Chapter Fourteen I'm Here With My Father-in-Law
Beep!
A message was received on the phone.
But the exciting girl: Pig, what are you doing? I miss you.
Chen Fan:......
He glanced at Zuo Handong next to him and said, "I'm here with my father-in-law."
Boom——
Zuo Bing's hand over there shook and his phone fell to the ground.
Why did this guy go to my dad's shop again?
She was so frightened that she quickly withdrew the message.
Chen Fan looked at the painting carefully and gently twisted the paper of the painting with his hands.
It's obviously one painting, why are there two different pieces of information?
He moved the box and looked at it carefully.
That’s right!
The information that appeared in front of me remained unchanged.
Could it be that this painting was painted by two people?
Isn’t this too ridiculous?
How could two people from completely different eras paint the same painting?
There must be something weird somewhere?
Chen Fan picked up the painting and looked at it through the light outside.
His pupils changed, and his gaze penetrated the surface of the painting...
Gosh!
It’s actually like this!
Chen Fan put down the painting and said to Zuo Handong in a daze, "Yue..."
Oh no!
"Mr. Zuo, you've made a lot of money."
Zuo Handong asked quickly, "What's going on?"
Chen Fan sighed with emotion, "You bought a painting for eight thousand yuan. I can only say that you are very lucky."
"This is a picture within a picture."
"ah?"
Zuo Handong was shocked.
"Quickly, tell me the reason carefully."
He couldn't wait any longer.
Chen Fandao, "If I read it correctly, there is another painting behind this painting, which is an authentic painting by Zheng Banqiao."
"ah?"
Zuo Handong was so excited that he sat down on the ground.
"You didn't lie to me, did you?"
Chen Fan said speechlessly, after all, you are half my father-in-law, so I can't lie to anyone, can I lie to you?
"How about you try to tear this painting apart?"
This Huang Yuan's painting is definitely not worth much. If it were sold on the market, it would only cost 20,000 to 30,000 yuan at most.
But if it were really Zheng Banqiao, that would be incredible.
It can range from a few million to tens of millions.
Zuo Handong was a little excited, so he immediately fetched a basin of water and slowly soaked the edges of the painting with a brush.
Then he carefully tore off the top layer of paper.
really……
There is also a painting hidden underneath, which is Zheng Banqiao's calligraphy.
Although he couldn't be sure yet, he at least saw what it looked like.
"Little brother, as expected, I have yours, so I know I have seen the right person."
Zuo Handong excitedly grabbed Chen Fan's shoulders, "If this painting is real, I must thank you very much."
Chen Fan was calm, "There's no need to thank you. It's such a small effort, so it's not worth mentioning."
"That's not okay!"
"You know what? I didn't even dare to bring it out when these people were here just now. You have to keep this matter a secret for me today."
Authentic works of Zheng Banqiao are extremely rare, and Zuo Handong does not want to publicize them.
And based on his own experience, this painting cannot be faked.
Zuo Handong wanted to host a banquet for Chen Fan, but Chen Fan refused because he had other things at school.
"Then next time!"
"Next time, don't refuse."
Zuo Handong picked up his cell phone and transferred a red envelope worth 20,000 yuan to him.
"You accept this little thought."
"Mr. Zuo, how can I ask for your money?"
Chen Fan was about to retreat, but Zuo Handong became anxious, "If you do this, it will be too disrespectful."
"This is a business rule. You helped me discover such a big secret. Logically speaking, the 20,000 yuan is still too little."
"If it hadn't been for you today, wouldn't I have lost at least several million in vain if I had sold it?"
All right!
Then respect is worse than obeying orders.
Chen Fan received the red envelope and returned to school happily.
After going out and making 20,000 yuan, Chen Fan sent a WeChat message to Zuo Bing, "Come out for dinner, I'll treat you."
Zuo Bing: What bad idea are you planning again?
Chen Fan: Hao, am I that bad in your mind?
Zuo Bing: Not bad? You are like this on the first date...
Chen Fan: Just tell me whether you are coming or not? Our dad gave me 20,000 yuan today.
Zuo Bing: Wipe! What have you done?
His father actually gave him 20,000?
Then I have to go. What did this guy do in his dad’s shop today?
"I'll change my clothes."
Seeing that Zuo Bing finally agreed, Chen Fan smiled happily.
So what, didn’t Zhao Linlin say that I couldn’t handle Zuo Bing?
Who are you looking down on?
Chen Fan did not intend to transfer the 20,000 yuan to the stock market's capital account, but transferred 10,000 yuan to his family.
Tell them that you have received a scholarship.
My mother, who was working in the fields, heard her cell phone ringing, turned it on and threw away the hoe instantly.
"Old Chen, our son has received a scholarship."
Lao Chen grabbed the phone and looked at it, "Why did this stupid son transfer the money to you? Is he keeping it for himself?"
"You can't make yourself miserable in school."
"You are such an adult. If you fall in love or something, you will have to spend money everywhere."
He immediately called Chen Fan, who had to explain for a long time.
well!
It seems that I can't give them money this way in the future, I have to find another way.
This chapter has been completed!
