When Yang Qing saw the check for five hundred thousand, he was so frightened that he almost fell off the hospital bed.
"Mr. Song, can this be true?" His hands holding the check were trembling as he asked cautiously.
Seeing Yang Qing, Song Xuan was a little disappointed.
The man in front of him was thin, reserved and weak. He looked like a typical rural farmer. He didn't look like he was pretending to be stupid. He really couldn't figure out how he raised such a beautiful daughter.
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"Mr. Yang, this is true. Little sister Zimei earned it from hunting for antiques." Song Xuan looked at Yang Zimei, who was standing aside, and suddenly had the illusion that the person standing next to him was an indifferent mature woman.
When he blinked, what he saw was still just a five-year-old girl with a cute childlike hair and big blinking eyes.
When his heart met her eyes, he suddenly beat strongly, and some strange emotions arose, which made his heart tighten.
He didn't understand where his emotion came from, so he said unconsciously, "Mr. Yang, I like your daughter very much. I want to keep her by my side and learn antiques from me. I don't know if you agree?"
"Ah?" Yang Qing looked at him in surprise. He also knew Song Xuan's identity, because every time he came to City A, he also liked to visit the antique market to see what was new and join in the fun.
Mo Xuan is the largest antique store in City A. Song Xuan is not only the boss, but also an appraiser who is highly trusted and respected by the antique industry.
Such a big shot actually wants to take his own daughter as his disciple?
Yang Zimei was also very surprised.
In the last life, he didn't even glance at her. On the contrary, she often watched him lower his head to carefully appraise objects while setting up a stall. She felt that this middle-aged man was very steady and elegant.
Of course, he is not a middle-aged uncle now, because back in time 23 years ago, Song Xuan was about 30 years old. He was tall and tall, with a calm posture, a temperament that was uniquely elegant of a scholar, and a shrewd businessman.
From the perspective of a 28-year-old woman, this man is really good, especially when he lowers his head and concentrates on the appraisal.
Seeing how profitable the antiques industry is, she also wants to learn. Although she can see the charm of antiques, she does not understand their value and origin. If she wants to be successful in the antiques industry, she must master them.
However, she has not fully mastered Master's metaphysics yet, and she does not know whether her family's fate of being ruined will be able to change in half a year.
She didn't want to be away from her parents for too long before she had fully survived the disaster. Therefore, she said to Song Xuandan with a grateful tone, "Mr. Song, thank you very much for your love for me. I also want to follow you."
I’ll learn more from you, but I hope this time is one year later.”
Listening to her mature words, Song Xuan looked at her with his dark eyes for a while, then nodded, "Okay, I'll wait for you!"
When he said "I'm waiting for you", his eyes, tone, and expression were as if he were speaking to his lover, with some kind of affectionate concentration.
This made the heart of Yang Zimei, an older woman who had not experienced true love hidden under her five-year-old body, beat slightly and her ears turn red.
Seeing the lovely blush on her jade-like face, Song Xuan couldn't help but stretched out his hand, rubbed her soft black hair, and said again in a strange way: "Well, I'll wait for you!"
Yang Zimei blushed even harder and dodged his hand.