In desperation, Li Yanan grabbed Yang Fei's hand.

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

"Sister Li, don't worry, listen to me." Yang Fei patted the back of her hand and said in a gentle voice, "This money comes from the right way and is legal income."

"You make it clear, whose money is it?"

"your."

“I can’t have that much money.”

"Sister Li, do you still remember the paintings you threw away?"

"Drawing? I don't remember it."

"I picked it up. There are 308 paintings in the Art Exhibition Hall of Harvard University in the United States. I opened two art exhibitions in your name and sold a total of 50 million US dollars, equivalent to 400 million yuan."

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

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

Yang Fei smiled and said, "I sold it for you, of course I have to make money. Just 50% off, I will get half of the operating expenses, so you can share 200 million. Sister Li, what do you think?"

Li Yanan reacted from the shock and shook her head and said, "I can't ask for those paintings. I have thrown away those paintings. What you pick them up is yours. How much you sell them is your business, and it is 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 drew were painted with care and put in time and effort, 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, and she doesn’t even have the title of a painting academy or painting association. How many millions can her paintings be sold?

It was probably because of the kind lies that Yang Fei made up to comfort Li Yanan?

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

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

Li Yanan looked at him and listened to him.

Yang Fei said: "In the early 19th century, there was an ordinary farmer in Hawts, Yorkshire, northern England. His father was a poor pastor of the local Episcopal Church, his mother was a housewife, and he had six children, five daughters, and a youngest son. Not long after the youngest son was born, his mother died of cancer."

Li Yanan glitted her eyes and listened curiously.

Guo Tao also listened and said, "Then this family has lost their mother and it's so difficult!"

Yang Fei said: "Yes, my father has little income, and his family's life is both difficult and miserable. Haowus is a mountainous area in a remote countryside, and young children can only play in the swamp. Fortunately, my father is a graduate of St. John's College in Cambridge and has a great knowledge. He often teaches his children to read books, guides them to read books, newspapers and magazines, and tells them stories. This is the only fun that children can get since their mother's death."

"When the children grew up, their father sent them to boarding schools where only the children of the poor were admitted. The conditions there were extremely poor, but the school rules were very strict. The children had to be physically punished all year round. Every Sunday, they had to walk several miles to church for worship in the severe cold or heat. Due to the harsh conditions, typhoid fever occurred in the school the next year. Both sisters were infected with the disease and died in pain within a few days after being sent home."

"In order to take care of my younger brother's schooling, my sister tried every means to make money. She was a tutor and wrote some poems to the newspaper, but was ruthlessly rejected the article. An editor even replied to a letter, saying: Literature is not a woman's career, nor should it be a woman's career. The three sisters were not discouraged, and still created happily and jointly founded a school. However, they never expected that in a few months, they did not wait for a student, but waited for an official who came to collect taxes."

"Oh my God, the four siblings are really hard." Li Yanan tightened her heart.

"The ideal of running a school was shattered. The three sisters felt that there might be a way out for writing. They gathered their respective poems and published their first collection of poems at their own expense. Unfortunately, although their poems were beautiful, they did not receive the attention of the world, and only two collections were sold."

"Reality hit the three sisters again and again. Time never spared them. Soon, they were all thirty years old and still achieved nothing."

"However, no matter how cruel the world is, the three sisters have always lived an optimistic life and have never given up on the hobby of writing. They regard all the sufferings given by life as material for writing. Finally, the three sisters each wrote a long work and sent it to the publishing house. Two of them were accepted and prepared to be published, but unfortunately, the third lady was beaten back."

"Miss Three did not give up, she started another work and became famous in one fell swoop."

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

Yang Fei's voice is gentle and magnetic, and he talks in a leisurely manner.

As Li Yanan listened, somehow shed tears.

She was moved by the persistence and unwillingness of the Brontë sisters, and was also grateful for Yang Fei's guidance of this story.

Yang Fei looked at her eyes and said, "Sister Li, your conditions are many times better than those of the three Bronte sisters. You are gold, but you don't know. What you should do the most 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 exhibited in the United States! Each of your paintings sells for an average of 170,000 or 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 was shocked and listened to Yang Fei's story and said, "There are such things. Many painters, flowers bloom in the wall and fragrance outside the wall. Comrade Yanan, you are amazing! You are a great painter!"

Li Yanan's tears never stopped.

She was moved by the stories told by Yang Fei and by everything Yang Fei did for her.

In this world, she has always been lonely and ununderstood.

None of her parents, her deceased husband, her colleagues, and her friends, was optimistic about her hobbies. Everyone thought that painting and being an occasional hobby can be done, but to be a career is a sign of delusion or even a lack of business.

Only Yang Fei kept encouraging and supporting her, and helped her sell her paintings to the United States, and helped her realize her dream of starting a painting exhibition at Harvard University, the world's largest institution!

Li Yanan finally couldn't help it. She did not do anything to break through all the worldly obstacles in her heart, threw herself into Yang Fei's arms, hugged him tightly, and let tears flow freely, wet his precious suit.
Chapter completed!