I'll buy this painting.

"Mom, I'm here."

Fang Heng's face was filled with joy as he carried a large bag of things into the ward. However, when he saw that there was another person in the ward that he did not want to see, he could not help but put on a stern face.

"Yo, what are you, a pampered rich second generation, doing here?" Fang Heng said sarcastically.

"Lil 'Heng, don't be rude. He specially came to visit mom." Fang Xuan reprimanded.

"One who is unaccountably solicitous is hiding evil intentions." Fang Heng curled his lips.

Fang Xuan was a little unhappy, but she did not continue to reprimand him. After all, Fang Heng was her younger brother. She had no reason to help others criticize her younger brother.

Moreover, Fang Xuan felt that Wang Haoran was quite bad.

However, she did not feel any disgust towards Wang Haoran. In fact, she even wanted to get close to him.

This was a very contradictory feeling.

"Lil 'Heng, this is your sister's friend. You can't be disrespectful to him. Otherwise, I'll knock your head off!"

Fang Xuan's mother was very grateful that he had just stepped forward to teach the mother and son in the next bed a lesson. Therefore, she was dissatisfied with her son's behavior.

"Okay, okay, I'll be polite." Fang Heng reluctantly agreed. He took out an apple from the bag and threw it to Wang Haoran.

"I'll treat you to it!"

Wang Haoran reached out and easily caught it, but he did not eat it.

Firstly, he did not like to eat apples. Secondly, the apple was not washed.

This Fang Heng motherf * cker. He was deliberately causing trouble.

If it were not for the benefits, Wang Haoran wanted to throw the apple back and slap Fang Heng's face until it was crooked.

However, after thinking about it, Wang Haoran did not do so.

He would let this kid be proud for a while. When he was done with the benefits, he would suffer.

"Little Heng, you haven't even washed the apple. How can you give it to the guest?" Fang Xuan's mother reprimanded him sternly.

"Hey, how could a rich second generation like him like to eat apples, a commoner's food? He wouldn't eat it even if you washed it, so why bother?" Fang Heng said sarcastically.

Fang Xuan's mother's face froze. She wanted to reprimand her again, but Fang Heng beat her to it and changed the topic.

"What about the annoying mother and son in the next bed?"

"They were chased away. They probably went to change beds. They won't be staying here in the future," Fang Xuan said.

"What happened?" Fang Heng asked.

Fang Xuan relayed what she heard from her mother to Fang Heng.

When Fang Heng heard this, he didn't feel grateful. Instead, he looked at Wang Haoran angrily.

He was ready to teach the annoying mother and son a lesson with his own hands. He wanted to vent the anger he had suffered for a long time.

He didn't expect to be chased away by the meddlesome Wang Haoran.

Fang Heng was very depressed.

"You're so nice to my family for no reason. I think you're trying to woo my sister, right?" Fang Heng stared at Wang Haoran.

"Woo your sister? You're thinking too much. "Wang Haoran smiled.

Was there a need to woo Fang Xuan? They had already slept together twice. There was no need to woo her.

"Stop pretending. If you're not trying to woo my sister, then why are you so nice to my family?" Fang Heng didn't believe him.

"Don't think you're so great just because you have some stinky money. I have money too."

As he spoke, he took out a half-meter-long scroll that he carried with him. "Do you see this? Someone offered me four million, but I didn't sell it! "

Hearing this, Fang Xuan's heart skipped a beat.

Offered four million? This must be Wang Haoran's shill!

Her brother was so stupid. Why didn't he sell it?

"What's this?" Wang Haoran pretended to be surprised.

"Zhao Mengfu's Drinking Horse Painting. But you definitely don't know. Maybe you don't even know who Zhao Mengfu is." Fang Heng said sarcastically.

The reason why he didn't sell the painting was that Fang Heng wanted to use the painting to slap the mother and son in the next bed.

The mother in the next bed always bragged about her son's annual salary of a million.

He casually went to Ancient River Street to buy a painting, and it was worth several years of her son's work.

Their faces would be slapped with a loud bang.

Unfortunately, he was chased away by Wang Haoran.

On the other side.

Fang Xuan only felt embarrassed.

She knew her brother the best. He didn't study hard in middle school and his grades were average. Recently, he read a few antique books and thought he was a big shot.

He was so stupid.

In her opinion, if Wang Haoran didn't hire a shill, it would be difficult to sell this painting for a few dozen yuan.

"I've heard of Zhao Mengfu. He was a famous painter, calligrapher, and poet from the end of the Southern Song Dynasty to the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty. He was known as the Crown of the Yuan Dynasty. He created a new style of painting in the Yuan Dynasty. Together with Ouyang, Yan, and Liu, they became the Four Great Masters of Regular Calligraphy," Wang Haoran said slowly.

As a top student, he had at least this much knowledge.

Fang Heng was stunned.

He only knew that this was Zhao Mengfu's Drinking Horse Painting through the Golden Finger. He didn't know much about Zhao Mengfu.

"I didn't expect you to know about this. Not bad, not bad." Fang Heng thought of himself as an expert appraiser. He commented on Wang Haoran like an old man.

"Little Heng, can this painting really sell for that much?!"

Fang Xuan's mother asked in disbelief.

"It's absolutely true!" Fang Heng said in a firm tone.

"Last time, I sold an antique worth 5 million yuan. But I still have time to tell you that this is the second time I've found a treasure. Someone offered 4 million yuan. Your son, I, have an extraordinary talent for appraising treasures. In the future, our family will definitely live a rich life!"

"Moreover, I've already spent money to find a kidney. Mom, your illness will be cured once we find a kidney."

"You can just wait for your illness to be cured and enjoy life!"

"Little Xuan, is this true?" Fang Xuan's mother couldn't believe it, so she asked Fang Xuan.

"Mom, it's true. Our family is rich. Lots and lots of money. Our family won't have to worry about money anymore." Fang Xuan's tone was firm.

Indeed, their family didn't lack money. Half of the ten million yuan that Wang Haoran promised had already been given to Fang Heng.

"That's great, that's great … Our son is promising." Fang Xuan's mother was so excited that tears streamed down her face.

Seeing this, Fang Heng felt extremely proud.

Wang Haoran watched silently from the side for a while, then suddenly said, "I'm interested in collecting paintings.

"I'm interested in collecting paintings. Are you selling this' Drinking Horse Painting '?"

"Someone offered four million yuan, but I didn't sell it. How much can you offer?" Fang Heng asked.

"Five million yuan. If you're willing, I can transfer the money to you now." Wang Haoran said decisively.

"Okay, deal!" Fang Heng didn't hesitate.

He had already inquired about it. If this painting was placed on the market, it would sell for about 4.5 million to 4.8 million yuan at the very most.

Wang Haoran's offer of five million yuan was already very high.

Although Fang Heng hated him, he wouldn't reject money.

Wang Haoran immediately operated the banking software. Not long after, a 24-hour customer service manager called to confirm the transfer.

In less than ten minutes, five million yuan was successfully transferred to Fang Heng's account.

When Fang Xuan saw this scene, she felt much more relieved in her heart.

Wang Haoran was indeed trustworthy. The ten million yuan he said wasn't a cent less.

[Ding, the host manipulated behind the scenes, causing the main character Fang Heng to fail in showing off to the female lead Fang Xuan after earning his second bucket of gold. Gained 200 villain points!]

"It's yours." Fang Heng handed over the scroll.

Wang Haoran didn't take it, but let the driver do it for him.

From beginning to end, he didn't even open the scroll to take a look.

Regarding this, Fang Heng was extremely surprised.

However, Fang Xuan didn't find it strange at all.

Wang Haoran only wanted to use this method to give money. The painting wasn't important at all.

Of course, he didn't need to look at it.