"I'm eighteen, but I'm not a child; Since you don't want to say it, then I'll analyze it myself; Look at the nail marks on your face, it was scratched by a woman, and it was a woman who fought with you. ”

Fang Yifan is very sure of this.

"Yes, you're very careful."

Fang Yuan's view was the opposite of Tong Wenjie's; The heart of harming people is indispensable, and the heart of defense is indispensable, he thinks that children of this age should know something.

"Women generally fight because of three things:

husband, children, tickets; My dad and I are fine, and you fight with people because of money?

No, you haven't been short of money recently, and Dad just said that it was others who bullied you, and others bullied you because of money, and then you couldn't get angry and fought with her. ”

Fang Yifan continued.

"It's a bit general because of the money, but you're right."

Tong Wenjie didn't expect her son to really have two brushes.

"Fighting is a daytime thing, you spend most of your time in the company during the day, and you fight in the company."

Fang Yifan guessed while looking at Tong Wenjie's micro-expression.

"My son is good, God is the operator, and I have eight successes."

Fang Yuan said shamelessly beside him.

"Boss, no; Customers, neither are they; Colleague? Underling? You're fighting with your subordinates, that little gold? ”

"God, it's really God, son, how did you guess it."

Not to mention the stunned Tong Wenjie, Fang Yuan was shocked by Fang Yifan.

"The front is analysis and guessing, and the back is what my mom told me."

In order to let Fang Yuan and Tong Wenjie no longer regard themselves as children, Fang Yifan began to pretend to be forced.

"I told you, I didn't say anything?"

"Auntie, my cousin should have been able to get an answer by observing your micro-expressions."

Lin Leier interjected on the side.

"Micro-expressions?"

This is Tong Wenjie's knowledge blind spot.

"Micro-expressions are part of the micro-response to psychological stress, which proceeds from human instinct and is not controlled by thought, cannot be disguised, and cannot be disguised.

No matter how much a person can "pretend", the first moment after encountering an effective stimulus will also appear micro-expressions, and his "pretending" can only appear after micro-expressions. ”

Fang Yifan explained.

"So if you master how to recognize micro-expressions, no one can lie in front of you?"

"Mom, you were a little excited when you said this, and the speed of your speech was different from usual, you just been deceived, is that Xiaojin? I probably know why you're fighting. ”

Fang Yifan looked confident.

"Okay, you know to show off with me; Fang Yuan, I'm hungry, you go cook. ”

was analyzed clearly, Tong Wenjie was a little annoyed and angry.

has suffered such a big grievance, so naturally he has to find a good girlfriend to complain; After eating, Tong Wenjie went to Song Qian's house, and Fang Yifan went with him under the pretext of visiting the sick Qiao Yingzi.

…………

"Wen Jie, Fan Fan, why are you here?"

"I heard Fan Fan say that Yingzi is sick, so I came over to take a look, hey, Lao Qiao is also here, it's really a rare guest, it won't disturb your family reunion."

Tong Wenjie joked with a smile.

"Whoever is with him is a family, his face is dead, he can't be driven away in such a hurry, and I will look at Yingzi's face..."

Song Qian said this, how arrogant you are, how arrogant you are.

"Wen Jie and Fan Fan are here, please sit down."

Qiao Weidong really didn't regard himself as an outsider, so he actually got up and greeted Tong Wenjie and Fang Yifan.

"Fanfan, I recently heard that your painting is hard to find, when will you have time to draw a picture for Uncle Qiao; This time, I will give you the market price, and I promise not to take advantage of you. ”

Investors are generally well-informed, and by chance, Qiao Weidong knew the price of Fang Yifan's oil paintings in the market;

At first, he didn't believe it, but after many inquiries, he had to accept this reality; Fang Yifan, whom he knew, really became a master of oil painting in other people's mouths.

"The market price? Fang Yifan, did you go to school to cheat teachers and classmates out of money again? ”

Afraid that the money in the small treasury would be confiscated, Fang Yifan never told Fang Yuan and Tong Wenjie that he had a professional agent to help sell paintings.

"How much money can I sell my paintings for when I go to school, five hundred, one thousand?

Fan Fan's custom portraits, the current market price is 500,000 pieces, only high, not low, the kind that refuses to bargain, don't you know with Fang Yuan? ”

Seeing Tong Wenjie's confused look, Qiao Weidong was sure that she really didn't know.

"500,000 paintings, Fang Yifan, is that the person your Uncle Qiao said is you?"

Although Qiao Weidong looked frank and honest, his words were discounted in Tong Wenjie.

"How can it be half a million?"

"I'll just say it."

Tong Wenjie was about to say that Qiao Weidong was unreliable, but her son's next words shocked her.

"500,000 is the initial price, and now I don't bother to do it without 800,000; I have to pay a commission to the broker, and I have to pay taxes, but in fact, I don't have much money in hand. ”

Fang Yifan doesn't like to deceive people, he just likes to hide it; If you can't hide it, just pretend to be good.

"Yes, yes, I said the price a month ago, since it is so popular, it is normal to increase the price."

Qiao Weidong is a businessman, commodities are in short supply, and it is normal for him to raise prices, but Tong Wenjie and Song Qian were stunned.

"Fang Yifan, you can sell a painting for 800,000 yuan now, who is helping you sell your paintings?"

"It's an agent named Ye Haoran, and Yang Yin introduced him to me."

Afraid that Tong Wenjie would have unnecessary worries, Fang Yifan explained.

"Great painter Yang Yin, that little aunt of yours? If she introduced it, it shouldn't be a problem. ”

At the beginning, Tong Wenjie was worried about that.

"Mom, there can't be a problem, there is a sales contract, I have paid taxes, and the state guarantees me."

has just suffered a loss, and now Tong Wenjie sees that everyone is like a liar.

"Wait, you sold a painting for 800,000 yuan, what about the money you made from selling the painting?"

It's good to die, Fang Yifan's biggest worry was noticed by Tong Wenjie.

"I've saved the money from selling the paintings, and next time I'll round it up and I'll transfer it to you at one time."

Afraid that Tong Wenjie would be entangled again, Fang Yifan agreed to take the initiative to hand it over.

"It's pretty much the same, give me your phone, and I'll see how much money I have now."

"What's the hurry, I'll go home and show you?"

"I'm going to see it now."

The more Fang Yifan dodged, the more Tong Wenjie insisted, and snatched the phone from his hand.

"No, there is only the first 50,000 yuan in the account, where did your other money go? Wait, you transferred it to Yingzi? ”

carelessly lost Jingzhou, Fang Yifan forgot the WeChat transfer, even if the transfer record was deleted, there was a reminder on the bill of the wallet.

Yingzi

As soon as Tong Wenjie's words fell, the eyes of everyone in the room were focused on Qiao Yingzi.

"It's none of my business, Fang Monkey was afraid that Aunt Tong would confiscate his small treasury so he transferred the money to my account, and I was so entangled by him that I had no choice but to agree."

Seeing that it was about to be set on fire, Qiao Yingzi hurriedly shook the pot and said.