After dinner, Shen Lang was called away by his grandfather, but it was not the two of them who came to the study, as well as his second uncle and Grandpa Yun, who followed Shen Lang into the study together.

Before he could speak, Shen Lang looked up at the layout of the study room. The overall color tone was dark red, which looked very solemn and atmospheric. Outside the study room was a small reception room with a few sofas, but the group did not stop here, but went directly to the study room inside, and Zhang Yun pulled the door up by the way.

Seeing that my grandfather and second uncle had to sit down separately, my grandfather sat on the chair behind the desk. Behind it was a bookcase, with rows of books on it, which were very neat and neat. The second uncle sat on the left wall, with two Grand Master chairs and a wooden table there. There was nothing else on the wall facing second uncle, except for a pair of characters. Shen Lang looked at it carefully. Although the characters were written in a normal manner, their posture and spirit were very good. The name below was just written as a gift to Comrade Ma Zhenggang. It seemed that it was not written by ordinary people.

Seeing that he had no intention of letting him sit, Shen Lang had to stand two steps in the middle. Jack Ma didn't feel anything when he put him down, but Ma Zhenggang, who was sitting there and Zhang Yun who was standing behind him, felt a little depressed. Shen Lang seemed to be a little far away from his position. If you want to talk to him, you either stretch your neck or just shout a little louder, but it would be a bit inconsistent with any point.

"Xiaolang, we have also said a lot of Xianting family talk. Now we don't have any meaning to talk about this. Let's talk about your affairs! I heard your grandmother say that you like reading very much. This is a very good habit. What kind of books do you like to read in your daily life!"

"Look at everything, and you don't have any special hobbies." Saying it is the same as not saying it.

This attitude made Ma Yunfang frown a little, and Ma Zhenggang's attitude changed slightly, but after all, he was still his grandson, so Ma Zhenggang said with a smile: "What kind of hobbies do you have in your daily life? I heard that you became a disciple of Zhao Fengchun? When did it happen!"

"I don't have any hobbies in my daily life. If I insist on saying it, I'll be the only one to walk the dog." As soon as I said this, Jack Ma there almost choked on his saliva. This is the first time he has heard someone have such hobbies. And this person said such a sentence in his father's study. Is this a fool, a pissing old man, or is he just so kind?

Ma Zhenggang snorted and smiled, "This is also a hobby? OK, this is your answer. But you don't seem to have answered my second question yet?"

"What happened a long time ago, three or four years ago, it was a specific time! He asked me what movies I like to watch and what music I like to listen to. It was roughly this question, and then the two of us became a strange master-apprentice relationship. It was probably like this. Grandpa, do you have anything else to ask?"

Well, Ma Zhenggang looked up and the little guy actually provoked him. When he heard his father's voice, Ma Yunfang bit his teeth. He already felt that the bad thing was that. The little guy lacked a sense of awe for his father, and he regarded such occasions too much. He said this once or twice. The old man still has these cultivations, but if he continues like this, it is hard to guarantee that the old man will not be angry, or even be thunderous.

After saying a few more words, the old man signaled Zhang Yun behind him and asked him to take over the things that Shen Lang sent today, then opened them and placed them on his own table, "Shen Lang, I really want to know where these things come from. I just heard the estimated price, more than one million, what a big deal!"

"I bought it." Shen Lang's answer was clean and neat, and even a little proud.

"Buy it?" The old man didn't even feel that his voice was a little loud. "Where did the money come from? Don't tell me that you bought it for 100 yuan, and don't tell me that you picked it up. You went to Beijing twice and spent 10 million yuan. How do you explain this number? Could it be that you picked it up after picking up rags? Where is such a good place? Tell me?"

After hearing this number, Jack Ma opened his mouth wide. Although the number he handled was at least ten billion, that was the country's money. The boy in front of him usually spent 10 million. So much money he brought? If he brought this money, it would be a problem for him.

Shen Lang tilted his head, "It's similar to picking up rags. If you look carefully, you will always have a chance."

When Ma Yun said this, he closed his eyes and then slapped the table with fear, "Fuck you, pick up rags and wear you so neatly, five or six people, say, what name do you have to make so much money there?"

Shen Lang turned his head to the side and said angrily: "Didn't you just want to know if I'm under your banner? I don't have that time or interest, let alone my surname is Shen or Ma..."

"Shut up." Ma Yun Hang stood up at this time and looked at Shen Lang with a serious expression. He knew that if this matter continued, it would only get worse and worse. His father could not let go of his face, and Shen Lang, the nephew, did not have any favors for his old man, and maybe he still had a lot of resentment in his heart.

"Sit down and let him say."

Shen Lang glanced at his second uncle, then turned his head to the side, and the room suddenly became quiet. The old man also started to breathe heavily, and he looked very angry. The more he looked at the things on the table, the more he became, the more he became, so he grabbed the pair of jade bracelets, but just raised his hand, and heard Shen Lang say sarcastically: "That was not bought for you." The implication is that you are not qualified to move that thing.

This was undoubtedly adding fuel to the fire. The old man stood up and threw the bracelet in front of Shen Lang. Then he took out the painting in the box. However, when he started, he felt hesitant. This was Zhang Yun's favorite painting. When he was fine, he always looked at it. He knew this.

But just as he was still hesitating, he heard Shen Lang snorting with his nose, and he bent down to pick up a broken piece of jade on the ground. Seeing this, the old man didn't care about anything else, so he reached out and tear it, and then fell in front of Shen Lang.

"Get out tomorrow morning with your stuff, don't say you're from our Ma family in the future."

Shen Lang snorted, and his arrogance was also aroused. He reached out and took out a lighter from his pocket, and directly pointed the painting, "Don't let grandpa, you are so arrogant. No one likes me, anyway, I stay here, and I don't like staying in such a ghost place. From now on, we have nothing to do. I don't know how to do adult good things, but I can do bad things, and it depends on who can do more." After that, he turned around and walked without stopping.

When he reached the corridor, Shen Lang saw his mother and father who had been waiting there for a long time. Ma Yunfang also walked over with intoxication and looked behind him before saying, "What did your grandfather tell you? Have you made your grandfather angry?"

"The talk broke down." As he said, he looked at his father, "I'm going back to rest, and call my father and mother later." At this time, He Cui also came over from there. Of course, she heard what Shen Lang said, and her face was not particularly good-looking, but before she could speak, she saw Shen Lang reach out and handed over a broken piece of jade Cui, "Sorry, grandma, the bracelet was broken, I'll leave first, you can rest earlier."

Looking at Shen Lang who left without looking back, He Cui's face was also very dark, but she didn't understand what was happening inside now, so she couldn't make a rash judgment. "Yun Fang, Xiao Shen, you two go back and rest first, I'll go see what happened."

Looking at his father, Ma Yun hesitated for a moment and said, "Dad, I think this matter today is a bit too strange? Let's not talk about why Xiaolang always teases you today, nor do you say why you are just like you normally do, and you don't suppress your anger at all. Speaking of which, this is the first time I have seen you in so many years. I think Uncle Yun is probably the first time!" Zhang Yun nodded behind him, but he didn't say anything.

"What do you mean?"

"Let's analyze the first question first. Why did Shen Lang give these two special gifts? Mom told me that Xiaolang is a very special child and cannot look at him from the perspective of a child. I saw it today. My mother is right. Since he is very sensible, why did he give these two gifts? There is another question, why don't he choose other calligraphy and paintings, and he has to choose this one? There is no such coincidence in the world. If this is not a coincidence, then there will be other problems here."

"Summary?"

"I can't explain clearly how Xiaolang's money came about, but I can be sure that at least he wouldn't be under the banner of our family. Even under the banner of our family, it would be impossible for a little bit of news and news to be heard for such a long time. Even if someone deliberately hides it, how big is the method of enlightenment? And what is the key to the interests in it? For Shen Zheng and Shen Nan? Or for you, father? I don't think it's possible, because the income is too small compared to the investment."

"Since none of them are, is there only one possibility left?"

"Yes, to put it bluntly, Xiaolang's nonsense today has a reason. It's logical to think of it like this. I'm afraid that this game has been set up since the last time he came. We all guessed that he came up to see you under the guise of looking at the master. In fact, he came to set up this game under the guise of looking at you. And now it seems that his game has been set up. I don't think he is very proud of it now!"

Who is the old man? When Ma Yunfang didn't finish this matter, he already understood it very well. After thinking about it for a while, he suddenly laughed, "There is no choice but to use Zhao Yinglong as a gun for a while. This will be a little troublesome when explaining it to Lao Zhao in the future."

Jack Ma understood what it meant when he heard it, because the last time Zhao Yinglong had just passed, and these little guys were not idle either. After all, the two sides had not yet had a result of a fight. At this time, tell them the news of Zhao Yinglong's return, and they could still do it by blocking someone halfway. If there was another policeman at this time, this matter would be interesting.

"Dad, I'll talk about this matter with Uncle Zhao! And I might have to trouble Uncle Yun tonight and ask him to go out, but I'd like to ask Mom to say to Mrs. Qi before, I'll bother you."

Ma Zhenggang looked at the jade bracelet that had fallen on the ground, and he was covered in a turtle. At the same time, he remembered that Shen Lang seemed to have picked up a piece when he left, but he thought he couldn't bear it? "It's bad, this bastard must have complained to your mother."

While speaking, I heard a burst of anxious footsteps, and the door was suddenly pushed open. He Cui stood at the door with a pale face. First, he looked at the paintings on the ground that had not been completely burned to ashes and the bracelets that had been smashed to pieces, and sneered, "Comrade Ma Zhenggang, can you explain why the bracelet my grandson gave me fell like this? That thing seems to be given to me, not for you. Let's not talk about whether it is money or not, why do you talk about it first..."

At this time, Ma Yunfang also saw the look he handed over to his father. He glanced at Uncle Yun, then stood up with his scalp, came to his mother's side, and whispered: "Mom, let's talk about it slowly first. This is not the fault of my father and Xiaolang,..."

"It's not their fault, that's me!"

"Mom, I want to say this is wrong! This gift is completely because this gift is too expensive. You also know that my father is a person. Whether it is father or Xiaolang, it is better to not be able to pull this gift. Xiaolang said that there is no problem with his gift, but his father said that the gift he gave was wrong. It is not a question of who is right or wrong. It is completely a two-character nature. Xiaolang is also relatively strong in character and he gave this painting in front of him." He dared not say that this painting had been torn by his father before, and now he can only change this concept.

Seeing that his mother's face was relieved, Ma Yunfang continued, "Dad is also angry. This matter was not something I said to be my uncle. Xiaolang was a little rash. Dad asked him to stay here tonight to go back to Uncle Zhao's place tomorrow, but Xiaolang turned his head and left directly." Here Ma Yunfang stole the day and changed the days. "The incident happened roughly like this. Mom, see if you are having fun with Aunt Qi first."
Chapter completed!