After the transaction was finalized, Nalan Xuan simply drafted a contract, to the effect that he bought Qin Fan's "Huangzhou Cold Food Post" copied by Wen Zhengming at a price of 13 million, and after checking that there was no problem, he signed a check for 13 million yuan and handed it to Qin Fan. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In 2007, Wen Zhengming's "Poetry Scroll in Cursive Script" was sold for 11.11 million yuan at the special auction of "The Power of Words - Chinese Calligraphy and Seal Carving" launched by Yanjing Kuangshi International Auction Company.

Qin Fan's copy of this copy, belongs to Wen Zhengming's calligraphy in his later years, and the copy is one of the famous three major books in the world, "Huangzhou Cold Food Post", if you get it to the auction company to participate in the auction, you can easily break 10 million. Nalan Xuan bought it at a price of 13 million, which is not cheap, but it is not a loss.

Dude, this is going to be a multi-millionaire?

Qin Fan held the check signed by Nalan Xuan in his hand, and his heart was in a trance, as if he was in a dream. Rao is a human being in his two lives, and he has never earned so much money, if he is not excited or nervous, and his emotions are very stable, he must be pretending.

In this era, the annual income of ordinary working families is less than 30,000 yuan, and 13 million is equivalent to the total income of ordinary families for more than 430 years.

"Damn, can you sell 10 million for a few lines on such a piece of torn paper? No, I have to go back and find out if there is this kind of broken paper at home, and we can have a multimillionaire addiction. ”

Fang Xiaojun was itching, thinking about going home and secretly taking out a few broken characters that Fang Zhenxing had written at home when he was idle and had nothing to do.

"You stinky boy, you are daydreaming, how can there be such a good thing in the world." Qiao Shan scolded with a smile, this Fang Xiaojun is simply a living treasure, which amused the few old men present.

"Hehe, we're not kidding." Fang Xiaojun's old face turned red, and he touched the back of his head with a dry smile.

"Junzi, I don't think you're joking, didn't you just think about going home and stealing those few words written by Uncle Fang and selling them. You are not afraid of being discovered by Uncle Fang and punish you to wash the toilet. ”

Qin Fan has been friends with Fang Xiaojun for so many years, and as soon as he pouted his buttocks, he knew what he was going to fart, and made up for it with a smile.

Seeing that there were more than 10 million collections at this private fair, several collectors present were very interested. It's just that Wu Yaozu couldn't laugh at this time, and his face was as black as the bottom of the pot.

He originally thought that Qin Fan was a poor sling who wanted money but no money, and had no power, and he was not qualified to be his rival in love and compete with him for the heart of the goddess.

Who knew that it had only been a few hours, and this poor sling had turned into a multimillionaire, and he also had a lot of friendship with several business tycoons here. What made Wu Yaozu unbearable the most was that even Miss Meng looked at him differently, and a pair of beautiful eyes fell on Qin Fan without moving away, and he didn't even look at himself.

This made Wu Yaozu, who has always regarded himself very high and thought he was invincible in pickling girls, very frustrated. If it was in normal times, if someone dared to rob a woman with him without knowing whether they were alive or dead, Wu Yaozu would have taken revenge a long time ago. But now, he can't have a seizure, otherwise his father will have to peel off a layer of his skin when he goes back.

Thinking of this, Wu Yaozu's face was gloomy and about to drip water, his heart was extremely aggrieved, his eyes were staring at Qin Fan with resentment, and he was thinking about how to retaliate against Qin Fan by any means after he went back, and get back the lost face.

"Xiaofan, I see that the kid surnamed Wu looks at you a little gloomy, this kid may be coming up with some bad ideas." Fang Xiaojun pursed his lips, this Wu Yaozu looks like a rich son, but he has a bad stomach and a strong sense of jealousy. Even if you think about it with your ass, you know that Qin Fan made him lose such a big face today, this kid will definitely not give up.

"Don't worry about him, whatever tricks you have, buddy."

Qin Fan didn't worry too much, a sinister villain like Wu Yaozu would only play some small tricks in secret. Like this little white face who only dares to make a trick behind his back, Qin Fan has 10,000 ways for him to kneel down and call Dad.

"It's not too early, I think everyone will stay at the old man's place for a light meal at noon, it's all coarse vegetables and light rice, don't mind." Old Man Meng was old, and he was a little tired after watching antiques for so long, so Meng Xiaowei stood up with him.

"Then disturb Meng Lao."

Boss Xu and Manager Qiu came to participate in this private trade fair, and another purpose was to visit the private collection of Mr. Meng.

The old man has loved collecting since he was young, and he has been collecting antiques for most of his life and has found countless treasures, and there are even several national treasures that cannot even be collected in museums. Of course, they can't miss this opportunity, even if they can't buy Meng Lao's private collection, it's still okay to visit it and have a good time.

"Mr. Meng, I won't stay here to eat if I have something to do."

If it hadn't been for the fact that he was slapped in the face by Qin Fan just now, Wu Yaozu would have stayed to eat, and took the opportunity to talk to Meng Xiaowei, a goddess Fang Ze. But at this time, his face was lost, even if his face was thicker than the city wall, he had no face to continue to stay in the Meng family.

"Okay, old man, I won't be reluctant, go back and greet Lao Wu for me."

Old Man Meng and the others did not have a good impression of this Wu Yaozu, and they didn't mean to keep him when they saw that he was leaving, but just politely said hello.

Wu Yaozu glared at Qin Fan fiercely, and left in a stupid manner.

"Hey, why is Huzi missing?"

At this time, Qin Fan suddenly found that the tiger who had been following him didn't know where to run.

"Is the tiger lost? I asked the nearby security guards to help me find out. Meng Xiaowei walked over and searched everywhere in the room, but found no trace of the tiger.

The area of the Meng family's villa is still quite large, and it is indeed not easy to find such a small puppy if it is lost. It would be bad if Huzi ran outside the villa and accidentally fell into the lake.

"This dog is so fat, don't be caught and stewed in a dog meat pot." Fang Xiaojun said with a big grin.

Meng Xiaowei glared at him angrily, and said to Qin Fan, "I have already called the nearby security guards to pay attention, Huzi should not have run far." ”

"Don't worry, Huzi is very smart and won't get lost."

Qin Fan stood on the balcony on the fourth floor of the villa, looked down, and suddenly saw a golden figure walking towards a Porsche sports car cat in the parking space outside the villa.

"Hey, isn't Huzi there?"

Meng Xiaowei and Qin Fan both looked at Huzi with curiosity, not knowing what it was doing there.

Since this Porsche is an open-top sports car, Wu Yaozu forgot to close the roof when he got out of the car, so Huzi easily jumped into the car.

At this time, Wu Yaozu was walking towards his Porsche sports car, and at a glance he spotted the tiger that had scurried into the sports car.

Seeing this scene, Wu Yaozu suddenly chuckled in his heart, and suddenly had a bad premonition.

"Dead dog, get me down! If you dare to break my sports car, I'll kill you! Wu Yaozu shouted angrily.

Huzi turned his head and glanced at Wu Yaozu, who was thunderous, and then spread his legs...... happily in his sports car.

Suddenly, one of Wu Yaozu's faces turned iron blue.

He had just bought this Porsche sports car, and he had only driven it a few times, and it was still brand new. As soon as I drove out today and pretended to be a force, I was spilled a bubble of angry dog urine on the car by this damn dog.

I saw Huzi pouting his fat buttocks, happily sprinkling a soak of urine on the driver's seat of the sports car, shaking the hair on his body, and scratching a few claw marks on the leather seat before leaving, before jumping out of the Porsche sports car with satisfaction.

"Damn, Xiaofan, you dog is a sperm." Fang Xiaojun shouted exaggeratedly, and made up his mind in his heart that he couldn't provoke Huzi anymore, otherwise when Huzi would give him a bubble, his face would be embarrassed.

Meng Xiaowei sneered, and glanced at Qin Fan with a charming look, "It is said that dogs follow their masters, which is really not wrong at all." Huzi, like you, the master, has a bad stomach. ”

"Wronged, when did I get bad in my stomach." Qin Fan shouted that he was wronged, he didn't want to carry this pot.

At this time, Wu Yaozu saw Huzi finish peeing, shook his ass and left, and almost fainted.

"You wait for Lao Tzu, and one day there will be a time when you regret it."

Wu Yaozu trotted over and pulled the car door hatefully, and a smell of urine came to his face, almost throwing him up.

In the end, Wu Yaozu finally wiped off the soak of dog urine on the seat, and no longer had the face to stay here, driving a sports car full of urine smell, and ran away with a depressed face.

Not long after, Huzi twisted his ass and ran home, rubbing Qin Fan's trouser leg affectionately, and looking at Qin Fan with sparkling eyes, as if he was asking for credit.

"Huzi, well done. But you can't pee just like you in the future. Qin Fan bent down and rubbed Huzi's fluffy little head, and rewarded him with a dog food biscuit.

"Hmph, it's not all about you, the master, who is not serious, and you have brought the tiger badly." Meng Xiaowei teased Qin Fan with a smile, and went to eat with Huzi in her arms.

Without Wu Yaozu's mouse, Qin Fan and they all ate quite happily at noon, and even Meng Xiaowei, who usually doesn't drink a drop of wine, drank a small glass of wine.

Under the influence of alcohol, Meng Xiaowei's delicate and lustrous face like white porcelain floated a touching red glow, which looked even more delicate and incomparable, and Qin Fan was a little drunk when he saw it.