Lin Fan smiled slightly: "Hello everyone, my name is Lin Fan."

Except for Xia Zhengping who showed a kind smile, everyone else showed no reaction.

The vast majority of people here are middle-aged and elderly, and all of them are serious in speech.

There are only a few young people, most of them look arrogant.

In short, almost no one looked at Lin Fan seriously.

Taking advantage of this time, Lin Fan also scanned the people in the room.

The oval conference table is arranged in an interesting position.

The place where the main seat should be obviously should be, but there are two chairs instead.

Sitting on the left is Xia Zhengping, the actual leader of the Antiques Association.

But on the right, there is an old man who is on an equal footing with Xia Zheng.

I saw him wearing a maroon Tang suit, with sparse gray hair, combed meticulously.

"Ahem," the old man frowned, "Thanks for your hard work, Assistant Xia, please take a seat."

Assistant Xia, please take a seat?

Lin Fan looked at the only empty seat left and thought that this old guy had no intention of keeping him at all!

"This..." Xia Tong also looked embarrassed, "President Zhou, otherwise I will go..."

Lin Fan grinned: "What are you going for? We can just squeeze in."

With that said, Lin Fan calmly sat down in his seat.

It wasn't over yet, he stretched out his big hand and hugged Xia Tong directly.

Lin Fan sat on the chair, and Xia Tong sat on Lin Fan's lap.

This scene made the entire Antiques Association stunned.

There was an old man with triangular eyes. He slapped the table and said, "How presumptuous! How do you behave like this?!"

A young man sitting next to President Zhou stared at Lin Fan with anger in his eyes and gritted teeth.

Lin Fan shrugged: "Your association only prepared one chair. Isn't that what you want us to do?"

"Okay," President Zhou said with a gloomy face, "Mingfeng, go and bring another chair."

The young man on the side looked reluctant: "But the president, he..."

Lin Fan was still smiling: "It's okay, it's okay. Just forget it's troublesome. We're quite comfortable like this."

After saying this, Lin Fan deliberately bumped a few times to adjust his sitting posture to be more comfortable.

Xia Tong, who was in his arms, was also held tighter by Lin Fan.

Is it possible that this little girl majored in yoga and minored in physical education in college?

It doesn’t matter if your body is so hot that it’s exaggerated, it’s God’s reward.

Why are these fleshy butts so tight and firm?

While Lin Fan was thinking, a small white hand came to Lin Fan's waist quietly.

screw!

hiss--

Lin Fan's expression suddenly became unnatural.

This girl is very ruthless!

But to outsiders, they were clearly flirting, so intimate that their faces almost touched each other!

President Zhou glared at the young man: "Why are you stunned? Why don't you go quickly!"

"yes!"

After a while, the young man walked into the conference room carrying a tattered wooden stool.

Lin Fan sneered, all the sofas and chairs here are made of soft leather.

It is really difficult for you to find a wooden bench that is uneven and about to fall apart.

Zhou Mingfeng looked proud and handed the stool to Lin Fan.

"Here, just sit down."

Lin Fan took the stool, but Zhou Mingfeng did not let go, and instead pressed his hand on Lin Fan's hand.

As the strength continued to increase, Zhou Mingfeng's face began to become ferocious.

He mouthed, "Boy, go to hell!"

Under the cover of Zhou Mingfeng's hands, there were two rusty iron nails!

If you are an ordinary person, you will definitely be tricked if you are unprepared.

You can't run away if your hands are pierced and dripping with blood, and you might even be infected with tetanus.

Lin Fan narrowed his eyes. He was young, but his thoughts were quite vicious!

Unfortunately, you chose the wrong person!

Zhou Mingfeng kept exerting force with his hands, but he gradually felt something was wrong.

What he pressed down seemed not to be a human hand, but a thick iron plate!

Lin Fan smiled slightly and said, "Why don't you let go?"

"I..." Zhou Mingfeng was stunned.

The next second, he screamed like a slaughtering pig: "Ah!!"

A pair of hands suddenly struck the nail.

However, this is not Lin Fan's hand, but Zhou Mingfeng's hand!

Lin Fan panicked: "Oh, this...how did this happen? Where did the nails come from?"

Upon hearing this, people from the Antiques Association immediately gathered around.

Only President Zhou, with an ugly face, shouted angrily: "Go to the infirmary quickly, don't embarrass yourself here."

Holding his bloody hands, Zhou Ming left the conference room with a full and resentful face.

A few minutes later, a leather sofa chair was moved in front of Lin Fan.

Lin Fan sat down comfortably and said happily: "It's really troublesome for everyone, let's get started?"

This sentence made the people in the room look even more ugly.

Everyone is not a fool, who can't hear it?

Doesn't Lin Fan's implication mean that they are shooting themselves in the foot?

"Then let me first report to you on the overall arrangement of this exhibition."

Xia Tong stood up first, holding the plan and talking.

Of course, Lin Fan was involved in everything she said.

I just want to tell everyone clearly that without Lin Fan, this exhibition would not be possible.

After a short silence, Zhou Moqun coughed lightly.

"I think Assistant Xia's plan is good, but I can't bear to have such a heavy burden placed on you two young people!"

Others echoed: "That's right, that's right, how can you trust two young people with such an important matter?"

"Yes, if you ask me, we all have to get involved and take good care of it!"

Everyone involved?

When the time comes, just by talking to each other, you may decide what the exhibition will look like.

Xia Tong knew how much his father valued the exhibition.

She didn't want, nor was she willing, to let them destroy the exhibition!

Just when she was about to stand up and refute, Lin Fan suddenly grabbed her.

"Look at me."

Lin Fan stood up, neither humble nor arrogant: "I think what the elders said is very reasonable!"

ha?

Xia Tong was furious. Where do you stand?

Lin Fan's words made the old people in the Antiques Association happy.

"I didn't expect that this young man brought by Xia Tong would actually have some ideas."

"Yes, this goes to our hearts!"

The more she listened, the angrier she became. She repeated her old trick and once again stretched out her white and tender hands and came to Lin Fan's waist.

But this time, Lin Fan was well prepared.
To be continued...