Before Wang Jinyuan could recover from his shock, Fang Jifan seemed to have discovered a new continent and pointed to the table and chair and said, "How about these tables and chairs?"

"Okay, it's made of chicken wing wood. It's obvious that it's a masterpiece. Although it's been a while, there are quite a few people on the market who love to collect this..."

"How much money?"

"This set?"

Fang Jifan said excitedly: "It's more than that. Let's go and see. Our Fang family has many good things, come and come."

He grabbed Wang Jinyuan's arm and left the living room.

Deng Jian happened to bring tea in and almost collided with Fang Jifan. Fang Jifan said, "Little Deng Deng, go, lead the way for everyone, and lead him to see our family."

Wang Jinyuan felt like he was going crazy.

It's a big eye-opener. Is this prodigal son planning to pack the Fang family and sell it together? He just lacks money? Could it be that he lost money or...

Without thinking too much, he was dragged by Fang Jifan and began to "appreciate" the houses one by one.

"This is the map of Qiushan, which is very valuable, I'm afraid it costs 300 taels."

"This... there are so many wing wood furniture. Young Master, this bed is extraordinary. It is very easy to make it by a skilled craftsman. Look at the tenon and rivets, it is really a perfect fit. I am afraid that this whole set will not cost 150 taels of silver..."

Deng Jian was stunned. Master, you even sell beds...

Fang Jifan suddenly remembered again, by the way, there is also a study room...

On this side, he pulled Wang Jinyuan and left. When he arrived at the study room, Wang Jinyuan's eyes lit up suddenly, and his eyes could no longer move on the ancient shelf in the study room.

I saw that the ancient shelf was filled with bronzes and blue and white vases of various colors. Wang Jinyuan was born in Yaxing and was still somewhat knowledgeable. He walked forward with an excited look on his face, holding a blue and white vase and said, "This is the sky-blue glaze string pattern bottle of Ru Kiln in the Song Dynasty... Heaven, let's take a look..."

"Stop looking." Fang Jifan grabbed him: "It's all genuine. Can the Fang family still make fakes? Tell me, the price."

Wang Jinyuan looked at it in a daze and said, "If these are all genuine products... I'm afraid... I'm afraid I'll add the previous land, calligraphy, paintings, furniture, less... I'll say less..." He swallowed and spitted, and said, "I can sell 110,000 taels of silver. There are many of them here, which are rare treasures. They can't even buy them on the market. Young Master... take it seriously... take it seriously..."

"Young Master..." A shrill roar came from Fang Jifan's ears, and Deng Jian suddenly fell to the ground, hugged his legs, and shouted: "Young Master, you can't, you can even sell the tables, chairs, beds, where will the young master and uncle sleep in the future? And these are all treasures of the master. When his uncle is at home, he must wipe them carefully every day. These are all inherited items from ancestors and heirlooms..."

Fang Jifan had long been unable to stand Deng Jian. He used to complain that he was not scumbag enough. He informed him about it and asked someone to get an acupuncture. Now that I have regained my true nature, why are you crying?

Fang Jifan pointed at Deng Jian and said, "How much is this worth?"

"Ah..." Wang Jin Yuanyuan couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

Fang Jifan gritted his teeth and said, "I said, "I'm talking about this guy, how much can he sell if he buys it?"

After all, Wang Jinyuan was professional. He looked up and down at Deng Jian who was rolling on the ground, then picked up his big belly and said with a smile: "I'm still young, but unfortunately my skin is a little rough. I'm afraid that ordinary people's inner courtyard will not be accepted. People are too thin and afraid that they don't have the energy, so they can even carry bags and do odd jobs, which is not easy to use. This... besides eating a dry meal, it's hard to have any use. It's worthless or not, and it's the most expensive.

Fang Jifan suddenly showed regret, only a few taels of silver? Forget it, this young master is a big deal. It’s not worth selling it for a few taels of silver, so I can barely keep it for use.

He quickly laughed again: "Look at what else is valuable, don't be polite, tell me."

Wang Jinyuan was already scared. In fact, he wanted to give up. Although the profits of this transaction might be generous, he had never seen such a prodigal son. He couldn't help but wonder, could this prodigal son be a fraud?

But Fang Jifan's next words dispelled his doubts: "Let's discuss the price again. It's almost done, so I'll just ask someone to move. Tomorrow I'll call the official from Jingzhao Mansion to protect it and sign the contract. You have prepared the silver. I know that such a large amount of silver will always require time to raise it. It doesn't matter, there's no hurry."

Wang Jinyuan breathed a sigh of relief and smiled awkwardly: "Young Master is really... it's really rare... it's rare..." He, who has always been smooth, found that he could not find a good word at this time. He finally put on a description: "It's rare to have a person with temperament."

Fang Jifan smiled and played with the Xiangfei fan in his hand, but sighed in his heart, "It's a proof that this prodigal son is a proof. People with temperament are just as good-natured. If it weren't for a prodigal son, it would be a bit of a moral burden to start a business by himself. Now, I'm fine, I find it very relaxed."

After seeing off Wang Jinyuan, the manager of the mansion, Deng Jian, and the accountant, they knelt in the hall one by one and started calling for the funeral.

"Young Master, think twice."

"The young master's illness will be cured. The young people are overjoyed, but..."

Fang Jifan sighed in his heart, but he felt a little sympathetic to them. These people were really for their own good. They shouldn't have surprised them like this. But just as he aroused his sympathy, he saw the acupuncture doctor poking his head outside.

Fang Jifan felt so furious when he saw the goatee doctor. He slapped the table and shouted at him, "What are you looking at?"

The doctor hurriedly smiled awkwardly: "The student was thinking... the young master had just recovered from a serious illness, and was afraid that his illness would recur again, so he said..."

Fang Jifan felt that his head hurt a little, and the memory of being stabbed into the back of his head surged into his heart. He took a deep breath. MLGB, this is because he is sincere and not letting me be a good person.

Without hesitation, he picked up the Xiang Concubine's fan and smashed it at the doctor.

This time, it hit the doctor's forehead without any bias.

The doctor touched it and it hurt a little, and then tears fell down.

Fang Jifan was shocked. He just smashed it casually, showing that he was 'normal', and felt embarrassed again, and couldn't help but say, "Why are you crying?"

The doctor wiped his tears and sighed: "There is no need to be examined today. The young master's illness has recovered very well, very well... I am kind to Mr. Meng and kept it in the mansion. I usually receive many favors. Now I can cure the young master. Good, okay, good, good, God has eyes, and the ancestors of the Fang family are virtuous..."

Fang Jifan's eyes were straight.

He thought to himself, the ancestors of the Fang family really need to have a spirit, and I am afraid that you, the Mongolian doctor, will be strangled to death to death tonight.

The young master of the Fang family recovered from his illness, and suddenly it became a topic of relish for his neighbors.

Diagonally opposite the door is a wine shop. The shopkeeper of the wine shop carries abacus beads. In addition to making the abacus beads sound every day, he is happy to talk about this with the drinkers.

"It's really good, there's no fake. Doctor Zeng is really a good move to rejuvenate. Take it seriously, take it seriously, can I still have fake what I say? Don't believe it? Okay, let me tell you, the Wang Dong family from Yashang visited the door yesterday. Guess what, the young master of the Fang family wants to sell land, not just sell land, but all the valuables at home. Isn't this what our young master of the Fang family can do? You don't know that in the early morning, I saw Jingzhao Mansion.

The clerk followed Wang Dong's family to the Fang family as a guarantee. It is said that they had signed and sealed the documents. Young Master Fang was very happy. When they left, Young Master Fang personally sent him out and waved to them. He also shouted loudly, saying that he would like to like something next time and remember to visit the door. The festive spirit scared Wang Dong's family and the guarantor. The Wang Dong's family, who was usually ten feet tall, felt ashamed, as if they had no shame to see someone, and were very guilty."

The drinkers were amazed when they heard this. Someone who knew the inside story quickly nodded and said, "That's right, it must be fine. Dr. Zeng is a miracle doctor."
Chapter completed!