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.
Before Xia Tong attacked, his big hand stretched out and grabbed Xia Tong's hand.
Not only that, he also deliberately touched Xia Tong's little hand.
Sometimes I scratch my palms, and sometimes I rub the backs of my hands.
After a while, Xia Tong's pretty face and even her breathing became a little heavier.
But Lin Fan, as if nothing had happened, was calm and calm.
Zhou Moqun's expression also softened a bit: "In that case, then..."
"Then please elders, please do it yourself and hold this exhibition. We choose to withdraw!"
Lin Fan stood up, took Xia Tong's hand and started to leave.
Seeing this scene, everyone's expressions changed!
Just leave?
In their opinion, how could a young man like Lin Fan have such courage?!
It must be Xia Zhengping's tacit approval behind the scenes.
Although they were all jealous of Xia Zhengping and wanted to pull him down immediately.
But I have to admit that Xia Zhengping has a very high status in the antique circles in Tianyuan and even the province.
Their ideas are also very simple.
That is to let them participate and jointly organize the exhibition.
In this way, everyone can get a piece of the pie.
Fame, money, whatever you want, you have it.
But once Xia Zhengping leaves, the quality of the exhibition will definitely drop significantly.
This is not what they want.
The one who laughed the most just now looked extremely embarrassed at the moment.
He quickly said: "Um... Lin Fan, that's not what we meant. See what you're worried about."
"Yes, aren't we afraid that you are young? We, the seniors, will give you some advice."
Lin Fan smiled slightly: "If age means everything, then if I go to the zoo and find a few turtle bastards, everything will be solved?"
This sentence offended almost everyone present.
Lin Fan returned to the conference table with a very tough attitude: "Either leave it to us, or you can play it by yourself!"
The atmosphere suddenly became tense.
Someone with a hot temper slapped the table: "Who do you think you are, and you dare to point fingers here?"
Lin Fan shrugged: "I am a professional hired by you in black and white with a contract. Who do you think I am?"
"You..." The man was speechless after being retorted.
Someone turned the finger and pointed it at Xia Zhengping: "Master Xia, you have to take care of this matter. Who is this person your daughter invited!"
Xia Tong quickly answered: "Let me tell you, uncles, our public affairs are public affairs and private affairs are private affairs."
"I was the person in charge of the exhibition, but everyone agreed, and Master Xia had no right to interfere."
Regarding these, Xia Zhengping could only shrug and smile: "My daughter is old and I can't control her anymore!"
When the meeting got here, it was natural that it ended unhappy.
Xia Zhengping took Xia Tong and Lin Fan and left the conference room first.
Others immediately surrounded Zhou Moqun.
"President Zhou, what should we do?"
"Yeah, I don't have enough salt and oil, so that guy's words are really vicious!"
Zhou Moqun stood up with a cane.
He sighed: "I'm a bad old man, what else can I do?"
"Everyone, please leave, leave."
Everyone looked angry, but also helpless.
Looking at the backs of everyone, the old look on Zhou Moqun's face suddenly disappeared.
Instead, there was a sinister look on his face.
Ten minutes later, Zhou Mingfeng finally came back.
His hands were bulging with gauze, like pig's trotters.
There was no one around, so Zhou Mingfeng simply said directly: "Grandpa, have you kicked out the pretty boy that Xia Tong brought here?"
"Want to chase someone away?"
Zhou Moqun sneered: "We old bones almost didn't get angry at all."
"What?" Zhou Mingfeng's eyes widened, "This guy is really looking for death. I'll find a few friends and kill him!"
Zhou Moqun leaned on his crutch and glared at him: "Besides fighting and killing, what else will you do?"
"Grandpa, Ke Xia Tong..."
Zhou Moqun waved his hand to stop his grandson: "Don't worry, I've been prepared for it for a long time, just wait for them to hit the wall!"
After hearing this, Zhou Mingfeng smiled: "Hey, grandpa still has the foresight!"
Zhou Moqun didn't speak, but stared at Xia Zhengping's seat.
Xia Zhengping, Xia Zhengping, if you want to establish yourself by holding an exhibition and insert your own daughter into it, it’s not that easy!
Xia Tong was still angry until he walked out of the antique association building.
She pouted: "These old guys clearly look down on people!"
Lin Fan smiled and comforted: "Then make some achievements and slap them in the face!"
"right!"
Xia Zhengping also came out from behind: "Xiaotong, I leave this matter to you. Father knows it will not be easy, but..."
"It goes without saying, Dad," Xia Tong clenched her fists tightly, "I will definitely do it well and leave them speechless!"
Xia Zhengping smiled and nodded: "Okay, this looks like my Xia Zhengping's daughter!"
"Uncle Xia, come here for a moment."
Lin Fan called Xia Zhengping aside: "I asked you to inquire about my fiancée in the antique city..."
"I was just about to tell you, but I already have some clues."
Any clues?
Lin Fan's eyes widened. It shouldn't be. Could it be that Xia Zhengping was so capable that he had already tracked down Mi Lele?
He smiled slightly: "I'm really sorry to trouble you, but I have already found her, so you don't need to worry anymore."
"Found it?"
Xia Zhengping looked a little surprised: "So, you have already been to Ning's house?"
"Yes, I have been to...what, the Ning family?!"
Halfway through his words, Lin Fan's expression suddenly changed.
Judging from this, it seems that the person Xia Zhengping found is not Mi Lele!
Xia Zhengping nodded: "It's a coincidence that I have some connections with the Ning family. I found out that their daughter was engaged to be married when she was a child, and she is about the same age as you."
Ning... Ning...
Lin Fan smiled bitterly: "Let me guess, this girl's name is Ning Qingxuan, right?"
This time, Xia Zhengping was even more surprised.
He was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said, "So you already know each other?"
It is indeed her!
Damn it, aren't you kidding me?
Lin Fan felt this difficult for the first time since coming down the mountain.
This marriage letter is actually in Ning Qingxuan’s hands?
When I think of her pretty face, it seems like an iceberg that has never melted.
Lin Fan couldn't help but shuddered.
However, this is only a clue to Xia Zhengping. Maybe there is someone else who is engaged to the other party.
It seems like I have to take some time to visit Ning's house.
Xia Tong, who was on the side, was waiting impatiently: "What are you two whispering about?"