Wang Han sat at the street stall, leisurely holding his cell phone, took a look at the news, and ate the beef tendon.
I touched the wine glass with Tong Guan.
"Have Zhang Yan sent you a message?"
"Send it."
"Why don't you go back?"
Wang Han took a big sip, "Hang it for a while, he must be feeling cold in his heart at this moment, as if it was snowing heavily. What I want to do is to provide timely help when the snow is at its peak!
”
Tong Guan and Wang Han set a distance apart.
"What's wrong with Brother Tong?"
"The abacus sounds a little noisy."
“…”
A few minutes later, Wang Han replied, "Brother Zhang, please send me the specific location and which gang the other party sent me to me, and I'll see if I can help."
Zhang Yan was like he was sitting on wax at this time, and Wang Han has now become the only life-saving straw in his hands.
Not long after, he sent a message to Wang Han.
Wang Han didn't even watch it.
He also replied enthusiastically, "I'll try Brother Zhang, I can't guarantee whether it can be. I'll try my best. Also, you delete the text message so that Lu Ye can't doubt you when he sees it."
Zhang Yan pinched his cell phone, choking, scratching his head anxiously, and had lost a lot of hair.
Time passes by minute by minute.
Usually I feel that the day passes in the blink of an eye, but now, Zhang Yan feels that the second is like a year.
Every second is like a knife.
As he stroked his fingers to the family of three, Zhang Yan, a big man, had tears as big as a bean, fell down.
I don't know how long it took.
Zhang Yan's cell phone suddenly vibrated and found that it was a call from his son, so he quickly answered the phone.
"Babe, how are you and your mother?"
"Dad, they let us go! My mother and I are saved!" Zhang Yan's son burst into tears after the disaster.
Zhang Yan also wiped his tears.
"Husband, why did you spend 100 million US dollars to save us mother and mother? How long will it take for us?"
Zhang Yan's expression was frozen. After a while, "It's okay, I'll make money, just be fine for you two mothers! Go home quickly!"
Hang up the phone.
Zhang Yan pinched his cell phone and paced back and forth.
Finally, I sent a message with my phone.
"Young Master Ninth, thank you for your work today!"
"Yeah! It's all a trivial matter! Brother Zhang, you are too polite!"
"I will try my best to return that $100 million to you!" Zhang Yan replied with another message.
Wang Han held a string in his mouth, "It's just a little money, I don't care. As long as my sister-in-law and my eldest nephew are fine, it's okay to spend some money."
"Young Master Ninth, thank you!" Zhang Yan wanted to post more content, but he deleted it.
Mixed feelings in my heart.
Wang Han ate the beef skewers and replied, "No, no, I heard that you have a deep study of Zhang Daqian's paintings. I like this kind of thing very much, but I am still good at fighting and killing.
It’s really not good to have a good eye for food. Can you find some time to help me see it?"
Zhang Yan stared at the screen of the phone and gritted his teeth.
Wang Han’s news came again, “Yeah! Look at my brain, I almost forgot that you are Lu Ye’s person. I’ll send you the photo. Can you help me see if it’s true or false first?”
Zhang Yan held his cell phone and replied, "Okay!"
Wang Han held a cigarette in his mouth and sent a photo over.
"Brother Zhang, please help me see if this is true or false?"
Zhang Yan held his cell phone, enlarged the photo and watched it carefully, and looked at it very seriously.
After a while, "From the photos, one is real and the other is fake. You have to see the specific ones with your own eyes before you can know."
Zhang Yan looked at the message and deleted the next sentence, only sending the first half.
Wang Han responded quickly to the news, "Cao! Then I bought more than a dozen pairs from that dog man, wouldn't they be true or false?"
"This is the case in antiques and cultural relics. True and false, and the overall situation is a small matter."
"I've spent a lot of money, but in the end I've become a sucker."
Zhang Yan thought for a moment and replied, "There is no one around the Ninth Young Master?"
"Yes, but I am just a rough person. If someone hears me collecting these things, I will always feel that I will be laughed at by Zhu Bajie wearing glasses and pretending to be a literati. I am embarrassed to let my acquaintances see it."
Zhang Yan held his cell phone, his fingers hanging on the screen for a while, and he didn't know what to say, and his expression was entangled.
Wang Han’s message came again, “Brother Zhang, when do you have time? Help me see dozens of paintings I collected before? When you say this today, why do I feel like I have been deceived many times?
!”
Zhang Yan pinched his cell phone, "I..."
I typed it and deleted it again.
I was in a dilemma for a moment.
After a long time, Zhang Yan sent a message.
"You can find some time to help you see, but you have to make sure that you and me are the only ones!"
Wang Han ate a bite of the roasted little yellow croaker, "No problem! Then let's go tomorrow! Is it OK, Brother Zhang?"
"OK!"
"Brother Zhang, remember to delete the news." Wang Han reminded enthusiastically.
Wang Han put the stamp aside.
Tong Guan saw the chat content, "Is this a bait?"
Wang Han took a sip and bravely rushed to the world.
"The mall is like a battlefield, siege the city as the best, and attack the heart as the best! Lu Ye is a character and has some skills, but this person is too suspicious and very conceited. I will let him win first, so that he feels like he wins.
After I feel like I have gone to heaven, I will beat him down from heaven!
Fly higher and fall more miserably!”
Tong Guan raised his thumbs up.
“6!”
The next day.
Wang Han went to the company and after a walk around, Lin Xuefu dragged Wang Han to leave. Wang Han vaguely beat him up and sneaked out of the company.
As soon as the forebashi left, someone from the back foot company secretly took a photo of Wang Han and sent it out.
I borrowed dozens of calligraphy and paintings from the dog basket of Bangzi overnight and hid them in a warehouse.
Wang Han sneaked into the warehouse. After waiting for a long time, a tight person came in from outside, wearing a hat and sportswear.
"Brother Zhang."
Wang Han shouted and glanced at the door, "No one follows you, right?"
Zhang Yan spoke with a bag on his back, "I'm very careful when I walk, no one will follow me."
Wang Han took Zhang Yan to open dozens of calligraphy and paintings.
Zhang Yan's pupils zoomed after seeing these calligraphy and paintings.
"Brother Zhang, see which one is real and which one is fake?" Wang Han stood halfway through Zhang Yan's position like a junior who was asking for advice carefully.
Zhang Yan pointed to a painting and began to explain, "Mr. Zhang Daqian's traditional skills in paintings are unprecedented and have never come from the past. He has spent a lot of time and effort to copy ancient masterpieces from near to far, and to make fakes real, and Mr. Zhang Daqian is not bound by ancient people.
, instead, the ancients' programs are flexibly used.
He has said more than once that painting should be free from vulgarity, cleanse the air, and eliminate the craftsmanship. Look at this painting, the mountain and rock texture method has both the length and the thickness of the Southern School, and the majestic old man with the Northern School, axe-splitting texture.
Hard, flowing clouds and flowing water, radiant spirit, deep water and stones. The water waves painted by Mr. Zhang Daqian's net scarf can not only show his profound skills, but also show that the soft water patterns and the hardness of the mountains and stones complement each other."
Zhang Yan pointed to the painting and explained it one by one. Wang Han listened carefully and never interrupted actively, just like a student.
This made Zhang Yan very helpful. He felt that the Ninth Young Master was not as arrogant as the rumors, and he had a much better impression of Wang Han invisibly. Seeing Wang Han asking for advice carefully, Zhang Yan even gave him all his gifts.
Everything you know is full of words.
As time goes by, Zhang Yan passed all these paintings for Wang Han. Wang Han listened very carefully. Zhang Yan was in a good mood and explained some of his own exclusive insights to Wang Han. Wang Han remembered them carefully.
Teacher Zhang screamed to Zhang Yan one by one, making him feel a little fluttering.
Zhang Yan took a sip of water and opened his bag, which contained antiques, "Young Master Nine, although you saved my family, you and I are not from the same camp after all. I came today just to repay you with favors.
The things are worth 90 million, and I will collect all the remaining money for you as soon as possible!"
"Brother Zhang, you're a little obsessed with me!" Wang Han refused toughly.
Zhang Yan pressed Wang Han's wrist and said, "Young Master Jiu, listen to me... I know the grudges between you, but I am still from Lu's Pharmaceutical after all! You should forget about winning over my thoughts!
All these are for you! I will pay back the rest!"
The two of them shirked their responsibilities for a long time, and Zhang Yan put down his things and left in a hurry.
Wang Han lit a cigarette and vomited a cigarette ring, "Have the video been taken?"
"Photo taken." Ximen Doudou walked in from outside and smiled.
"Send it to Lu Ye and Zhang Yan separately. I won't say much about what to do."
"Brother Jiu, why do you have to send it to Zhang Yan?" Ximen Doudou said in confusion.
"Because it is of great use to keep him, I would like to tell Brother Tong to protect Zhang Yan secretly. Lu Ye prepared a few dishes for me, and it was not impolite me to come. It was time to taste the dishes I gave him back!
”
....
Lu Ye admired the paintings on the wall, and Akun hurriedly walked in from outside.
"Mr. Lu..." A Kun was a little difficult to speak.
Lu Ye turned around, "What's wrong?"
A Kun handed over a video. In the video, Wang Han and Zhang Yan had a great chat. Zhang Yan also gave Wang Han a tough bag of literary, calligraphy and paintings.
Lu Ye pinched his cell phone and snapped, and the cell phone was split into pieces.
The eyes behind the lens can kill people.
....
Zhang Yan was sitting in the car, and his heart was finally relieved.
The phone vibrated and picked it up and found that it was a video sent by a virtual number.
After opening it, Zhang Yan's face turned pale.
In the video, he was followed by someone, and later he was photographed having a great conversation with Wang Han.
"Mr. Zhang, give me five million, I won't send this video to Mr. Lu!"
Zhang Yan pinched his cell phone and his brain was running rapidly. First of all, he thought about whether it was Wang Han, but he quickly eliminated Wang Han. If it were Wang Han, it would not be possible to ask him for money.
The phone suddenly vibrated.
Zhang Yanjing's cell phone fell into the gap without catching it. He quickly picked up the phone, and when he saw Lu Ye's cell phone number on the screen.