Ye Dong looked at Qin Xueqing in disbelief. He knew that Sister Xueqing would definitely not deceive him, but did Wen Ruohan, that weak and inexperienced little girl, really have that much energy?
Darling! That is the entire Chinese market! It is spread over 9.6 million square kilometers of land! Can a little girl like her manage it?
As if she could see Ye Dong's thoughts from his shocked eyes, Qin Xueqing put down her tea cup and said with a smile: "You still lack understanding of Ruohan. You have only seen one side of her. She is indeed a bit willful in her actions and a bit unruly in her behavior.
He is immature and sometimes speaks the truth, but Ruohan is a genius in business management."
"Grandpa Wen may have also told you about Ruohan's life experience." Qin Xueqing continued, "In order to manage the huge family business, Ruohan's parents have sacrificed too much time for the Wen family. They have taken good care of Ruohan since she was a child.
Ruohan's grandma passed away early, and Ruohan was almost raised by Grandpa Wen. Therefore, Ruohan's personality is somewhat different from that of other girls."
"She may like someone very much, but she doesn't know the right way to express it. So, on the surface, she seems a little difficult to get along with others. But Ruohan is very kind. You are her fiancé, you should try
Get along with her slowly and give her more love."
After saying what she had buried for a long time, Qin Xueqing felt relaxed all over her body, as if the breeze was blowing in the spring afternoon. She gently stroked her long and smooth hair, her white and white wrists hung slightly, she picked up the teacup on the table and gently sipped the tea.
, the posture is natural and elegant.
Shen Yihan sat aside and looked at Qin Xueqing in surprise. Due to a woman's sixth sense, how could Ye Dong's hidden thoughts about Qin Xueqing be hidden from her?
However, she also felt sensitively that Qin Xueqing seemed to be in a dilemma, and she did not expect that she would persuade Ye Dong and Wen Ruohan to get along well.
Sister Xueqing, she is really kind. Shen Yihan thought to himself.
Sister Xueqing is pushing herself against Ruohan again. She really deserves a spanking. Ye Dong thought evilly.
"Haha, I really didn't realize that Ruohan is so powerful?" Ye Dong laughed, "It's getting late, let's go back to the villa early. Don't let Sister Yaxuan and the others read."
"Hmph! Greedy guy, eating from the bowl and looking at what's in the pot. Shameless!" Shen Yihan spat secretly.
After Qin Xueqing said these words, she seemed to feel much more relaxed. She stood up, closed the computer, and tidied up the various information on the desktop.
Dong Dong Dong ---
At this time, there was a knock on the door suddenly from outside.
"Who? Please come in." Qin Xueqing stopped what she was doing.
"Director Ye, is it really you who is here?"
Uncle Wu pushed the door open and walked in with a smile on his face. He said: "We old guys, we are just asking you to come and appreciate it when you have time to see how our 'Danfeng Chaoyang' is doing."
"Okay, have you finished carving? Let's go and take a look." Ye Dong was also very excited. You must know that it is a super good treasure worth over 100 million.
"Uh... why don't we wait until tomorrow." Uncle Wu saw that Mr. Qin seemed to be packing up and planning to leave.
"Eh? This wooden sculpture..."
Uncle Wu looked at the wood carving on the table with bright eyes, his pupils shrank sharply, and said: "This is... this is an old Indian sandalwood carving, and the carving is actually Mahatma Gandhi! This sculpture is amazing! It's amazing.
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"Uncle Wu, what's wrong? What's wrong with this sculpture?" Ye Dong was also a little surprised. He carefully heard that Uncle Wu was sighing that this 'sculpture' was amazing.
Uncle Wu looked at Ye Dong deeply, and there seemed to be some nostalgia in his eyes. He said: "Twenty years ago, my master and I saw the same wooden sculpture in a large auction house in Hungary. It was also carved by the leader of the Indian democratic movement, Saint Mahatma Gandhi, that wood carving is also made of old Indian sandalwood. The biggest difference from other Indian sandalwood carvings is that the wood carving was made by the legendary Indian sculptor Posamman. Do you know the price that the wood carving sold at that time? How much?"
Ye Dong shook his head blankly. Who knows the auction price twenty years ago?
Uncle Wu was very excited and raised three fingers to Ye Dong. His voice was trembling and he said: "Thirty thousand francs!"
"Do you know what thirty thousand francs was at that time?" Uncle Wu seemed to be particularly excited.
Ye Dong shook his head blankly. French francs, British pounds, and U.S. dollars were all amazing. Just thinking about them gave me a headache. It was better to swipe a credit card, which was convenient and fast.
Everyone in the room was attracted by Uncle Wu's excitement. Shen Yihan also put his little head over and stared at the wooden sculpture. Qin Xueqing simply put down all the materials in her hands and sat back on the boss's chair. , holding the fragrant cheeks, looking at the wood carvings, then looking up at Uncle Wu.
"The thirty thousand francs at that time was equivalent to the total output value of one quarter of the leading enterprises in Leshan City today." Uncle Wu mused.
"How much is that?" Shen Yihan asked curiously.
"Thirty million!" Uncle Wu stretched out three fingers again.
"Thirty million?!"
All three people took a breath,
"Old man, you're bragging. How can a thing made of wood be worth thirty million?" Shen Yihan's face sank, feeling that his IQ had been insulted.
Qin Xueqing took out her gold-rimmed glasses again, widened her beautiful big eyes, and looked at them carefully.
Ye Dong felt ridiculous. Mu Wanqing gave this to him. Could it be that she took it out by mistake?
"Girl, don't be impatient, just listen to me slowly."
Uncle Wu laughed twice at Shen Yihan, pointed at the wood carving, and said, "If we talk about this Indian old sandalwood alone, its texture and color are indeed valuable, but this is not the most important thing. The most important thing is The sculptor. The sculptor is Bosaman, who is known as the legendary sculptor in India. Bosaman only sculpted one thing in his life. He only carved Buddha statues in Indian pagodas. Over the years, people gave him a title--- Heart of India. It is said that what he carved is the conscience of India."
Looking at the sculpture of Gandhi with two eyes very affectionately, Uncle Wu said in a hoarse voice: "It is precisely because of the title of Heart of India that Posamman deliberately used this old Indian sandalwood to carve a set of sculptures of Mahatma Gandhi. .A set of four sculptures, recording the legendary life of the founding father of India. The sculpture I saw was from Gandhi in his prime, but this one is from Gandhi in his twilight years." "But, old man, how can you be so sure? , this sculpture was created by Nasha Poseman?" Shen Yihan broke the casserole and asked.
Uncle Wu gave her a strange look. Shen Yihan didn't know why. But Ye Dong understood that it was clearly a look at an idiot.
"Look here."
Uncle Wu pointed at a line of small characters under the sculpture, which looked like ghostly symbols, and said: "This is Indian, and this is my name carved by Posamman himself. Is this wrong?"
"Well!"
Shen Yihan felt as if he had been slapped in the face, and his red mouth opened into an imaginative O-shape.
Qin Xueqing stared at the line of Indian text and said to Uncle Wu with sincerity: "Uncle Wu, I admire you! You are really an expert in the world of appreciation."
Uncle Wu smiled, waved his hand and said, "Mr. Qin, please don't praise me. Aren't these treasures all brought back by Xiaoye? Like the last time I cut the Phoenix Blood Imperial Green from a stone lion, this time Xiaoye I have found such a priceless treasure again. I don’t have a daughter. If I, an old man, have a daughter, I will have to force her to marry Xiaoye, because Xiaoye itself is a rare and good treasure."
When Ye Dong heard this, he was really embarrassed. This old man was so annoying. He obviously didn't have a daughter and he still came to attract people's attention.
"Old man, even if you have a daughter, don't daydream." Shen Yi said in a cold voice, "Ye Dong has been engaged for a long time, and the wedding is still with a baby."
After saying this, Shen Yihan glanced at Ye Dong. Looking at Ye Dong's embarrassed expression, he felt a faint sense of pleasure from revenge in his heart.
Uncle Wu glanced at Ye Dong curiously, and Ye Dong quickly explained, "Uncle Wu, don't listen to her nonsense, what about a baby kiss? It's nothing. Then, Uncle Wu, just take this wooden sculpture back and lock it in the safe. Here, keep it well. From now on, it will be the second treasure of our Shifang."
Uncle Wu agreed, and happily picked up the wooden sculpture of Gandhi, carefully, as if holding a big fat doll, taking small steps, walking as carefully as an old woman with small feet. Ye Dong opened the door for him and saw the old man out. Room.
Picking up their Xiaokun bags, Qin Xueqing and Ye Dong and Chen Yihan walked out of the room together.
"Where did you get such a valuable wooden sculpture?" Qin Xueqing asked with a smile as she walked away, "Don't tell me that this is another piece of trash that a patient asked you to throw away."
Ye Dong shrugged, "If I tell you this time, you probably won't believe it. It was given to me by a patient I cured."
"Male or female?" Shen Yihan suddenly interrupted and asked.
"Do you need to care about men and women?" Ye Dong imitated Shen Yihan's cold tone and replied.
"Ye Dong, you shouldn't accept such an expensive gift from a patient." Qin Xueqing complained, "This thing is too expensive. I will return it to the patient immediately tomorrow."
Ye Dong thought for a while, maybe Mu Wanqing got it wrong. By the way, give her a call tomorrow to ask about the situation.
The three of them drove back to the villa. Ye Dong was surprised to find that the bodyguards he had driven away had surrounded the small villa again. Although they were very covert, they could not escape Ye Dong's eyes.
Shen Yihan drove a red Audi across the suspension bridge, and Ye Dong found an extended red flag parked next to the lawn. That red flag car was very familiar to Ye Dong. It was the car that Guan He took to pick him up when he first came to Leshan.
The villa was still brightly lit, but it seemed a little deserted. Ye Dong and the others met Guan He and walked out of it.
"Mr. Ye, it's been a long time no see." Guan He shook hands with Ye Dong politely as before.
"What gust of wind brought Uncle Guan here, why are you in such a hurry to leave?" Ye Dong asked with a smile. He had always had a good impression of the Wen family's chief steward.
Guan He looked back at the hall with a troubled face, leaned close to Ye Dong and whispered: "Help me persuade the young lady." After saying that, he walked away.
