dispose of only 200 million yuan.

In other words, the $31 million offer almost emptied Du Can's pocket.

If it was really a precious work of art, he quoted a sketch that he had scribbled casually and was worthless for a dollar.

Although the money eventually fell into Jiangnan's hands, it was impossible for Jiangnan to pit Du Can's money, so the money would still be returned to Du Can, so Jiangnan's way of making money was completely destroyed by Du Can.

Abstract painting exhibition area.

Han Yi turned his head to look at Du Can, his brows furrowed slightly: "Du Can, what do you mean?" ”

"What do you mean? I like Master Angela's paintings and would like to buy them, can't you? Du Can said directly.

He was particularly unhappy with Han Yi now.

Five years ago, as soon as Jiang Nan died, this bastard began to violently pursue tranquility.

There is no concept that a friend's wife cannot be bullied.

Now it has repeatedly exported to Jiangnan.

Du Can had already held back the fire in his heart.

"Can you read this painting?" Han Yi said coldly.

Du Can turned his head and glanced at the painting: "You know? ”

Han Yi showed a disdainful expression: "Art idiots also came to see the excitement." ”

"You! Okay, tell me, what does this painting mean? Du Can said.

"The lines of this painting, although rough, are the expression of abstract painting. The painting is not in the form of an anti-war priest or a fish with wings, but a pair of hands holding Buddha. This means happiness and auspiciousness in life. Han Yi's interpretation is the Tao.

Jiang Nan was about to laugh in the adult exhibition area.

"Hahaha, it's amazing, I don't even see it."

Angela's face was black.

She felt that her art had been trampled on by Jiangnan, but she couldn't refute it.

Jiang Nan is right, her so-called fans of abstract painting don't understand her art at all, they chase her identity as a supermodel, not as an abstract painter.

The results of the experiment were fatal for Angela, who regards art as her life.

For the first time in several years, she recognized the reality of the dreams she had been weaving.

Abstract painting exhibition area.

Han Yi finished interpreting, then looked at Du Can and smiled coldly: "And, as far as I know, you shouldn't have that much money, right?" ”

"Don't worry about it, since I have quoted the price, I have the ability to come up with the money. If I can't, then I'd rather be fined liquidated damages. Du Can said.

"You!" Han Yi took a deep breath, and then a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes: "Three and five million dollars!" ”

Du Can's scalp was numb.

Honestly, this is already out of his budget.

If his father refuses to fill the gap for him, then not only will he not be able to take Angela's painting, but he will also have to pay one-fifth of the quoted liquidated damages, which is $5 million.

But as soon as he looked up and saw Han Yi smirking triumphantly, he was angry again, and gritted his teeth: "Three million dollars!" ”

"Humph!" Han Yi sneered: "It's really stubborn." 50 million dollars! ”

Du Can's face was covered with sweat, and he opened his mouth several times, but he didn't make a sound.

This is already a serious overrun.

If my father knew that he bought a painting for 50 million, he would really break his leg.

"However, when I saw Han Yi's face, Lao Tzu was angry!"

At this time, An Lei walked over, pulled La Ducan's clothes, and shook her head at him.

"Alas!" Du Can had no choice but to give up.

Han Yi smiled triumphantly and said to the staff standing next to him, "I want this painting." ”

"Please go here and go through the formalities."

Then, the staff led Han Yi and left.

Half an hour later, the staff came in with a bank card: "Miss Angela, I just sold an abstract painting for $50 million, and there is $45 million left after tax deduction, all in this bank card." ”

This is a special bearer bank card with no password.

Jiang Nan grinned, stretched out his hand and picked up the bank and put it in his pocket.

"Hey, what are you doing? It's Miss Angela's money......"

"Forget it, the money is his. You go out first. Angela said lightly.

"Then it's better to be respectful than to obey." Jiang Nan put the bank card in the inner pocket of his clothes, pressed it with his hand, and said in his heart: "Call 200 million yuan in hand." ”

Since being reminded by An Lei, Jiang Nan has searched for some information on the Internet.

An Lei is right, reclamation is really a huge project.

Jiangnan has budgeted for the project in accordance with the minimum standards for submarine bases, and at least 3 billion yuan will be invested in the early stage.

At present, there are only 500 million yuan in the civet cat's account from Anka, as well as the reward received some time ago for his meritorious service in the port to fight terrorism, about 50 million yuan, plus various other savings, the civet cat's account is only 600 million yuan. Coupled with the 200 million yuan earned today, there is still a gap of 2.2 billion yuan from the budget of 3 billion.

"Hah! It's so hard to make money! ”

Jiang Nan's excitement just now was poured cold water again.

"Hmm, you won't leave after taking the money? Do you want to stay and see my **self-portrait? At this time, Angela's cold voice came.

Jiang Nan cleaned up his emotions and frowned slightly: "Don't you let me see it?" Isn't that what I'm here for? ”

"Then what are you using me to make money?"

"By the way, of course." Jiang Nan took it for granted: "Do you think that you are noble, and others can't use you to make money?" ”

Angela's face was dark.

She has attracted much attention since her debut, and her popularity remains high.

In the flattery and slapping of everyone, Angela gradually became impetuous and conceited.

Under the dazzling lights, in the crowd, Angela completely forgot about her before her debut.

That little girl who no one cares about, but is simple, kind, and gentle.

"Hey, Miss Angela, do I want to ask you something?" Jiangnan said suddenly.

"What?" Angela said coldly.

"Have you ever had a troubled conscience over the years?" Jiangnan said suddenly.

"What do you mean?!"

Jiangnan took out a cigarette and a lighter from his pocket and lit them.

"Don't smoke here!" Angela scolded.

But Jiangnan ignored her, he took a puff of his cigarette and spat all the smoke into Angela's face.

"Ahem!" Angela was furious, and she was about to call the security guards.

Jiang Nan spoke again.