How did Yang Xiaole know that two stunningly beautiful beauties were discussing him at this moment? At this moment, he was sitting with Mr. Xu, drinking the best Dahongpao, feeling very at ease.
"Mr. Xu, your tea tastes really good." Yang Xiaole sighed sincerely. The tea is good and the house is good. Mr. Xu's house is the only one. Yang Xiaole thought to himself, when can he make enough money to buy it? The entire villa is made of
Inside and out, everything is high-end decoration, elegant without being tacky.
"Haha, little brother, you are indeed a sweetheart. I like to make friends with people like you, without having to mince words." Mr. Xu laughed heartily as if he had found a soulmate.
"Well, Mr. Xu is right. I have exactly what I mean, kid." Yang Xiaole nodded. He had a pretty good impression of Mr. Xu, and he liked him. What he hated the most was being with the kind of person who kept talking in silence all day long.
His face seemed like the whole world owed him money, and he also disliked being with those who liked to play tricks and intrigues, and was always worried about being plotted by others.
Mr. Xu, whose original name is Xu Guoqing, is a famous calligrapher in China. He has a son and a daughter. The son is a big entrepreneur, and the daughter is also of extraordinary status. She opens her own beauty salon, which is a nationwide chain. It is said that there are thousands of branches across the country, which is quite large.
Scary.
Yang Xiaole has never cared much about things in the calligraphy world, otherwise he would have no reason not to know Mr. Xu. Until now, he does not know what Mr. Xu does and is too lazy to ask. For Yang Xiaole, whatever Mr. Xu does does not matter to him.
What's important is that Xu Cai is a good person and worthy of making friends. Of course, considering Mr. Xu's age, making friends may be an exaggeration. Mr. Xu is old enough to be his Yang Xiaole's grandfather.
Yang Xiaole is like that, as long as the other person suits his taste, he doesn't care who the other person is, whether he has money or not, even if he is a beggar. In this regard, Yang Xiaole can be said to be quite free and unrestrained.
It is precisely because of his coolness that he would rather tear up calligraphy and paintings than sell them at a high price of five million. Sometimes, impulsiveness can kill people. To be honest, Yang Xiaole now has so much regret. If he had known better,
In this way, it should be sold for five million. Five million. Many people will never make so much money in their lifetime, but he just tore up five million. Now when he looks back and thinks about it, he realizes that he really has
It's so incomprehensible.
"Little brother, you can drink the tea later. If you like it, you can bring some tea back later. Now, do you want to write a calligraphy for me first?" Mr. Xu asked. When asking this question,
Even Mr. Xu didn't realize that he was actually a little anxious.
Yang Xiaole smiled bitterly and said, "Mr. Xu, don't be so anxious, right? Are you worried that I will run away?"
Mr. Xu blushed slightly. To be honest, he was really worried that Yang Xiaole would regret it. He didn't get the calligraphy, so Mr. Xu felt uneasy. If Yang Xiaole really regretted it, Mr. Xu was worried that he would really go crazy.
"No, little brother, you are not that kind of person, I can rest assured." Mr. Xu said.
"Haha, Mr. Xu, don't praise me too much, I will get carried away."
Yang Xiaole was very happy inside and felt like she couldn't find anything.
"Little brother, I haven't admired someone for a long time, especially a young man like you. You are the first one. Until now, I still can't figure out how you practiced your handwriting and how you can imitate it so absorbedly."
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As a person in the calligraphy field, Mr. Xu felt inferior. Although every successful person must have his own style, imitating other people's calligraphy is also a profound task, and not everyone can do it.
No matter how thick-skinned Yang Xiaole is, he can't help but feel hot at this moment, "Mr. Xu, you really don't want to praise me anymore. Isn't it okay for me to write? How dare I try to trick you in front of you, Mr. Xu?"
Spreading out high-quality rice paper, Yang Xiaole picked up a brush and wrote four big characters on the paper, "You will be stronger when you are old."
"Good words, good words." Mr. Xu's eyes shone brightly and he said a few words in succession. He became more and more impressed by the young man in front of him.
"Mr. Xu, I hope you are in good health and happy every day." Yang Xiaole decided to write these four words "Lao Dang Yizhuang" after careful consideration. With Mr. Xu's achievements today, he lacks nothing. Perhaps what he needs most is good health.
That's why Yang Xiaole thought of writing these four words.
"Haha...Okay, thank you little brother." Mr. Xu laughed heartily. He was very happy. While looking at the words on the table, Mr. Xu thought to himself that although this calligraphy is not worth much for the time being, he is very happy.
There is reason to believe that this painting is definitely not a piece of junk. It will not take long for this calligraphy to become priceless.
Shortly after Yang Xiaole put down his brush, Mr. Xu immediately called someone to have the calligraphy framed. He didn't want to damage the calligraphy because of his carelessness.
"Mr. Xu, this is just a small matter. You don't need to thank me. If you want to thank me, it's only me who comes to thank you. I've earned it by being able to drink such a top-notch Dahongpao." Yang Xiaole said.
"Haha, little brother, what you said is wrong. No matter how you look at it, I have made the money, and as time goes by, I will make more and more." Mr. Xu said confidently.
Yang Xiao had a puzzled look on his face. He didn't understand what Mr. Xu meant by his words, but seeing that Mr. Xu had no intention of explaining it, he didn't ask any more questions at the moment and just smiled at Mr. Xu.
"Little brother, come to my place more often when you have time in the future. You are welcome to come here at any time." Mr. Xu is a person who loves talents. Mr. Xu has the intention to cultivate such an outstanding young man as Yang Xiaole and wants to promote Yang Xiaole.
A handful.
"Is there a Dahongpao?" Yang Xiaole said with a bad smile.
Mr. Xu didn't react for a moment, but when he understood, he laughed again, "Yes, of course there is. As long as you can come, little brother, I will have Dahongpao waiting for you at any time."
"It's a deal, Mr. Xu, then prepare more Dahongpao. Hehe, of course, I won't let you lose money, Mr. Xu. I can write dozens of words for Mr. Xu in the future."
"That's enough. Things are rare and valuable. The painting I have now can equal dozens of paintings in the future." Mr. Xu said with a smile. He is not a greedy person. Some things are not always better when they are more.
good.
Yang Xiaole said nothing. He thought that if Mr. Xu liked it, why not write a few more paintings? Of course, now that Mr. Xu didn't like it, he no longer insisted.
"Hey! Why are you here?" Yang Xiaole accidentally saw a painting on the wall on the right, and his brows furrowed suddenly, looking a little difficult to write.
"Little brother, what's wrong with you?"
Mr. Xu saw Yang Xiaole staring at the landscape painting on the wall.
"Mr. Xu, did you buy this painting?"
Yang Xiaole asked, pointing to the painting on the wall. At the same time, he sighed in his heart. It seems that the world is not very big. If people say that the earth is round, this is not true at all.
"Yes, I bought it. Have you seen this painting?" Mr. Xu was shocked. If it were true, this would be a big joke, because there was only one painting and Yang Xiaole had no reason to have seen it.
Yang Xiaole smiled bitterly and nodded sheepishly, "Mr. Xu, as you said, I have seen this painting."
This time, Mr. Xu was surprised and a little curious at the same time. Where had Yang Xiaole seen this painting? You must know that he took this painting abroad, so how could Yang Xiaole have seen it?
After thinking about it, Mr. Xu thought that there was only one reason, that is, there was more than one painting, and this was the only reason that made sense.
"My home."
"Your home? Little brother, can you explain it a little more clearly? I'm confused by you. Why did you see it in your home?" Mr. Xu was very unwilling to believe that things were as Yang Xiaole said.
So, did he really see this painting in his house?
"Haha, Mr. Xu, this painting was painted by me. Do you think it's possible for me to see it in my house?"
Yang Xiaole couldn't figure out what kind of feeling he felt at this time. Of course, this guy was still a little proud, thinking that he was just a nobody, but now his paintings were collected by others, and the collector was still
A famous person.
Everyone has vanity, and Yang Xiaole also has it. Now, his vanity is unprecedentedly satisfied. Mr. Xu is not an ordinary person. Yang Xiaole is very happy to be recognized by him.
"What? Little brother, are you kidding me?" Mr. Xu's eyes widened, he couldn't believe it, he couldn't believe what Yang Xiaole said.
Yang Xiaole rubbed his nose helplessly and said: "Mr. Xu, do you think it is necessary for me to joke with you? Moreover, what good does it do me to joke with you like that?"
Mr. Xu was stunned there. He had lived a long time and had seen many storms, but now, what Yang Xiaole said was unacceptable to him. What was going on? This painting was really created by Yang Xiaole
painting?
"Little brother, what do you want me to say?"
Mr. Xu still couldn't accept it. He always felt that this was too nonsense. Can he believe it? In fact, he didn't believe it. Although Yang Xiaole's calligraphy was very powerful, it was just calligraphy and was completely different from painting.
kind of different things.
In fact, Mr. Xu really wanted to believe Yang Xiaole, but he couldn't convince himself. He thought it was impossible. How could a person be so powerful? Being able to practice calligraphy to perfection is already a great thing. What's more?
, is it possible that Yang Xiaole is so young?
"Mr. Xu, let me prove it to you." Yang Xiaole said with a smile after thinking about it. He knew that Mr. Xu would never believe him if he didn't do something, so all he could do now was to use his strength to
Prove yourself.
Mr. Xu was stunned again, and then he thought about what Yang Xiaole wanted him to do, so he immediately took out the paper and gave it to Yang Xiaole, and then he stood aside and looked at Yang Xiaole quietly.
Yang Xiaole stopped talking nonsense now, picked up the pen and started drawing. Facts speak louder than words, so what does it matter no matter how much you say?
Mr. Xu next to him became more and more frightened as he watched. At the end, he had nothing to say. He could only describe what he saw in front of him as shocking. Yang Xiaole's writing was as smooth as flowing water.
As time passed by, Mr. Xu knew that he had made an unforgivable mistake. He had underestimated Yang Xiaole. They said that a hero comes from a boy. This was true at all. The Yang Xiaole in front of him was the hero among boys.
An hour later, Yang Xiaole put down his pen and saw Mr. Xu next to him looking a little dazed. He felt a little proud that he could scare Mr. Xu and felt a sense of accomplishment.
"Mr. Xu, now you know I didn't lie to you, right?" Yang Xiaole said.
Mr. Xu didn't say anything. He was not an expert at painting, but he was definitely an expert at painting. He could tell at a glance that the painting Yang Xiaole painted was exactly the same as the one hanging on the wall in his study, and was definitely painted by the same person.
Two identical paintings, what does this prove? It proves that Yang Xiaole did not lie. The painting he took back from abroad and has always cherished as a treasure was painted by Yang Xiaole.
"Xiao Le, where is your family?" To Yang Xiaole's surprise, Mr. Xu did not directly answer Yang Xiaole's question. Instead, he asked something that made Yang Xiaole feel puzzled.
"In City H." Yang Xiaole replied without thinking deeply about Mr. Xu's question.
"Do you have a girlfriend?" Mr. Xu asked another question.
Yang Xiaole's heart skipped a beat, and he was so frightened that he quickly took a step back, thinking to himself whether Mr. Xu had that kind of special hobby? Damn, that wouldn't be fun.
"No...no." Yang Xiaole replied carefully.
Mr. Xu's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he slapped his thigh hard, "Okay, Xiao Le, I have a granddaughter. I will arrange for you to meet when I have time. No, just today. I will arrange for you to meet today. What do you think?"
"
"..." Yang Xiaole was completely shocked. At this moment, he really didn't know what to say, and felt that everything he said was redundant.
I didn’t expect that Mr. Xu would have the leisure to become a matchmaker, and the target would be his granddaughter. Damn, I’m speechless.
"Um, Mr. Xu, I don't want to be so early." Yang Xiaole couldn't laugh or cry. She really couldn't understand what Mr. Xu was thinking.
"Although I am very handsome, Mr. Xu doesn't need to be so anxious, right?" Secretly, Yang Xiaole thought a little smugly.
"It's okay, Xiaole, I'm not asking you to get married now. You can get to know each other and be friends first. Don't worry, my granddaughter is very beautiful." After saying that, Mr. Xu winked at Yang Xiaole.
Yang Xiaole was shocked again.
How could Yang Xiaole know Mr. Xu’s inner thoughts? In Mr. Xu’s heart at this time, Yang Xiaole was simply a genius. With Yang Xiaole’s strength, he had every reason to believe that sooner or later, Yang Xiaole would definitely shine, and that day he would be
It was his first day, so what Mr. Xu wanted to do most now was to make Yang Xiaole his grandson-in-law.
Of course, he did not expect Yang Xiaole and her granddaughter to get married immediately, but they should at least be friends first. Youdao said that there was no such shop after passing this village. Mr. Xu felt that it was necessary for him to remind his granddaughter that she must hurry up. These days
, men as outstanding as Yang Xiaole are rare and cannot be missed no matter what.
"Is Mr. Xu's granddaughter pretty?" For some reason, Yang Xiaole thought again. He couldn't calm down and always wanted to see if Mr. Xu's granddaughter was pretty.
Everyone is curious, and men are no exception. If Mr. Xu’s granddaughter is beautiful, he wouldn’t mind becoming Mr. Xu’s granddaughter’s boyfriend.
In the study, the old man and the young man had their own thoughts, and the scene became weird for a while.