Beep!

The phone received a message.

The exciting girl: Pig, what are you doing? I miss you.

Chen Fan:...

He glanced at Zuo Handong next to him, "I'm at my father-in-law."

Dong--

Zuo Bing's hand trembled over there and his phone fell to the ground.

Why did this guy go to my dad's shop again?

She was so scared that she quickly withdrew the information.

Chen Fan looked at the painting carefully and gently twisted the paper of the painting with his hand.

It is obviously a painting, why do there be two different messages?

He moved the box away and looked at it carefully.

That's right!

The information that appeared in front of me still remained unchanged.

Could it be that this painting was painted by two people?

Is this too much?

How could two people from completely different eras draw the same painting?

Something must be weird?

Chen Fan picked up the painting and looked at it in the light outside.

His pupils changed, and his eyes passed through the surface of the painting...

Oh my God!

That's actually true!

Chen Fan put down the painting and stared at Zuo Handong Road, "Yue..."

Oh no!

"Mr. Zuo, you've made a lot of money."

Zuo Handong asked quickly, "What's going on?"

Chen Fan sighed for a moment, "The painting I bought for 8,000 yuan can only say that you are lucky."

“This is a picture in the picture.”

"ah?"

Zuo Handong was shocked.

"Quick, tell me the reason carefully."

He can't wait.

Chen Fan said, "If I read it correctly, there is another painting behind this painting, which is the original work of Zheng Banqiao."

"ah?"

Zuo Handong sat down on the ground with excitement.

"You didn't lie to me, were you?"

Chen Fan said speechlessly, you are half my father-in-law at least, and I can’t lie to you no matter who I lie to you?

"Why do you want to tear this painting apart?"

This Huang Yu'an's painting is definitely not worth much. If it is sold on the market, it will be at most 20,000 to 30,000 yuan.

But if it were Zheng Banqiao, it would be amazing.

From a few million to tens of millions.

Zuo Handong was a little excited and immediately fetched a basin of water and slowly soaked the edges of the painting with a brush.

Then carefully tore open the layer of paper on it.

really……

There is also a painting hidden below, which is Zheng Banqiao's ink treasure.

Although he was not sure for the time being, he at least saw its appearance.

"Little brother, I know I'm not wrong with you."

Zuo Handong excitedly grabbed Chen Fan's shoulder, "If this painting is real, I must thank you very much."

Chen Fan was calm, "No need to thank you, so what's the point of asking for nothing."

"That won't work!"

"Do you know? I didn't dare to take it out just now. You have to keep this matter secret for me today."

Zheng Banqiao's original works are extremely rare, and Zuo Handong doesn't want to be proud of them.

And based on his own experience, this painting cannot be fake.

Zuo Handong wanted to hold a banquet to entertain Chen Fan, but Chen Fan refused on the grounds that there was something going on in the school.

"Next time!"

"Don't refuse next time."

Zuo Handong picked up his cell phone and transferred him a red envelope worth 20,000 yuan.

"You accept this little meaning."

"Mr. Zuo, how can I ask for your money?"

Chen Fan was about to retreat, and Zuo Handong was anxious, "If you do this, you would be too disgraceful."

"This is the industry rule. You helped me discover such a big secret. It is logical that the 20,000 yuan is still less."

"If it weren't for you today, I would have sold it, wouldn't it be a waste of at least several million?"

All right!

Then it is better to obey your orders than respect.

Chen Fan received the red envelope and happily returned to school.

I made 20,000 yuan on one trip. Chen Fan sent Zuo Bing a WeChat message and came out for dinner. I'll treat you.

Zuo Bing: What bad idea did you have?

Chen Fan: Dizzy, are I that bad in your heart?

Zuo Bing: Not bad yet? You are like this when you first date...

Chen Fan: You just say you will come or not? Today our dad gave him 20,000 yuan.

Zuo Bing: Do you! What have you done?

His dad actually gave him 20,000?

Then I have to go, and ask what this guy did at my dad’s store today?

"I'll change my clothes."

Seeing Zuo Bing finally agreed, Chen Fan smiled happily.

Then what, didn’t Zhao Linlin say that I can’t handle Zuo Bing?

Who do you underestimate?

Chen Fan did not intend to transfer the 20,000 yuan to the stock market capital account, but transferred 10,000 yuan to his family.

Tell them that they have given a scholarship.

My mother, who was working in the field, heard the phone ringing, turned on the phone and threw away the hoe in an instant.

"Old Chen, our son has given a scholarship."

Old Chen snatched his phone and saw it, "Why is this stupid son transferring the money to you? Keep it for yourself?"

"You can't suffer yourself in school."

"As such an adult, if you want to have a relationship or something, you will have to spend money everywhere."

He immediately called Chen Fan, which made Chen Fan explain for a long time.

well!

It seems that we cannot give them money in this way in the future, so we have to find another way.

At this time, Zuo Bing also came out, and the two went to a place far away from the school to eat, so as not to be embarrassed to meet acquaintances.
To be continued...